Pound of Love - JUDGING!! 155 kennels to adopt!

[Jericho]

REMOVED

[Laghairt]

I'd love to apply for the Bearded Dragon, please!

Name- Drysor (Welsh, meaning 'treasure')
(Der-EYE-sOr)
Gender: Male
Species: Pagona (Bearded Dragon)

HISTORY-

Australia.
The dry season had descended it's unfair hand onto the Outback, and the white-hot sub beat its unforgiving rays onto the cracked earth. A single, female bearded dragon skittered her way across the ground, her feet a blur as she danced over the burning dirt. She paused, her engorged belly expanding and shrinking as she breathed heavily. She skittered over several rocks, and began digging maniacally into the rough earth. When she had finally dug a significant cave, she vanished inside of it.

There were two eggs in total.
When the little ones hatched, the left one was your typical palette of sandy hues. But...the one on the right...was- different. His skin was a rich, cedar-esque hue with intricate lighter shaded patterns running along his body. His eyes were a brilliant sapphire. This-this was no ordinary dragon. This was...something special.

Perhaps, even something celestial.

PERSONALITY-

Drysor is a very calm reptile- he spends the majority of his time basking, and guarding his small territory fiercely. His 'plot of land' lies very closely to an Aborigine tribe, who consider him a God of rain. And, truth be told, he just might be.

Drysor has discovered over the years that he has a special connection to water- if he wills it to rain, rain will fall. If he wishes to find water, a tiny spring will burst from the earth. An incredible power, certainly, but this also places him in danger.

Due to his odd skin colour, he is easier to spot by predators. And because he can summon springs, it can, and often does, attract predators and rival male Beardies, causing for Drysor to have to tread very lightly.

However, he is tough. He's learned the ways of the Outback- he knows the tips and tricks, the truths and the lies. He understands the law of the land- and he knows how unforgiving it can be.

I hope I get him!

-Tau

[booklover789]

Tauchawee, as pleased as we are to see you trying out for one of our older characters, you MUST fill out the form properly to even be considered in the upcoming code drop. The form can be found here. Please edit your post so that it includes all of the necessary information so that you may be eligible to win the character you want.

[cerulean blue]

The date for the code drop is on the front page: Code Drop: June 2, 2015

The kennels don't go by first come first serve, but best form wins. This round is still going on, winners of the previous round can be found on the front page, at the bottom

Oh Okay
I will be editing my story and form every now and then
So don't expect It will be the same until the code drop

[booklover789]

spaceunicornsoaringthroughthestars

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Basic information
Username:
booklover789

Kennel Number:
Seventy-four (74)

Why do You Want This Character?
Where Will You Use Her, and What Will You Use it For?
As I was scrolling through the kennels, these two pups caught my eye. They are just so sweet and adorable! I love both of their color schemes - the bright reds and dull greys, the startling silvers and the brick tones, and their original designs are really neat, too!
I would be using these characters here on CS and possibly on DA (though only for art on that site). I will mainly be getting art of them, but will also be writing about them, should I find the time in my busy schedule to do so. Should I win them, they shall have their own page on my Weebly character site.

Donator and Designer:
SabjeBammie

Every avenue in Tokyo
Is saying that I'm gonna make it.
It's offering the two of us a chance
And knows, oh, we're gonna take it.

All we need to do is lead us to the floor...
It'll detonate us.
We'll show 'em how the beat is cool into the chord...
Gotta celebrate us.

Woke up in another world,
Now we're on as sama girls,
Getting our kimono on,
Singing karaoke songs.

Eating sushi, drinking tea,
In the shade of maple trees,
Lotus flowers everywhere,
Breathing in exotic air.

The manga artists take a bow,
Anime's a total wow,
My imagination sparks,
When I'm in Yoyogi Park.

Could it be this distant land
Scrambled crossing upper plans?
Loving cosplay, gotta say,
Sayonara U.S.A.

Oh, oh, oh!
Made in Japan! Made in Japan!

Character information



Hex Codes:


Name:
Keala
kee-ALL-lah

Name Defintion and Language of Origin:
Path - Polynesian/Hawaiian

Nicknames:
Kea
Kee
Keal

Gender:
Cisgender Male


Species/Breed:
Canine

Sexuality:

Demi-Heteroromantic - One who may experience romantic attraction to someone of the opposite gender/sex after a strong emotional bond is formed.
Demi-Heterosexual - One who may experience sexual attraction to someone of the opposite gender/sex after a strong emotional bond is formed.
Aceflux - One whose level of sexual attraction fluctuates in intensity.

Monoamorous - One who has only one partner at a time.

Birthday and Birthstone:
March 15 - Aquamarine and Bloodstone

Favorites:
Reading Material
Book - Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales and Poems
Book Author - Edgar Allan Poe

Dates, Weather, Seasons, etc.
Day - Saturday
Month - December
Weather - Cold, icy, and snowy.
Season - Winter

Foods
Fruit - Bitter Melon
Vegetable - Amaranth
Roots/Tubers - Burdock and Beetroot
Flower - Artichoke

Other
Colors - Apple red, brick red, and dark grey.
Bird - Albino Crow
Insects - Rusty-tipped Page and European Peacock
Mammal - Golden-Agouti-and-Golden Cavy Guinea Pig
Marine Mammal - Sea Otter
Fish - Red Snapper
Plant - Southern-red Lily
Mineral - Acanthite
Precious Stone - Blood Stone

Personality:



Malleability
Lack of direction
Unexpected pain
Tangling others in your problems
Hopelessness
Restlessness
Feeling trapped
No where to go
Messiness
Confusion
Disorganization
Finding what you need in chaos

Likes:


Dislikes:


Theme Song:
Up, Up, and Away - Blush

Art:

Lines by pandora. and coloring/designing by SabjeBammie

Tell me what to say and lead me through the shadows.
Show me the escape; where you go I will follow.

I left behind all that I used to be so that you'd stay with me.
And you've become everything that I need for my sanity.

I'm falling apart piece by piece, two shards of what you have made me, but I've risen above all that I've become; turned from the pain I was trained to love.

I left behind all that I used to be..but this time, I did it for me.
And you were everything I needed to set me free...

If I cut the strings that held me hostage would fall and shatter?
If that's what it takes to breathe again would it even matter?

How can something so enticing have such awful side effects?
All the itching and the scratching from withdrawal keeps me out of check.
I am fixated on all of the things we were together...
But those are fragments that are better off lost.

And just how can something so enticing have such awful side effects?
All the itching and the scratching from withdrawal keeps me out of check.
I am fixated on all of the things we were together...
But those are fragments that are better off lost forever!

Character information



Hex Codes:


Name:
Halia
HAL-lee-ah

Name Definition and Place of Origin:
Memorial - Polynesian/Hawaiian

Nickname:
Hal

Gender:
Cisgender Female


Species/Breed:
Canine

Sexuality:

Demi-Heteroromantic - One who may experience romantic attraction to someone of the opposite gender/sex after a strong emotional bond is formed.
Lithsexual - One who experiences sexual attraction but does not want it reciprocated; attraction may fade when it is returned.

Monoamorous - One who has only one partner at a time.

Birthday and Birthstones:
March 15 - Aquamarine and Bloodstone

Favorites:
Reading Material
Book - A Dog's Life: Autobiography of a Stray
Book Author - Ann M. Martin

Dates, Weather, Seasons, etc.
Day - Saturday
Month - November
Weather - Chilly, but not cold.
Season - Fall

Foods
Fruit - Bitter Melon
Vegetable - Amaranth
Root/Tuber - Beetroot
Flower - Artichoke

Other
Colors - Black, white, and grey
Bird - Albino Peacock
Insects - Rusty-tipped Page and European Peacock
Mammal - Black-and-Tan Cavy Guinea Pig
Marine Mammal - Sea Otter
Fish - Red Snapper
Plant - Southern-red Lily
Mineral - Abelsonite
Precious Stone - Bloodstone

Personality:



Loss
Grieving
Letting go
Loneliness
Sadism
Cowardice
Fear of conflict
Cruelty
Care
Hurt
Sensitivity
Delicacy

Likes:


Dislikes:


Theme Song:
Up, Up, and Away - Blush

Art:

Lines by pandora. and coloring/designing by SabjeBammie




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History:

[ruberiot]

"A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one."
-Jojen Reed

Username:
Hello there, I'm jojen! I'm a huge nerd who loves the book series A Song of Ice and Fire. My username comes from the name of one of the characters, Jojen Reed. Closer to the top of this post is a quote from Jojen Reed. If you'd like to know more about me, feel free to check my previous post.
Kennel number:
This lovely wolf currently resides in kennel #48. c:
Why do you want this character? Where will you use it, and what will you use it for?:
I could go on for quite some time as to why I want this handsome man, but I'll try to shorten it.
To start things off, I fell in love with the vibrant shade of yellow his bandanna is. My favorite color is yellow, and I love the brighter shades. I also love his simple design that is both easy and pretty, as I often have trouble finding characters I like and can redraw the design for art pieces, and this guy stands out to me for those reasons. I also have a rather long, elaborate personality and history for him, so that's a bonus (for me, anyway.) He'll also be used in my stories, as this summer I will not be going to any camps, so I will have plenty of free time to draw and write. He will be amazing to practice my art with. He will also get art ordered of him.
This lovely boy will be used mainly here on CS, but when I get a character page on another website he will definitely be going on there. He will also be used on DeviantArt, but almost entirely for art pieces.


Name: Should I win him, this wolf will be named Jojen.

Gender: Jojen is male.

Age: He is around 17 in human years.

Species: Wolf

Personality:


Jojen can often not tell if his ability to intimidate others so easily is amusing or frightening. He is sometimes terrified of how angry he can get over the simplest of things and the fact that nearly everyone he has ever come across often times flees the perimeter. He is full of quick wits that have, on more than one occasion, saved him. One of the few things Jojen admires about himself is his courage. He's rarely scared, and even then the things that frighten him must be very serious.
This wolf is extremely aggressive, for the hard ways of life have shaped him into a cold, seemingly heartless figure. He refuses to trust anyone for fear of betrayal or abandonment. He has very few allies, and even then he rarely ever speaks to them; or more so they rarely communicate with him.
Many say he's bipolar, for it seems as though he can be humming happily and going about his business, the next in a murderous rage. No one is fond of him these days, for the happy and cheerful little wolf they grew up knowing was locked away into the depths of the unknown the day his father changed and he abandoned his home.
He is very reclusive, never staying near civilization for more than a week at a time, and even then a whole week is extremely long for him. He prefers to live off the land, only taking the life of something he needs and using every bit of it that he can. Although he may come off as an arrogant brat, he's really not very picky and will take what he gets. He is rather fond of the motto "Life is like a box of chocolates- you never know what you're going to get."
Jojen is not optimistic, but more of a pessimist. Although he hates it, he can never seem to stop himself from saying something negative, no matter the situation. There have only been a few times in his life in which he has said something positive to a complete stranger, but those days are gone- unless he manages to find a stranger who will actually try to get to know the grey-furred wolf better. Jojen also loves to adventure, and many say he might make a good pillager- if he were to open up a little more and become willing to do something along the lines of that.
Although he seems like an extremely unpleasant guy, Jojen someday hopes to find a friend- a true companion.



History:
A dark-furred wolf glanced down at the weathered map before him, its edges crumpled and torn from hard use. The parchment it was printed on was a faded yellow, its scent musty and old. The canine's brow was furrowed as he bit down on his lip. His partner, a pale tan wolf with fierce yellow eyes, wore the same mask of concentration. Their quiet contemplating was suddenly interrupted by the squeals of a youngster- young Jojen, the dark wolf's son. He burst into the room, breathless with excitement; as he did so, his father started violently and nearly toppled from his seat. "Dad! Dad! Gus says we're gonna go on a journey by ship!" His chocolate eyes glinted. His father winced at his screams and squeezed his eyelids shut. "Yes, my son. We shall." His son grinned wider and wheeled and danced from the room, tail swishing slightly.
Ever since his son had come into the world, his father, Sir Aiken, the commander of the ship The Bluesong, seemed troubled and had little time for fun. The happy-go-lucky wolf that was full of jokes and tricks was gone, replaced by a hardened humorless shell.
The tan wolf glanced at her captain. "Sir, are you all right?" she inquired, voice laced with concern.
"I am fine, Aislin." he replied, an immense sigh following his weary words.
"Okay," the wolf responded, but the note in her voice hinted that she didn't believe his words. "Sir, what will you do with the boy once we arrive at our destination?"
The other wolf's eyes fluttered opened. "I have decided that he will come with me. I will try my best to calm his wild manner, but I am not so sure if I shall be able to. For now, I have sent another dog, a wolfdog, to teach him to be calm. I can only hope he will obey her."

After 4 weeks, the dog Aiken had sent had been unable to stop Jojen's loud outbursts. Three days before the ship was to sail for Wyntersong, she rushed up to him. "Sir, I cannot calm the boy. All my efforts have been in vain." The dark wolf did not look pleased. He bared his fangs in a snarl as he growled his son's name. Jojen trotted sheepishly up to him.
"She tells me you are still a disobedient little creature." His father's eyes blazed, and Jojen was suddenly filled with terror unlike any he'd felt before. He suddenly turned tail and scampered away as fast as his small paws would carry him. His father let out a snarl and gave chase, but to no avail. Jojen's small, ample frame could easily fit into small spaces, places a wolf like Aiken could not venture to. He gave up in disgusted anger and angrily called his second in command to his side. "Alexander, make arrangements for the ship to visit a certain island." He then rapidly whispered the title of the island to his second, making sure he knew exactly what his orders were. Alexander nodded reluctantly. Aiken was being too cruel, he knew, but to challenge him would be asking for death. "Yes sir." he responded softly, wheeling and trotting off. Aiken huffed and stalked off, still upset, to find his son.

He found the tiny, tattered frame of his son huddled in his bedchamber. Aiken fought off a grin as a plan slipped into his mind. "Jojen, I'm sorry." he cooed, smiling secretly to himself. Jojen's eyes stared back at him from the depths of darkness, but he made no response to the words. "Why don't you come out," he said. It was a command, not a question.
But Jojen was no fool.
Be calm, he told himself. You're smarter than him. Jojen's right paw shot to the yellow bandanna looped about his neck, seeming to draw courage from it. "Okay," he forced himself to mutter, drawing in a deep breath. He emerged from his hiding spot, creeping towards his father. On the count of three. "Yes father?" Three...
"I have been told you were a very bad pup." Two...
"By who?" One...
"By-" Now!
Jojen bolted for the door, stumbling on his own paw.
"Why you little-" He was out the doorway and starting down the hallway before his father finished his sentence. As he ran down the passageway, his black nails clacked loudly on the cold stone of the floor. His heart hammered from anxiousness, though he was not breathing heavily.
As he reached the grand staircase, he heard the loud, clumsy footsteps of his father ringing out behind him. For a split second the wolf was tempted to wheel about and blow a raspberry, but that would take too long and he would not dare risk being caught. He began the descent, taking the stairs three at a time, noting smugly that he was faster than his father could ever hope to be at his age. Reaching the main floor, Jojen paid no heed to the serving maids in the hallway as he dashed madly past them, sending a platter of meat to the red of the carpet and a flagon of wintermint tea crashing to the floor. Take that!
"Stop him!" his father howled, Aiken's breath coming in harsh rasps. One of the sentries lunged toward Jojen, but he easily dodged and continued his dash. The door was in view, only several pawsteps away.... Horror filled Jojen as he tripped and toppled to the floor, his paw entangled in the grip of a sentry. "Stupid smug brat." he snarled. "I'll see to it that you get the worst punishment." His chocolate brown eyes widened in terror when an idea hit him.
"Sir, my dad and I were only playing a game." he said innocently, smiling sweetly. "He's playing the angry elder." The fool of a sentry believed him.
"Oh, my apologies." He released the wolf who resumed his dash, surprise that his father had not caught up with him. A quick glance behind him showed that his father had stumbled on the final stair and was currently trying to stand- on a twisted ankle. He felt gratitude rush through him as he slipped out the door and into the wilderness- never to see the face of Aiken the captain, his cruel father, again. Though that day Jojen the happy and carefree pup vanished, to be replaced by the current Jojen-- who still longs for adventure on occasions.

Likes:
-The wilderness
-Going on long walks, hikes, or runs
-The smell of the sea
-The night
-Being alone
-Being left by himself
-Being independent
-Being self dependent
-Reading old books
-Creating maps of his own
-Living off the land
-The summertime
-His bandanna

Dislikes:
-The cold
-Winter
-His father
-Wintermint tea, as it reminds him of home, the place he hates the most
-Memories of his father
-Nightmares that involved his father
-Youngsters
-Stuck-up animals
-Other animals in general (In most cases)
-Clowns

Favorites:
Book- Although it is a fairly easy read, Jojen is rather fond of the book My Side of the Mountain by Jean Craighead George.
Color- Yellow
Tree- Aspen
Bird- Peregrine falcon
Month- July
Flower- Forget-me-nots
Number- 13
Food- Roast deer meat
Fruit- Apple
Mammal- Deer
Plant- Tie between the Venus flytrap and the pitcher plant.
Insect- Ladybug
Constellation- Orion
Mythological animal- Phoenix
Mineral- Andalusite
Gemstone- Sapphire
Arachnid- Black scorpion
Time of day- The black of night; not extremely late, like 1 AM, but late enough that the stars have come out


Fears:
His father discovering where he ran away to.
Jojen is deathly terrified that his father will discover his hideaway and in his rage will somehow end up taking Jojen's life.

His father.
Even as a pup, Jojen was terrified of his father. His father was the reason his mother left them, and Jojen often wonders why he was not allowed to go with his mother instead of staying with his "scary" father.

Fire.
As a pup, Jojen hated fire and was nervous about it burning his home down.

Clowns.
Jojen is deathly afraid of clowns. (I am too!)
After all, who likes a person who hides their identity and paints their face in the most creeptastic manner?

Theme Song:
The Phoenix- Fall Out Boy





Extras:
Art:
By me

spaceunicornsoaringthroughthestars
The grey text is from veer.com.

[SabrinaB]

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[ruberiot]

Username: jojen
Link to form: Here (I do realize it is far from finished, I want to know if I am on the right track or not.)
How harsh should we be? Go crazy
Who do you want to look at your form? Whoever would like to, I have no preference.
deliveringtherainbowsallaroundtheworld

[seasee3]

Ananta

I Want To Adopt!
Username: seasee3
Kennel number: 102
Name: Ananta
Gender: female
Breed: corgi (dog)
Why do you want this character & What will you do with it: There are plans to breed her with another potential adoptee, role playing and stories are the other two things I would use her for. The turquoise "H" on her side made me think of her as an unique dog. Her name did not realy fit any personality that I could come up with, so I changed it to Ananta. Ananta means forever, to me she is a character that's strengths will shine through and her love with last forever.
Personality: Ananta is a very quite, sweet, motherly type. Volunteering at the local day care brings her great joy, seeing all those faces smiling and happy without a concern in the world. Worrying is a pastime that no human or animal could break, every time a ambulance goes by, or something happens on the news she worries to no end. Unlike all her bold friends Ananta tends to shy away from loud parties and games of truth and dare. This attitude towards life changes after she looses some on special, she becomes drawn back and hesitant. After that life altering experience she has questions about her self and her abilities to look after children. She must learn to over come these challenges and persevere through life.
History/Background (most important part of the form):
Finishing her shift at the local day care, Ananta heads home along the rarely traveled road, it is very scenic. As she walks passed the Lilly pond she thinks of the party her friends are going to tonight, a birthday party at their favorite club. As much as she liked celebrating other animals accomplishments, such as how old they are, tonight she wanted to study for her daycare licence. Ananta loves children and every thing about them but, she never wants to get married. Allowing her mind to wonder she thinks of all the happy couples she sees around town, no she did not want that, she never wanted to be that close to any one. Although her plan in life to have no mate may seem the opposite of her love of children, she knows she could spend her life helping other couples with their children. On her arrival home Ananta discovers her mother and father, who she still lives with, had left a pile of dishes for her to do while they go on their 2nd honey moon. Laughing and singing she put on her old brown and cherry apron to do the dishes. The pattern on the old dishes of daisies and marigolds made her think of her late grandmother. Her grandmother had been a nanny for some of the richest families in the town, she gave most of her well earned pay away to help community projects. In her last days she requested that they try to save as much money as they could at her funeral, so the rest could be donated to the playground fund. One of those cost cutting measures was that they would use china dishes instead of paper, on of those dishes just happens to be the one she is washing now. Her grandmother was her hero, never married, her mother was an out of wedlock child. Yet her grandmother was always around children. Having finished the dishes Ananta settled in for a long night of studding when her phone rang, it was her friend Amber. Amber was a wild crazy party girl, every party there was she was at. Now Amber may not sound like the type of person Ananta would be friends with, but Ananta often takes care of Amber's little boy Thomas. Amber wanted Ananta to come to the birthday party at Amber's favourite club. Not wanting to go to the party she offers to look of after Thomas instead, no luck though Thomas' Grandma was looking after him. Finally after twenty minutes Amber won and Ananta agrees to come to the party.
At the party there are large balloons every where, as Ananta steps in she is hit by one. Shaking her her self off she heads to the quietest corner she could find. Unluckily for her a group of rowdy boys come over her way.
"Girl, you wanna play a game of truth and dare with us men". Said an boy, their leader of about 16.
Politely she told them no. They continued to pester her anyway, finally she gave in.
To the leading boy she said "truth or dare". Back and forth they went.
At 10:30 or so Ananta decided to go home, she had to go to work early in the morning. At home Ananta slipped on her favorite yellow slippers and through on her blue house coat to read her book before she went to sleep. After a long restful sleep of dreaming about children she got up. Opening the old wooden door bedroom, Ananta gracefully walked to the shower. Unlike most animals she loved taking cold showers. As a young child she was always the last to have a bath or shower so while her siblings had steamy hot water, she was lucky if she got a full bath tub of lukewarm water, so she started to take cold showers. After a cool shower and quick makeup and hair prep, she went into her flowery yellow and blue kitchen. Using one of her few hidden talents Ananta makes an egg with the impression of a smiley face on it. Letting the egg cool down she headed outside to collect today's newspaper.
Her neighbor Bella calls to her "how are you?"
"Good, you?" Ananta calls back.
"Good, looking forwards to the weekend" Replies Bella. Bella run a club so the weekend means more money, especially since to day was pay day. Heading inside she sits down to enjoy breakfast and look through the newspaper. Slyly she turned the page to the gossip column, one of her secret indulges. The columnist wrote of a couple one deer one fox that may have had a secret litter, because inter species relationships are look down upon, so any offspring would have been hidden. Laughing at the absurd notion Ananta finishes off her breakfast. Heading off to work she thinks of the children she may never have.
Arriving at work Ananta, double checks to make sure they have all the supplies for today's craft, kites. "Glue, scissors, dowels, paint..."she speaks to herself. At 8 o'clock sharp she heads outside to collect all the children. Once inside and through the morning routine, Ananta tells the children "you each will need four sheets of paper, and two sticks. Each table will need one stick of glue and a pair of scissors. Come and get them."
Thomas Amber's son asks Ananta "How do you attach the paper?"
"Here let me help you... See here, put some glue there..." She tells him in response.
After she said good bye to the last of the students, Ananta locks up and waters the cactus.
Walking home along the dirt trail, she mostly spent her time looking at the magnificent northern lights and the super moon. But a small cry of pain caught her attention. Looking along the path she hoped to spot what ever creature needed her help.
Seeing there is no creature on the path she starts to look farther in, she can just make out a streak of golden brown fur. Hurrying over hoping it was still alive, she picked up the creature. It was barely alive, she could just make out it's tiny breath, in and out, in and out.
Hoping to save this babes life Ananta rushes home. Using her forearm she clears the kitchen table with ease. Laying down the animal she begins looking for herbs that would help the child.
Hours passed the little one was not much better, their little breath could hardly be heard. Knowing that she would have to stay home all day with it, Ananta calls work and asks "Can I please have today off I am not feeling well?" The lie was because this babe was a mixed creature, looked down at only because the child's parents had been two different species. Her boss lets her, after all this is only the third sick day since she started.
When the realization that this creature was mixed set in she began to wonder if what the gossip column said might be true.
Hours later at night fall the child has taken a turn for the worst. "Stay with me little one, you are safe. Fight the pain" pleads Ananta.
Another frightening hour passes. Thinking to herself out loud "it will be gone in seconds, what can I do to make it pull through? Name it." Ananta hopes to save the little one.
"Little one who is strong and brave I give you the name Tove. Tove let this be the name you carry from birth to death, the one that is carved upon you head stone. Let that be many years form now." Cries Ananta. This will not do, in a last ditch effort she hugs the babe, hoping all the love she can give will keep it on this earth. Unable to stay here any more Tove takes a finial breath and leaves the earth behind.
Crying in rage and sorrow over Tove's death Ananta does not move of the rest of the night and all of the next day.
When she finally is able to move, Ananta picks up the phone to call the medical department, when she remembers the gossip column page. Not a single animal would care about the babes death, only who it's parents were. They would not condemn the abandonment, but jeer the child's parents and their love. No she would not call them, she decided. Rapping the baby in the finest cloth she owns, and getting a shovel she heads to the place she found the babe.
Digging deep into the soil she finds a bigger rock, that is perfectly shaped and of out standing beauty. Looking at the bundle rapped in cloth Ananta knows that this rock was meant as a head stone for Tove. Placing beautiful blue and purple flowers alongside Tove in the grave, she weeps. Throwing that first shovel load of black earth onto the body of Tove is the hardest part for her, knowing that he is gone forever. Using a small kitchen knife Ananta carves
" Here lies Tove, a young orphan loved and cared for to the end."
"A life that had only began was lost today."
Once again she found the prettiest flowers and placed them around the grave in the most carrying, and loving manner.
Walking away from Tove's grave Ananta knows that something in her life had just been changed forever.
Extra: Link to the guys adoption fourm viewtopic.php?f=58&t=1379673&start=3720

The line art was free, link: http://tuketi.deviantart.com/art/Free-L ... -202219877


Glotrout

Username: seasee3
Kennel number: 79
Why do you want this character? I look at this character and seen great potential, however he is not going to reach his limits in a kennel. Truly there is no better way for him to live life then to be role played and used in stories. There are so many dog, cat, and horse characters out there, that I realy never thought that I would get a fish or other species. When I seen this guy I knew from the moment I looked at him that he was an individual creature, that very few people would want him, but I did.
Where will you use it, and what will you use it for? While I will use him as a mail carrier in a town run by animals. But who knows things might change.

Name: Glotrout
Nickname: Glen
Gender: male
Personality: A rather friendly fish, who likes to keep up on all the gossip. Glen will always spend an extra moment to help out, wether it be home work, gardening, or snow shovelling. Now sure he has his pit falls, such as always complaining to the mayor that she needs to change the air in his water system (more in the history), or about the city hall needing a new paint job, of course he would help. He is one of those fellows that every one likes, easy to talk to even if you hardly knew him. He is single but all the older ladies are trying to find him a wife. None of the younger girls mind this, they all agree he would be a quite a catch. Glen is not ready for the responsibilities of be a husband or father, yet, but that day will come.
History: (from the point of Glen) I opened my eyes to look at this strange new world, all around me stood stick like beings draped in white. One of those things spoke, it was so loud my little ears rang. I Swam around to the other side of my cage, there was another fish like me. This other fish was, green in the gills, red around the fins and purple and blue in the body. It took three big gulps of water, then it's black eyes bulged,rolled in its head. The white covered beings plucked it out of the water before it could float to the surface. (Weeks later) I am naming things, white covered stick beings are Walkers, where I live is called Walled-water and what I eat are pellets. (glass shakes) oh no, every thing is trembling. My walled water shatters I am thrown onto the floor. Bits of it dig into my scales. Glancing at my cage I see a sicker with the word "glotrout-glen", is that my name? I see black, all around me things are bumping into me, I am so scared. All around me I feel water again, faster like a current, I know what to do in a current. Gently moving my fins I propel forwards.
(Later) All around me are fish that have the same body as me, but they look so plane. I could join them or I could swim the other way. If I were to join them maybe I could belong, I will join them. I swim over to some boys who look my age, and ask if I can swim with them. They say "ask the big boss, the one with only part of his flipper left".
Swimming thought this mass of trout I see the big boss. I want to go straight up and talk to him, but I wait a minute to make sure that this is what I want, it is. Turing around to look at me is the biggest, meanest fish ever, almost three times my size, with scares and torn fins every were. Slowly I find my voice "sir my I please join your school?"
Grunting he asks "why should I let you, punk".
I close my eyes and think about my self why should I be aloud to join. "Sir I am very smart and know all the streams around here."
Laughing he says "your just another mouth to feed, but you may stay".
"Thank you sir, you will never regret this move".
He just smiles at me, with his large teeth that could chomp me up.
I go back to the boys who helped me find big boss. "Hello my name is glen, who might you be?" I introduce myself.
The boys give me blank stares, saying "who do you think you are coming here and taking our food?"
I whisper "sorry" and leave.
Things went on like this for many months always getting worse, I must make a choice it is the time when food is little and many fish freeze to death. Behind me comes the leader of the boys I met on my first day, yelling "you better get out of here, or we will eat you one day". Not for a second do I believe that they would eat me, but kill me? Yes. I must leave now, and there is not a single fish is the school who will miss me. I take a small stream that I almost do not fit through, I wonder where it will take me.

(Years later) This stream has led me to a small town were a young dog has helped me to assimilate in. I am going to a town meeting to see if the good citizens form around her would be willing to put in water tubes to I can deliver their mail. Over their to my left is the mayor, the completely oppose the tubes, while on my right the councilman who want to see them built. The mayor is just one of those people I never got along with, to strict and unwilling, she almost said no to having this meeting by the river because it was not in the town hall. If I where to become the mail man, I would be the first, what a honour. The mayor bangs the hammer down, will she choose to let me stay here and become a true fish, or make me an out cast forever?
Likes: routine tasks, and helping people out.
Dislikes: rule following to the point of harm for the harm, and persnickety people.
Extra:




SweetmotherofAbrahamLincoln

Revamps
kennel #99

[Snowtater]

Basic information

Username: Snowtater, I came up with it after I saw my dog Tater playing in the snow for the first time when he was a puppy and ever since then all my usernames have been snowtater because combined they are my two favorite things snow and Tater

Kennel number: 71

Why do you want this character? I want this character because it reminds me of an angel somewhat except green and the green reminds me of nature and nature is beautiful. I kinda wanted this character because of my old dog (not tater). Neo was with me since I was born so when he died I started to think of him as an angel. But whenever I thought of him as an angel he was always in a tree or playing in grass. (I know my imagination is weird)
But when I saw this character it reminded me of Neo. Another reason I want this character is because it reminds me of nature and all the wonderful and unique things that happen in nature.

Where will you use it, and what will you use it for? I wouldn't actually use this character anywhere but if I do get it I would draw this character whenever I could. I would practice drawing her everyday till I got everything perfect. (To be honest I'm horrible at drawing wings at the moment.) If I were to use it somewhere however I would probably use it on deviantart (I barely ever go on deviantart). Most of my art would be traditional so I really would have no need to put it on any sites I guess.

Character information
Name: Maha (pronounced Ma-ha) I don't know why I would name her that it just sounds like something I would see her being called.

Gender: Female

Personality: She's outgoing like say you were at a park Maha would go up to a random dog and instantly become friends with that dog. She's one of those dogs that no matter how much you hear others talk about her they have nothing rude to say about her. She loves caring for others whether it's babysitting pups or helping the elderly pets it makes no difference to her. She listens to everybody's ideas and tries to make everyone be heard. She's pretty much a natural leader that everybody loves.

History: As a pup she was born in the wild, she lived in a den and was always told by her parents to never leave the den. One day however she stepped outside to find a funny man with a long white lab coat standing outside her den. The man picked her up and shoved her into a small wire cage. She tried calling to her parents for help but they were too far away to hear her cries for help.
The man walked to a huge white van and she was shoved into the backseat. Everything went dark as the engine started and her cage slid to the back of the van. The van stopped with a loud screech and a flash of light blinded her. She was furious growling and snarling she tried biting through the wire cage but the wire was too strong. She was brought into a room full of more humans in white lab coats.

That was the last she saw before they shoved something down her throat making her pass out. She woke up once she could've sworn she was dreaming though because her once brown and white paws were now green! She decided to fall asleep again just to make sure she was dreaming.

This is all a dream she thought to herself. She woke up to people cheering happily. Surprised she jumped but what was even more surprising was that she was hovering off the ground. Her fur it was green! Oh no she thought it wasn't a dream the humans actually did something to me!

Angrily she flew at the first person she saw and bit the human's fingers he let out a yelp of pain. Satisfied she went on and attacked the rest of the humans. The humans however were smarter and had managed to get her into a cage.

The next day she had woken up in the forest. She looked down in disbelief to find her fur was still green!

Likes, dislikes: Likes: feeling wanted, other animals, feeling important, making friends, making others feel important, flying
Dislikes: humans, fighting, being aggressive towards others

Extras: I wish everybody else goodluck with their forms I guess?

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