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[siilence]

I was really bored... You can just add this as an extra image instead of replacing it if you like.
Kennel number49#
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where you got the lineart Okaki, TWG90

[antler apathy]

Creature's Name: Anastasia.
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Preferences:
-Use her, lover her.
-No design changed, her sides are symmetrical.
-You get to choose her breed.
-Return to me (Gwen Trix) if you don't want her anymore.
-Her gender and name can be changed.
Link Art Link: Personal.
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?: No.

Creature's Name: Deception.
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Preferences:
-Use her, lover her.
-No design changed, her sides are symmetrical.
-You get to choose her breed.
-Return to me (Gwen Trix) if you don't want her anymore.
-Her gender and name can be changed.
Link Art Link: Personal.
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?: No.

[ubiquitous]

I absolutely love Anastasia. Why are all of your designs so tempting, Gwen trix?
D:

[EarthStar]

Pet's ID Tag:#93
Name You'd Choose for It:Summer
Gender:Female
Reason You Want It:Her design makes me happy and reminds me that life is playful. It also can't help that I have a soft spot for scene wolves. :3 I admire her beautiful simplicity, a sparkle dog that doesn't take it too far. She also has a nice use of green and orange together, a color combination that can be frightening if not used the right way. I admire her a lot and she looks like a character I would do a lot of art of. I can't put it into words really, she just fits.
Personality:
Life's a little off the wall and hard to understand, you might try mathematic formulas but in the end you have to take a stand.
Sometimes it's better to view life in a more abstract way, use your right brain and paint swirls around it's colorful edges~

Optimistic and freedom-loving
Jovial and good-humored
Honest and straightforward
Intellectual and philosophical

The traits above were on the Sagittarius zodiac sign from this website and mirror what I believe Summer's personality to be exactly. What is written below is inspired by the Sagittarius zodiac sign, though some of her traits directly clash with it. All writing below is my own, just influenced by the zodiac sign.

Summer is very optimistic and often seems to have an endless flow of energy. She loves trying new things and enjoys exploration and being adventurous, especially when it involves exploring new cultures, traditions, things in nature.

Summer is very right brained, and a global thinker, her mind is always open to new ideas and she likes to think of alternative ways to preform tasks. She's always changing her mind and running into new projects. Some may consider her to be overly-ambitious or uncommitted, as she seems so "spur of the moment", but really, she thinks things through before she jumps into them, though this is rarely obvious. Whatever project or activity Summer has jumped into she takes on with vitality and vigor and these energies continue to be channeled through the whole project. On the other hand, Summer isn't always sure how many projects are too many. Her sometimes overly optimistic view of things can blind her to the reality that she can't do everything.

Summer has strong, steadfast opinions that are rarely swayed, and therefore loves to debate and share her opinion on things. Modest, yet outgoing, Summer loves acting, singing and dancing but won't admit to being particularly good at them. She's almost always truthful, honest and kind to others. If she feels that a person is a fake, or is not truly committed she will often wish to kick them out, yet she rarely has the courage to do so.
Summer can be very loving. She's extremely loyal to causes, projects, and most of all, people. One of her friends could murder someone and her opinion on them wouldn't sway in the slightest. She can be very loyal, loving, generous, selfless and compassionate. She tries to be as sincere and straightforward as possible, except when she knows what she has to say could potentially hurt someone she loves. Even when she does know this she sometime has a hard time hiding it. She tends to wear her heart on her sleeve and it often isn't very difficult to guess her emotions.

Due to her beautiful and strangely well balanced personality, her compassion for others, and her loyalty and generosity Summer is often taken advantage of. When she loves someone, or thinks she does she can be blinded and throw her gift of judgment out the window. Often she will not realize she has/is being used until someone else points it out to her or it's already too late. When this happens Summer will often give them second chances, chances to redeem themselves, which often backfire. She has a hard time realizing this person who seemed so trustworthy and the person she loved so much isn't who she thought they were. She sometimes also has a hard time admitting she was wrong.

She does realize however, that she can't please everybody and that there are some people that are just not worth her time. If they want to have her they have to take her with all her little imperfections, strange realities and little insecurities. She's not one to take crap from people she doesn't care about, though sometimes she's unsure on how to kick them out of a project or her life if need be.

Despite her sometimes loopy, unprepared, all-over-the-place appearance Summer is actually quite intelligent. She often thinks about life and what is fair and just. She dislikes math and science and more school related learning, and prefers to ponder on more abstract questions. She tends to think ahead, and she's often right about what she has to say. She has an open mind and a wide range of abilities and interests, giving her a very "widely ranging" mind. As mentioned above, she's rather quick minded and will jump around and think more rapidly than others. Along with exploring cultures, traditions and places in nature Summer also enjoys exploring new ideas and concepts, but only ones that are to her liking. She is able to open up her mind to realms most others rarely touch, and in this way tends to bring delightfully fresh and new ideas to any situation.

One thing Summer is not as good at is organizing things. Maybe she's organized in her head, but not with her materials. Her workspace and home tend to be very messy and disorganized, although she swears that she knows where everything is. She often loses things and puts things in places that she doesn't usually keep them. She has a hard time keeping a routine.


Likes:Doodling, summer, singing, friends, debating, orange soda, converse, photography, bracelets, dancing, music, Paramore, freedom, acting/theater, fruit loops, exploring, the smell of the outdoors, and swimming.
Dislikes:Winter, closed/tight spaces, bugs, fighting/war, people who are strict and controlling, being cold, lima beans, art thieves, fake people, math, slowing down, not being able to roam, having to worry about tiny facts, numbers, dates and details, and being forced to do something she dislikes.
History:
[From Summer's perspective.]
I must admit, my past isn't the most exiting. I could probably be considered a typical teenage girl or whatever. I do have a small story to tell, but few people even think it is significant so I fear that few will read it. I will write it here for my own benefit if for nothing else.

I was born to the average crazy household of two other siblings. I was never very close to either of them, but they were extremely close to each other. They were both females as I was, but their minds worked so differently. They were both introverts, pessimists, and kept to themselves most of the time. Whenever they briefly came out of their little corner they would share nothing of interest to me. It would be gibberish or a theory I had come up with long ago. If wasn't either of those things it was something that had to do with math. I hated math. Along with our other differences we were also different in appearance. I was bright and colorful, yet with an eye pleasingly simple design, while my two sisters, while not twins, both bore dark, somewhat over-dramatic designs. Our differences didn't stop there though. I had tons of friends, was energetic, playful, loved color, nature, dancing singing and anything social, while my sisters had very few interests. If it wasn't domino's, a card or board game, or some other quiet activity than they would avoid it like the plague. So even though I grew up with two sisters, I felt so alone, so cut off from them and their secrets and codes. I was more of an only child, and I think my parents favored me a bit more. I was into at least fifty activities and I had tones of friends, when they asked me to do something i would actually complain about doing it instead of curling up in the corner with a book and refusing to respond. I would get all the toys, games, whatever I wanted from my parents. You rarely hear stories from the spoiled or favorite child's perspective do you? But here I am, the favorite out of three siblings.

As I grew I can't say I changed dramatically other than in maturity and my understanding of things. I still had my basic personality and didn't go through a huge crisis like many animals claim to have gone through. My sisters however grew more irritated by each other. The once inseparable pair now stormed angrily about looking for revenge. I felt like I was two-timing the pair. One would come to me and rant about the other and then the other would come and do the same. It wasn't the most pleasant of experiences, but i lived through it. Eventually my sisters grew so angered by each other they had to be moved into separate rooms. The thing was, no one knew why they were becoming so angry, so disobedient, so.....different than they used to be. Every doctor or psychiatrist we saw blamed it on hormones etc. But it wasn't that, and you'd have to know the pair to understand just how we knew it wasn't. As time went on the pair couldn't even see each other without exploding emotionally/mentally. It became so bad the two seemed to go into panic attacks when they saw each other, it was like a phobia. One day my mother decided she had had enough and moved their bedrooms back together, insisting that this would help them learn how to tolerate each other. The move only made matters worse however, and the two became completely distraught. We had to take them to so many therapists, doctors and specialists we were on the verge of giving up before we found someone who actually thought they might be able to solve the case without blaming it on hormones etc. Strangely enough, her methods worked! No suicide, no lifelong damage, no nothing. The two returned home as good as new, though the therapist wouldn't reveal what she had done or what had made them become so....repellent of each other. We just accepted the two back into the family and life continued on. That's pretty much my life up until now in a nutshell. Now I'm 16, in case that's important to any of you. :3
Art of Summer (by me)
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Rosalind]

I was really bored... You can just add this as an extra image instead of replacing it if you like.
Kennel number49#
Old image
Revamp version
where you got the lineart Okaki, TWG90

Oooo! Thats so much prettier than the one I did! Please update as revamp Agency! <3

[siilence]

Awwwww, thanks! I just did it because I was SO bored :p

[Rosalind]

Thats orginally how I came up with that character.

[siilence]

Creature's Name: None
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[img]http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/image/image.php?id=370519&size=large&format=auto&rev=1[/img]

Preferences:
You can add whatever you want to him/her :3
I seriously don't care if you remove the stripes or change the colour of the eyes and collar.
BUT, please do not change the design completely, like making it hot pink with love hearts everywhere...
Link Art Link:http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=448345&start=0
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?
No

[berd]

{ k i r i s h }
[the l o v e l y w i l d one]

{ pet's ID tag: }

97

{ the name: }

Kirish

{ gender: }

Female

{ my desire }

Oh dear god, she really just made it for me. Those pastel-natural colors along with the bordering cream really gave me such an innocent, almost naive look. Her clumsy paws indicated her age, which will be the main part of her story, which I will be completely devoted to. The earrings and tail bands could be something of royal status, or simply to hide that fact that she is a poor, under fed animal. Those eyes are of pure heart, she knows nothing of fear of pain, and besides that it's an African Wild Dog. One of my favorite animals, yet I have never had the real idea to create my own design.

{ her personality }

{ sensitive }
Kirish, is very sensitive. As a pup she was taunted by others for her "weakling" colors, and for her simply pathetic behavior. She will tolerate someone taking advantage of her, but inside takes it as a dagger to the heart. She cares nothing more in life than for a bit of a challenge, tender love, and those who love and respect her.
{ cunning }
Kirish was always known for her skill of the thought. For what may seem like hours she will devise almost impossible plans, yet she put it simply as, "right under your nose, but I actually look there." As a quite humble creature, she does not involve herself with boasting, but will always be the first to volunteer to help solve a problem.
{ helpless }
As a very sensitive being she always had a limit to her skills. She will at sometimes accept that she cannot handle certain situations and will always back up the thought of others. Her fear of failing usually overrides her thought process, therefore she is easily irritated but will always fight herself in order to keep cool.
{ genuine }
You have never loved if you haven't loved Kirish. If you meet her in those golden eyes, she will pour herself out to you. She will not stop herself from pleasing you, as her purpose in life is to please her village. Her feelings may become a bit jumbled, and her fear always takes hold of her heart before she can tell you anything.
{ strong }
Although a sympathetic wimp, she will never stop standing up for herself. Her opinions should always be thought of as perfect, and even though she will deny it, she really does believe in what she says. If she doesn't like what she sees, she will be the last to say anything, and her thoughts will be critical, and less offensive.

{ her story: }

Running. That's all I was focused on. Here Rishy, Rishy, Rish. I turned back and could just barely see the brown and white smudge behind me, before my adrenaline pushed my heart deeper into my throat and I sped ahead of them. The gentle voice of my pursuer was coy, yet it was a complete mockery. I knew what they were after. They were after the prize of victory, of pride. But I, would not stand idly by to see my dignity clawed out from under my nose, I would put up a genuine fight, worthy of even a princess. The raspy voice came again, "Giving up would make it so much easier Kirish." I have had enough of the taunting. Skidding to a halt I pivoted around to stare my stalker straight in the eyes, but before I could give them my word, they leapt at my face.

Scrabbling at the smirk on her face I kicked at their ribs and bit their chest fur with pleasure. "Kirish, you knew you would lose, didn't you?", Guyia clawed at my ear, and then held my snout in between her muscular paws. "Oh come on Yia, I'm getting quite bored of this game, and I have other royal things to attend to other than blithely run around with you.", I replied back in a friendly sort of tone. She then sighed and released my ear. We then sat there for a moment, contemplating on whether or not to run, or walk back to the collective group of dens we knew as our village." Finally, I yawned and smoothly walked onward, all the while whipping my tail at Yia who didn't appreciate the playful gesture.

2 WEEKS LATER
Yawning, I woke out of the cool den, but unusually didn't find my mother there, who commonly started bathing the pups at this hour. But I pushed the thought out of my head and searched for Guyia. Instead, I found my father pacing just outside of the territory border. "Father, I - ", but before I began he looked at me with a grim frown, which stopped me in my tracks. Even though my relationship with my father was merely professional, I immediately knew something was wrong. "We have heard that our female hunting pack has been captured by -." He then made a motion with his head that pointed east, "humans, farther eastbound. We attempted to overtake the pack of humans, but they were armed with sleeper guns and simply bagged the communication troop as well." The images of my mother panicking and fighting off the humans in a swirl of dust shimmered through my eyes as he spoke. It was all too clear that our elder was correct, that being who speak of an unknown animal tongue mustn't be trusted. Whether it was with a grain of sand, or with our life.

"Father, I must go and find -" He dimly replied, "No. You will not rescue your mother, that is my job, and my job only." That was not what I had in mind, but I simply decided that he didn't want to listen to my idle chatter any longer. Although, what he just said almost sparked, what I would call a sort of longing for adventure. The whole idea of coming back to the village with my mother, maybe limping and leaning against me was simply something I had been destined to do. The village would absolutely love me, and maybe my father would come to respect who I was and not just merely think of me as "that spoiled princess." This has turned out very nicely for myself.

I nodded my head at my father, and scuttled off in the direction of Guyia's den. I could hear sobbing, and rehearsed some sort of false-sympathy lyrics in my head, since I was terrible at making uplifting conversation. I walked in and unsurprisingly found Guyia curled up in a ball, I sighed, "Sorry to hear about our mother Guyia, I really hope that our fathers can rescue them." I literally breathed the words out, since I didn't want to risk adding in my usually mixed feelings, it might upset her further. She then turned to me, and I found my self looking at the most pathetic face, "Oh Kirish, what did our mothers ever do to the humans?" I felt badly for her, her father was constantly on the run for more prey, so her mother took care of her and their ever-growing number of pups. I replied, "I am not certain what their impulse was, but I feel that", I looked at her face for encouragement, then looked down and scuffled my paws, " that we should be involved." He eyes were a bit brighter, and she looked at with hope in her voice, "I feel the same Rish, but what did you have in mind? Should we collect groups and send them out, or should we devise a foolproff strategy?" Still looking down, I replied, "I was thinking more of an adventure. Maybe we could gather up our things and search for them ourselves?" I could hear the loud sigh of Guyia as she stretched, "Alright, I'll go gather my things." She said it very absentmindedly, as if she knew that I would say that. "Alright, we'll leave when the hunters leave, so we can hide amongst them." Guyia replied with an annoyed flick of her tail.

I persuaded my older brother to distract our father and the few guards we have while we left for our embarkment. He didn't argue, and eagerly accepted to be the center of attention for a few minutes. He proudly held his head high, but then turned around and looked at me, almost in a motherly way, "Are you sure you'll be okay?" I simply nuzzled his shoulder and licked his snout as I followed Guyia who restlessly awaited behind one of the males who would be hiding us along the way. I nipped Guyia's flank, and she gingerly licked my ear as we set off, slumping our shoulders to appear as one in the crowd. The last time I looked back at the village, I saw my brother laying on his back, impressing a group of spectators while he kept a leaf held in his paws.

Our going was easy, and the constant stream of our mother's scent, along with a few other females, kept us headed in the correct direction. Or so we thought. A few minutes after we left from the village, the hunting group took a sharp turn in the opposite direction the scent was in. A few of the males gave us a questioning look, but didn't challenge us further. Our first challenge, was not losing each other in the blinding dust. It was easily solved by smearing honey on our sides, which produced a scent blinding fragrance, and we were sure to never lose the aroma of ourselves.

A few hours into the venture, and then it happened.

The smells interweaved into the dust were balmy, illegible, and mostly unpredictable. I looked to my side, and surprisingly saw the tail of a rat, who pushed me closer into Guyia. She responded by nudging my shoulder, and I looked at her desperately. We had made a grave choice when we started. We were farther away from any adult in our village than we have ever been, and our sorry hides didn't even have the opportunity of turning back. I sniffed the air, and it seemed to have a sort of taint to it. Almost like someone poured a drop of blood into a puddle of water. It was there, but just barely.

I sniffed the ground once more, then heard the roar of a sort of siren. With my eyes wide, I glanced at Guyia, and ran ahead of me, not knowing the trap that awaited. I instantly hit a metal sort of mesh, and when I looked behind myself, it seemed that I was surrounded by the fence. And when I searched for Guyia, she came down next to me in the same sort of box. I saw she was injured, and peered at her ribs which had a small feathered dart jutting out. Nothing could get worse. And it actually got better. I got a brief sniff of our captors, and we were then shoved into a bigger box that was attached to a, a - well I guess it could be a car. I've heard of them, but they didn't really look like how our elders explained them to be. When we were shoved inside, our

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

ehe, not quite sure if we are judged on quality of layout design, so I just wanted to try my best on everything for this one <3

[EarthStar]

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