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yay my temporary ban is over (listen im really sorry i will do my best to get this dog now) thank you so much for giving me a second chance
Kennel Number:42
Name:Kuta
Gender:Male
Species:Maned Wolf/German Shepard
What do you plan to use this adoption for: I know i will put him in my siggy definitely.. and i will take care of him use him all the time (and wont take credit ever) Love Him Cherish Him Take Care of him and listen to all your rules
Personality:He is Sweet Kind Loving Caring And he Really Loves hot Springs Also hot Baths and he Loves Walking Swiming Running and Just being himself he picks up strays Kittens all the time and brings them home he finds also lost puppies when he hears one he is sweet can be a little overbearing and jump on you too.
Kuta
Character Name

Gender: Male

Age: 3 years and 3 months

Birthday/year: Febuary 18 2008

Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: He is 80lb and as you can see has a athletic build and rarely gets sick which means great imune system

Friends/Allies: Rabbits Mayleen and Kittens

Enemies: Rats and Spiders :lol:

Hobbies: Swimming and Running

Likes: Bones Hot Springs Kittens Rabbits People Bugs and Food

Loves: His owner Food Kittens Outdoors and Red

Dislikes: Rats Spiders Pigs and white

Loathes: Birds

Fears: Birds rats spiders and pigs

Strengths: It makes him stronger when he sees someone he loves being hert or taken away by someone he gets really strong and defends and also being told "I love you" Helps Him too

Weakness: Being told something like "your a stupid dog!" or "I hate you" or seeing someone he love die or hearing about someone he loves who died

Good Qualities: Hes Caring Loving Kind and will always be there for you

Bad Habits: Since he was seperated from his mother at a early stage he suckles in his sleep.

Natural Talents: He is a Born Swimmer and Runner

Temperament: Really good temperament never bites scratches or jumps on people.

Background:Just White
Other:Do you need a story? if so here.
When he was 3 months old he was found by a near by walker in the woods.. Her name Was Mayleen she was about 70 when she found him.. She saw the whining and crying puppy and brought him home.. She walked in her house and placed him on a Mat, the puppy now wagging his tail was watching her intently Just staring studying her.. She walked over to the cupboards and got him some food and water brought it over to him and let him eat and drink then she walked over and sat on the couch and watched him chow down that when she decided to keep him.. Now what should i name him hes so Cute and Uh... Wait thats it! Kuta! and thats how he got his name..
3 Years Later..
Kuta was now 3 years and 3 months it was the anniversary of the day she found him :) they had a celebration with just her and him listening to Jazz music and dancing then all of a sudden she tripped and fell.. Kuta ran over to her she told Kuta "Get the Phone Kuta, Get the phone" Kuta walked Over Grabbed the phone cam back and gave it to her she took it and dialed 911 they came and put her in a ambulance.. She had to live at the elderly home now.. And Kuta needs a new Home So she Told Kuta "Kuta ill see you still once in awhile, but you need another home now" He was sent to hear very sad but hes really happy now cause he still gets to see Mayleen once a week or so :)
Thank you so Much Tasha999 your really nice to give me a second chance :D
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I redid again hope that tells you enough

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That's everybody ;..;, there were no forms really this time. However the adoptions went up!

[je ; t a i m e]

Kennel Number: #15
Name: Solar
Gender: Male
Species Akita Inu
What do you plan to  use this adoption for: As a character, of course, but also to have art made of.
Personality: Solar is very loving and protective. He would fight to the death for his family, though he prefers not to fight at all. He is very quiet, and shy. But if you break his shell, he is bubbly and happy.
Background: W.I.P
Other:

[Kickin' up dirt]

I would try but I think it would be to hard to think up another story XD

[BPeppers]

Kennel Number: #47
Name: Rose
Gender: Female
Species Canis latrans [Coyote]
What do you plan to  use this adoption for:
Personality:
Background:
Other:

[Mario]

Kennel Number: 36
Name: Scorch
Gender: Male
Species: Hyena
What do you plan to use this adoption for:
As a character.
History:
"Get off, lousy kids!"
Scorch snarled as he threw off a few hyena cubs. They squealed and landed on the ground, surprisingly not hurt. "Scorch!" the leader of the pack of hyenas growled. "Be gentle with the cubs, or you'll be banished from here." Scorch growled and muttered under his breath. "I hate kids," he sighed, walking away from them and flopping back down. Soon, his eyes began to close and he smiled to himself, the hyena cubs finally having stopped bothering him. Wait a second... he felt something on his long, silky black tail. Opening his eyes, Scorch slowly turned his head around, dreading what it could be.
Background:

Umm..

Personality:

Hates kids
Usually gruff
Sarcastic
Other: WIP, and I'm dropping my previous form. Sorry for not updating this earlier! ^^;;

[AnnaerbR]

Thank you so much! Shes my Hero. I owe you alot i will make alot of donations if you want
P.S. thanks for Kuta he wont be a charector in my story or anything he will be my partner he will do everything on CS with me
Exept i can fit him in my sig Dont worrie i will always give Credit to you he wont be a charrie or a fursona he will be my boy.(he will probably be best friends with boomer my other dog) but still no worries he wont be a fursona but i will still make art for him (you are so awesome thank you!)

[ika;]

Kennel Number: 47~
Name: Juliet Alexandra Ramirez.

•Alias• Juliet.

Gender: Female.

Species Coyote.

•A Noteworthy Point• Juliet is extremely proud of her bloodline.

What do you plan to use this adoption for: If I got Juliet, she would be absolutely treasured. She'd have a home on my character thread, and I'd probably make her her own thread at some point. Juliet would be the second main character in a story I've been writing for about a year now. I've already finished one book which you can see if you're interesed, just PM me. Her role is a tough, charming ruffian- the rebellious Juliet. The basic outline of the story is that Juliet meets my current main character, the notorious Jeremy Haows {The first story follows him}, who feigns being a homeless man teetering on the brink of depression. He's really an assassin sent out to murder the king's daughter. What he doesn't know is that Juliet is on the run, charged with the murder of her mother, which she has no recollection of doing. Slowly- very slowly- Juliet begins to trust Jeremy. She agrees to help him in his task when he confides in her, and her travels with him leads her over the globe, right the way down to the snowy mountains of Asia. It is then that she notices a change in Jeremy, but doesn't mention it. One day she awakens to find him grinning, announcing he'd found the king's daughter and that he'd captured her further in the mountains. Delighted, she follows him, and is stunned to find him pulling a rifle on her. With nowhere to go, Juliet is trapped. Aaand, I'll leave the rest as a surprise if I get her- anyone can find out the plot if they like, just PM me :3

Personality:

Juliet is a clever little girl who knows how to get what she wants. When it comes to either getting her way or winning someone over, it's beyond easy for her. She loves challenges and will do anything to get into trouble or the latest scandal. She hates getting bored and will use her imagination to keep things fun most of the time. If it comes down to causing a fight for entertainment then she'll do it. That's just how she is. Don't trust her at all, even on little things. She's a devious vixen who lives on revenge and causing problems. So don't waste your time if you think you can change her because she likes who she is. When someone messes with her, she won't stop until she gets back at them. No matter what it leads to. Juliet really is well known. She is quite a heart breaker with the males and also well known with the females too. She has a lot of friends despite her bad qualities. She just loves having fun and others are attracted to that. She loves life and has a positive energy. Many males find her attractive and her attitude just adds to it. Even though Juliet can be a bit of a bad soul, she really is affectionate towards the ones she loves. She enjoys being close to others and having strong bonds. In all honesty she really is a sweetheart who just chooses to walk down the wrong path. She has always been street smart all her life. When it comes to surviving and knowing how to play her cards right, she's great at it. She has a true talent in getting information and knowing her way around. No matter where she's at, it's hard for her to get lost or for her to not be able to become familiar with things. She has an outgoing personality that allows her to learn quickly.

Famously intelligent both emotionally and mentally, Juliet could have you around her little finger if she wanted. She's powerful- though it wasn't until she grew older that she found out about her royal blood. She doesn't mind roughing it- she's happily slept on the streets with Jeremy, and feels almost uncomfortable if she isn't covered in dirt. A strong character through and through, she's hardly bothered by anything at all. She's sly, rude and dishonest, but she seems to attract people like a moth to a flame.


Background:


“Even if everything else is lost, little Juliet, you must always remember the sea. Even if you feel you have nobody, and you may not, but to look into the sea and gaze unto one’s reflection there- well, that will give you all the answers you need in this world and your next. Promise your mother that if you are to remember at least one thing about me, it shall be that. Promise me.”

Fearful green eyes so painfully familiar watched her with untold acceptance. Yet the little girl with the red rose still cried. She’d never been one for crying, but now it seemed necessary, mandatory to sit here and cry for her mother who was dying in front of her. Even more requisite to cry, because the little girl herself had killed her.

“I promise.”

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It was a dark night. The moonlight gleamed and danced in the puddles of collected rainwater on the street like a firefly trapped in a glass. Stars glimmered faintly from somewhere high above. A perfect night in monochrome, but for the girl with the red rose. It was not bright enough for contrast, but it still added a slick of colour- it broke the serenity of the scene. She strode proudly through the deserted roads, past the towering houses, her head high but her features gracefully concealed by the sudden onset of darkness. As she walked, her hands rested by her sides, one grasping the hilt of something unmentionable, something that glittered as darkly as the pitiless eyes of a predator. The smooth object in her hands was drawn now, her fingers occasionally skimming across it, caressing the blade like the mother of a child. A strange aura surrounded the pair, an odd reliance that though the blade would protect her, she too wished to defend this precious object.

The cobbled street shone like a fire burned within it, and this was not a far off comparison. The street lamps still hung, cradling their precious flame in glass arms- but soon even they would fade. But not yet. There was still enough light for the girl with the red bandana to move without difficulty through the emptiness of Comb Street.

The girl slowed to a steady stop, something about her movements calculating and deliberate, she was in complete control of herself- which was a rare feat for a woman out alone as late as this. The careful sound of her breath outwards could be heard from where the man stood, giving her away in courtesy of the silent night. He too, glanced around guiltily, before squaring his shoulders and prowling towards her.

It was clear that she saw his arrival long before he had reached her, for her head snapped upwards, tearing her loving gaze from the dagger she held in an uncannily fluent movement. Her eyes glinted with a steely detachment as the distance between them closed and he stood before her. She lifted a hand to fasten the knot of her bandana, tightening it around her head in a sly movement clearly aimed to distract. The man observed her with a frown that held an uneasy knowledge, and she hissed quietly, dropping her fingers.

“You have it, I assume. You would have made a bold mistake to arrive without it.” His voice carried through the air with vivid clarity, and if the woman were any other she may have glanced to the nearby windows, concerned to wake the sleeping townspeople. She tossed her head irritably, a reply that could be considered foolish, or extremely proud at the least. “Your apparent forgetfulness is convenient, is it not? Because by the way you feel the urge to touch that pathetic excuse for a weapon at your side as frequently as you do, even a blind man could tell you are intimidated by me.” Her voice was liquid velvet; a purr that may have been seductive if her dark eyes had not began to flash ominously from underneath her fringe. A hint of satisfaction tainted the air between them, and she continued. “Do not make the grave error of mistaking me for one of the silly girls you drink dry and throw out onto the streets. Of course I have it.” Her voice had turned sharp, dangerous. For the briefest of seconds, the man stood mesmerised, like a mouse in the sights of a cobra, and then he recovered- quickly. “Just who exactly do you believe yourself to be?” He snapped, grasping her wrist and tugging her towards him. “And just who exactly happens to be keeping you alive, here?” Neither of his questions required answers, she decided. Moving so swiftly that she could not even have thought through what she was doing, the woman raised her other had and struck him so hard in the face that he gave a painful cry, immediately releasing her and staggering backwards; cupping his nose in one hand, using the other to balance himself.

Before he could utter a word, she reached into the satchel on her belt, and pulled out a drawstring bag that clinked as it moved. With a disgusted laugh she hurled it at him. It fell too early for him to catch it, thudding so forcefully onto the cobbled stone road that its contents spewed open. Golden coins caught the shine of the moon as they spilled out. “Goodbye, Daniel.” She smiled grimly, gesturing at the pretty mess around him. “Clean that up.” Abruptly, she spun on her heels and stalked away.

Daniel, still cradling his face in shock, whistled softly. “Goodbye. You’re still as puzzling as when I first met you.”

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Juliet moved quickly, as close to running as she could without drawing attention. Of course, she still stood out like a coal in snow- a woman like her risked a great deal being out at this time. Her footsteps echoed with a muted exuberance, she knew she’d be safe for the night; maybe this way she could get some sleep. As if the mere thought could take its toll on her, her eyes suddenly began a dull ache, eyelids drooping as she fought for them to stay open. Not long now. Not much further. She told herself, rolling her shoulders back and shivering a little. Having worn the same torn shirt for the past few days- she lost count of just how many days she’d been here- the idea of warmer clothing had grown its appeal. The shirt wasn’t even hers. Remembering the smug expression on Daniel’s face as she’d run out of thread to sew her own together, Juliet hissed softly- the sound seeming strangely natural in the dead looking town around her.

Mist had started to curl and writhe from the stone slats, illuminated by the gradually dimming glow of the streetlights. Juliet slunk through it, her jaw set as she turned noiselessly into the final road that if followed, would lead directly to the river that supported the trading barges that floated like generous ghosts but for the warm breath of the horses that pulled them. But even more satisfying, follow the river, and you would find the sea. Inside her, Juliet’s heart fluttered weakly, hopelessly optimistic. She would be there soon enough, once she’d finished with Daniel. Instead of heading to the river, as she so strongly desired, Juliet took a sharp left, and found herself staring at the feeble lean-to behind the first row of houses. “Slimy...” She muttered to herself. When Daniel had approached her, claiming to have the ideal place for her to hide for a few days, she thought she had gotten lucky. A shady little place, behind the first line of houses, no-one has any incentive to go there. Yes, that’s what he had described to her. And damn right they’d have no incentive.

Biting her lower lip in a peculiar mixture of relief and disappointment, she picked her way carefully through the scraps of litter and twisted pieces of metal. Now she drew level with her accommodation, taking in the rotted wood that were staked precariously into the ground, topped with some sort of linoleum sheet for a roof. Rainwater had collected in it, sagging it inwards in one heavy pocket, so she had to duck down to find her way in- feeling blindly for a handhold, something she could use to lower herself to the damp earth.Instinctively reaching down for her dagger, she seemed to be reassured by its mere presence. Now settled, she gazed wearily into the darkness for some sign that Daniel was coming.

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Juliet remembered the letters. Perhaps not something she was supposed to recall of her life before- before everything- but she did. The letters on yellow blotting paper, with the red wax stamps in the shape of some sort of flower. The way her mother had dropped to her knees, alarmingly silent tears flooding down her cheeks, catching in her dimples as she smiled, cradling the surreptitious rectangles of paper to her chest. Julit had never seen its contents, so it was something she regarded with cautious agreement, simply because they made her mother so very happy. And almost always afterwards Alivia would take up her daughter in her arms, kiss the top of her head, and sometimes allow the chef to coddle the wide eyed six year old with hard boiled sweets. So Juliet liked the letters, most of the time. It was easy enough to be deaf to the many times her mother cried in the middle of the night over them- known only by the telltale snap of the drawer opening, the one she kept them in. Julie only knew this after years of observing her mother dressing up, the same routine spray of perfume, then she’d reach for the letter drawer, opening it with that snap, and touching them lightly. Alivia would then turn to her daughter with an eerily clandestine expression on her proud face, smile; and bustle her from the room.

The memory stung almost as much as the reality- the rejection she’d felt as the master bedroom’s door clicked shut in her curious face. That was one of the better days, at least. Juliet exhaled, running a dry tongue across her chapped, burst lips, tasting the salty iron of her own blood; washing it away carefully. The physical tingling of that distracted her; she wouldn’t have to think about it anymore tonight. She must have fallen asleep, for when she bolted awake, her head throbbed and her vision swayed. Daniel was crouched outside the lean-to, his sickly pale face seeming to hold a light of its own. He said nothing, which irritated the already annoyed girl. “What is it?” She demanded, pulling her satchel nearer to her from its resting place in the doorway. “I want to know about you. Am I not the one keeping you from public execution and possibly torture? I think I deserve a little insight into the world of the girl with the red rose.” His voice was even, perhaps maybe soft if it wasn’t for the wary look in his gray eyes. Cruce clamped her mouth together, suddenly unsure of everything. “I don't even know your name.” He prompted, shifting into a slightly more comfortable position.

“Why are you now so interested?” She asked plainly, remembering the forceful way he had grabbed her in the street. Daniel shrugged. “Curiosity did kill the cat.” He sighed when he saw the clearly confused look in Cruce’s face. “It’s an expression- a personification.” Her lips formed a little ‘o’, but he did not elaborate. “At least tell me your name?” Juliet’s mind whirled at this sudden invasion. But only due to experience did her lie come so smoothly. “Isabel Dawson.” She said shortly, meeting his eyes coldly, resenting him for putting her on the spot like this. A small smile threatened as she found the deep purple bruise that was already beginning to form underneath his eye. “Isabel. Okay. And you are running away from your brother, who wishes to move you to the Americas to stay with your Aunt?” He nodded once, repeating the story she had told him, and his face was devoid of suspicion. Of course Juliet had not been as foolish as to give away anything- as there was no doubt that Daniel would turn her in to the police if he knew. The prize on her head seemed to be growing by the day.

“I can hold you here for a day at most. I keep my horse here, but it has been loaned out for the day. So tomorrow, Isabel, you have to be gone. But you can always stay with me.” Daniel’s voice was muted, neutral. Juliet’s relaxed face twitched, hardening into a shocked mask. Silence formed a tangible presence between them both. “I was just saying.” He muttered nervously, alarmed by the anger growing into a protective shield around her. “Save it for the other girls.” Juliet fumed, standing up in a rush of chilling air. Her expression had taken on a flinty edge, and she glared at him, snatching her satchel and buckling it around her waist in a practised, smooth movement. “You are blocking my exit.” These words jerked from her, as if it now pained her to speak to him, tossing the sentence in his general direction as his silhouette stood slouched in the entrance. “You don’t have to leave, Isabel!” Daniel told her, his eyes alight with confusion. The night had taken a bitter turn, and most of the streetlights had flickered themselves into nothing, their wicks burnt down into useless stubs. Even the refreshing light of the moon had clouded over.

Juliet said nothing, only stepped forwards as if to pass through him like one of the barge ghosts that she had to squint to see through the rolling mists. “You are not leaving.” He growled, striking his arm forwards and catching her in the shoulder. Now she could see the man that had held her so tightly in the street. His kind tirade had faded now losing money was involved. She lifted her head to take in his drawn face, the inky ringlets of purple that hung underneath his eyes, his unshaven chin tinted with gray. “So you are going to hurt me? Is that it?” Juliet could no longer find the energy to be heated with him- in a way he was like her. He needed something so bad he’d fight to get it. The only difference between them was what they wanted. Daniel clearly needed money, whilst Juliet merely desired freedom. A skitter of envy churned in her gut; he was far more likely to have his wish granted. Her voice echoed unobtrusively, reflecting the tiredness that crawled through her veins. “Because if you are, I’d like to remind you that I’m the one holding the dagger.” Juliet slipped it easily from the modest leather sheath, her breath hitching in the familiar wonder she always felt each time she set eyes on it.

“Excuse me.” Her voice was careful, with an almost forced politeness about it. She’d singled this man out in particular. Juliet was always thorough in decisions that regarded her life. By the way passers-by scowled at him he didn’t appear to be much liked. He was tall, she saw that first. She guessed he was about thirty, with a head of unruly sand-coloured hair and guarded gray eyes. His clothes assured her that he wasn’t someone that would recognize her easily, so Juliet had made her move. She approached the slouched figure as he stood holding a frayed end of rope looped around a skinny looking black horse with a white face.
He looked up at her indifferently, and Juliet felt her body turn weak with relief. He didn’t know her- or at least if he did, he didn’t care about it. “Excuse me...” She repeated, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to play on her decided character. Isabel Dawson, the girl she’d invented only yesterday would be who this man called her by. And Isabel Dawson was normal, she didn’t like the spotlight. The man sighed, tearing his gaze from the horse and to her again. “Yes?” His voice was rough, and he coughed several times to clear his throat. He did not sound surprised, simply annoyed.“What is it?” He said, in the tone of someone that had been speaking for a while with no-one to listen. Shaking herself from her thoughts, Juliet flashed him a sudden smile; “I was wondering if you had somewhere for me to stay the night?” The man smirked- “Are you asking if...” Juliet shook her head. “No, I was not. I was asking if you had somewhere for me to stay the night.”

“Oh.” His voice seemed flat now, and he ran one wide hand down the bony neck of the horse he held. “If you can pay, I would tell you that my horse is out tonight, so there’s a free stable. If you can’t pay, then I’d tell you to walk away.” Juliet’s lips twisted in a grin. “I can pay. Meet me here when it gets dark.” She turned to walk away.
“Right. I’m Daniel, by the way.” He called after her, his puzzled face already beginning to be lost in the crowds of people in the afternoon market. “I don’t care.” Juliet called back.

The dagger stood strong, midnight black in the darkness. Her fingers tightened around its silver hilt. Daniel sighed heavily, seeming to sag in surrender. “Get out.” He murmured, turning away from her. Juliet took her cue less than eagerly, but stumbled out into the street without a backward glance at him.

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Captain Robert Lanto was an ordinarily calm man, but today his Lieutenant seemed to be deliberately dense.
“Are you telling me that you have neither word nor sighting?”

The Lieutenant shifted on his heels slightly, clearly uncomfortable. “Yes, Sir.” His voice was hushed, and he curled his lip into his mouth, shamefaced.

“How hard can it possibly be to find a woman?” Lanto demanded, “Tall, carries a dagger of extortionate price in her belt! She murdered her mother, Lott. Find. Her.” He punctuated each word with a slam to the table with his clenched fist. Lott cringed backwards. “Yes sir.” He mumbled again, scuffing his foot on the waxed wood floor. His Lieutenant muttered something more, but Lanto did not listen. At the sound of hesitant footsteps leaving the room, Lanto exhaled, frustrated. For the past four weeks, the most wanted woman in England had been evading them with the effortless manner of a tiger in long grass. “Juliet Ramirez, I swear I’ll find you. You won’t-“ He paused to smile, “Can’t, run from me. It is simply not possible.”

He wandered over to the long stretch of window, his immaculate boots almost soundless. Outside in the unremarkable cloudy morning, people bustled around the shipyard, an ocean of people against an ocean of water. Horses clattered past, most from the cavalry regiment on their daily patrol, others scraggly greying beasts bent double with the weight of the dirty faced gypsy children that thudded their heels against their broad sides. Dogs barked, people called to each other. Another industrious beginning to a day that threatened to be an abysmal one.

Lanto’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword. This position simply felt natural to him after so many years of doing a job like his own. Lifting his other, he pushed it under the tight embroidered royal blue jacket he wore, feeling his way up to his shoulder. Finding the familiar circular bump of raised skin, he fingered it absently. The scar was a physical reminder to never get too close- the job would have to come first in every circumstance. He’d never allow himself that mistake again.

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Juliet sat motionless on the crumbling stone wall that stretched the length of the dock, inhaling the salt tinged sea air with relish, a longing glittering in her eyes that was plain for anyone to see. Her crimson rose clutched in her hand, ripplin in the breeze that gave the market sellers a closed glimpse of life on the water, and she absently reached to tighten it. It was easy to be unseen here, she blended in effortlessly with the bustling people that charged past her without a second glance; sometimes even jolting into her shoulder with muffled apologies. Juliet marvelled in the anonymity of this- it was pleasant to close her eyes and imagine a new life for herself, a fantasy so far away that she’d not dared do it before. But here on the sea front it was easy. To imagine the voice of her father calling her, and she’d turn around and meet him, the joy in his eyes enough for the both of them. They’d embrace. He’d tell her how he’d never meant to leave, that he’d missed her every day and it was not her fault that her mother had died. But of course, it was. The thought skittered across her mind, and Juliet licked her lips slowly, grappling for some distraction.

“So if you see her, we’d appreciate your cooperation. There is a large sum of money to be rewarded with.” This voice was not a welcome one. His tone was bored, professional. She ducked her head and peered at him as casually as she could. The man was addressing a middle aged woman with an odd eyed dog at her heels. He wore a navy blue jacket embroidered with gold and a black hat that perched righteously upon a curled white wig. He looked about thirty, with a hard face and rough hands that grasped a sheet of paper, which he was showing her. “That’s right, Juliet Ramirez.” He nodded, making an almost undetectable shooing motion at the dog with one leg, while he gave the woman a controlled smile. The woman spoke softly, and Cruce couldn’t hear her at all; but the man spoke with such loud confidence that he was clearly audible.

“Well normally ma’am, we wouldn’t reveal their offence, but this one here is a coldblooded killer. Murdered her own mother outright for no particular reason.” He said gravely. “At least, we haven’t found a motive yet. And I don’t think we will.”Juliet closed her eyes. She whimpered quietly.

With one shuddering breath, Juliet sprang to her feet and ran blindly through the mass of townspeople. It was surprisingly easy to flee, so long as she didn’t admit it to herself. Sprinting down a near invisible path that seemed empty enough, she slowed to a stop. Her chest was heaving, and her stomach churned with an unpleasant promise. Leaning to one side, she retched into the shadows.
“Hello there.” A figure sat in the dark in which she was doubled up in, eyeing her with an appraising gaze. “You look sick.” It was too shady to see his features, and Juliet automatically shifted away from him, the accent he spoke with unfamiliar and strange to her. “I’m not sick.” She snapped defensively, keeping her vision low and drawing one arm across her face.

“Well if you aren’t sick, then who just vomited on my only blanket?” His voice was light, teasing. Juliet looked down without thinking. He was speaking the truth. “Sorry.” She muttered stubbornly, taking in the litter strewn carelessly across the width of the cobbled street. A ploughing tyre of a horse lay abandoned, propped up on one dirt smeared wall. Not too far away, a grimy dog with protruding ribs watched them tiredly, it’s black coat matted with clots of mud. “Don’t be. Just means I have to find myself another one.” He replied easily, heaving himself to his feet; using the wall behind him to aid him. Stepping into the light, Juliet observed him warily, tensed and ready to run again. “You are like a skittish colt. You really think I would hurt you?” He was not someone she'd seen around. His lashes were thick, giving him an altogether beautiful appearance.

“I don’t know what to think anymore.” Juliet mumbled, gripping her stomach again as it gurgled hollowly. She leaned over again, struggling for breath.

“Ah, me neither. But I do know your face, Juliet Ramirez.” He told her gravely, his kind eyes suddenly sad. Juliet’s jaw dropped, and she wordlessly bent again, vomiting copiously onto the floor before everything turned gray, then black.


Other: I have a lot more continued on from this, but I didn't want to make the form too huge xD If you want to see it for proof, PM me and I'll give it to you :3 I really hope my form shows how much I'd love her if I got her- I really connected with Juliet and would love to write more about her and her travels.

[Anonymous Hyena]

Kennel Number: 14
Name: Ferucio
Gender: stallion
Species horse...unsure of the breed
What do you plan to use this adoption for: I have another horse character I recently adopted. Her name is Kima, a really friendly mare. This young one could be her companion
Personality: From his history Feru is still has that wild side in his eyes. It hard to trust certain people and sometimes animals but if you are a patient being, Fer will come around. He likes to stand on small hills, basking in the moonlight while stargazing. In the morning he'll usually take small walks around the field, whilist during the afternoon he'll sleep under a tree.
Background: Feru is currently a loner right now, shunned from those he had loved just because he looks different. He has nightmares of the days when he was captured and used for horse racing, tortured by the constant whipping. Luckily his "master" didn't want him anymore saying he was 'Unresponsive to the methods.' Feru just wants someone to understand him and look after him with a kind, gentle nature.
Other: Don't think so