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Welcome to my thread. I've been adopting amazing creatures called Daeets for quite some time now and have built up a wonderful little family of them. This thread will be where I keep their images and information. Some things haven't been written up yet XP

If you're interested in adopting your own Daeet, you can click the banner at the top and wait until a litter comes out that you like. Don't steal my Daeets!

FEMALES
September
Dynasty
Taboo
Pixie
Kerrang
Femme

MALES

Yahtzee
Areo
Cobalt
Tempest
Demyx

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Yahtzee had many different personalities. One minute he will be the joker. He will go around making smug comments on anything really and telling jokes. He likes to consider himself a player. He is extremely up-himself and happens to think that he rules the world. He likes to try and impress the females but usually has no such luck. Another of his personalities is being the quiet guy. On some occasions Yahtzee will tone down a bit and go into silent mode. He is really quite shy and often keeps quiet when he is having one of these days. Yahtzee is also very imaginative. He likes to pretend he is some sort of explorer and climb on things. He will make himself tools and weapons out of sticks and other everyday items to use in his games. Finally we get to Yahtzee's sweet-heart side. Occasionally he will put all his games behind him and just come forward and be a big sweetie. He will go out into the garden and pick out a bunch of lovely flowers. This is why some other males find him to be a bit of a kiss up, which I guess sometimes he is but that's just the way he rolls.

Yahtzee was born in the wilderness of India. He had a mother and father and 2 sisters. His sisters were both older than him so they typically thought that they could boss young Yahtzee around. He really didn't mind this. He often found himself just staying out of their way all together. He was always off exploring the land and finding new places to play. One day while he was out exploring he saw a monkey playing in the bushes. He chased after it. The monkey ran away but Yahtzee gave chase. He followed the little creature a long way and was so caught up in catching him he didn't watch where he was going and fell right down a big hole. The fall knocked him out for a while. When he woke up he wasn't in the Indian forest anymore. He was in some sort of forest with big fences around it. Lots of people stood outside the fences taking photos of Yahtzee and pointing at him. Yahtzee knew he was no longer in the wild, but he knew that the place he was in now had no intentions to harm him so he made the most of his new home and pranced around in circles for the humans and made faces at their cameras. As the years went by Yahtzee grew very big. He stood taller than any of the humans that took care of him and they decided that he was now old and mature enough to go back to his home in the wild. Yahtzee didn't want to go back to the forest. He liked his new home where the humans bought food for him and he could perform for the children. But now he found that some of the children found him scary because of how big he had grown. He decided that it was for the best that he return home. He was taken back to India, carried by a big plane. When he got back he found that his family had left their old territory and migrated somewhere else. Yahtzee was confused. Suddenly he saw a human. She was a traveler who was exploring India. She was very excited to see the big Daeet and became his friend. Yahtzee learned that the human was known as Fire and she wasn't someone to be afraid of. So, happy to be with a new friend Yahtzee went with Fire to live with her and her female daeet September.

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Dyna was once a completely different Daeet to what she is today. She used to be athletic, adventurous and fun-loving. she used to crave action and enjoy nothing more than to run alongside her beloved teammates. That all changed the day of the accident, something inside of her clicked, something shifted. She became dark, quiet and in general, blank. She forgot how to have fun and lost interest in making new friends. The only thing that remained, was her appetite for adventure and the pure glory that she felt deep within the pit of her stomach when she ran, only she no longer ran in a team. She now walks alone with nobody beside her. No team and nobody to fall back on. Dyna is now rather shy, she won't introduce herself to new people and if they try to do so to she, she will often run off, leaving them in a trail of snow as she pelts through the night. The Fallen Legend, gone, but never forgotten.

A few years ago, in a small town near Alaska, where everything everywhere was constantly covered in thick sheets of pure white snow, there was an annual Daeet sled race. The race was well known throughout all of the country and the Daeets that competed in the race were almost as famous as an airbrushed celebrity in the pages of a magazine. One female was particularly popular, her name was Dynasty and she was the lead dog for the favorite team in the race. Dyna was fast and strong willed, not to mention how she was loved by the general public. When the day of the race rolled around, thousands of fans watched on the television to see Dynasty run the race alongside her teammates. The announcer called the teams to their starting positions and as the gun sounded, there was a flurry of paws and hooves as the sleds burst past the starting line. Within minutes Dyna's team was in the lead, the lithe Daeet leading her team through the thick white blankets as they soldiered on through the freezing cold. All day long they ran, planning to reach the finish line by the time it was dark. As night began to fall over the snow covered land, Dynasty kept her team running, they were still in the lead and not far from the finish. All was going perfect until tragedy struck. In the dark of the night, the dogs fought to see where they were going, they couldn't see very far... Dyna didn't see the tree. Her team crashed violently into the broad trunk and sent them tumbling down a wall of snow, knocking the lead Daeet out cold. When she awoke about an hour later, she looked in horror at his teammates. Three were dead and the others seriously injured, their sled driver appeared to be knocked out. Dynasty let a single tear slide down her furry cheek. She had to leave, what would they all think of her if she returned? She had killed her teammates. With a heavy heart and tear stained cheeks, the Daeet fare-welled her teammates, although they couldn't hear her and soldiered off into the snow. When the remaining Daeets and the driver were recovered by a rescue team, Dynasty was long gone. The news spread throughout Alaska of the story about the tragic accident and Dynasty, The Fallen Legend who still wanders the snow, mourning her teammates with the wreath still around her neck. Gone, but never forgotten.

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Cobalt is a very determined young male. Once he sets his mind to a task, there is really no going back for him. He is extremely adventurous and loves nothing more than to break all the rules and express himself in whatever way he pleases. His favorite activities are hunting for butterflies and taking ling walks, but he has cut back on hiking because of how badly it ended all those years ago. Cobalt isn't shy and has a habit of wandering up to strangers and partaking in a conversation with them. He doesn't talk about anything all that interesting, but most people talk back anyway because he seems to have a sort of quality about him that makes him near impossible to resist. Cobalt's downfall is that he dwells on subjects for a bit long. If something bad happens to this young man or anyone he loves, he will often fall silent and feel rather terrible for much longer than he truly needs to. In other words, he has a slow healing process and sometimes it's just better to leave him alone to figure things out for himself rather than following him around all the time and trying to get him to tell you what's wrong. Finally, Cobalt is very friendly. He never judges anyone by their cover and has never really held a grudge against anyone before either. He just likes to look on the bright side of life and erase the negative completely, he feels it just weighs him down too much and prevents him from enjoying the gift of living


About two years ago, Cobalt lived quite happily in a small home in the countryside. He was surrounded by many loving family members, his favourite being his master, Daniel. Daniel had a wife and a small child whom both cared for Cobalt very much. It was no secret that the golden Daeet was extremely happy in his home, with everything he could ever wish for. Food, water and love. One morning, Cobalt was woken early by Daniel's young daughter, Abbey. The little girl's face was alight with excitement. "C'mon Cobby, we're goin on a hike" she chimed excitedly. Cobby had always been Abbey's nickname for him since she was only four and Cobalt wasn't one of the easiest words to pronounce. The family all loaded into the car and headed out to their destination of Hobland Peak. It was an old mountain track that attracted tourists from all over the area because of the spectacular scenery. The four of them pulled up the car and began their walk, Abbey on Daniel's shoulders and Cobalt bounding happily behind the pack. The golden grass was dancing elegantly in the gentle breeze of the morning. The walk seemed to take foreverm but even when they had reached the end, they were wishing for more. Everyone was tired so they decided to take a break before carrying on. Abbey fell asleep under a tree and Daniel and his wife sat down with her, sipping their water and chatting. Cobalt caught sight of a small blue butterfly and began to chase it. He followed it for a long time until it swooped up, much to far for him to reach. With some disappointment, Cobalt turned to go back to his family, but when he reached the tree, they were all gone. Cobalt looked up at the sky and to his dismay, it was dark. He had been gone far too long and his family had left without them. He bolted down the track, but nobody was there anymore. He didn't know the way back home by himself, so he was left wandering all by himself in the wilderness, praying for a new family to love him.

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'Dark but not grim with a tiger inside him.' That's what they always used to say
about Tempest when he was younger. Temp was well known for being somewhat of a mystery.
He would always wander by himself with his dark eyes fixed intently on the ground beneath his
feet. But he wasn't what you'd call antisocial. If someone happened to say hello to him, he would
always reply with his trademark half smile. Temp is well known for being accident prone, not
only with what happened to his family in his older childhood years, but also just in life in
general. He was always tripping over something, or breaking something or losing something.
Sometimes he even picked up some pretty nasty injuries. Lots of his friends blamed this on
Temp being clumsy, but deep down everyone knew that the red Daeet was no clutz. Temp
himself blamed it on bad luck that he probably recieved for some of the not so good deeds
that he got up to on bad days. He is also known for being stubborn. It's true that once
this Daeet makes a choice, he sticks to it and there is nothing anyone can do to change his mind.
Sometimes this is his downfall, he got himself into a lot of trouble back in the day for jumping into
things too soon and not taking the time to think things through before his rebellious side took him
over completely and he launched into tiger mode. That's where the last part of that old saying comes
from. He was always fiercely determined, with an undying spark constantly shimmering in his eyes,
like the faint flicker of hungry flames. He didn't fear many things besides isolation, death and fear
itself, so this young male normally had no problem with breaking the rules every once in a while. In
the present days, Tempest has matured somewhat, so it is rare to see him getting up to his old tricks
any more, not after what happened with his family. That fire in his eyes has died down a little bit and
he has finally accepted that it might be time to calm down a little bit and begin to take life more
seriously. But those embers are still glowing deep down, all it takes is a single breath to ignite them
once more. These days he is very calm and finds a talent in keeping others calm. He has a soft voice
and a clear mind, so it's only natural that some of his closer friends choose to come to him when they
are stressed or have a lot going on. Tempest hates to disappoint people and he often finds that he
blames himself for other Daeets problems, even when nothing he could have done would have possibly
made a difference. Put as simply as possible, this big guy cares a little bit too much for his own good,
which can be a good thing on some days and a curse on others.

"Tempest?" That voice, it was sweet like honey and warm like fire.. The familiarity that it
held was overwhelming to the young Daeet. He forced an eye open before squeezing it shut again as
the faint rays of morning crept into his eyes. He yawned softly and snuggled into the warm fur of a
brother who was sleeping soundly beside him. "Tempest?" The voice rang out to him again. The little
red Daeet let out a whimper of protest and lashed out playfully with his forepaw, meaning to bat at
this figure that was closing in on him, wanting to drag from from the comfort of his rest. "For
goodness sake Tempest, wake up, we must get going." This time the voice held not as much
patience as before and held the slightest hints of a hiss. This time, Tempest chose not to test
the patience of the looming figure and opened his eyes fulling, pushing himself off of the warmth
of his brothers body. He was also deciding to get up at last. As Tempst looked up to see the face
of the one who woke him, he was greeted by the impatient face of his mother. Nonetheless, she
smile at him softly and plucked a clump of dust from his crimson pelt. "Where's father?" mumbled
Temp tiredly as he swiped away his mother. "He'll be back soon, he's looking for the easiest path
for us to take to get as far east as possible before the snow sets in," she yawned. By this time,
Tempest's brother Rauni had joined them and was grooming his pelt, always the more finicky
of the two. Almost on cue, the large form of a crimson Daeets entered the small cave where the
little family had been staying overnight. He didn't waste time with greeting his loved ones, he
simply addressed the problem at hand. "I've found a route, but we should go now, I smell another
incoming of snow on the horizon. He was gruff and not all that patient, but loving noetheless and
the whole family adored him for his sense of duty. The eldest male Daeet exited the cave, signalling
for his family to follow him. Tempest looked to his mother who nodded. With that, the three of them
followed Temp's father, into the light of the day. Rauni hissed slightly as the snow made contact with
his paws. Tempest rolled his eye slightly. This was going to be a long walk. The two kits amused
themselves through the journey, chasing butterflies and making shapes in the small puffs of
cloud overhead. In fact, none of them really noticed the bitterness that the air was taking on, or
how quickly it was getting colder and colder. Their parents looked at each other with worry. At the
time, neither Temp nor Rauni could understand the meaning of that look, but both of them expected
the worst. From then on, the journey was silent and eerie, apart from the fast growing hiss of the
wind. Within minutes the snow had begun to fall, quickly getting stronger and stronger to a point
where none of the Daeets could see what was right in front of them through the haze. "Boys, I
think it might be best if we stop for now..." their mother purred gently. Rauni and Tempest
exchanged uneasy glances. "What? Right here?" questioned Rauni, clearly not fond of sleeping out
in the open in the snow. Their father rolled his eyes, "Come now, we'll keep you warm.." Tempest
and Rauni huddled together while their parents formed a kind of shield over them, protecting their
kits from the harshness of the weather, but also making a sacrifice that nobody realized until the
next morning. Tempest awoke. His pelt was warm and he could tell it must be morning. He pressed
at his parents bodies' coaxing them to get up, but they didn't move. Frustrated, the young kit tried
again, with no luck once again. Temp began to panic. "Mother, father?!" he howled, tears stinging
at his eyes. There was no response. Temp looked around desperately for Rauni, but the familiar
golden coat of his brother was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had already awoken and left. The
whole weight of the world suddenly came crashing down on the shoulders of young Tempest. He
was all by himself. With some struggle, the little crimson Daeet pushed his way out from the
bodies of his dead parents. They had sacrificed their lives to save their kits, freezing in the harsh
cold of the night. Temp took a few moments to farewell them properly, promising that he would
always remember to fight for what he believed in, just as they had told him and that their deaths
were not in vain. With tears staining the youngsters cheeks, he turned his back on his beloved
parents and made his way through the thick snow. The storm was over, but the white blankets
were still deep. Temp followed his nose, heading in the same direction that his father had been
leading them with the fire in his eyes burning brighter than ever.

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(Kerrang Is Blind, she picked it up after an injury a short time ago).
Like a bolt of lightning, Kerrang wastes no time once she decides if she likes you or not. For your sake, you'd better hope you make it into her good books. Kerrang can be quite harsh when she wants to be, though a lot of the time she doesn't mean to come off as rude. She can be quick to judge which is one of her major downfalls. She is very impatient and seems unable to be capable of taking the time to sit back and relax. With the attention span of a teaspoon, Kerrang seems to always be on her feet and moving around. She cannot stand being still and loves to be up and running with her friends whenever she can find the time. Ker has a strong imagination and she is not afraid to use it. Many know her as the creative one or the bubbly one, while some who find it more difficult to see her good side know her as the vain one or the impatient little brat. Despite her own ways of judging people, Ker does not actually take criticism very well, which means she is kind of a hypocrite and she knows it, though she is doing her best to let go of that part of her and become a more fair and well rounded person. It's a slow process for such a snappy young girl, but she always perseveres and will not give up until she is satisfied that she has done the absolute best that she can possibly do and nothing more she can do will make any difference to the outcome of the situation. Kerrang loves the nighttime. She prefers it over day. She sees it as a time when she can let her imagination run wild, look up at the stars and imagine herself in a million different places, wherever she wants to be. She can picture herself swimming in the clear oceans or flying effortlessly over the white puffs of cloud in the sky. Whereas in the day, every other Daeet is awake and giving her harsh glances as they pass by and judging them with their eyes. While she can brush most of these glares off, they still sting her deep down. As a mate, Ker is strong minded and likes someone who will always let her make her own choices and isn't too clingy. She doesn't like it when she is constantly shadowed, even if the Daeet has good intentions and is only looking out for her, Kerrang much prefers to be allowed her personal space so she can clear her mind every now and again. It's probably in your best interests to keep away from her when she isn't in a good mood anyway as she just might strike a little too hard with that sharp tongue of hers.

Though Kerrang was too young to understand most of what was going on
at the time, she still remembers every tiny detail of what happened when she was just a
kit. She was living in the North Faction with her family. Her mother was always in their
home which was an ageing cave. Her father was an important part of Queen Lilianna's
army and was constantly away from home doing his duty as a soldier and keeping the
faction protected from the dangers outside the border. Kerrang was young and blissfully
unaware of what the whole concept of war was. The entire world could have been falling
apart around the young kit and she might never have known until the day her parents saw
her as old enough to know the truth. It was an unusual day in the normally quiet cave where
the family lived. Ker's mother was rushing around gathering up all of their belongings and
storing them safely, while also getting the most important things and packing them up as
though she was going to take them somewhere. Kerrang blinked and watched with large,
curious eyes. "Wh-what's going on? Are we going on holiday?" Kerrang wondered out loud.
Her mother slipped her a sympathetic look and sighed. "Something like that my dear..."
At that moment, Kerrang's father burst through the entrance of the cave. "The time has
come, you both must go," he boomed in a demanding voice as he assisted his mate. Ker
peeked out of the cave and noticed many other small families doing the same thing. For
the first time in her young life, she was worried. What in the world was going on that was
so huge that every Daeet was high-tailing it out of town? Before she got the chance to
question, Kerrang was being rushed out of the little cave by her mother, her father was
close behind. Ker scurried by her mothers directions and soon found she was being herded
towards the water. Ker's mother gently coaxed her onto an impressive raft. It must have
taken a few skilled and strong Daeets to piece it together. Kerrang looked around it in
awe as her parents shared a secret conversation. Soon she realized her father had no
intention of coming aboard, only she and her mother would be on the raft when it came
time to set sail, along with a few other escapees. Ker's father looked down at her and
sighed. "Be brave little one, take care of your mother and never forget about me, I must
stay and fight the darkness for our beloved queen." Kerrang finally understood. The Daeets
were at war and her father would remain and fight for them. She was both heartbroken and
proud at this, knowing her father was doing what he was good at in order to protect his
own kind, but at the same time she knew she may never see him again. Overcome with
emotion, the little Daeet buried herself in the thick pelt of her father and mumbled a tearful
good-bye.