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[Savage Shepherd]

Username; Hawke.

Kennel Numbers; #32 & #131

Use: When I first saw these two, I thought that they would go perfectly together. Also, i'm just a sucker for dark grey designs. I would use these two boys for many things. First off, of course I would use them in role plays. More likely then not, they will be used in private role plays with my friends over Skype or CS, but I might use these two on the SCAA role play fourms as well. I believe that I can develop these two and their personalities through role playing, and would love to have them in my family of characters. I would also do art of these two and possibly order some as well. c:

Names: #32; Moonshine; Moonshine is a type of illegally homemade alcohol that is usually made with corn.

#131; Vodka; Vodka is also a type alcohol, made of water and ethanol, and is sometimes flavored.

Gender: Male

Species and/or specific breed: Canine & Raccoon Mix

Personalities: Moonshine is the more mischievous of the duo, and is always getting into trouble. He isn't afraid to speak his mind, and usually has to speak his brothers' for him as well. Because of these two factors, he often gets himself into unnecessary fights with others, not that they're not wanted by the individual. When he isn't causing havoc or trying to get himself killed, he can be quite the charmer. He loves to please others, but also enjoys teasing them and making them blush at times as well, including his brother. The male is also pretty protective and doesn't like others poking fun at the ones he cares about.

Vodka is timid and usually lets his brother do the talking. Others that don't know him very well tend to poke fun at him for being so socially awkward, but if he does work up the courage to speak to others he's very polite and he definitely knows how to use his please and thank yous. It takes a while for him to get comfortable with someone new, but if you can gain his trust, he'll surely open up and be more comfortable with the individual. He doesn't really like trying new things and is more a routine kind of guy.

History/Background:
Moonshine and Vodka were born to a loving mother and father, with four pups in their littler including themselves. Moonshine was the runt of the littler, while Vodka was the

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[Jiloon]

Username~
My name is Jiloon.

Kennel Number~
The kennel number that I wish to adopt from is number 93.

Use~
I will be using Ava as a main character in a roleplay I am formulating and brainstorming, soon to be on the forums. I will be creating and ordering a lot of art of this precious gal, as well as just loving her and pampering her. Developing an intricate backstory that fits in with some of my other equine characters.

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Name~
My name is Ava. Short and sweet.

Gender~
Excuse me, but I am a mare! You should be able to tell...

Age~
I am just over four years old, so I'm young and strong but fairly mature.

Species and/or specific breed~
I am proud to be a Phyraex, which is becoming a very rare species.

Personality~
I like to let others assess my personality based on the way I talk, and my history and reactions. They should speak for themselves, and this way I won't be lying to you.

History/Background~
I don't usually like to say anything about my history, but here goes.

I was born sometime in spring, like most other foals! I was nothing special, just romping around. I met a few foals, some became friends and others not so much. A few died, a few thrived, a few I still know. My mother was sweet, in some ways, but really curt and firm in others. She would let me explore as far as I wanted, and as long as I wanted; as long as I came back to the band before sundown. This was hard for me to oblige to, but the consequences were definitely worse than the annoyance of not getting to stay out for days.

Oh I guess I know one thing that was a little odd. There was no band stallion, we had no protector, although we did just fine if you ask me. My father, if I had one, had been left behind when he got an injury in a quicksand hole. Apparently some mares or foals got stuck to, but I can just vaguely remember any of them so I don't really care. So, kind of obviously, I stayed in the herd for a longer time than I probably should have. My mother said that usually I would have been kicked out by now, but there was no stallion in the herd so it didn't matter. I didn't understand at the time.

Then of course things changed. I was introduced to humans, and that was just a flurry of fun! Oh wait, no it wasn't. It was more like hell on earth. We were all pushed into a tiny space by a huge flying thing that made a ton of noise. It scared me, but I wasn't totally freaking out like so many around me. Everyone was scrambling to get out, and I could see out into the free plains where we had been grazing peacefully only moments before. But nobody was going for it. So I pushed my way to the front, or back, whichever; and I found why. Apparently there were dead trees, oddly shaped and carefully lain, so that nobody could get out. Some of the mares were in hysterics, throwing their bodies against the barrier with white eyes and foamy necks. I ended up getting my head stuck. It was embarrassing.

Anyways, eventually these weird creatures that strutted around on two legs came up to the dead-tree barrier and were looking at all of us. They spoke in some odd language, one that consisted of varying tones and different sounds, and many gestures with flailing limbs. I didn't understand what they were, but with my head jammed in the stupid logs I pricked my ears. They both looked straight at me and I tried to back away, but I was stuck. One of them started walking over and I panicked a little, which wasn't a hard thing to do. However, the creature stopped when it noticed me struggling, and so I stopped and kind of tilted my head. What was it doing? It came closer, and it was speaking in its native tongue, one that I found sort of relaxing. But then it touched my head.

I had been in a little trance of curiosity of these things that walked on two legs, but the moment that one touched me I lashed out and bit at it.. And got my leg stuck too... So there I was, at the mercy of the odd beast and the insane mares that were floundering. Rather than trying to prevent it, I relaxed my muscles to accept my fate of destruction. But then a magical thing happened. Instead of killing me, or even hurting me, the creature started stroking my neck in the way that my mother's tongue used to caress it. I looked at him inquisitively and he reached down, took hold of my leg, and freed it. I was very confused, and surprised, but still wary. He, I had named it a male, then took the end of my muzzle and twisted slightly. I twisted my head with it, and then he gently pushed back. My head was freed and my whole being was back inside of the trap, and I stood a little dazed. It just curved its mouth up in what I would learn was a human smile, and walked back to its companion.

I didn't understand what overtook me, but I whinnied to it. The steadiness and strength of my own voice surprised me as I called to the weird being, but it turned and raised one of its limbs and shook it in my direction. I felt that this was a sign of friendship and trust, and I shall never forget it.

Anyways, after all of that then everyone was separated into several groups, and I lost my mother. We were forced into small shining things, and they stunk. They reeked of terror and fright, a lot of horse sweat and manure. I called out multiple times, trying to hear a familiar voice but I couldn't even hear myself over a distant but close roar. Then the floor beneath me moved, and I noticed that I was moving, but without walking forward. I kept whinnying for a while, but then quieted down when I realized it was futile. The rocking motion exhausted me, and I would have lain down, except that I was fearful of the others trampling me. I just kept thinking about the open range, and the weird creature. I would soon know them as humans, and the beings that I would depend on for life, but I didn't know that yet. All I knew was that I was in my fourth year, I was far away from my home, I wasn't scared of the weird two-leggeds.. And I couldn't communicate with my mother.

When we finally lurched to a stop, everyone was unloaded and I wobbled down onto an expanse of green lush stuff. I had never seen anything like it, and the closest thing it related to in my world was the dry grasses that we grazed on. I tried some, but it was so much better. Some of the other mares that were calmer were chewing it mindlessly, but I was ripping it up clump by clump. I then remembered my mother and tried calling for her, maybe I heard her far away, but it was hard to tell. But she had lost interest in me two years ago when she gave birth to another foal, so whatever. I just kept eating a looking around, making my way around the area we were confined to. This time the things that blocked us were white, and very hard. They had the same sharp smell as the small box we had been transported in, and I defined it as altered rock.

Soon however, many of us were herded into a smaller ring, and then separated out. I freaked and starting lunging around the area, but I calmed down eventually. Going back to munching, I heard the roar of sounds, that weird language, and some other sighing sounds. Many other horses, not even those from my herd, were panicking greatly. I touched noses with an older male though, although he didn't have the essence of a stallion like colts in my herd did. He seemed.. calmer, happier, more content and relaxed. Just as I was starting to really get to know him, a creature stepped into my pen and started flinging around its appendages. I got the message very clearly; move. I turned and trotted through a tunnel that had magically appeared, and it led into a very dry and dusty place. It was infested with the two leggeds, who the calmer male had said were called humans. I stood in the middle until one of them started casually flagging for me to move, and so I did. I trotted and galloped, I even flung in a few crowhops. The crowd of humans seemed pushed on by this, as I heard individuals call louder than the others, and these were rapid and at different tones from other sides of my area. There was also this long bubbling voice that went on continuously, and just as I was starting to poke my nose around at different humans, it rang out clearly and very definitively. I spooked a little and knocked the barrier that I was standing by, also pushing a younger and smaller human into the crowd.

A few male humans came into the arena, somehow squeezing their bodies through the small spaces in the large barrier. I perked my ears and stood my ground, but then I saw that they were carrying long swaying things, that looked suspiciously like dead snakes.. I snorted fearfully and bolted. One jumped from the rest of the pack and flung its appendages around in the air, which spooked me away and so I turned and started trotting. Another one jumped out, and then they all seemed to come towards me at once. Several of them put the long snake-like things around my neck, while others held onto my strong young body with all of their strength. I know that I kicked one, and so I was triumphant, but with the others they finally forced one of the long swaying things onto my face. Once they all got off of me, they tried to drag me using this thing, but at first I totally rejected them. If they wanted me to move, and intuition told me they wanted me back in a small dark box, then they would have to kill me. A large human brought in another long thing, but it moved slightly different.

They waved the slimmer black object around for a few seconds, and then moved it harshly and made it roar. A loud crack rang through the air, and I leaped forward. Frightened and alarmed, I bolted towards the tunnel which had, once again, magically appeared. The human let go of my rope but still ran behind me, making large sounds with his mouth, which spurred me on. Eventually I saw the large box, just like I had thought, and I skidded to a stop. The area was to small to really turn around in, but that doesn't mean that I didn't try. I kicked out savagely at the muddy white sides, screaming for somebody, anybody, to help me. Nobody replied though, and the man touched my flank with a stick. I kicked out at him because of surprise and anger, but then, almost to prove him wrong, I walked calmly into the box to lie down. It stank, but I looked out at him with level eyes and snorted. I raised my lip at him, and held it until the last wall closed.

Inwardly proud, I tried to stand, but the box lurched forward. I had started moving, away from everyone else, including my mother. I was a little sad and I missed her, but I was also excited. Wherever I went, I hoped I could get freedom. Although, its possible that maybe that one human male that had helped me might have taken me! Well there's always room for wishful thinking, but the lurching of the trailer made that fairly impossible. We once came to a sheer stop, and I didn't realize it for a moments, I was so dizzy. But when I did, I lurched myself up and standing. My legs were shaky, but i locked them and the ride was much easier from then on.

I stuck my head out of a small gap in the wall, well my muzzle got out there and I could see other things. We were passing my huge metallic beasts that frightened me at first, but I eventually got used to. We also passed by a whole different scenery on the other side, one of tall shimmering things and scenery. I longed to be out in the beautiful flatlands that I could see, but the box did not seem permitting that.

Eventually we came to one final stop, which was surprisingly smooth. We also moved the other way, something that I didn't know the box could do, and something I hadn't anticipated. I almost fell, but kept a good standing position. I heard something slam, and then rock crunching on itself. Definitely footsteps. A squeak came from the wall that moved, and then it started to fling open. I shied away and blinked my eyes at the bright light, but when my eyes did adjust I saw something new. A female human, and she was talking to me in her own language, which sounded much like the cooing of a dove. I trudged out, and when I passed her I kicked out and ran. I didn't get very far though, and the area was circular, again. I ran around a bit, although it was futile. I couldn't escape. I looked back at her, and she was just very calm. She kept up that cooing sound and brought into my pen a large thing that was a bright color, and smelled of water. She also brought in bunches and bunches of green stuff, which smelled like older drier food. Once she was outside, and not coming back in, I mozied over to the odd objects and sniffed them. I was scared of the water at first, since it was in a brightly colored protective piece, so I pinned my ears and bit at it.

I kept biting at the weird object until I was certain it wouldn't attack me, and then cautiously lowered my head to drink. At first I only took small sips, but then my thirst kicked in and I drank in long pulling gulps. That relieved, I sniffed at the dried food and pushed it around, but it didn't appeal that much. Tentatively, I took a few strands in my mouth and chewed. It wasn't grass, not even the dried grass that turned golden out on the range, but it was food. I noticed that the human was still standing there and I looked at her warily, undecided as to whether I should pin my ears at her, or prick them towards her. She just stood there, unmoving as I ate my fill. I then wandered around the pen, looking at anything and everything except her. I was a little scared after what had happened at the noisy and bustling place I had been only hours before. However, the memory of the man who had helped me when I was first captured was still fresh in my mind.

Huffing out a cloud of air, I finally walk over to her and extend my nose, just to smell her. Her mouth curls upwards, and she shows her teeth, but it doesn't seem threatening. I sniffed her all over, from her head which was covered in long hair, all the way to her hooves. Which actually seemed more like paws, except that they were covered with some weird material. Letting out a sigh, I contentedly walk back to the middle and lie down, keeping an eye on the female human. I didn't know it at the time, but I had just met my lifelong partner, the one who would provide me with everything I needed, including love.

Likes/dislikes~
I love freedom and fresh growing grass. I hate predators and droughts. Kind of simple right? I love things that benefit me, and hate or dislike things that bring me down.

Song~
My song is "One Song Glory". A lot of it relates to me, and sometimes I feel like it defines me.

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[Anonymous Hyena]

I will give you paisley's image tomorrow

[AngelsRuin]

Username: Larkspur
Name: Unnamed
Gender: Female
Breed/Species: Canine
Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
No major design changes
You may change the gender/name
Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: Lines by Satamoru, design by me

Above- By Smitty.
Main Reference- Lines by Kadbury; Colored by TigressJaguiar.

Username: Demzee

Name: Lapis

Gender: Female

Breed/Species: Canine

Preferences and Requirements for adoption:
-Gender and name are changeable.
-Keep as a canine of some sort.
-No design changes; small accessories add-ons are okay.
-Please return here (the SCAA) if no longer wanted.

Lineart Link, design credits, etc.: Lapis was designed by TigressJaguiar

WIP.... Reserved for these two beauties

[ayomi]

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Kennel Number: 217
Use:
Name: Baba Yaga
Gender: Female
Species and/or specific breed: Witch Wolf
Personality: book worm - quirky - perky - quietish - kind
History/Background: born into a family of witches, friends with trolls. Born on Halloween
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[Wesley]

I personally would prefer Nov. 7th. u v u <3

Also just a heads up that the first image in filler preps (Paisley the Chinese Crested) isn't working.

Also, also, if anyone has kennels they'd like to see revamped, PM me or post it on the fanclub, and I'll try to get them done this weekend or next.

I know that this is a while away, but I feel like everyone here has been a bit absent lately (myself included) so I figured you all would like the extension to November 7th? Also, it will allow the perfect amount of time for an extented round with a code drop near Christmas? ^^

Speaking of Christmas, I'm already working on setting up the Secret Santa for you guys. Thanks for all of your votes on the poll!

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[SukarettoYanagi]

Username • -Willow
Kennel Numbers • 11 & 84


Use •
You may recognize me from around CS, but some of you may know me from my first ever try out here. Over a year ago, I tried for a character by the name of Swampy. I, over-joyously, won him. I still doodle him traditionally, and you've only heard from me once sense. I still skim over the adopts occasionally, mulling over and see which characters bring ideas to my mind. Boredom and in need of something to do most of the time. I've watched these two for a while, seeing if they'd get adopted before I talked myself into trying for them. Well, for months nothing has happened and they're both still here. I'm hoping to be able to give them a chance at something more than sitting in these kennels.

If you know me, which you may, I draw. Avidly. They will be drawn a lot, hopefully even pull me out of this internal darkness I have made for myself. I will put them in roleplays, too! I love roleplaying, so it only makes sense that I would roleplay then, correct? Of course! They will be dearly loved and thought of, if anything else.
That, I can promise.
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Names • Atlas(11) and Prof. Dr. Augustus Killian Devreaux II(84)
Genders • Male and Male
Species • Crow and Anthropomorphic Lynx
Personality •
Prof. Dr. Augustus Killian Devreaux II

A.K., although very bright and with many grand ideas, lacks patients. He is very much so the opposite. He is usually very brash and wants things done quickly so he can hurry to the next task. Though he is friendly and very outgoing and willing to share his ideas, his haste and quick temper tends to force those qualities to be over looked. A.K. can be one to hold a terrible grudge and hold it for years. If this occurs it will be obvious, as he will give things such as short, snippy comments or explanations and a very chilled shoulder. It is best not to give him a reason to hold a grudge against you, though he can somehow always find a reason. But usually this doesn't occur, as he is very friendly and loves to be in the company of others.

Atlas

Atlas is best described as the calm in the chaos. He is level headed and his feathers are not so easily ruffled. Though he is often viewed as A.K.'s pet, he is, not. He is A.K.'s best friend and constant companion. Never are the two separated. Atlas finds he is most needed by the hasty and hotheaded Dr. more than he is a pest of a raven merely about in the flocks. Atlas is the kind of bird who needs a sense of duty, that he has a reason and meaning to life more than just being there. He also is a collector of knowledge and sense. He enjoys the tales and history of old and is constantly looking to expand his knowledge. The bird also uses this to help his hotheaded friend.

History/Background •
A.K was born into a lower class home. His parents worked two jobs each and still that was only enough to get them to the next paycheck. Though they were very poor, they held much love for each other. A.K. had much freedom, for where he and his family stood among the social and money rankings. As he grew, he began to realize where his family stood and wanted to change that. From a young age he'd always loved to tinker and take things apart or put old things back together. At the age of ten he decided he wanted to focus this knack into something his family could prosper from. The town he lived in had a large clock tower in the town square; the clock had been broken long before A.K. was born. One night, unable to sleep and feeling restless, thirteen-year-old A.K. decided he'd try to fix it. Many had tried before him; all failed. The next morning the whole of the town woke to the striking of the bell and a determined A.K. still working. He wiped sweat from his forehead as the mayor entered the clock.
"Son! What are you doing in that clock?" he called up to the busy teen.
With a look of surprise A.K. rolled over and looked down at him. "Fixing the clock! What does it look like?" he called back to the slim man below.
The conversation continued for a while before A.K. was able to go back to fixing the clock, upon agreement to speak with the mayor once he was finished. That's exactly what he did.
Covered in grease and oil and rust, A.K. walked into the mayor's office. "Alright, sir, what's this about?" he asked.
"You fixed that tower in one night, where we've had others work on it for weeks and get no where..." the mayor began.
"Yeah? So what of it?" A.K. replied, though his interruption went ignored.
"That clock's been broken for over sixteen years and once again it's ring can be heard again. I thank you, but that doesn't seem like enough." the man continued, "We've got a lot of broken things around here and are in need of new inventions. Now, I've seen your in innovation and we've all seen what you can fix. I'd like to offer you a job in our invention house; chief inventor. What do you say?" The mayor looked at A.K. now with a calm smile.
All A.K. wa able to do was stare and stutter incoherently. "S-sir... Y-yes! Yes! I would love that!" he finally got out, eyes lighting up.

Work was hard at the I.H., and things only got harder when a baby crow fall from it's nest while A.K. was fixing something in a more rural home. The bird's feathers were different, lighter. With this new arrival his job became more strenuous, as he had to hand-rear the bird. After many long, sleepless and stressful weeks and months, the little bird was finally big enough to eat on it's own. Being it had been raised by a non-bird being, it knew not how to fly. Instead it could often be found perched on A.K.'s shoulder.

It was found that the two were good for each other. Atlas, as A.K. decided to name the crow, kept the combustible A.K. at a much more calm and manageable temperament; A.K. kept the flightless crow warm, fed and safe from danger. Now it is impossible to see one without the other; if they are separate, you can be sure something is seriously wrong.
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional) •
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Atlas Original Image

Form is a MEGA WiP

[Pyromaniacal]

WIP/Res, will be separated out after other posts are posted so as to not double-post c:

Username: Sno Leopard
Kennel Number: 2
Use: Art, headmating, possibly a comic
Name: Cracker
Gender: Male
Species: Porcupine-bird
Personality: Quiet, bubbly, gullible, introverted, humorous, loving, dedicated
History/Background: Raised on a coastal cliff over a beach in California, set off to see the world as a teenager, found a pet parakeet he liked and talks to, settled down in the same area he lived in as a child. Speaks many animal languages as well as a little bit of sophisticated English.
Likes:

• Most animals
• Pineapples
• Holidays
• Summer squash
• Pumpkin pie spice --- although doesn't like the flavor
• Northern California
• Hats

Dislikes:

• Hamsters
• Papaya
• Gooey things
• Fire

Art coming soon possibly

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Username: Sno Leopard
Kennel Number: 17
Use: Art, headmating, maybe roleplaying
Name: Freya
Gender: Female
Species: Wolf/fox hybrid
Personality: Insightful, sarcastic, blunt, honest, helpful, not easily gullible, introverted, "cool"
History/Background: Came from an Indianan family, escaped to England. Has moved around Europe over the years and now lives in Ireland. Speaks English and Gaelic.
Likes:

• Snow
• Coffee
• Cats
• Technology
• The night sky
• Palm trees

Dislikes:

• Young children
• Herbal tea
• Tropical beaches

Art possibly coming soon

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[Kenobi.]

Username:
Fuzzyrainbowkittys
Kennel Number:
17
Use:
? Umm to love and make stories of?!!??!
Name:
Freya
Gender:
Girl
Species and/or specific breed:
Dog

Personality:
She is very creative. If she doesnt have paint she will squish berries and use a leaf attached to a stick and paint on a rock. She is very.... easily scared you could say. She is jumpy! She prefers a quit walk in the forest or laying in her owners bed while there gone. She likes to grab toys with her paws and play with them. Of course she needs to paws for on toy so she lays on against the wall. Her favorite game is tea party. Really it make dolls talk in a British accent while they hop around. She is easily distracted and can never focus. She is always thinking of new things to paint or new games to play. Her biggest dream is for her and her owner to go to New York city USA. She hopes when she finds a home she will be able to go. She can be very brave in desperate time.
History/Background:
When she was just a newborn her mother went missing leaving her and her litter alone. It was only a couple of days before they realized there mom was gone. Being who she is she was very scared. And hungry. The nights were cold and miserable and the days were hot and unbearable. But some how as if by magic someone came along. It was a nice person. They scooped up the whole litter. Everyone but Freya was sent to a adoption agency. She was to stay with the rescuers. She had a good life growing up. They took care of her and spoiled her with lots of art. But one day they decided they didnt want her anymore and sent her to a big place call Symphony Character Adoption Agency. She has been here maybe a month and she cant wait to find a forever home.
Likes/dislikes/art, etc. (optional):
Likes:
Places that are quite. Art. Dolls. Toys. Trees. New York. Listening to stories
Dislikes:
Loud noises. Books. Pie. Fish. Music. Dora
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