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[Tammanae]

I believe that you must post the form with the permission in order to get him, as last time the form was without permission. Simply edit your current form to add in the permission for this code drop and wait for the staff's decision. ;3

[DELETE.ACCOUNT]

I miss good ol' Sooki D:
She really needs a new home,
and after searching it seems people like her, they just disagree with the rules o3o
Yeah, looking back I agree those are very strict, I barely get more than maybe four pieces a year o.0
Kennel number 13
Old image
Revamp version N/A
where you got the lineart By blackhorsebeth, and I was originally returning her :s

{ I'm actually changing her rules }
Breed: Chicken/Cat.
Donor: Beanie
Preferences: She cannot be neglected for more than perhaps a few months, but this means just bumping her thread or something, PM me your form please, and don't change her design, name or gender too much. She is preferably kept as a chicken/cat.

Revamp was overlooked, I think :s

[SSQM]

Hello. I was wondering if I could ask for number 19 back. If I get her back, would I also be able to take the revamped image as well, whilst giving credit to who drew it? Even if I don't get the revamp, I still want number 19 given back to me. I do believe she has no forms for her.

Thanks in advance! ^^

[Nawee]

I missed that, I'll updated it asap.
I think I may do the code-drop later tonight, I'm just waiting for my puppy to go to sleep so I can finally go downstair on my own laptop.

[The Agency]

Pet's ID Tag: 6
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It: Kachine {Kah-Chee-Neh} -Means 'Sacred Dancer' In Native American.
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: Oh wow, this girlie really caught my eye, I've been trying to resist her for a while, but when I saw her revamp I just fell in love even more- she's absolutely stunning- I'd take great care of her. She'd have a character thread and have art drawn of her daily, she'd also be a character in a series of short stories I've been writing.
History/Background/Other:

It was crisp outside, but the sun was bright enough to ward off any ill effects. The plants did not seem to care much about the snap on the breeze; leafy and green, they were ready to experience spring in all its glory. There was little snow about, and for that Kachine could only feel grateful. While she had no problem walking through the slush that came with spring, she was thankful she did not have to do so. It was late enough now that most of it had already run into the lakes and rivers and there it would stay until next winter when it began again to fall as snow. She rather enjoyed firm ground under her paws. The mushy gunk that had been the norm for her days had greatly lowered out his enjoyment of the sunshine. But this area was dry and, for the most part, warm. She lifted her nose, dragging in the scents around her from the erratic wind. No strangeness met her muzzle, just the unusual smell of a new place. It was a new area for her, and she wished to explore it. The mountain had been a sort of beacon after she had left the pass. She'd decided to start here - one because it was close, and two because she liked the looks of it. It was a large thing, a landmark she wouldn't forget anytime soon, and when she'd traveled over here she had found the earth dry and the air - if not the breeze - warm. She felt it important to come here and she wasn't one to kick a feeling when it made itself known. She understood well and good that some things just couldn't be explained. She wasn't all that worried about why she'd been drawn here, nor was she in any sort of rush. She may be looking for a home, but Kachine had never been one to travel with any real hurry. She had a vague goal in mind, and when she found the end of it, she'd know.

She mewled at herself, aware she'd been standing and thinking for the past ten minutes. While she wasn't in a hurry, she knew she was just wasting time she could spend finding out why she'd traveled here. Her fur prickled as the wind blew again and she frowned as a hunk of it fell to the ground. Her winter coat had been thick, the shock of any sort of cold weather enough to have her system freaking out. Now she was a mess, the tufts of downy underfur clumping and falling out at the slightest provocation. She sighed and watched the fur roll away on another breeze. She shook quickly, a mist of hair taken cover. She sneezed and moved a few steps away. Every other cat she'd seen looked exactly like her. This molting was uncomfortable, to be honest, but it was normal. Or...it would be if she'd been this far north for years instead of a few months. She rather enjoyed the absence of the need for a winter coat. She lifted a leg to scratch at her belly with blunt claws. More fur came out, but not it wads. This portion of her body was smoother then her back and sides. Once finished, she moved forwards and away. She'd end up sneezing again if she remained there. And anyway, she'd rather not sit staring at the mountain all day when she'd traveled to see it. The ground under paw was grassy and mossy, and few trees broke the stretch of landscape. Bushes were more common, and their flowers were thriving, brightly colored spotlights in the green. It was rather beautiful, to be honest. Kachine had forgotten how joyful it was to see life bloom once more after a harsh winter. It made one appreciate those things much more.

Her ears angled back at the alarm call of a bird, but it went quiet soon after and she didn't worry about it. Her bright eyes flicked toward the mountain peak again and this time her body followed the look. She settled into a trot, tail swinging from side to side behind her. It was an easy pace that allowed her to take in the sights instead of just traveling. Very little thought made their appearance in her mind. She recorded what she passed, enjoying the grass and shrubs, and making small choices on which way she should go. Her brain calmed and she relaxed, letting her body do the work. Time passed swiftly this way, and soon enough the mountain was spearing high above her. It was a hulking shadow on the land, the sun having slid behind a little before. She squinted up at it as she slowed to a walk. She didn't want to climb it, doubted he really could get most of the way up, but she liked the looks of the thing, even with the absence of details the dim light caused. What had brought her here had yet to show itself, so she took one last look up and loped forward, following the line of shrubs before they gave way to mountain shale. Her paws gripped true, even when she had to bound up the slope a few yards to avoid a hold in the path. She was quick to snap up a meal when her motions sent a flurry of birds out of the brush. Feathers settled onto the ground as she slowed to a trot, pleased with herself as only a hunter can be. A trophy, really, and not much of a meal, but she was not starving. The thrill had just been too much for her to not go after the snack.

She headed up the mountain, squinting to see farther into the distance. A stretch of blue coloured the horizon- a lake? It was a lead and she was thirsty so she headed in that direction. The thump of the adrenaline against her chest was something to push her forward. The sooner she got there the sooner she'd get to eat her meal. She was quiet as she moved through the brush, slower now that there was more plant growth she could run into. And she didn't want to trip over any stones or roots. She moved slow not just to be deliberate, but to make up for her flighty behaviour. Though her pace was cut in half, she smelled the water soon enough and cheered silently for it. Not a wasted effort then. She grinned through the carcass in her mouth, leaping ahead a bit faster to reach her goal. No smells but that of her intended meal filled her nose, but she didn't worry about that. Her ears and eyes would be enough. She reached the waters edge quickly, stones clacking under her paws. The bird was dropped carelessly and she leaned over to take a few, quick laps. The water was cold, no doubt from ice run off. She shivered lightly as it hit her gut, but took a few more mouthful before lifting her head. Water dripped off Kachine's chin as she scanned the bank. She blinked, clearing her eyes a little. Nothing moved that she could tell and her swiveling ears picked up little. Satisfied, she picked up the bird, following the waters edge to find a good, sheltered place to feast. She concentrated on her steps, the rocks an effort she'd normally avoid.

She huffed out a breath as she moved a little away. A whiff of scent hit her nose and her gaze jerked up, just in time for an errant rock to catch his foot. She swore through the feathers, a grumbling sound of annoyance as half her body slipped forward. Rocks clattered gaily around her, as if pleased with their destruction. She grunted as her shoulder hit the ground in a shuffle of movement. She spat the bird out, lips rolling back in a grimace of pain as she shifted her back so she could stand again. Her eyes then flicked about and noticed the curious form of cat. A sigh escaped her. Great, she'd had to be caught bumbling around like a kitten. She snapped her teeth closed, and got up quickly, ignoring the throb in her shoulder. She sent a brief glance at the male cat, offering a slightly sheepish grin at her own fall. She let only his toes cling to the earth, waiting till the pain died down. She'd never live it down if she injured herself on rocks. She wondered if the male - she'd realized this after another breath - was at all angered by her sudden entrance. True she couldn't have helped it, but really, who wanted this sort of thing to happen to them? She cleared her throat in the brief silence before speaking. "Sorry to fall in on you, sir" She spoke, flashing a small smile. Might as well joke it off, she decided.

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

Pet's ID Tag:

Kennel #23

Name You'd Choose for It:

Mae

Gender:

Female

Reason You Want It:

To be honest... I don't really tend to go for horse characters, as I never have any kind of spark or connection with them. This one was different however, and something about her just picked my interest. I was putting it off, seeing if my interest fell to something else, but I very much like her still, and I do think she will be a very good equine 'mentor' for my poor Mercurio, who thanks to Carter seems to think himself a dog, and a very stubborn one at that... probably the donkey in him~

History/Background/Other:

Breed

Shire

Age

23 Years Old

Personality

Wise and calm, Mae is not one to have outbreaks of rage. This old Shire tends to be happiest when grazing with the company of others to talk to, usually sharing stories about her earlier years with the younger ones, or happily listening to their own stories. Never having had foals of her own, Mae tends to get very maternal around young ones that have been separated from their mothers at too young an age, usually comforting them and teaching them about the treacheries of life and how to handle them.

Background

I was born from a good line... my father was a prized stallion from a reputable breeder. My mother? She was a famous horse, what it was she was famous for I can't really say I remember, she wasn't one to constantly talk about it. She didn't constantly talk now that I think about it. I had a good number of seasons as a foal, can't complain. Our human was a doll who always brought nothing but the best food, and the pastures tasted so sweet my mouth still waters at the memory.

Mae was a pureblooded Shire, bred for the labors of pulling carts, helping with the ploughing of the farmlands... all in all, the usual Shire activities. Her father, Kenelop, was a well known stud from one of the best breeders in the continent. Her mother, Crystal, unlike her father, was a show horse. She was a first class horse, with all of the demands of the breed met to perfection. A dapple gray mother and a bay father, Mae was a black filly with very common markings on shires. This didn't make her get any less attention however, as her elegant gait even as a foal made her lineage obvious.

As with all foals however, the time came for me to be taught how to get used to being in harness. I must admit, that was horrible. I hated the heavy feel of it, and the way they kept making me pull things such as carts or wagons. The worst was when I was being ridden at the same time. Of course, in time, I got used to it, and actually got to enjoy it.

At two years, Mae was taught to get into harness, both work harness and riding harness. With her mother's coaxing and patience, the young shire soon got the hang of them, and looked forward to her daily lessons on proper walking and on how to manage the weight of a plough. The one thing Mae was never particularly fond off was the small bows that messed her mane every time they placed them on her, however, she would let them place them on her without so much as a grunt, knowing that proper behavior would be rewarded with kind words and treatment afterwards.

Then, as life goes, I eventually changed owners. I was bought by a rather eccentric old man whom seemed to have no real use for me other than showing me off in his stable. The change of scenery wasn't all that bad. I had friends in that stable, a feisty Arabian, a handsome Shire, and a rather funny Fjord. Their names? They aren't really important I suppose. It was such a long time ago.

At a little before her three years of age, Mae was finally sold to her first master, a wealthy horse fanatic whom at old age had started keeping horses he liked in his own private stables for the pleasure of their company. The Arabian, Ginger, had been his first horse, a rescue horse who had never gotten quite over her past life and never got to trust humans much, although even she had a soft spot for the old man. The Shire, who went by the name of Shemlork, was a black Shire just like Mae, with just a year over her. Unlike her, he was a bit on the stubborn side, but he was never fierce or unkind. Finally, the Fjord, a chatty bloke by the name of Luke, was one of the higlights of the stable. Always getting in trouble, but never for long as his antics usually got the old man and the stable grooms laughing along with his happy neighs. Together, they were Mae's second family, and possibly the one she cherished the most in her youth.

A couple of years after I was bought by the old man, he passed away, and things changed... drastically. His son, a cruel man, took over. Having no use for his father's horses, he sold us off respectively. I hear that the Arabian went to the racing track, but was shot down when she fell and broke her legs. I never heard of Shemlork again.

At the age of seven, the old man passed away from illness, and his one son took over his residence. Lacking the old man's gentle nature, his son quickly disposed of the horses, finding no financial gain in them other than what he would make from their buyers. Ginger, due to her own lineage, ended up as a race horse. Shemlork was sold to a barn as a plough horse, and Luke was bought by a horse instructing school as one of the school horses.

Me? Well, I was sold off to a lady with a bit of a temper. She investigated me thoroughly before giving me a home, a home which was not fit for a horse of my stature. I doubt even that little Fjord would have been comfortable in such a stable. None the less, I behaved myself, knowing I could have been off much worse. In return, I got food, water, and shelter from the rain. The lady, however, did something no other owner of mine had ever done. She took me places, made me train for some competitions, dressage I believe they called them. She also made sure I stood out in a crowd. My mane and tail would be dyed in red and white, as well as my rump with intricate designs.

Being a well bred shire, Mae attracted a rather eccentric dressage competitor towards her. She didn't have a reputation for keeping her horses in the best of conditions, as a result, her horses tended to barely be eligible for competition, although she always made sure that the got in. Mae was no exception to her training and treatment, and thanks to her calm disposition, eventually made even her new master gain a soft spot for her, leading to a calmer life and actually enjoyable competitions.

As the years went by, I grew older, and competitions started being a bit of a drag. As that time came, I was eventually sold off. I must admit, I was rather hurt at first. After all I had done, I would have thought that I would have been treated better at the end. However, soon I realized that being sold was probably the best thing that had happened to me.

As she grew older, Mae was sold off to a riding school, and soon found herself back with her old friend, Luke. Together they spoke of the older days, and laughed at the antiques of a young Sheltie that seemed to think it was his life's mission to steal the student's lunches and create havoc in the harness closet. While she missed the grandness of the competition grounds, she would never replace her new life here, with the kids still dyeing her mane and tail, and with the constant patting that would follow the everyday lessons.

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

Pet's ID Tag:
Kennel Twenty-Six Sanka
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Dazurai (Dah-zoo-ray)
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
Recently I've toyed with the name Dazurai and thought about making a character with it, kind of a foreignish character but when I did make the character, my computer got a virus and I lost the one pic I had of her. I was looking through your kennels for a possible different character and found Sanka and thought that the design would make a good Dazurai design.
History/Background/Other:
"Dazurai. Dazurai. Dazurai!! Wake up." A sharp voice barked from somewhere to Dazurai's right. Dazurai woke up and shook her head barking. She hated being in these kennels more than anything in the world but hey, there was talk of a save the world mission. It sounded interesting but how could anyone know if it was the real deal. The sharp tapping of high heeled shoes came down the corrider and all the dogs and cats in the kennels sat up, alert. Dazurai watched the woman that was dressed in black as she ran her manicured nails along the cage bars, making several dogs jump at the cage door when the woman passed. She paused, about four cages to the right of Dazurai. The she-cat in the kennel straightened up her posture and held her chin high in hopes of getting chosen. The woman shook her head at the she-cat and went the next four cages and paused at the cage column. The woman scanned the column starting from the top and slowly working her way to Dazurai's cage which was fourth down from the top. The woman paused at the cage above Dazurai and she could hear the doberman pinscher above her inhale sharplyl. The doberman's name was Spike and he knew his stuff but sometimes he was a bit off task and could get in major trouble. The woman shook her head and went on. She paused again at Dazurai and shook her head before going and unlocking Spike's cage and then unlocking the she-cat's, Zuri, cage and finally unlocked Dazurai's cage. She pulled Spike down and leashed him and put a muzzle on him. Next, the woman grabbed Zuri and put her on a harnessed leash before grabbing Dazurai and putting her on a leash without bothering to put a muzzle on her. The woman took the two dogs and cat into the green room where the boss sat behind the desk that seperated the big seat from the seat that the boss sat in and the seats that the dogs and cat would sit in. The woman would stand to the side during the briefing. Rumor had it that the woman was the boss's wife but that was hear say so no one truely believed it. The woman closed the door and the briefing began. Ten minutes later, the trio emerged from the green room and started down the hall. Spike no longer had on a muzzle so he was talking animatedly while Zuri was listening but Dazurai didn't listen, she was focused on the mission ahead. She, along with Spike and Zuri would have the biggest mission, most important.

(this may be the end but it may not be.)


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

Gah~ o3o Total work in progress! <33


pet's ID tag:
#36. [Number thirty-six]

image of pet:


reason you want it:
I do not have any feline characters and that I've actually been looking for some. When browsing through the Agency's kennels, I saw this boy, Fiore. At first, I would stare at him for minutes at a time, trying to debate if I wanted this boy. But, when I saw this revamp, I fell head over heels for him. His design is just perfect for the story I've had planned, and all the other revamps helped me create his story. I have so many text to text and text to self connections, that it's almost strange. He reminds me of a kitten with my life. It's quite exciting to know that there is something out there with a life like mine. It entertains me.

Also, he design is /gorgeous/. I love the pallet of the oranges and the white is such a simple but pretty accent. The markings on him are so simple, that they seem natural, and I adore normal designs, or designs that you could find in nature. This pleases my eye, and strangely relaxes me. He makes me smile.

I think it would also be a great experiance to write about him because I've never written a story of a cat. Just dogs and humans. I enjoy typing very much, and I could have plots with him and his persian companion. I feel so intertwined with this story and Raisu, which only makes me more and more close to him.


name you'd choose for it:
Raisu. Meaning 'rice' in Japanese. Pronouced 'rye-soo'.

alias':
Rai, Raisu-chan, Raisu-kun, Susu. All pet names for Raisu, and honorific versions of his real name. Pronounced as so: 'rye, rye-soo chan, rye-soo kuhn, soo-soo'.

gender:
Male, however his master's daughter refers to him as 'she', but only when he is being forced to be a maiden at a tea-party. Sometimes he is often mistaken for a female because he lacks the grown maturity of a tom because he is not thrown in with the speed of Earth.

age:
He's a little over one and a half, so he's almost at his physical maturity point. In human years, he'd be almost twenty.

species:
A European Shorthair.

habitat:
An apartment in Tokoyo, Japan with his master and his master's family.


personality:
Raisu is a curious cat that just wants to know the whole world. He's michevious, but not intentionally. Usually it's just his regular agenda of snooping around the suburban neighborhood where the apartment is settled. Rai is constantly getting into trouble because he tends to wander off and get into things just because he wonders what they are. He doesn't ever like getting in trouble because his punishment, like his master's daughter, and a firm spank and thrown in a room, locked away. However, since the poor cat is quite oblivous and sometimes quite unfocused, he'll end up finding something to amuse him in the room, which of course only gets him in more trouble.

Still, Raisu has the biggest heart any feline could attain. He doesn't care if you beat him to death, he'll still love you with all his heart. This makes him a very loyal tom, usually always keeping watch on the youngsters because he feels that this, this "babysitting" is his job. Though he makes the very best of it and usually ends up as a fairy princess.

Susu is a naive kitty, never quite paying attention, there's always something else on his mind. He is determind to complete whatever he started, even if it demands setting something back in his schedule. Very perserverant, Rai would never give up. A courageous cat that doesn't not know how to stop, but knows when to keep going.

likes and dislikes:

likes-
Raisu likes many things because of his big heart, but he adores family the most. His life with his has been very happy and peaceful, because he knows that his owners love and care for him. Rai enjoys being with them all around and simply being patted because of a good deed he has done. The tom respects and appreciates what they have done for him by taking him in, and with forever let them hold that over his head if it is needed.

dislikes-
Raisu hates riots. He detests pain, despises hatred towards others, he simply doesn't appreciate anything cruel in the world. Susu doesn't understand all the bad in the world, and doesn't get why is has to be there. 'Just dissapear' he says to it. The tom fears the most that this pain, this hatred, with break up his most prized possesion; his family.


history:
[white persian + adventure]

The small orange kitten was seized by a teenager, who cooed over the silky fur and newly opened spring green eyes staring back up at him. The gleam of the fresh white fur dappling the head of the tom, covering two paws and the soft, frail belly of the newborn. The young man rubbed the skull of the creature gingerly and tucked the kitten deep into his black wool coat. He ran off, removing himself from the park where he found the kit laying in the grass, alone and desperate.

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“Mom!!” The young boy shouted as he threw himself into the apartment door.

“Yes, what is it, Kunio?” The mother replied, still focusing on the rice cooking in the steamer. The child shoved his hands into his coat and gently pulled out the kitten that had fallen asleep. The mother turned to look at her son and saw this invader, this pest, in her child’s hands.

“Kunio!” She screamed, “What is this thing?! Where have you brought it from?”

“Mom, Mom, calm down. It’s just a little kitten.” He stroked the feline’s fur. “Can we keep him?” He glanced back up at his shaking mother. “Please?” The woman sighed, and ended her quivering. She stared at the cat; it was so small, obviously the runt of the litter, and cocked her head. Her son was holding the creature so softly as if he could crush it with a single poke.

“We’ll have to talk to your father,” she gave in. Kunio’s mouth opened wide, and he ran over to his mother, embracing her, keeping the kitten out of the way. Kaori, the mom, chuckled.


“Kaori, do you think we can afford this cat?! I’m working full-time each and every day, and we can still hardly pay our bills! And Kunio with have to go with your parents because of this!” He noted his wife’s large stomach, and the sleeping baby forming inside. “You know they’re allergic, what are we supposed to do with it then?!” Ukon shouted. Kaori kept her head down.

“It’s so fragile, Ukon. It won’t last another day without him,” she mumbled. Her spouse sighed as he rubbed his temples.

“Fine. Fine, he can keep the cat. But you must search for a job, because I cannot make enough for the pest,” the male grumbled. “But it will go to her when he moves out and into your parents’ custody.” Kaori nodded and rubbed her belly; the baby girl inside was due soon…

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“Thank you, Kunio will be so happy.” Ukon’s wife stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, then turned and waddled to her son’s room. It was a modern room full of black, boxy furniture and beige carpet and pale blue walls. A seemingly cozy room, it was often clean due to Kunio’s organized nature.

“Mom,” Kunio smiled, petting the purring kitten on the comforter set on the bed. “What is the news?” He stared at his mother and grasped the small kitten, cradling it in his arms.

“Your father says it is alright.” Kunio squealed with joy and rushed over to his mother with a hug, and showed her the kitten once more. “But I must find a job, and it will go to your sister when you move out,” Kaori added.

“Yes, yes, that is fine. Do you want to know his name? Well do you—do you?” Kunio practically jumped up and down with the tom suddenly aware of the event. Kaori didn’t get to respond before her son began talking once more. “It is Raisu, y’know, rice? Because when I came home, you were cooking rice.” His mother laughed and patted Raisu’s head.

“Very pretty,” Kaori giggled, kissing Raisu’s skull. “Raisu, Rai, dear Susu, Susu~” She sang happily. Her son laughed in
response, and the two plus Raisu danced the whole night away.

----

“C’mon, Abura! We must hurry before the Fish Market opens!” Raisu meowed to his chubby white Persian friend. The bigger cat was gasping for air behind Rai, his stubby legs barely able to keep up. But the thought of fish made him go one. Normally every day the two felines would get to the Fish Market before they opened, and they’d both be given some spam for no charge on their owners. However, today Abura had slept in and made them lag behind on their agenda.

“I-can’t-run-any-more!” Abura gagged. Raisu rolled his eyes and rushed onward, knowing his friend would get to the Fish Market eventually. He zipped along the tar roads and turned a corner, nearing the marker. He could smell the fresh fish—oooh how he loved it.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. Of course; I am even very close to Ninjutsu, so if anything impossible happens, I can notify her, or vice versa. Rare scenario~

Pet's ID Tag:
#61

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Name You'd Choose for It:
Azeleigh
(Ah-say-lay)

Gender:
Female

Reason You Want It:

I have long wanted a feline character, and her simplicity called to me. She seemed to be hiding a dark past, and yet she was peaceful. She is the perfect character to involve in a story, which I have been longing to do. She looks wise, and intelligent.
Her story will continue to grow<3


History/Background/Other:


Aze stepped through the ruins of what once was her magnificent home. Illustrious even. She had been a great symbol of power, a leader among her people. Her people. They were gone now, many dead, all others fled. She was their “shaman” as she had heard the humans call her type. She was firstly known as a healer, one who knew the ancient ways to treat wound, to seek out disease before it festers. Secondly, she was known for her reverence to the dead. It was rumored she could communicate with the souls of the departed. She had always smirked at that.

She fondly remembered a young kitten that had come to her earlier; before the destruction. He had only had a small ear infection, but his mother had been frightfully shaken, afraid for disease in her child. His grateful nuzzle was naught but a bittersweet memory now.

The humans, unable to comprehend anything beyond their own minds, had only seen their home as a condemned building. Curse their simple mindedness. She had been on the roof, watching as the sun appeared over the horizon, lighting up the world. As they came, she had run, as fast as her feet would carry her, to alert the others. The building began to fall before she could utter the words. The terror and shock could be smelled on every pelt, as some managed to escape as the building had creaked, but the elderly and the young had not been so lucky. Mothers had struggled to carry their litters, the elderly stumbling throughout the falling debris.

Grief overcame her. She knew not where she would go from here. The few survivors had fled to the higher grounds, the hills seen in the far distance – away from humans and their destruction.

It was in her blood, the healing. But here, she could feel the presence of the ones who could never leave. Not communicate – as the superstitious of her people claimed – but simply feel the presence. Strangely, what she felt was not a feeling or revenge, or anger. It was peaceful. They were at peace. They had died, given their lives to save those dear, and had died with honor with those they loved.

She would not wander. She would stay here, her home. Give the dead a proper last goodbye, a burial. Then, perhaps she would follow into the hills. But for now, she was at peace.


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

Yes<333


I'm not sure if it was necessary, but I have PMed the donor for permission to adopt. I haven't gotten a reply. ^^

Pet's ID Tag:
97
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Yun
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
Well, other than the fact that he's absolutely gorgeous, I've always had a taste for tribal markings and Wesley's markings are one of the nicest I've ever seen. I have a strong connection with him and there's just that spark that tells me he's meant to be mine. I've been trying to limit myself to stop getting characters xD, but he's really too gorgeous and of course he will be well cared for. I can already envision a human form and accessories and all that fun stuff haha xD
History/Background/Other:
Basic Info /
> Name: Commonly referred to as Yun
> Status: The Second God of the Ten Gates
> Age: Infinite
> Relatives: None

Likes:
> Sweets. It is usually uncommon for God of the Ten Gates to enjoy sweets, however Yun often finds himself addicted to them. He is usually eating sweets whenever he is not on duty.
> Rain on Sunny Days. Despite usually being a very arrogant, self-centered guy, Yun does enjoy a nice rainbow. Who doesn't? xD It reminds him that the world isn't always so bad. And the way sunlight reflects off the raindrops brightens up his whole mood.
> Tea and Ramen. His most favorite foods~
> Diligent Subjects (Shinsen). He commands respect for his Shinsen, and treats them fairly. When they are diligent, he is satisfied and likes the feeling of having good subjects.
> Looking Cool like a boss~ |D

Dislikes:
> Practically everything else. He gets ticked off easily even though he isn't really angry, he tends to feign anger and have small fits of annoyance. It's easy to irritate him quickly so don't get on his bad side~ ;3

Personality /
As the God that rules over divine justice, he is the one that decides most deaths. It is a tough job that was made him merciless and almost heartless. However, he does care over his subjects (those that must pay their price) that are essentially "dead". They help him reap the souls of the already dead and in doing so can atone for their sins and return to the world of the living. He is truly a passionate and kind person that does what he does for the good of the world. He teaches the mortals humility and humbleness upon other living beings. Sometimes he can be quite arrogant and self-centered, ignorant of all others but himself and his immediate subjects (called his Shinsen). Still, he is a dutiful god that performs his duties diligently.

Backstory (from the point of view of Rin, a soon-to-be Shinsen) /
if you provoke me, i'll definitely devour you
as if hit by a raging storm, you can't breath, without rest
oh, my secret alone that drags you along
uneasy whirlpools that are born in here
the strong shock that was veiled reaches for you

"My name means nothing to a dead dog." He drawled out his words calmly, arrogance dripping over his voice, as the creature swept in towards me. Before I knew it, the crunch of broken bone rang in the icy air and hot blood stained my pelt. Shock stunned me as I stared at my own leg covered in dark red, almost snapped in half. The intent circle of wolves surrounding us froze in anticipation. In that millisecond, he had pounced back a foot and stared at me, expressionless. Pain suddenly slammed into me, sending waves of unspeakable terror through my body. I collapsed in the snow writhing in torturous spasms that only made my fear worse. The wolves suddenly came alive from their stillness. I felt the fur of the bloodthirsty demons as they tore my very flesh off my bones. The pain was nothing, my body ceased to feel pain any longer. I spied through my faint vision, the one that had dueled me. The creature continued to stare at me, expressionless. I felt myself become numb as my vision blurred. Struggling to see him once more and somehow learn the name of my killer, I whined desperately.

Without warning, the world around me filled with immense light. I saw this creature clearly for the first time, for what he truly was. A pelt of white ornate markings that seemed to move on their own whim, floating in a sea of dark brown, the color of the earth itself. Eyes that pierced my very soul, the immense blue that captured my mind as if the skies, oceans, seas, and life were all within them. It was then that his name came to me.

This creature, not feline nor canine, nor any other species known to me, was another thing on his own.

He was Yun. The legendary hero of the east.
He was Yun. The divine justice.
He was Yun. God of the Second Gate.

With this epiphany, a flash flickered over my eyes. I was back amongst the snow in a pool of blood. The wolves retreated at the flick of the great god's tail. Their snouts, coated in blood, their eyes gleaming with hunger, and their fur standing up on end in patience to strike.

The God, Yun, moved slowly, almost rhythmically towards me. His mouth opened, that drawling arrogant voice echoing in my mind as he spoke.

"Receive your judgement with grace, and pay the debts of your crimes. " He stopped a step before me. I felt the last of my breath escape my lips as his paw raised above my shuddering head. The wolves around me disappeared in a flash, leaving only scraps of red paper. As my eyes closed, I felt myself fading away. The pain numbed as my soul seemed to float away from my wretched body. I seemed to be disappearing like those wolves. I looked down onto the snow where my body was. Nothing was there, except some slips of red paper.

All went black.

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

Pet's ID Tag: 106
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It: Heather
Gender: female
Reason You Want It: I had seen several pets I liked that were before her. When I got to her she stood out to me. I immediately knew that she was the one for me. Her design is very simple for me to draw and won't be hard for other arts I ask for of her. She seems to come to me like she is apart of me. I was thinking about her for a couple of days and new that she was the ONLY one. I even had a couple dreams where she was in it. She seemed to be calling to me. I joted down a drawing of her and i can see her come to life. I officially know that she is the one and only. I also noticed how her heart near her eye made her look even cuter than with out it. It is funny because I like to put a heart there near my eye also. In away we are the same.
History/Background/Other: She was born in the deep woods. She had a simple life style until the hunters killed her dad and mom. She ran away in fear and was abe to escape the hunters. She lived a hard life looking for places to run and hide from hunters. It was also hard to dodge the hunters that hunted from planes. In her later life she came into an area where hunters are not aloud to hunt. She had been a loner and was doing things on her own. She realized that she can't depend on herself and started looking for a pack that would accept her into their family.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I promise from the bottom of my heart that I will forever take care of her!

Pet's ID Tag:#120
Image of pet: at top
Name You'd Choose for It: Perdita (( Latin for Lost ))
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: the design is different, which caught my eyes, has the punk scene kind of design.
History/Background/Other:
Breed: Punk wolf
Age; about 2 years old
Personality: Perdita is loving and vary understanding, independent, she is vary protective, and friendly but when she meets some one new her guard is all ways up.
History:
Perdita had one sister, her parents spent more time with her sister then both of them, and Perdita was all ways last. Perdita sister was the apple of her parents eyes. After year her parents was training her sister to become the next alpha, most other wolves thought Perdita was jealous of her sister, but she was not. One day Perdita and her sister was out walking in the woods, when some big black figure walked out in front of them, and attacked them. Perdita's sister got slammed into the ground and Perdita got thrown into the side of a tree. The monster when after Perdita's sister, Perdita got up her body screamed in pain, but Perdita pushed on to save her sister. Perdita jumped at the monster with jaws open wide, she landed her jaws on the monster's neck, and monster roared out and slung Perdita off. The pack heard the fighting going on and they ran to them. Perdita shacked off the pain and attacked the monster ageen. The monster slapped Perdita with it's mighty paws to the ground. Perdita tried to get back up but her body could not. She yelled to her sister that was knocked out, trying to awake her, but it was to late the monster killed her sister and she had to watch the all of it. The monster the turned to Perdita ready to kill her but was stopped by the sound of the pack coming. The monster vanished like it had never been there, Perdita's body finally manged to get up, and she walked over to her sister. Her eyes filled with tears. The pack finely got there, they stopped looking at Perdita and the body of her dead sister. Perdita fur was covered in blood and her sister's was to. A tear fell from her eyes, Perdita's parents walked up from out of the pack, and her mom ran to her sister's lifeless body. Her mom growled at Perdita to get back. Through the packs eyes and Perdita's parents eyes it look like Perdita had killed her sister. The pack chased Perdita out passed the border of the territory. Perdita was never to return to the pack.
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I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. yes

[A.K.A Raptor]

did i get luna

[The Agency]

did i get luna

First, if you check in the code-drop, you can see you didn't. As to why, you should fluff up your form more than that if you really want the character. Take a look at the forms from the last code-drop to help you

[iRabid Coffee]

Thank you for Dazurai. You can garentee that she will be used quite often.

[azalea]

Thank you so much for Yun ^^
I'll definitely take good care of him <3

[Nawee]

Glad you guys are happy with your new characters ^^ Give them love!