☁ Silver Lining Adoption Place v2 ☁

[perros1234]

<3 I'm so happy I get to bring Solider home with me. Gaia and I are gotting to love him to death.
Congrats to everyone else who got to bring a special someone one home with them. c:

[white . horse]

I didn't get Cloud? And good job, perros^^
The code drop was on the front page right? What should I change about my form so I could win her? D:

Username:
white . horse
Name:
Dark Cloud Dancer (or Cloud for short :3)
I named her this because her paint splotches look like soft clouds. Her personality goes with her name very well, I suppose.
Gender:
Female/Mare
Species:
Equine ~ Welsh Cob
Kennel Number:
#114
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
I would like Cloud becase she is just such a breathtaking horse. I would have never thought of those colors on a horse together, but on her she looks absolutly amazing. Also I love her mane and tail, they are very realistic and bring out her coat color. I also would like Cloud because she would be a great addition to my horse character herd and she would be a beautiful brood mare and make beautiful foals.
I will do many things with this character, including breeding her, making art of her, and displaying her on my character page. As I said above, she will make amazing foals that will be one of a kind. Since she has such a striking color and unique markings and paint spots, she will be very fun to make art of. I will display her proudly on my character page, with all my other most loved horse characters.
Personality:
All together, Cloud is a very sensitive horse. Her delicate feelings are easily hurt, and she has a hard time picking the right friends. She has got her heart broken many times by mean stallions, and her self esteem plummeted when she became friends with rude mares. When she isn't depressed and sensitive, she's laughing with the friends that make her happy. On the other side, Cloud has a peppy and happy personality, and that is only when she's not alone. She loves to gallop, it makes her feel free, with the wind blowing in her mane and the earth hitting her large hooves. Cloud is also pretty pessimistic, and always thinking of the worst of things. When she meets someone and that someone is lost for a while, she immediately thinks that someone is hurt or dead. She's always been this way, and no one knows why. Some people and horses think she has a disorder, but there are many theories to why Cloud is so negative. And the other up side, Cloud is a great friend and will stand up for her true friends no matter her state of being and no matter what. It's her most loved quality, and she exhibits it well in front of others, even though sometimes she thinks she can't do anything.
History:
Cloud was born on a small farm, with a small family. Her mother died shortly after she was born, for unknown reasons that the family has not found out. Thw familey dealt with the death of her mother well, and they looked at the up side of losing her mother, they had a new baby foal. Cloud grew up with this family, learning the basics of riding. She was trained until age two, when she was finished. The sons of the family always wanted to ride her, but the father said no, for they were only 9 and they can't ride a 2 year old horse. Years passed, and the sons were able to ride at age 14, and Cloud was 7. She grew a liking to the twin boys, and they loved her very much. Cloud would follow them around the pasture, and they would tease her by shaking the grain bucket. One day, one of the twins, named John, got very sick. Since the family was poor, they didnt have enough money to pay for his medical bills, so the only way to get the money to save his life was to sell Cloud. The other twin, named James, was very sad, for he could loose a brother and was losing their best friend also. James decided it was for Cloud's and John's own good. They sold Cloud to a huge farm for a good amount of money, and saved John's life. white . horse came to the large barn and saw Cloud, and instantly fell in love with such an amazing Welsh Cob. They will have many adventures together and white . horse will care for Cloud his as much as he boys did.
Other:
Cloud plodded through the wet pasture, her longish mane drenched with rain. She called out into the night, looking for John and James. The rain poured down again, and she shivered, her blood turning to ice. She neighed again, her hooves seeping deeper into the mud. She pulled them out, the mud caked in the cracks of her hooves. She closed her eyes and waited for the rain to stop.

"Geeze, Cloud! You don't need to scream."

James clipped the lead rope under her halter and she opened her eyes, she restrained from the pull of James, but realized it was hi and she walked on next to him. "Nothing's gonna get you out here, silly mare," he said, patting Cloud's wet neck. After several minutes, they managed to make it inside the barn. Cloud went into her stall gracefully, and ate the half-stale hay that was given to her. James watched her from outside the old and broken down stall, barely any room for Cloud to move. "Too bad were going to have to let her go," a familiar voice said behind James. James turned to his tall dad, who put his shoulder on the pre-teen. "It's the only way we can keep him alive," James said, turning back to the Welsh Cob. "You know it was a hard desision, Dad. But it is for Cloud's and John's own good," James said, a tear dripping down his wet face. James' Dad pulled him into a hug, knowing how someone losing a good friend can make you miserable. James let go of the embrace and walked into Cloud's stall, Cloud picking up her was and nuzzling James in the stomach. James thought how John was going to react when they told him that Cloud was gone, but for his treatment. His dad left the shed-like stall, so that they could have some time together.

"Just don't die on me early, Cloud. Find someone who loves you as much a we did."
Ginger ale

[Solanum]

We would appreciate it if you didn't repost forms, and instead linked to them when asking questions x3
I had to get to sleep, because I was tired... But now I can update, then when the new round begins, you may post forms and ask for crit on it to find out how it could be improved. But from what I can glance at, I think you need to expand your history a little more.

Patience is a virtue.

Sorry, Pix. I figured you were going to get results from Toki first. I'll post it now.

Edit - Posted.

It's okay wes ^^
I'll update my section and then let you update x3

[Solanum]

Alright so I've updated.

Kennels that need to be updated your end, wes:
Kennel 78
Kennel 79
Kennel 81
Kennel 97
Kennel 103
Kennel 113

I decided to take back Kaya and Timber as I didn't realise I'd ordered art of them and now it's all mine xD Link
Not giving that away :P

And kennels to add up.


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-Don't change the design, but you can change the breed(it must stay a dog of some sort) and add accessories.
-Name, gender, and breed may change.
-Return it to me if you no longer want it.
-I'd love a link where I can see how it's treated by it's new owner, but that's not needed.
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Species: Canine / Dog (no specific breed)
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[white . horse]

Username:
white horse.
Name:
Dark Cloud Dancer (or Cloud for short :3)
I named her this because her paint splotches look like soft clouds. Her personality goes with her name very well. Her history reflects on how brave and strong she was through the hard times, and Clouds seem to float one by, even in the hardest of weather.
Gender:
Female/Mare
Species:
Equine ~ Welsh Cob
Kennel Number:
#114
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
I would like Cloud because she is just such a breathtaking horse. I would have never thought of those colors on a horse together, but on her she looks absolutely amazing. Also I love her mane and tail, they are very realistic and bring out her coat color. I also would like Cloud because she would be a great addition to my horse character herd and she would be a beautiful brood mare and make beautiful foals.
I will do many things with this character, including breeding her, making art of her, and displaying her on my character page. As I said above, she will make amazing foals that will be one of a kind. Since she has such a striking color and unique markings and paint spots, she will be very fun to make art of. I will display her proudly on my character page, with all my other most loved horse characters.
Personality:
All together, Cloud is a very sensitive horse. Her delicate feelings are easily hurt, and she has a hard time picking the right friends. She has got her heart broken many times by mean stallions, and her self esteem plummeted when she became friends with rude mares. When she isn't depressed and sensitive, she's laughing with the friends that make her happy. On the other side, Cloud has a peppy and happy personality, and that is only when she's not alone. She loves to gallop, it makes her feel free, with the wind blowing in her mane and the earth hitting her large hooves. Cloud is also pretty pessimistic, and always thinking of the

worst of things. When she meets someone and that someone is lost for a while, she immediately thinks that someone is hurt or dead. She's always been this way, and no one knows why. Some people and horses think she has a disorder, but there are many theories to why Cloud is so negative. And the other up side, Cloud is a great friend and will stand up for her true friends no matter her state of being and no matter what. It's her most loved quality, and she exhibits it well in front of others, even though sometimes she thinks she can't do anything.
History:
Cloud was born on a small farm, with a small family. Her mother died shortly after she was born, for unknown reasons that the family has not found out. The family dealt with the death of her mother well, and they looked at the up side of losing her mother, they had a new baby foal. Cloud grew up with this family, learning the basics of riding. She was trained until age two, when she was finished. The sons of the family always wanted to ride her, but the father said no, for they were only 9 and they can't ride a 2 year old horse. Years passed, and the sons were able to ride at age 14, and Cloud was 7. She grew a liking to the twin boys, and they loved her very much. Cloud would follow them around the pasture, and they would tease her by shaking the grain bucket. One day, one of the twins, named John, got very sick. Since the family was poor, they didn't have enough money to pay for his medical bills, so the only way to get the money to save his life was to sell Cloud. The other twin, named James, was very sad, for he could loose a brother and was losing their best friend also. James decided it was for Cloud's and John's own good. They sold Cloud to a huge farm for a good amount of money, and saved John's life. white horse came to the large barn and saw Cloud, and instantly fell in love with such an amazing Welsh Cob. They will have many adventures together and white horse will care for Cloud his as much as he boys did.

(This might get a little confusing now. Cloud his sleeping in her stall at white horse's barn, haing a dream inside of a dream inside a dream, and so on. It is her history.)

I looked out from my stall, whacking my small foal tail against the sides. The young boys, who I didn't know the names of, pulled each others hair and bit each other's skin "When she grows up, I"M THE FIRST TO RIDE HERRR!" the smaller of the two yelled. I pinned my ears back and scraped my small teeth on the bars, and both boys snapped their heads towards me. They frowned and went into my stall, and petted me softly. "Sorry, Cloud. We both love you, and..." the bigger of the two said.
I never remembered what he said after. I opened my eyes quickly from the dream, and looked around.
I was laying down in my unusual smelling, slightly dirty, straw filled stall, closing my eyes and remembering that moment, something I will never, ever forget. I opened my eyes and turned my head when I heard light footsteps, the footsteps of a small child. I peeled my young, 4 year old self off the stall floor, shaking my dirty coat. John, the smaller of the two, smiled at me as I stretched and shook my long mane. He coughed violently, making me want to plug my ears. I frowned at the boy, who was now 11. He was a very cute boy, with a nice face shape and longish black hair, and bright blue eyes. His twin brother was almost identical, but he was 3 inches taller than him and had shorter hair. John opened the door slightly, his black hair falling in front of his small face. He petted me from my ears to my haunches, speaking soft words and feeling soft touches. The moment was interrupted by a vigorous cough again, and the door to the stable opened up again. James' and John's father walked in, a concerned look on his strong face. The man was very stern and strict looking, be he was what you call a 'gentle giant'. I spoke some words to John that made the boy frown, and the father said, "Get back into the house, leave the horse alone, and I'll have mother call the doctor."
I never saw the boy again, and I still remember his sick face. I laid down in my stall, again, closing my eyes. After several, what feels like long and tiring minutes, I fell asleep again.
I plodded through the wet pasture, my longish mane drenched with rain. I called out into the night, looking for John and James. The rain poured down again, and I shivered, my blood turning to ice. I neighed again, my hooves seeping deeper into the mud. I pulled them out, the mud caked in the cracks of my hooves. I closed my eyes and waited for the rain to stop.
"Geeze, Cloud! You don't need to scream."
James clipped the lead rope under my halter and I opened my eyes, restraining from the pull of James, but realized it was him and I walked on next to him. "Nothing's gonna get you out here, silly mare," he said, patting my wet neck. After several minutes, we managed to make it inside the barn. I went into my stall gracefully, and ate the half-stale hay that was given to me. James watched me from outside the old and broken down stall, barely any room for me to move. "Too bad were going to have to let her go," a familiar voice said behind James. James turned to his tall dad, who put his shoulder on the pre-teen. "It's the only way we can keep him alive," James said, turning back to me. "You know it was a hard decision, Dad. But it is for Cloud's and John's own good," James said, a tear dripping down his wet face. James' Dad pulled him into a hug, knowing how someone losing a good friend can make you miserable. James let go of the embrace and walked into my stall, and I picked up my head and nuzzled James in the stomach.

James thought how John was going to react when they told him that I was going, but for his treatment. His dad left the shed-like stall, so that apparently, we could have some time together.
"Just don't die on me early, Cloud. Find someone who loves you as much a we did."
I snorted and whipped my head up, my legs very tired from standing in this torn stall. There was no humans, and horses I didn't even know were sleeping beside me, not making one sound except for their soothing breathing. I looked around, and the auction house was closed, no people around. I relaxed, feeling my muscles relax also. I have been at this wretched place for 4 days now. I was brought into the ring once a day, no one would bid for me, and I was taken away back to this same "stall" that I have been living in for the past 4 days. I stretched my neck, trying to figure out what time it was. I decided it was around 3:00 in the morning, the sun has not yet peeked over the horizon. I fell back asleep and waited for morning.
The next morning, I was awakened by the sounds of horses and people, pulling and yelling. The rope to my stall was unhooked, and a large man put on my halter that rubbed me raw, and I followed him obediently out of the house for the horses to be auctioned today.
When I walked out, many people were surrounding the small ring, holding drinks of alcohol and holding white papers with large numbers. I looked around wildly, my actions probably skewing the chances of getting a new home. I looked around again, seeing a teenager girl push her way through the crown. He long brown hair fell in front of her hair, hiding her bright green eyes. She watched me, smiling as I was led into the ring. The auction judge yelled out my characteristics and no one held up numbers. The teenage girl pulled out the crumpled paper that said said "41" In large, black, bold numbers. She bid a certain amount of money, which I could not hear over the yelling and laughing. I was walked a little more, watching the other men clink their glass bottles together, guzzling the amber liquid inside. I whinnied and the large mallet pounded twice on the wooden podium.
"3 times, and she goes to #41!"
I opened my eyes again, the dreams giving me a horrible headache. I swished my newly trimmed tail, and my bright coat was clean and brushed. I walked over to my water bowl and took many, long drinks from my water bowl. white horse peered into my roomy stall, and smiled. "Look's like you finally woke up. Must have had a long dream, am I right?" she said with a small laugh at the end. She walked away and came back with my saddle and green saddle pad, the bridle dangling from her left arm. I stretched and waited to the tack, knowing that I have a perfect life and someone that loves me.
Other:
Thank you for reading.
Ginger ale


I decided to try out for Cloud again, so here is my form.

[Wesley]

My kennels should be updated by tomorrow.
Please don't repost forms if the round is still closed. ;u;

[white . horse]

Oh yes, sorry. I'll re-post it when the round opens up again, very sorry.

[Spare]

Woops...more donations...xD


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Gender: Gelding/Male (Cannot be changed - and since he is a gelding, he cannot have foals)
Species: Equine (Short-maned)
Preferences: Please love & care for him. <3
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Species: Equine (Unicorn)
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Species: Equine (Long-maned)
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Species: Equine (Long-maned)
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[white . horse]

Stop donating all the beautiful horses! xD I can't adopt them all! :C

[Bip]

Username:

Nefarious

Name:

Sekaii

Gender:

Male

Species:
Bloodrunner

Kennel Number:
#105

Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
He is so perfect. ;-; I've always been into a little blood on a character,but not too much,and steel parts are pretty amazing. xD I'd show him off so much. He'd get the last spot left on my prized characters section of my character thread [one I was reserving for a super-special character] and I'd draw him until I'd memorized every part of him. Oh, and the art that would ordered. He'd have at least five orders by the next five days I would have adopted him. His form would look so beautiful with all that art...

Personality:

Stubborn

"Even after Scorpio had pestered me for five straight hours of what species I was,I still didn't tell him. It's fun to watch them get frustrated when you persist to not do something. Plus,if I don't want to do something,why do it?"

[scorpio is one of my characters]

Sadistic

"I won't go into detail on this one. It's a little violent. ..........but, I guess a little violence is fine. Yes, I play wit my food after injuring it a bit and then eating it."

Competitive

"I need to win. Getting anything but first is just losing. I don't even care if there's a prize or not. Victory is a prize in itself.''

Seclusive

"I've never really had any need to be around others for entertainment. Being alone just suits me."

Pessimist

"There is no use in saying you can when you obviously can't. Can't just sugarcoat things. Now, there's pessimist, and then there's rude. Don't get me wrong; I'm not rude."

Considerate

"Eh...I hate to admit it, but I do look before I leap, I suppose. I think about people I care about."

Jumps to Conclusions

"I am considerate, yet I tend to jump to conclusions sometimes before looking through everything. Maybe that's why I don't have any friends. Heh...oh right. I don't want friends."

Hides Emotions

"Occasionally, I am told that I mask my real feelings with fake ones just so people can't get to know me well. Which I don't think is true. None of that is true. No. ......no..."

History:

As a child,I was quite weak. I didn't play with other pups, I never ran around obnoxiously. I played alone,by myself.Whenever I tried to play with them, they made fun of me for being smaller than the rest of them. It was never any fun. Mother scolded them, but it didn't help. It's obvious she liked them more. I wasn't born with the signature of the pack, a paw shaped mark on my shoulder. The others were. They weren't small, weak, or strange-minded.
One specific day, I went out and tried to play with the other pups again. They told me they were going to play cliff, whatever that was. They led me to the Hanging Cliff, which was a relatively steep cliff who's edge hung over the base of itself. Jagged rocks implanted into the cliff looked like huge teeth waiting to chew whatever was unfortunate enough to fall off. One of them leaned over the side,looking down. I think his name was Darrick. He slipped immediately, hanging on with one slipping paw. The other pups ran away in fear, as there was a rumor that a huge monster came and ate everything it saw when something fell off the cliff. I didn't believe in such a ridiculous statement, but I was scared anyway. I was a pup. But I couldn't let him just fall to his inevitable death, so I leapt and grabbed his paw in my mouth. He screamed in pain. Were my fangs that sharp? Did I even have fangs? There wasn't any time to think about that. I tried to pull Darrick up, but he had somehow convinced himself that I was the monster, trying to eat him. He swung around, and we switched places so that I was scrabbling against the side of the cliff, losing grip and then falling. The last thing I saw then was Darrick running away in horror.
When I saw light, I was at the bottom of the cliff. I was in great pain, and I smelled of blood. An unfamiliar paw pressured my head, and I yiped. The paw pulled away. I could hear a voice, a soft one, most likely from a female. "You almost died, but I fixed you. Strange bones sticking out of your body, your ears were almost torn completely off, and you lost your tail. Your claws came out from trying to stay on the side. Your face has been torn. I have replaced your tail with metal, a metal mask put on your face to cover the torn places, and added claws. I could not fix the bones sticking out or repair your ears." She said something else, but I could not make it out, as I was losing consciousness again. I saw her figure walk away, wearing a strange white sheet over her head, and everything faded.
The light came back, but this time I am alone, and the pain is gone. I look at myself. Metal claws, metal tail, metal face. Bones sticking out where they shouldn't. The girl was real, and she spoke the truth. Something scratched my left side, and I looked to see what it was. A small sheet of paper stuck to my front leg, saying "Bloodrunner." Strange. I wondered what it meant, having never heard the term before. I figured the masked girl had left it there and discarded it.
I arrived at the pack, and they all wore horrific expressions. What is wrong with them? I asked myself. I had only received minor modifications. I couldn't have been that different looking. Besides, they shouldn't have cared anyway, after they had left me. I saw Darrick eating some fresh-kill, and a strange feeling surged in me. I found myself pouncing onto him, snarling in his face. "How COULD you?!" I yelled. His expression was pitiful, searching for mercy in my merciless eyes. Then he spoke. "I-I.....I thought you would bring my death...with the monster and everything..." His response was pathetic. Thought I would kill HIM by falling off the cliff? What kind of sentiment is THAT? I assume he saw my disbelieving expression, because he spoke again. "I swear, Sekaii, honest. I had ran back to get older wolves for help,but when I came back, we saw you all bruised up and torn apart. We thought you were dead...and since you'd been gone so long, we thought we knew for sure you were." He explained. That was more believable than the first statement. But had I really been gone long? It couldn't have been any more than a day,right? Darrick explained to me that it had been three days, and I backed up I shock. Before I got a chance to respond, the Elder came and saw me. How I had changed. He claimed that I wasn't natural, wasn't wold, and wasn't suitable for the pack. I was an outcast. Even Mother thought so, but I could see some pain in her eyes as she said so. I was led many miles away from the pack by the lead warriors.
It was years later. I had finished a nice meal of elk, when a wolf ran into me. He seemed in a hurry to get away from something, but it couldn't have been anything big because the panic in his eyes was minor. It looked like he was looking for something, actually. He gasped when he saw me, covered in blood, and so did I when I saw him, but mine being more subtle. He was a dark brown wolf, probably older than four years, with light gray streaks and a black, paw-shaped mark on his shoulder. He asked who and what I was. And I responded calmly. "I am Sekaii. The Bloodrunner."

Theme Songs:

Good Girl- The Living Tombstone and Dasha
Yes,it says good girl,but I thought the lyrics suited him.

Demons- Imagine Dragons
This was another seemingly fitting song<3

Other:

N/A

Ginger ale


Re-trying for Sekaii. <3