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[gemini_girl]

Can I ask that the characters I have recieved from here be plced up for adoption again , Im trying to cut back on characters. I saw they where still listed on the page with owners.

[Tammanae]

Can I ask that the characters I have recieved from here be plced up for adoption again , Im trying to cut back on characters. I saw they where still listed on the page with owners.

If you want to place a character up for adoption again, then you must fill in the form to re-donate. Donations are closed right now however, so you will have to wait for their to be kennel spaces available and the Agency re-opens in order to do so. ;3

[khnite]

Revamp time. o3o
Kennel number 22
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where you got the lineart From me. OuO

[FallenFromStBarts]

Pet's ID Tag: 50
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It: Since she has no name, I wound name her either Trixie or Kassey
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I would love to rp her! I can see her personality now! She has a beautiful simple design and I would love to make her come to life! I searched all the pets and she stood out to me!
History/Background/Other: Trixie/ Kassey was born into a nice family. Her Parents lived with humans. The humans would take Trixie/Kassey to the dog show every month because she was the prettiest dog in town. Trixie/Kassey got lost in one of the giant buildings that a dog show was in. She found herself walking outside. The humans didn't seem to notice her. She was almost trampled when she hid under one of the tables with table clothe hanging from it. As soon as the dog show was over and all the humans were gone, she walked outside to find that her humans had left. She cried feeling very alone. She prepared herslef for life as an alley dog.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I cross my heart!!!! I love her!

[ika;]

I've finished my form for #88 c:

[June Bug]

Sorry about being really late on the drop, my browser was having some sort of stupid freakout and kept making me reload it so I'd lose all my progress. >_>;
It seems to be fine now though, so it'll be finished asap~

[The Agency]

Code Drop~

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MiiChan - Please bulk up your form a little more.

*amber* - Did you PM Gwen Trix?

GroovieDog - Please get permission to adopt as requested.

Pet's ID Tag:
Kennel 35

Image of pet

Name You'd Choose for It:
Ty

Gender:
Female

Reason You Want It:
Ty is an astounding wolf with her charming colors. When I was looking through the kennels, I coudn't take my eyes off of her! Her personality seems very tom-boyish. But there are swirls of girly in her. She seems like a fun girl that is very delicate but also very daring but a little bit timid. The flare's of the colors are very catchy. I love the little heart on her chest and how it's so delicately drawn as if by a pencil. Her name is not short for anything but Ty. <3

History/Background/Other:
Ty grew up in a orphange type of building. There were other pups but none have ever been taken excpet for few. Ty was not an orphan though. Her mother had died though of some sort of cancer. Her father had taken sick after that, but soon recovered. Later on, a stepmother came into the picture. She was like the typical stepmother. Mean when he wasn't around, all sugary sweet when he was. Soon, she learned she was with child and did not want her pups to lack any attention. She carried Ty to the dark gloomy building and dropped her on the steps. She then turned and ran a different way, no doubt heading home. If her father had any sense of smell, she thought a she curled up on the doorstep, he would smell the scent of her on her stepmother's fur.

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

lirrie- sadly we can not allow music as a form of “personality,” or history, you must explain it in your own words.

Lol yesh i realize i was having connection problems all this week can i jut qoute my form for next week? (if i cant ill delete it)

Pet's ID Tag: Kennel 6


Name You'd Choose for It: Autumn Spirit


Gender: Female


Reason You Want It:

I saw autum spirit and the minute I did I was drawn it, I think it was almost every day I would come one to see if she was up yet. The minute I saw her I was pming the donator for premition to adopt her. She was natural and I love natural characters, but she also held an air of magic around her. I didn't mind that her name gender and breed couldn't change and in fact that drug me more to her. Here was a character with a breed, gender and name that I could mold around. Of course the breed was harder so I ended up researching both breeds (info later in the form.)

History/Background/Other:



Basics



Name: Autumn Spirit
Age: 3 years Old
Gender: Filly
Adopted Father: Choclate Spirits
Adoptive Mother: Crystal Spyrals
Sensie: Enya
Job: In Training Guardian
Breed: Paint Quarter Horse

(snipped for size)

Phisically

She is physically able to take care of herself in a fight against anyone. If she has to fight or run away she is capable of doing it and hardly anything will be able to stop her. She has gained speed and stamina by training and running, and muscles by training with he teacher. She is neither to thin nor too fat, but just the right size to be physically healthy. All and all she is solid in the physical area.


Personality:


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Likes:

Training
Protecting
Running
Her foster Parents
Enya
The herd

Disikes:

Her family hurt
Solitude
Storms
Big cats
Enya hurt


History

Born to a herd in the peek of Autumn, she gained her name as well as her birthright. She was to be a guardian, one of the most valued position in her herd. Her teacher was to be Enya a high guardian and the highest ranked one of the herd. Enya was said to have powers even most unicorns didn't have. Spirits training could not begin until she was older however, she was to be able to enjoy her foal-hood until she was two then she'd start her training.

Her foal-hood at first was one of great joy, she had everything a foal could want of need. Then her mother died, it was not known how it happened. Some say she was shot after going to close to the border others say she was poisened and wandered back before dieing. All that was know was Spirits was now a young filly with know mother to call on for advice. In those days Spirits wandered around, avoiding most of the other foals. Enya saw this and decided to take the filly in raising her as her own.

Now Enya was not a young mare but she had had a few foals in her lifetime, as well as lost a few so she was no stranger to greif. She knew how it was to lose someone and knew Spirits grief was probally deep, to loose a foal was one thing to loose a parent was another. She wished the young filly had not had to go what she had in such a short amount of time.

For several months Enya raised the young filly as her own, then one of the couples last there foal to a wolf. Horrible as the accident was it meant that the pair could now Raise spirits. Chocolate Spirit's and Crystal Spirals though burdened with grief over there lost foal stepped up ready to care for spirits. She grew up with her foster parents but she never forgot the kindness enya had shown her.

Story:

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Permission

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

Pet's ID Tag: 57
Image of pet
Name ;; Ina
Gender ;; Female {Mare}
Reason You Want It ;;
Ina has a beautiful colour pallet and simplet yet lovely design<3
She looks like some kind of futuristic warrior horse to me, which I simple
adore :3
Personality ;;
A happy extrovert she loves power, not as a leader of others
but as the one completely in charge of others. She is sincere, honorable, and magnanimous, proud
and impatient with those who would dare to question her intentions or motives.
She is generally dignified and positive.
HShe is also philosophical, forceful, and demonstrative.
Because she is assured, she demonstrates faith, hope, and fortitude. She is apt to be overly energetic and lavish
in expenditure of energy and money when her sympathy is aroused.
She is usually a popular person socially, even tempered but quick to anger if her pride is hurt. Ever facing as she is she is sometimes super-optimistic. She is powerful, commanding, and king-like in her determinations and ambitions.
Although deeply emotional she can triumph over her wrong desires. She trusts those who believe in her, until she is betrayed or deceived. She always aims for the stars and with her determination and self confidence Ina usually gets there. She is rarely ever deceptive or secretive. She can resist illness and recuperate from fatigue quickly. She has a superabundance of vitality and wonderful physique.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. But of course ^^

.The Facts.
[.Pet's Tag] ~88~
[.Name I'd Choose For Her] Sierra. {See-Air-Uh}
[.Gender] Female.
[.Her Species] Belgian Malinois. {Domestic Dog}
[.Born In] Egypt.

[.Reason I'd Like Her] Ever since she was donated with her old image, I'd really loved her natural design and concept- But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of anything to use her in, and I didn't want such a beautiful character to go to waste. Now I've finished my small series of ficton stories involving my characters, I'm free to write again, and yesterday while on the train I came up with an idea for a triology of short novels involving canines. As I was briefly sketching out the characters, I realized I needed a female canine protagonist, and my mind instantly was drawn back to Sierra. She would be the star of each story -which when finished I'd love to approach publishers with- and would post on CS for everyone to read. She would be loved, and truly cherished if I got her.

.Personality- Know Her.

Sierra is a sweet, charming female, but she can have her days, like everyone, where she can be nasty, and to put it lightly, very scary. Because of her lean, fast build, Sierra doesn't get threatened easy, which means she's not afraid to speak her mind or do what she pleases. If she thinks you're not a good person, or you do something to get on her bad side, she won't hesitate to drive you into the ground. She fiercely sticks up for what she thinks is right, and she won't back down until she figures you've earned an equal punishment to the same degree of whatever it was that you may have done. This being said, she would never go out of his way to hurt somebody if they did nothing to deserve it, she must be motivated to do something like that.

Sierra is also a very loyal, proud and determined canine. If you earn her respect, she will look out and protect you however best she can. Depending on her mood, and what is going on around her, Sierra can be a very easy-going soul, she enjoys good company, and a good laugh, she also enjoys just relaxing by herself. She will only keep a select handful of close friends, and it is these who she will protect with her life. She does not usually hold grudges, and will most likely forgive you for anything you ask forgiveness for, unless she sees it as a completely despicable crime.

On top of Sierra's other traits, she can also a very distant canine. She lapses into these moments where she is lost in her own head, and she can't seem to get out. This can happen while she is in the company of others, or while she is by herself, she believes it is caused by her highly sensitive and imaginative ways. Sometimes her thoughts will just be pulled so deep into herself, she will lose the time around her, and merely swim in her own head, marvel at small thoughts which would be meaningless to her at any other time. She believes that the this can sometimes even have a reverse effect on herself, and make her obliged to do things she would normally choose against, because she was born with this strange way, she can sometimes control the manipulation it tries to lay over herself, but sometimes the urge becomes to strong.

Overall, Sierra is a beautiful soul- calm and soothing in the way that she seems to own the persona of gentleness and devotion.

.History- Her Tracks {Told as anthro}

“Even if everything else is lost, little Sierra, you must always remember the sea. Even if you feel you have nobody, and you may not, but to look into the sea and gaze unto one’s reflection there- well, that will give you all the answers you need in this world and your next. Promise your mother that if you are to remember at least one thing about me, it shall be that. Promise me.”

Fearful green eyes so painfully familiar watched her with untold acceptance. Yet the little girl with the bright eyes still cried. She’d never been one for crying, but now it seemed necessary, mandatory to sit here and cry for her mother who was dying in front of her. Even more requisite to cry, because the little girl herself had killed her.

“I promise.”

It was a dark night. The moonlight gleamed and danced in the puddles of collected rainwater on the street like a firefly trapped in a glass. Stars glimmered faintly from somewhere high above. A perfect night in monochrome, but for the girl with the red bandana. It was not bright enough for contrast, but it still added a slick of colour- it broke the serenity of the scene. She strode proudly through the deserted roads, past the towering houses, her head high but her features gracefully concealed by the sudden onset of darkness. As she walked, her hands rested by her sides, one grasping the hilt of something unmentionable, something that glittered as darkly as the pitiless eyes of a predator. The smooth object in her hands was drawn now, her fingers occasionally skimming across it, caressing the blade like the mother of a child. A strange aura surrounded the pair, an odd reliance that though the blade would protect her, she too wished to defend this precious object.

The cobbled street shone like a fire burned within it, and this was not a far off comparison. The street lamps still hung, cradling their precious flame in glass arms- but soon even they would fade. But not yet. There was still enough light for the girl with the bright eyes to move without difficulty through the emptiness of Comb Street.

The girl slowed to a steady stop, something about her movements calculating and deliberate, she was in complete control of herself- which was a rare feat for a woman out alone as late as this. The careful sound of her breath outwards could be heard from where the man stood, giving her away in courtesy of the silent night. He too, glanced around guiltily, before squaring his shoulders and prowling towards her.

It was clear that she saw his arrival long before he had reached her, for her head snapped upwards, tearing her loving gaze from the dagger she held in an uncannily fluent movement. Her eyes glinted with a steely detachment as the distance between them closed and he stood before her. She lifted a hand to fasten the knot of her bandana, tightening it around her head in a sly movement clearly aimed to distract. The man observed her with a frown that held an uneasy knowledge, and she hissed quietly, dropping her fingers.

“You have it, I assume. You would have made a bold mistake to arrive without it.” His voice carried through the air with vivid clarity, and if the woman were any other she may have glanced to the nearby windows, concerned to wake the sleeping townspeople. She tossed her head irritably, a reply that could be considered foolish, or extremely proud at the least. “Your apparent forgetfulness is convenient, is it not? Because by the way you feel the urge to touch that pathetic excuse for a weapon at your side as frequently as you do, even a blind man could tell you are intimidated by me.” Her voice was liquid velvet; a purr that may have been seductive if her dark eyes had not began to flash ominously from underneath her fringe. A hint of satisfaction tainted the air between them, and she continued. “Do not make the grave error of mistaking me for one of the pretty girls you drink dry and throw out onto the streets. Of course I have it.” Her voice had turned sharp, dangerous. For the briefest of seconds, the man stood mesmerised, like a mouse in the sights of a cobra, and then he recovered- quickly. “Just who exactly do you believe yourself to be?” He snapped, grasping her wrist and tugging her towards him. “And just who exactly happens to be keeping you alive, here?” Neither of his questions required answers, she decided. Moving so swiftly that she could not even have thought through what she was doing, the woman raised her other had and struck him so hard in the face that he gave a painful cry, immediately releasing her and staggering backwards; cupping his nose in one hand, using the other to balance himself.

Before he could utter a word, she reached into the satchel on her belt, and pulled out a drawstring bag that clinked as it moved. With a disgusted laugh she hurled it at him. It fell too early for him to catch it, thudding so forcefully onto the cobbled stone road that its contents spewed open. Golden coins caught the shine of the moon as they spilled out. “Goodbye, Daniel.”She smiled grimly, gesturing at the pretty mess around him. “Clean that up.” Abruptly, she spun on her heels and stalked away.
Daniel, still cradling his face in shock, whistled softly. “Goodbye. You’re still as puzzling as when I first met you.”

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Sierra moved quickly, as close to running as she could without drawing attention. Of course, she still stood out like a coal in snow- a woman like her risked a great deal being out at this time. Her footsteps echoed with a muted exuberance, she knew she’d be safe for the night; maybe this way she could get some sleep. As if the mere thought could take its toll on her, her eyes suddenly began a dull ache, eyelids drooping as she fought for them to stay open. Not long now. Not much further. She told herself, rolling her shoulders back and shivering a little. Having worn the same torn shirt for the past few days- she lost count of just how many days she’d been here- the idea of warmer clothing had grown its appeal. The shirt wasn’t even hers. Remembering the smug expression on Daniel’s face as she’d run out of thread to sew her own together, Cruce hissed softly- the sound seeming strangely natural in the dead looking town around her.

Mist had started to curl and writhe from the stone slats, illuminated by the gradually dimming glow of the streetlights. Sierra slunk through it, her jaw set as she turned noiselessly into the final road that if followed, would lead directly to the river that supported the trading barges that floated like generous ghosts but for the warm breath of the horses that pulled them. But even more satisfying, follow the river, and you would find the sea. Inside her, Sierra’s heart fluttered weakly, hopelessly optimistic. She would be there soon enough, once she’d finished with Daniel. Instead of heading to the river, as she so strongly desired, Cruce took a sharp left, and found herself staring at the feeble lean-to behind the first row of houses. “Slimy...” She muttered to herself. When Daniel had approached her, claiming to have the ideal place for her to hide for a few days, she thought she had gotten lucky. A shady little place, behind the first line of houses, no-one has any incentive to go there. Yes, that’s what he had described to her. And right they’d have no incentive.

Biting her lower lip in a peculiar mixture of relief and disappointment, she picked her way carefully through the scraps of litter and twisted pieces of metal. Now she drew level with her accommodation, taking in the rotted wood that were staked precariously into the ground, topped with some sort of linoleum sheet for a roof. Rainwater had collected in it, sagging it inwards in one heavy pocket, so she had to duck down to find her way in- feeling blindly for a handhold, something she could use to lower herself to the damp earth.

Instinctively reaching down for her dagger, she seemed to be reassured by its mere presence. Now settled, she gazed wearily into the darkness for some sign that Daniel was coming.

Sierra remembered the letters. Perhaps not something she was supposed to recall of her life before- before everything- but she did. The letters on yellow blotting paper, with the red wax stamps in the shape of some sort of flower. The way her mother had dropped to her knees, alarmingly silent tears flooding down her cheeks, catching in her dimples as she smiled, cradling the surreptitious rectangles of paper to her chest. Sierra had never seen its contents, so it was something she regarded with cautious agreement, simply because they made her mother so very happy.

And almost always afterwards Alivia would take up her daughter in her arms, kiss the top of her head, and sometimes allow the chef to coddle the wide eyed six year old with hard boiled sweets. So Sierra liked the letters, most of the time. It was easy enough to be deaf to the many times her mother cried in the middle of the night over them- known only by the telltale snap of the drawer opening, the one she kept them in.

Sierra only knew this after years of observing her mother dressing up, the same routine spray of perfume, then she’d reach for the letter drawer, opening it with that snap, and touching them lightly. Alivia would then turn to her daughter with an eerily clandestine expression on her proud face, smile; and bustle her from the room.


--May still add to this at some point :3

Pet's ID Tag:79#
{{seventy-nine}}
Old name:Prima vera
Donor:Hollowed Angel

Name:Duga
{{Meaning Rainbow}
Nickname:Duga
Gender:Female
Age:19
{{Nineteen}}

Breed:Domestic Dog
Languages:Dog, Touch of english

Strengths: Drawing, creativity, hunting, sewing
Weakness': Darkness, math, Fighting, Swimming
Likes:Drawing, Hunting, Sewing, Chocolate
Dislikes: Rabbits, Maths, Fighting, swimming
Addiction: Anything creativity-based
Phobias: Foxes, flying things
Allergies: Frogs, rats
Mutation:None

Fur: white
Eyes: Blue
collar: None

Reason I want Duga: Her beauty. Where do I start? The fact so many colours were used normal clashes. It doesn't. I love the legs. so beautiful! And the mouth and stitches just adds to the beauty. I knew from when I saw Hollowed Angel asking if anyone would adopt her until now as I post and hopefully into the future as well. I could never design a white and rainbow character. I have tried.. and failed. I dont actually roleplay characters. I draw and write storys about them. Maybe she hasnt been here for long, barely arrived. But I know I love her! I know, at least 30 cat characters (cats alone) and more uncounted wolves and dogs. I dont care, this little one is a good final adoption to take. I am stopping adopting now ^_^

Duga's personality:W.I.P To be completed later today.

Duga's History:I dont remember details. Why would I want to? All I remember is the rain and crackles of light and noise. Oh, the terrible noises. The wind, rain, thunder. And the screams. The screams of pity. The screams that traveled my ear drums so often they became part of me..
~*~
Head down, I dragged myself down the uneven cobbled road. Watching the streetlights as they twinkled happily. A frown formed on my face. I turned back to the road. Glancing slightly at my paws, they were brown with mud from a days trek through the city. It was night now and I was looking forward to a relaxing evening and night in my little flat.A car zoomed past spraying me with a puddle of water. It's bright light blinding me.

Also didnt notice new rule. Thanks for telling me. The images are making it organised whilst I work on it and can be taken at when needed ^_^
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Pet's ID Tag:

#87

Image of pet



Name You'd Choose for It:

Arabian Nights

Gender:

Female

Reason You Want It:

Well, wow.. This section is hard :3

But, I guess ill start out of why her design wow'd me. Her beautiful design consisted of neutral colors. Her green eyes blend in very well with her fur tones, and the green isnt too bright, and isnt too dark. Its beautiful.

When I saw her, we just clicked. I felt like this creature was the one for me. I was reading her prefrences and I thought I could do it, so then I found the form, and right when I opened up this page, my brain started smoking. I had so many ideas about Arabian Nights, I couldn't choose which one to write about!

History/Background/Other:

I was sleeping, sound asleep, when I was awoken by a large

"THUMP!"

I was in a crate. What had happened? I tried to listen to my surroundings for ideas of how. And I heard

"Hey, Fred! Over here! I found this beauty over down at the park, boy he was a runner. Could you help me get 'm inside?"

And thats when my heart started a pumping. I howled, and scratched, and tried to turn my self around, I couldn't though, everytime I tried, it got worse, and WORSE, and WORSE. Finally, I felt like I was going somewhere. Suddenly, the bright lights and sounds went away, and it was dark. I could here TONS of "AaOOOO!" and "MerroooOOww!" and suddenly, I saw tons of grey lines, going in all different directions, up, down, sideways, horizantal. Then, the

"THUMP!"

happened again. I was terrified. Suddenly, my leg started to tremble, it felt like something was tugging on it, and I was right something was tugging on my leg. Suddenly, I felt myself beginning to slide out of this space, and then, I was out.

I sat on a cold grey floor, it felt hard, very hard, and then, I saw those grey lines again. I realised I could look through the middle of them, so I tried. When I looked, I saw a little cat, and dog, a huge dog, and a chihuahua. Then some voices started chatting.

"Look at 'm! She's SOO scared."

I started to whimper, this was nothing like my beautiful spacicious home, or my beautiful lakes and pond there, this place was horrifying, and I just had to find a way to get out of here, and fast.

Then finally, after hours and hours of harrassment and trauma, a man came out wearing all white, and started talking

"Fred, this him?"

So theres that fred again. Hm. Well, I guess we'll just wait and see what this "Fred" guy does.

"Yup, thats him, sir"

The man in all white seemed puzzled.

"Well, that pup looks in perfectly FINE shape. Well, anyways, lets get him out and take him back"

The man in all white sighed.

Fred came out and said something to the man, and the man in white nodded. Then Fred came up to my grey lined thingy and did a little thing on part of it, and the door opened. This was my chance.

I BOLTED out of that little room. And then down the hallways, through turns, and lots of awkward obstacles, and finally a door, a open door. You could see trees, and ponds. Then, I heard

"FREDD! JUST THAT DOOR!"

Then I saw a little chubby man trying to run beside me, then, no matter how exausted I was, I sprinted as hard as my little paws and body could take me.

And then, I was out, and I was free, I kept running, then I saw a turn, and I ran into it. And as I ran around that turn, a big, reddish, coyote appeared, I didn't wanna stop running, but I guess I had no choice, either go back to that horrible prision chamber, or get gobbled up by a coyote, I guess both ways it would be horrible, so I stopped. The coyote looked at me, and trotted over too me, I started to tremble. Then, he smiled at me. I felt embarrased, cause I thought he'd eat me. Then, he said

"Hey there, kiddo. Are you a runaway from that dog kill shelter too?"

Whaaa? Dog kill shelter? So thats what that horrible dungeon thing was. I told him, trembling

"Yes, I was. Who are you? What is your name? Were you a runaway too?"

The big coyote chuckled.

"Whoa whoa whoa, there, fella! So many questions hurt my achey brain! Anyway, I am Huskya. Son of, well, I dont really know my lineage. Anyway, no. I was not a runaway from the dog kill place. This is my home. I was born here. You?"

I thought about how to answer to his question. I said

"My name is Arabian Deserts, You can cas me Des, Arab, Ara, or anything really. I dont know my lineage either. And this area is my home, Well, not excactly THIS area, but, you know what I mean."

I took a small step closer to Huskya, he just smiled and said

"Come with me. I think I know of somewhere you would like it."

I smiled, and told Huskya

"I guess I'll come."

So, we started off on that curve, and we didnt stop for a while...

Untill we came to a beautiful place, and wait, its my home!

"Huskya! this is my home! Oh thank you! For taking me here!"

Huskya's ear twitched twice, and his tail went between his legs. I asked him

"Huskya...? Whats wrong?"

Huskya sighed and said

"Well, Des, I guess, I want to stay with you. Therefore, I do not have a home."

I laid down and stared at the sun and said

"Oh huskya, you can live with me! Dont worry about it."

Huskya perked up a bit and then they walked down the stream.

After a long time of hanging with Huskya, the too fell in love, and therefore, Huskya (male) and Arabian Deserts (female) are a loving couple.




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

Work in progress :3 (WIP)

CODE WORD --> chickenfriednuggets

I hope this is alright so far; been ages since I've written a story. I've spent hours plotting out ideas for her; designs for siblings and characters they will meet along the way. And that if I get her; there will be weeks and months spent to further the story line.

Pet's ID Tag:Kennel #97: Arii
Image of pet


I love the above image the best to be honest. Finally the 'image' I was shooting for with her looking to the skies.
Lineart belongs to Vanity-Minoptra
Art #2
O>.> Okay I couldn't resist. I also realized I missed one of her markings afterwords.
Lineart From ~S-Nova
Art #3 On the Oekaki

Name You'd Choose for It: Ayli (Moon like face)

Gender: Female

Reason You Want It:
I'm sure this is said a lot but her markings are amazing. She has so much to tell just by her eyes, her forehead her legs. Everything seems to tell a part of a story in her over all design and that its self is wonderful. The creator spent a great deal of time in her and I see it. I would also love the chance to be able to draw this beauty as well as the siblings I created in the story arch. I know I might not write fantastic, or drawn out. But I do know when I love a design and can get some good use out of it. She wouldn't be ignored in the least in my art. I mainly specialize in felines and would love to have a Lynx added to the rest of my feline crew.

Art reference:My Deviantart------Furaffinity Account
Example of a few of my different styles

(Still editing small errors out of the story; mostly grammar and spelling)
History/Background/Other:
Apollo's Kiss: By Foxamoore
-=Prologue=-
Part 1: The Blind Siblings
She was born into a litter of three. Quite big for that of a lynx in fact. She stumbled around as a newborn just like her siblings. Each looked a bit different. Her coat was a dark charcoal, but she was dotted in white. Small pencil sized spots lined her back, while white stripes cross about the front of her neck, hind legs and ears. White smudged on her front paws while her hind toes we're almost a deep dark chocolate. The most unique was her face; her chin dabbled in white, extending up to her muzzle, running across her upper cheeks in a streak and then running down like tear marks. One sibling was golden with an array of white markings, but he resembled the sun in many ways. Swirls dancing down his back. The Golden cub carried the name of Aurelio. Their sister was like the snow, black spots dancing among her upper back and toes, while black lines embraced her silver eyes. Respectfully her name was given that of the snow; Neiva.

Their mother waited anxiously for them to part their eyes. Even if they could not see at first; after all these things took time. But it would be their first glimpse of their mother. As the date came she licked their eyes gingerly, encouraging them; purring while doing so. "Come now little ones, Don't you want to see the world?"

The little ones cried of course, shaky and still as they tried to sit up and snuggle closer to their mother's warmth. It was the golden one Aurelio who first peeked open his eyes. Only to look amazed; the world was still fuzzy but it was new and exciting. With what little agility he had, he scurried up to his mother to rest at her chin. The others we're still lost and just as confused.

Their mother would try again with both; but this went on for quite some time. Finally the snow colored kitten open her eyes, but she fell over. She could not see what was the excitement. "Uh... Wha? I don't see anything!" The Neiva exclaimed. "What do you mean?" Said the her golden brother. "It's dark." She responded primly. Aurolio looked at his sister and then looked up at the moon above. "But its night time..." His voice trailing a bit. "I know." She responded quickly. "I can feel the breeze." He seemed puzzled at her answer. "So you can't see the moon or the sun?" He asked. "No but I can 'feel' Them." Neiva responded with unknown certainty.

He turned his head at his other sister; Ayli. Her face was upturned to the moon. It's simmering light casting down upon her small fragile features. For the first time she had opened her eyes as well, but her gaze did not stray from its upturned position towards the moon. Even despite her pupils seemed diluted and round, she was in a haze if you would. "I can sense it too." She finally said. He stared at her in wonder for a brief time. She whispered lightly "Brother..." She paused. "How far is it; can we go to it one day?" He looked far off to the moon above; wondering what he could say. "I think so... One day." He responded softly. The small dark lynx cub nodded. "I would like that."

Ayli's scars:
I am Here: By Foxamoore
Young Ayli awoke with a start from a cry uttered in the darkness of night. A scream; but was it a dream? She had somewhat flipped to her back, her paws sticking some what into the air. Her eyes starring into the bleakness of night, but there was nothing to indicate trouble. Only a gentle breeze swept through their den. Curious to what the source was she moved gingerly from her mother and siblings; out towards the dens entrance. The fur prickled on the back of her neck as the scent of lilies and night flowers filled her nose.

She could hear the crickets soothing chirp; and the frogs croak. The night was perfect; but perfect for what? An adventure! With that she darted into the fog hanging over the grassy landscape. The mist swirled as she crept through the foliage. She followed the noises of nature, running to her favorite river side bed. Tonight was the night she would attempt her trip to the moon. There was a tree at the base of the falls, one that her brother said reached the skies. It was so high that none of them had attempted to climb it.

She would; she would climb to the moon. She ran through the path she knew for most of her youth yet; and found the tree with ease. Stopping within just inches of it she hesitated for a moment, but not a moment after had she jumped onto the great trees bark and started to climb. Ayli slipped from time to time, only to reestablish herself and begin her ascent anew.


Myre: By Foxamoore
It was then she noticed something astray; was it the wind? No, perhaps it was just because she was not use to being so high up off solid ground. She proclaimed, but not long after did she get the feeling of something was watching her. From where; she did not know. Just a little bit more. She thought; encouraging herself to keep going despite lurking fears within her chest.

She heard a rustle of wind just before she could feel a pain within her stomach, her claws torn from the bark of the tree. It was then she heard the Avian's cry; the cry of a large owl. Ayli didn't have time to react. Now the poor cub hung from the talons of the large bird. Her stomach burned like fire; and she cried. She cried out for anyone that could hear her; her mother, her siblings.
She could hear the owl's wing beat against the wind, afraid she cried again and again. "Mother! Aurelio! Neiva!"

The owl landed preparing for the kill as it spread its wings open, closing in on the small cub. Oh how she cried. She tried to struggle away but nothing helped. Then there was a loud angry growl. The sound of scurrying was heard and the owl cried its own perplexed surprise. But she knew that wonderful sound. It was like music to her ears. Mother had came finally to investigate where her young had gone, and luckily for the cub the owl did not know it had brought the cub closer to home.

A small scurry ensued but soon she was forgotten and the owl flew off for its own protection. She was still rolled up in a ball as her mother came up to inspect her and then gave her a good grooming. The small cub had been injured on her belly yet her mother was gentle around the wound. She then gingerly picked Alyi up around her neck and carried her back to the safety of the den.

Ayli was sure; owls we're there to either discourage her from her voyage to the moon, or guardians thereof. She knew that the trip would be sacred; and she would have to learn the way of the spirits to make her travels there. She knew she would prove herself worthy; no matter the odds.

Chapter One - Lunar Skein
( Summery )
I'll let this music speak for it's self for the time being.
What starts off an average day with the cubs romping around ends up sending them on their first adventure. A mocking bird over hearing the cubs tells a tale of how to reach the moon. Little do the cubs know what trouble they will venture off into.


Personality:
Ayli can be quirky and spontaneous. She adores going on adventures and that each day is a new beginning. This sense of adventure has gotten her in more than one situation. Luckily she's been able to wiggle out of most of them unharmed. You wouldn't know the cub was blind from birth from her attitude towards the world. She's growing up to be quite passionate towards the things she adores; and pursues them with her heart in the lead. She dreams of living on the moon one day.

Likes:
She's passionate about the moon, and the natural world around her and its order. Her siblings help her when her own sight does manage to hinder her. Her Favorite place by the running river with a small water fall, where she chases all sorts of small prey. Small birds and rodents are also the best snacks.

Dislikes: Usually large birds of Prey due to what happened to her as a child. Other big cats in their families territory; and other such large predatory creatures.

Siblings: Brother; Aurelio. Sister; Neiva.

Song:
I had to buy the song again but here it is. Prayer to the New moon

Direction of Character: Basically I want to pull together a story line and have a future with this character. I want to write scripts, small comic panels and an over all perhaps a series with her and her siblings going on adventures. Ayli would be the main star/character in the series. Dragging along her two siblings; They will search the confines of their home and later on try to find a solution to bring Alyi to the moon and over come their weak points. It will most likely have a fantasy set reality, though I like to keep it a bit grounded. It will most likely take a myth like route to it though. In their journey they will meet myth like creatures and gods; for good and bad. In the end you will see the three over come their fears and become young brave adults. Which I may further venture upon in the future. So just them growing up won't stop her existence. I would love to have this opportunity to prove my career as an artist. I would really love that. And yes... Lol I did get all this story from her design which is why I want her; not just another design.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I also promise not to let her 'get dusty' and will do my best to carry over her story line and doodle/draw her as often as possible(Oh and trust me I will draw her... Tons. In fact I will make a comic/storyline with her and her siblings. I mean there's solid enough plot there.)I would be honored to be bestowed with her unique appearance and character. I also promise not to claim the character design was ever created by me and I will give credit where it's due to Arii.
Most of all she inspires me to be artistic and creative. Something I haven't had a drive for in quite some time since I moved to Az. It inspires me to create despite my kinda grim outlook to life at the moment. I think she's the right push in the right direction for me. I promise to always cherish her as well.

[June Bug]

I'll be updating the front page in just a bit, I have a few chores to do real quick first. ^^;

[Lirrie]

Thank you so much for spirits X3 i cannot wait to start her story.

[PolarAzulTigris]

It's taken me most of the morning to realize that I got Ayli; Thank you for allowing me to have her and giving me this chance to prove something to myself. =3 I'll be adding her to my character page soon, and I hope to start producing the story line soon as well.