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[center][size=150][color=#800000]I would like to adopt![/color][/size]
Username:
Pup Number:
Name of Pup:
Gender [Set]:
Your Reason?
What will you use the new Pup for?
Accessories?
History[Future... after the pup leaves the litter]:
Other:[/center]Outcast wrote:I would like to adopt!
Username: Outcast
Pup Number: #4
Name of Pup: Jigsaw
Gender: Famale
Your Reason? *cough cough* I designed her... *cough cough* I love her design and she fits the character and pup I have been looking for, FOREVER...
What will you use the new Pup for? I will use Jigsaw for my characters, art and anything else that pops into my lovely mind.
Accessories? The Key around her neck. I will be keeping her bangs.
History: A young pup walks slowly through the forest. In her mouth lays a two rats; her latest catch. Her bangs block part of her view, so she she tosses her head up. A flash of white passes by her eyes, then vanishes as he hair falls back behing her ears a bit. As soon as she puts her head down, they naturallt fall back to their exact place. Giving a grunt, she continues her way to the family den, ignoring her bangs.
As the 9 month old pup slowly walked into the den, she causiously looked around for her family. Soon she spotted the wonder colors of her mother's tattoos.
"Jigsaw, how's your latch?" Tripp's voic rang in her ears. Turning her head back, Jigsaw looked at a golden colored latch that cover her key hole. "It's good..," she paused and begun to scratch at it, "It's really itch-y, though. Can I take it off?"
Suddenly, a dark figure loomed over her. As the figures head bent down over her, she could see through his red bangs. "Now, now.. Hun," a deep voice came from the figure, "Don't scratch at it. You know we can't take it off."
A small frown formed on Jigsaw's face. "I know, I know. But I can't play in it Father. Tandoku has wanted me to race and I can't. We know that, but I want,too! Please.." Batting her eyelashes, she looked up, into her Father's eyes. She saw him give a glance to her mother, then back to her.
Outcst let out a sigh as finally said to his daughter, "Fine. You can play. Just be care for no-" He was cut off by Jigsaw going over the rules she knew so well. "No Rubbing, Biting, Falling, or Water on my leg. Whatever I do, never listen to the voice. I don't want to let them out." Jigsaw rolled her eyes and looked at Tripp. "Can I go now?"
A nod from her Mother shot in her direction, indication of a 'yes'. Dashing out side, Jigsaw met up with her sister. "What are we going to do today?" she looked up to her 1-year old sister. It was going to be a nice day for her.
Other: Jigsaw has spirits and demons that have hidden themselves in her. They are a product of Tripp's complex sub-consious that got transfer to her daughter. To keep the horrors from recking havoc on the world, they locked up her key hold with a latch.




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