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[ponegrl12]

I am looking to adopt, Love forever and ever...
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Kennel number:
p99

Name:
Jade

Breed:
Wolf

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I want this animal because when I first saw her I couldnt stop staring. She chose me and im willing to do whatever it takes to gain her. She is much too gorgeous to be sitting in the kennels right now. She has exquisite features and beautiful markings. When I saw her she struck me as needed. Then I realized that I need her. Those gorgeous serene green eyes just pop out on her magnificent coat. I simply and utterly adore her. What I will do for Jade is what every character owner should do for thier character. She will be used in RP's, I will write a story about her, and she will have art galore. I am currently building up the plot and story line for a character named Jade and when i saw her I just knew. This is the Jade I was searching for. My mom is a tenth grade English teacher, and so i have all wonderful software for writing. I just can't wait to begin writing for her.

Personality:
-Strong Willed-
Jade is very detirmined and set on things she wants for herself. She is aware of her goals in life and she will do what she must to get there, though she strongly believes in fairness and equality.

-Wise-
Jade is very smart. She knows right from wrong, and she knows how to relate well with others. She comes up with solutions to many problems for others and many people come to her with problems, trusting her to do help.

-Confident-
Jade is confident in everything she does. She knows that self doubt is the downfall of many. She holds her head high in almost every situation because she believes in herself and her better judgement.

-Protective-
Jade is sweet to those that she loves and wil stop at no lengths to keep those she loves out of harm's way. She will stand up to whoever, and whatever decides to threaten her family.

-Humble-
Jade is quiet. She does not brag or boast and she is very delicate with how she says things. She believes that everyone is equal and she doesnt try to make herself feel better than anyone.

Likes:
-Equality-
Jade is very big on equality throughout her pack. She loves the feeling you get when you feel as if your one of something greater. She believes that equality is the key to peace.

-Family-
Jade loves her little brothers Marki and Tikka. Her mother and father are both memers of council in her pack. Jade does whatever she can to keep her family safe and healthy.

-The Ocean-
Jade loves the ocean because she believes it holds a magnificent truth that one must realize to understand. It is that: Something can be so beautiful and flourish so much as one big whole. Showing All of It's beginnings, and never It's ends, it strives so much... but is actually made of of billions and billions of tiny drops. Drops that all work together to create something beautiful.

Dislikes:
-Dishonesty-
Jade very strongly dis-approves those who lie and cheat to get what they want. She believes that everything must be earned and you must live up to your earnings.

-War-
Though she is a good fighter, Jade does not like war. She finds it degrading but knows that she will fight for her pack and family at whatever cost.

-Bragging-
Arrogance is not something that Jade thinks highly of. Jade feels that Bragging brings only false expectations that one could never live up to, upon those who brag.

History/Background:
(this is an excerpt from the story line I've created)
Jade stepped out of her den that crisp morning with her head held high in the air. Her two brothers scampered behind her rough housing. "Boys, today is a big day for your sister. Calm it down a little." Jade's father said to the boys. Her father's voice soothed her aching stomach. She was so nervous as to whom would choose her. Today was the day she would be chosen as a mate. The boys stood behind thier sister once they reached the clearing where the pack gathered. Jade's mother followed in to the seat of council next to her father. Jade sat down. She took a deep breath and released the air she had trpped in her lungs. She looked around at all of the wolves surrounding her. All of them whispering to one another, all wondering the same question as her: Who will choose Jade, the daughter of not one... but two council members? Suddenly, The elder stepped forth on the stone slab and howled sending the pack into a loud flurry of howls. As soon as the elders howl ceased, everyone was silent. "Today, we have a very important decision to make," the old white wolf began. "As you all know, it is now mating season. Now, I assume you all know, our numbers have plummited since the great war." The elder stopped a moment surveying the wolves surrounding him below. "Today we have chosen the three most fit males and females to give us the best offspring. The three strong young males will be Jaygoh," A tall black wolf with white wing markings stepped forth and onto the slab to the elder's right, and sat down, his head held high. "Mikah," The elder said as a blue wolf with intricate orange patterns on his back and hind legs, stepped up, joining Jaygoh. " and Talon." As soon as Talon's name was called, Jade's ears shot up straight. She knew only of the females that had been chosen, she had no idea her best friend would be one of the males. She got nervous and her brothers stared in awe as Talon rose walking foreward joining the other two males next to the elder. She watched as Talon's Brown, Orange coat, shone in the light. Now she was nervous. "These fine young males will choose ONE of these three Females. Alayah, to breed for wisdom and beauty," Alayah rose and trotted foreward sitting to the left of the elder, her blue eyes sparkling from her grey and pink fur. "Miya, for speed and stamina" Miya, a grey and red she wolf, rose and walked foreward, taking her place on the stone slab. Jade's fur stood up as she knew her name would be called next. "and finally Jade, for power and strength." Jade rose just as the others and took her place among the other females. She stared out over all the wolves, who all seemed anxious and exited to see whom would be choosing first. "Now, we will have Mikah choose first. will you choose wisdom? Strength," jade cringed at her aura. " or Speed?" the elder finished. Mikah rose and walked forth slowly to the edge of the slab. "I will this day on, choose Wisdom. Alayah, is whom I will choose." The elder nodded and Alayah smiled. She walked forth slowly taking her place next to her now, life mate. "Next to choose will be Talon." The elder declared. Jade sat straight and tall looking out over the wolves surrounding her. All of them seemed so calm. Jade, though, was not calm at all. Talon stepped foreward, his long tail sweeping the ground ans he walked. The elder began a second time, "Talon, you are to choose between Speed, and Strength. What will you choose?" Jade could feel her heart pounding in her chest. For a moment the whole world stopped and everything around her was at a complete stand still and then he began. "I will this day on choose... Strength. Jade is who I will choose." Jade grinned widely showing her teeth exitedly. She stood and walked towards Talon sitting down very close beside him. She said nothing, but looked into his eyes as the ceremony closed with Jaygoh choosing speed and taking Miya as his mate. after the ceremony was over, with Talon glued to her side, she walked into the crowd for an immense amount of congradulations. She nodded happily thanking those around her. Many wolves who she spoke to told her that they just knew that they were meant to be together.

After many of the wolves cleared away, she smiled to Talon, "Shall we go home?" She asked happily. "We shall." Talon smiled. She had wanted to be with Talon from the start. She always wanted to come home to him every morning after hunting. And now they were together and on thier way to thier new home.

More About Jade:
-Age-
Jade is two years and six months old.

-Mate-
Jede's mate is Talon.

-Pups-
Jade has no pups yet,(pups come later in the story line so there will be offspring.)

-Family-
Jade has a very well respected family. There are 56 wolves in her pack and only ten council members. Both of her parents are on council. Her father, Kato, is one of the two wolves assigned to war. Her mother, Kirra, Is one of the two wolves assigned to uphold the code of honors and deciet. Jade has two younger brothers, Marki and Tikka. Both of them are 4 months old. Talon, is Jade's mate. They live together and are a very happy pair. They have no pups but Jade has responsibility by the clan and within the first three months of thier being together, she must become pregnant so they can produce offspiring.

-Pack Rank-
In the pack, Jade is a hunter. She leaves her den at night to hunt with the other females, while Talon goes off to train as a Fighter.



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Other:

In Jade's pack the ranks are as followed:
-Elder-
The elder is the leader. He will get messages from the sky wolves and he is the leader of spiritual things, rituals, and leader things. Only the elder can declare war.

-Council-
There are but ten council members. Council members are chosen by the sky wolves to uphold different branches of council. Two wolves uphold the code of honors and deciets. Two more wolves uphold the food rations and are in charge of the food. Two other wolves are in charge of choosing what wolves will train what pups. Two more wolves are in charge of guarding and defense. Two other wolves are in charge of the battle strtegies and war plans.

-Elders-
Elders are retiring wolves whom become of old age. many are on council allowing very little room for younger members.

-Trainers-
Trainers are the adult wolves who instruct basic skills to pups becoming of age to choose mates.

-Hunters-
All female wolves that are of age and have a mate hunt at night and guard or secure territories during the day.

-Fighters-
Fighters are the ones who fight in the battles and wars to protect the pack.

-pups-
The young newlyborn pups that stay with thier mothers who at the time they have pups, are inactive.

[mi ainsel]

I am looking to adopt the ever-so-beautiful...

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Kennel number:

P101

Name:

'Broken' Aki Loluka [Ah-key Low-la-oo-ka]

Nick-names:

Aki, Lola, Luka, Shadow-girl

Species:

Wolf

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

I have been searching adoption centers for 3 days to try and find something that clicks. I've been in Pound of Hope for fast approaching 8 hours... Merf, tired... Anyway, I saw Spotty had donated something, so I went to check, and BANG! Saw this girl.
I’d been looking for a pink, black and white canine, and there she was!
I yelled "Oh My Gosh," and I got some weird looks from the rest of my family… mainly because it was past midnight…. and I was supposed to be asleep…

I love the way her design goes from unnatural pink, to black, to blank white, like the rest of the design has been erased, and this, along with the unnaturally bright colour of her eyes, sparked this story in my head, about a spirit canine forced to take over the body of a wolf to flee from humans. I already had a name; that had appeared along with the story: Aki Loluka, but she’s known as ‘Broken’ Aki to most people, and ‘Shadow-girl’ to some people she meets on the way. I was quite excited at the story, as I see it as relatively original, and couldn’t wait to write the story up with P101 as the main character!


Personality:

Lola: Lola was young, but not as playful as most wolves, her regal childhood made her old beyond her years. She does still love to play as if she’s making up for her lack of playing during pup-hood. She grew up thinking she was a princess, and therefore was never regarded for her worth, only her title, making her feel lonely. She was shy, often hiding away from the others, and pleasant, loving to just sit and talk for hours. Secluded and lonely, she never did learn to playfight when younger, and even the hint of violence sent her into a panic. On the other hand, she was quick to learn and quite fleet of foot. She didn’t talk much, preferring to stay the quiet one in the corner.

Luka Aki: Luka Aki was arrogant, believing no wolf was worth her time, and self-confident, thinking she was invulnerable. Like Lola, she was secluded and lonely amongst her own kind, but amongst the normal wolves and other forest creatures, she acted bossy and regal. Many creatures she met believed she was high up in the ranks of her kind because of this façade, and feared her because of it.

‘Broken’ Aki: Aki is subdued and quiet, taking Lola's prefered quietness and taking it to extremes. Instead of wanting to be quiet, she's quiet so her words have no effect on those around her. She is often depressed-seeming and stays very much to herself. She blames herself fully for Lola's death.

Dislikes: Remembering Lola, other wolves, other spirits, humans.

Likes: Running, freedom, keeping to herself.

History/Background:

Luka Aki

My name is Luka Aki, but they call me ‘Broken.’
Her name was Lola, my best friend, and she is dead.

I was the one who killed her.

Lola

I am Lola, 1st daughter of the Alphas of Hakkeia. I am regarded as Princess of the Pack, for my snow white pelt and unusual pale blue eyes, but I am also the most persecuted. When the humans come, they aim for me, and though the others are quick to defend me, I know it is but a matter of time.

Other:

WIP

[eternalglitch]

Hey, does anyone know if on the Spotty canines if you can add items to their design?

[Queen Vivane]

Im not sure, you could try pming spotty and asking her

[ika;]

I am looking to adopt love forever...

Kennel number: 103.

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Name: Kulan Jarrah.

{Koo-Lahn Jah-Rah}
{Aboriginal origin- Roughly translates to 'Possum in tree of Eucalyptus'}

Otherwise Known As: Kula.
Breed: Kintamani Dog.

{The Kintamani was named after the Balinese town of Kintamani. Several stories exist to explain the origin of the Kintamani dog. One story has the breed originating 600 years ago from a Chinese Chow Chow. According to another story the Kintamani dog descends from a fox-wolf-dog cross. A fiercely independent breed, Kintamani's can be aggressively territorial while at the same tender and affectionate with their own families. While most dog breeds are disinclined to climbing and heights, Kintamani's will climb across roofs and spend parts of the day happily installed sitting or sleeping atop a garden wall. They are light-footed and move freely, smoothly and lithely, and will bark when confronted with an unfamiliar sound or sight.}

Country of Origin: Born in Australia.

Relationship: He has no mate, and does not wish for one. He is content with being alone. I may search for a mate for Kulan in the future {if I get him} but only after getting to know him in depth first, and it would be roleplayed.

Pups: None. He is content with this, but is not opposed to the idea.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

Well, to be perfectly honest- I adore Kulan. I was just scrolling down PoH through Spotty's donations, admiring them, but knowing I wasn't going to adopt any as I didn't feel a connection. Then I got to this fella and nearly fell off my chair. He's just perfect in every way. His subtle facial markings compliment his coat perfectly, and I found myself dreaming up a story for him in an instant. If I got Kulan, he would be treasured, and kept in my character thread. I would write about him daily- and I'd be sure to get art {and draw art} of him. I may even try roleplaying him in several 1x1's as I'd love to work on his character and personality as much as I can. He would be absolutely treasured, and I'll keep Spotty updated with his adventures and everything I'd be doing for him if I got him, if she wanted. I know this sounds really cliche but I felt such a connection with him, and I'd be so happy if I could take him home and love him. Thank you for considering me!

.songs.

~Favourite; Canonnball- Damien Rice.
~Theme; The Scientist- Coldplay.
~Comforts Him; Breathe [2am]- Anna Nalick.
~Feeds The Fire; Broken- Lifehouse.

.in depth.

Personality: » Kula rarely speaks, and when he does it is usually not much. He doesn’t see a point in speaking to break a silence, or to prevent an awkward situation from occurring. In his opinion it is better for silence to be present than for something to be said that may irritate him, resulting in a sudden flip of emotions he cannot control. Because he rarely talks, Kula takes in a lot of what happens around him. He enjoys listening to the thoughts of others, taking in their perspective of the world. He is cautious though, for he knows that if someone says something that he may not morally agree with, it may speak an outburst. Kula always believes that something is his fault. If something happens that isn’t quite right, he points the finger directly at himself. He strives to be perfect, though his flip-flopping personality prevents him from ever achieving this goal. Friends are something Kula has few of, if any at all. Most don’t understand the complex way his mind works. In fear of harming those he may care about, Kula strays from forming emotional connections with anyone. If he ever were to harm someone, he would never forgive himself. Kula isn’t confident with himself. He doesn’t understand what causes his emotions to flare out of control, or why it is so difficult for him to feel only one emotion for a prolonged period of time. When his emotions are on a roller coaster, he isn’t always ready for the ride. He feels as if there is something he can do to stop himself, but the solution never comes. Joining a pack or gang is far out of the question for him. He craves the attention and company of others, but refuses to chance making friends only to harm them in the long run. As a result he remains a loner, merely watching others from afar, one day desiring to have friends of his own who he knows will always have his best interests at heart.

Sarcasm is something Kulan doesn’t understand. Because he rarely speaks with others, the concept that someone can say something that is the opposite of what they mean puzzles him. If someone kicks the bucket, how does that have any connection to death? Or how can someone get the picture and not believe that the speaker is referring to an artistic image? Kula doesn’t understand that lying is wrong. If someone asks him what he is doing, he often lies his way out of things to keep from speaking with someone for too long. He rarely speaks to others for long, and when he does he feels like he is walking on eggshells, trying to keep from letting his emotions from running away. Talking to others is not something that comes easy to Kula. He fumbles over his words, struggling to form a coherent sentence which another can understand. When it comes to processing a thought he is a master; verbalizing it is a challenge he has not yet mastered. New things are frightening to Kula, particularly because he doesn’t always know how he’ll react. Sometimes the smallest thing will peek his excitement, while others may send him in a downward spiral. He likes to stick to the familiar, for he can anticipate how his emotions will play out when faced with something he has seen in the past. Though most don’t know it, Kulan is observant, remembering everything he comes in contact with. He has a photographic memory and is capable of recalling events that may have happened years ago from his past. But because he has difficulty vocalizing his thoughts to others, many assume that his IQ is less than what would be considered ideal.

Kulan wears his heart on his sleeve, so when someone says something to him, he takes it hard. Whether it be a complement or an insult, he can’t conceal his true feelings from others. Even a sarcastic remark can be a knife to his heart. When it comes to situations, Kula often foresees the negatives before the positives. He fears the worst before acknowledging the best, something which takes a toll on him emotionally. When things look bleak, he can’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel. Kula only depends on himself. He doesn’t believe that investing his trusts in others will benefit him in the long run, nor does he believe anyone could ever fully trust him. When his anger flares he has no control over his actions, leaving the possibility that he may harm someone he may care about. Because of this he replies only on himself, though he still covets the attention of others.

Likes:

~Mythology; Aboriginal legends in particular. There are many he knows off by heart, and can recite quite contentedly. His favourites include The Rainbow Serpent, and Dreamtime. As he speaks little, there are many that don't know this trait of his. He 'collects' stories such as common folklore, and lesser known stories- he enjoys reading them back to himself when he is alone.

~His Country; Though one would not think it, Kulan loves his land. Australia is everything to him- he knows his surroundings down to the smallest pebble. He could take you through the outback, so desolate and dry you can't tell if you are in reality or unconcious. He could lead you to water when the only sound you can hear is the salt of the earth crunching beneath your feet. He could dream you a story when all you see is misery. In a way, Kulan is his land; he is so in tune with it, you'd swear when alone he speaks directly to Mother Earth.

~Plants; Kulan has a passion for plants- deep down he sees himself mirrored in them. They are silent beings united with the earth, a lot like him, really. He is careful to avoid crushing delicate flowers, and is often seen wading in the shallows of a lake, saturating his pelt with water. Once completely wet, he will slink towards the flora, and shake himself, spraying them with water. Many think this an odd habit, but Kulan knows he is helping them, and that knowledge is enough for him.

Dislikes:

~Fire; It destroys things. It wipes out his precious plants, and kills animals- it is something Kulan resents. He fears it, too, as many a time has he been chased from his dwelling by an angry brush fire, and each time he has had to find another place to settle. There is something about it's fierce, deadly flickering that sickens him, and though he'd never admit this, it is often the center of his nightmares.

~Loud Noises; At the fear of being labelled a baby, this is something that Kulan keeps to himself. He really can't stand anything louder than a shout. He associates loud noises with pain, and will drop down and cower if something like this takes him by surprise. The worst noises for him are gunshots, but he strongly dislikes the sound of a low-flying aeroplane, or pottery smashing.

~Cruelty; Kulan believes cruelty to be greatly unnecassary. If everyone could just get along, the world would be a much happier place. It saddens him to see so much war, for he is a gentle, peace loving creature that wishes he could alleviate more pain than he could ever take on. Though he would never force his beliefs on anyone, he encourages others in the subtlest way possible to feel this way, too.

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History/Background:

Far off in Dreamtime, there were only people, no animals or birds, no trees or bushes, no hills or mountains.

I was born in Australia. This much, I do know. Now, while we are here, and you so eager to hear my story, I will start at the very beginning for your benefit. My mother went by the name of Camira- meaning ‘Of the Wind’. She was sweet and doting, but then again, I did not enjoy her company for long. My father was named Khyan. I am not sure of his name’s meaning, for it is not in my tongue, and he never enlightened me into the fact. My father was of Balinese origin, a proud creature with a magnificent set of jaws that often he turned on my mother. He was taken to Australia during a phase in which his owner wished to see more of the world, shipped over across the ocean in a cargo hold for many days and nights. He once told me it was never something he wished to experience again, and in a typical temper twist of my hotblooded sire, decided he would not have to. He fled the scene at the docks, and I believe his owner cursed the day his adventurous personality led him to losing his valuable dog.

Father travelled for seventeen days and sixteen nights, before stumbling across my mother’s master and his little droving farm. How he managed this, being new to the land and all, baffles me, as it took me many a moon cycle to master tracking water, let alone summoning at will, but that is a tale for later, we have not moved on this far yet. As I was saying, he wandered alone in the bush, with no movement but the heatwaves on the fiery, dust clouded earth. He described it to me as almost like a dream- even the trees bore no leaves, and the crimson rocks that rose out of the ground cast no shadows. His eyes were dry and he could not swallow. Then, amongst the wavering horizon, he spotted a bull. He said it was the best experience of his life, seeing that bull. He had spotted the freeze brand on its shoulder, and knew it belonged to a property. Running now, my father raced towards it, only to be hit with what felt like ‘a wrecking ball’ as he put it, when he retold his story to me. That wrecking ball happened to be my mother, defending the cattle farm as it was her job to do. My mother fought like a lion, kicking up clouds of dust in her attempt to fend off this strange intruder, but it was no good as he was larger and stronger than her. Eventually, her master approached to call her off, and was surprised to find another dog, covered in grit and blood. Over time, my father grew fit again, and built up a relationship with my mother, and finally she fell pregnant.

The country was flat. Goorialla, the great Rainbow Serpent, stirred and set off to look for his own tribe. He travelled across Australia from South to North. He reached Cape York where he stopped and made a big red mountain called Naralullgan. He listened to the wind and heard only voices speaking strange languages.

Time passed, and I was born. It was a birth marked with tragedy, however, as my littermates [two brothers and a sister, if you are curious] were stillborn. Mad with grief, for days my mother neglected me, stumbling to the shallow graves in which they had been buried. Her master was saddened, but knew he could not hand-raise me, and if she did not take to me, I would either die of starvation or be taken from my suffering and ‘disposed’ of. It was not that her master was an unkind man- he treasured his dogs, but simply did not have the money to buy milk and artificial shelter for me, and did not want me to suffer. Thankfully, this stirred something in my mother, for from then onwards, she was inseparable from me. She loved me, and told me so often. Her master loved to hold me, and run his fingers through my fur, for even I could see that it was an unusual colour, and I had strange facial markings. Her master’s culture taught that unusual was positive, and that I was special, so I was cherished.

For months I enjoyed a pleasant life on the farm, basking in the sun and nipping at the heels of cattle, as I observed my mother doing for so long. It was only on the day I turned six months old, that I began to really live my life. I remember it well. I was playing outside, the rains had just come so it was cool and damp, and I loved to leap in the puddles and creeks. Then, as I landed, I fell through a weak overhang of dirt, into a snake’s nest. Of course, I was struck, several times in my hind leg. The pain was unbearable, and I screamed for my mother as I faded in and out of consciousness. My eyes rolled back, and I writhed and twitched in one fit after another as agony spread up my entire body- the venom pumping in my bloodstream. My mother found me after several minutes, and wailed for help. He r master [it was after this event that I began referring to him as ‘my master’] ran to me, and scooped me up in his arms. I was told later that he inspected the snake, and began to cry. I was as close to him as a firstborn, and I was dying- the snakebites were fatal. He carried me into the main living quarters, and rocked me in his arms. Clouded with pain and terror, I gazed up at him. The silent exchange told me all I needed to know- I was going to die. ”Nanga mai, durung.” He whispered to me. ‘Go and dream, my son.’

'This is not my country, the people here speak a different tongue. I must look for my own people.' Goorialla left Naralullgan and his huge body made a deep gorge where he came down. He travelled North for many days and his tracks made the creeks and rivers as he journeyed North. Goorialla made two more mountains, one of the Naradunga was long made of granite, the other had sharp peaks and five caves and was called Minalinha.

Then, I am told my body went limp, and my breath stopped. Suddenly, I could see. I was standing in a grove, with a turquoise lake to my left. The air smelt sweet, and a light breeze ruffled my pelt. Ahead of me, I could see a bright light, and it’s beauty astounded me. I gazed at it, as it slowly twisted and pulsed, forming a distinguishable shape. Delight sparked through me, and tears of joy filled my eyes. If this was death, I was truly at peace. My eyes lifted to see the gentle, loving face of Baiame, the God of Creation. Words choked in my throat, and I could do nothing but stare in awe as he smiled, extending a hand to me. I raced towards him, enveloped by such a soothing, divine light. ”Nahsee, ngaramada. Narahdarn is not yet for you.” He spoke of the God of Death- and I understood that this was not yet my time. So close to Baiame, I must admit I did not want to return to reality. I was content to remain in the arms of my God forever, if asked. But carefully he extracted me, and touched a finger to my side. With a powerful jolt, I was looking up at my master’s face. I took a gasp of air, and he yelped with shock, almost dropping me. ”You are alive!” He cried, raising me towards the ceiling. ”You should not be, little one. That snakebite would have killed any man- you are a miracle, my child-” He broke off suddenly, turning my body carefully in his hands. Curious, I turned too, and gave a yelp of surprise. Amongst my fiery pelt, lay a perfectly pale trackmark, exactly where Baiame had touched me. My master and I wept with joy at my blessing.

From then on, my mother treasured me even more so. She would lay herself across me in protection whenever my father was in a rage. I luxuriated in her attention, but not for long. Twelve days after my marking, my father murdered my mother. I suppose it was bound to happen really, but that doesn't mean I expected it, and looking back I was shocked as to how blind with admiration I was to what my father could be. That day, he came at her, his eyes wild. Saliva dripped from his jaws, darkening the pelt beneath. Mother saw him coming, and threw herself over me, pinning me to the ground to shield me from him. I cowered beneath her as she was tossed back and forth, my eyes tightly shut. I sang softly; "Biyanga, Biyanga, nay banarang." Father, father- no blood. The world took on a silent air, and I knew it was over. Like always, I waited a moment before opening my eyes, fully expecting my mother to rush to my side with reassurance and love. All I felt was a warm breeze. My eyes snapped open, to see her limp on the earth, Khyan was nowhere to be seen. "Wiyanga!" I cried, over and over. Mother, mother. She did not stir. The next few hours were a blur- and though I can remember each rock and creek in my land, I can not remember those moments afterwards. My grief was devastating- but each night I sang for her. I could feel her now, around me and in the land. It was that day that I vowed to care for, and love the wild expanse of Australia- as my dear mother had returned to it.

One day Goorialla heard singing and said, 'Those are my people, they are holding a big Bora.' At the meeting place of the two rivers, Goorialla found his own people singing and dancing. He watched for a long time, then he came out and was welcomed by his people. He showed the men how to dress properly and taught them to dance. A big storm was gathering, so all the people built shelter.

For a while- admittedly a long while- I could not go near my master. Although he had taken my father to his death in a white building, some miles away in his truck, I am ashamed to say I blamed him. I skulked on the outskirts of our land for some time, refusing to come near the cattle farm or even the cattle themselves. Desperate with the pain of a first loss {and a great one, at that} my only solace came from the land itself. I would sing to it, and I swear to you that it sang back. Only, it's words came in soothing breezes that dried my tears, or comforting rays of sunshine to warm my heart. The first month was the hardest; my ribs protruded from my pelt and my furs' lustrous glow had faded, leaving it dull. My master had never given up on me though, and it was his faith in me that brought me back to reality.

One morning, the sun had risen high, casting the land with a spectacular sheen of gold. I smiled, the first expression to crack my stony features since the death of my mother. My master approached, leaving me the daily bowl of steak that I had ignored for so long. Without even thinking, I pounced on it, devouring it as if I had never tasted something so fine. My master smiled, and cupped my face in his hands. "Nashee, babana." He murmured. Hello brother. Though the mountain of grief had been high, I had scaled it, and I felt my heart lift inside my chest. I rushed at him, and he held me tight, pressing his face to my pelt and stroking me all over. I whined with contentment, holding myself to his chest.

Two young men, the Bil-Bil or Rainbow Lorikeet brothers came looking for shelter but no one had any room. They asked their grandmother, the Star Woman but she had too many dogs and couldn't help them. the Bil-Bil brothers went to Goorialla who was snoring in his shelter but he had no room. The rain got heavier and the boys went back to Goorialla and called out that the rain was heavy. Goorialla said, "All right, come in now." The Bil-bil bothers ran into Goorialla's mouth and he swallowed them.


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HUGE WIP <3

[Spotty]

Hey, does anyone know if on the Spotty canines if you can add items to their design?

You can add (or remove/change) accessories as much as you like on any of my designs, I don't mind. Just keep it tasteful. I'd never put any compulsory accessories on characters as characters with stuck accessories scare me a bit. It's like not being able to ever change your clothes because the clothes would be stuck on your body. *shudders*

[Africa.]

Interesting philosophy Spotty x3
You know what I just realized? There is at least one person going for each of Spotty's designs already xD This is gonna be an interesting code drop O.o

[Tiikeria]

I am looking to adopt and love...


"The future is not set, there is no fate but what we make for ourselves."
Irish proverb

.: Kennel number :.
P103

.: Name :.
Aithinn / Specimen 88
(Gaelic for "Remorse")

.: Breed :.
Grey Wolf x Asian Golden Cat (through experimentation)
(Canis lupis x Pardofelis temminckii)

.: Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it? :.
I knew when I saw Spotty post, that it wasn't going to end well for me. And I was right. My heart leapt as soon as I saw Aithinn, with his natural look, and tiger-like markings. It was a tough choice, as I like quite a few of the canines Spotty donated, but I couldn't help but keep going back to Aithinn. His yellow-green eyes had burned their way into my mind, and my heart. His story started to form more fully once I heard a certain song, his song. A song of remorse and guilt, a song asking for forgiveness.

If I were to be the one honored with Aithinn, he would have his own page on my new site, a site that is slowly coming together. On top of that, he would be written about in the prequel to my main storyline, as the ancestor of a god, a canine that underwent testing and altering, but stayed strong. He would receive art whenever I could manage it, whether it be my own, or bought from others. He would be one of my most cherished characters.

.: Personality :.
In his own words:
I don't have the longest fuse in the world, so most have felt my ire. I am easily annoyed, quick to anger, and swift to pick a fight. I have no fear, not of the humans, not of the world; I fear no one. Except death. The cold grip frightens me, like nothing in this world ever has. I've seen too many creatures die, their lifeless eyes burrowing into my soul, the stench of rotting flesh haunting my worst nightmares. I don't want to end up like them. I don't want to die.

My fighting has another cause. Protection. I will give my life for those who I deem worthy of my protection. Once you are in that group, I will try my hardest to protect you. If I fail...I break.

I just wish the humans hadn't found that out.

In a nutshell:
Short-tempered
Argumentative
Protective
Rash
Thantophobic
Determined

.: Likes :.
Feeling Needed
-My life is not complete unless I have a purpose. A goal. What's life without a purpose, whether it be to steal or to save, to live or to die, or to harm or to protect?

Taibhse
-How can I not love my baby brother? He is the reason I still live in this hell hole. I refuse to leave without him, and leave him to rot here. I have to protect him.

Cool rain
-It always felt so good on my fur, the cool droplets soaking into my skin, making the wonderful scent of Irish hills sweet with the smell of rain. That is one thing I miss more than anything.

.: Dislikes :.
Death
-I hate the thought of it, the sound of it, the smell of it, the sight of it. It frightens me, and I hate being afraid. Fear is a weakness, something I can't afford to have.

Being Afraid
-Like I said before, being afraid is a weakness here...and it can get you killed. I feel like I'm trapped in a vicious circle, caused by the humans fascination with changing us.

Humid heat
-I hate this humidity. I hate the heat. My fur is too thick to truly survive here in the bayou, but survive I must. Maybe, one day, I'll find a cool hill to call my own.

.: Song :.
Running Up That Hill by Placebo

.: History/Background :.
"You left me...why did you leave me...? I did my best...but I failed you...you left me...Taibhse...please, deartháir...come back..."

24 June, 2103 18:47:23 EST

"Got us another shipment from Ireland. Grey wolves. Some of 'em are older than I'd like...but it was slim pickin's. The wolves are gettin' smarter, I think."

"Did I ask what you thought, Harrison? Just show me what you have."

The crate creaked open; I growled. Taibhse cowered behind me, his big, brown eyes watching the humans as they inspected us, their features unemotional. I mentally dared one to stick his hand in the crate; unfortunately for me, he didn't.

"Stick them in Sector 4...they should make excellent genetic subjects. And make sure to tag them this time, Harrison."

"One mistake, and you're branded a failure for life..." the human mumbled as he replaced the wooden lid, earning a snarling growl from me.

We were moving again...heading to what I assumed was this..."Sector 4" place. I turned to Taibhse, his eyes still large and frightened, returning my gaze.

"Deartháir...brother...don't be afraid...I'll protect you, don't worry," I gave him a reassuring nudge, earning me a weak nuzzle in thanks.

"I promise...I'll protect you."

26 June, 2103 16:33:02 EST

My ear still hurt from the "tagging", but, I knew, the human's hand hurt worse. He learned not to mess with me.

Unfortunately, due to work, I was unable to finish his story fully, but, here's the main idea:

Aithinn and Taibhse spend months in the compound, being tested on and changed, until Aithinn looks the way he does, and Taibhse's eyesight fails him, and his own looks are changed. Then, during a dual testing round, Aithinn fails himself and breaks his promise of protection to Taibhse, through no fault of his own, and Taibhse is killed. Aithinn's spirit breaks the night he loses the brother he loved more than anything, and he starts to waste away.

Days, weeks, months go by, blurring together in Aithinn's mind, until one night he is visited by what he believes is a hallucination of his brother, who speaks to him, telling him to stay strong, and that, this time, Taibhse would protect him. Aithinn continues to see what he slowly continues to believe is the ghost of his "deartháir" telling him to keep hope.

One night ended differently, however. Instead of Taibhse visiting him, an explosion rocks the building, sending dust cascading down from the ceiling. As it turns out, Taibhse had made friends with a local group of misfits; escapees of a compound and friends, one with a gift of speaking with the dead. This is when Taibhse comes for him, releasing him from the kennel they had once shared, leading him through burning passageways to freedom. Together, they watch the compound burn, creatures fleeing from the wreckage.

That was the last night Aithinn saw his brother's spirit, but was promised to keep helping those who went through the same hell they had. Aithinn keeps his promise, and, unbeknownst to his brother, Taibhse does the same, both protecting his brother as his brother once protected him, and helping to free others in compounds around the country.

.: Other :.
Sorry for the terribleness. XD Work prevented me from really getting to sit down and write out the story, though it was on my mind for the last two weeks. Thanks for reading, Octo, and anyone else who may read this. <3

[Electriic]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number:P56
Name: Changing it to Roo and making it a her...
Breed: Wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Shes cool! She doesnt deserve to be here, I would give her the best home she could think of.
Personality: Roo is a spunky dog that is obsessed with gum, there are wrappers EVERYWHERE in her kennel. Im assuming thats why the previous owner gave her up. She sometimes demands getting her own way. If you dont give her dinner on time you get this: ... yeah....
Likes: Duh, Gum. Blue, Green, Purple, Brown, Rotten or Already chewed she'll like it, though maybe not eat it. She is also fascinated by the moon and stars.
Dislikes: Someone taking her gum, Cloudy days.
History/Background: When she was a pup Roo was hit by a meteor type thing from space. That is how she got her moon and star. All her life she has tried to figure out what it means but hasn't succeeded.
Art: N/A
Other: N/A

I Dont know if were allowed to post for two but I love this one as well:



I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number:F36
Name:Ivy, but I want to change it to Jade
Breed: Lamb
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Shes amazing, I thought she was so cute I could scream, plus she has had a horrid life, but im willing to make the rest of it better
Personality:Caring Gentle and semi-brave
Likes: Carrots, Friendship, Happiness, not like rainbows and sunshine I mean just other things that are happy
Dislikes: Anger, Randomness
History/Background: Jade was first found on a hill in the rocky desert, animal biologists tried to nab her multiple times but didn't succeed, they did succeed in chasing her out of her territory which was probably not what they attempted. Jade was then seen in a small village, there workers that claimed to be helping injured animals took her in, after they were closed Jade was sent to the Pound of Hope
Art: N/A
Other:N/A

[yellowpip1]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number:105
Name:Timback
Breed:Wolf also half lab
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:He is stunning and needs a good home i love his markings and pattens on him. he really stands out to me. He is just STUNNING!

I will do some art of him but it WILL be really bad but i love him so much i will have to XD
Personality:
Shy
He is quite shy around others at first and doesn't really want to be centre of attention therefore he stay away from most animals and goes off into his own little world.

Imaginative
He can think of new ideas and likes to walk around places making stuff and enjoying himself.

Clever
He is very clever and can help make new things to help him and other animals also he can help think of plans to help packs or himself if he ever gets into trouble.

Quite
Timback doesn't speak much and when he does only to share his idea's and most of all because he is shy and he doesn't like to speak and only like to show or face exspretions.

Likes:
Timback loves to create stuff no matter the size, when he does he is so happy also he likes to exsplore around the land and if he is lucky enough he can go to the seaside and run around in the sea and swim all day long dawn to dusk. at the end of the day he will sit down on the sand a watch the sun set he thinks that there is so much more out there and it is a magical place. and when the sun goes down he looks up into the dark black sky and stares at the twinkling stars and if lucky he can make a wish when a shooting star flys past him.
Dislikes:
He dislikes dull things
in a crowd
fire
deep water
dragons
History/Background:
I was different from the start, really. I mean first of all my mum and dad where dogs, Labradors. My brothers and sisters where normal but why weren’t I? Well 10,000 years ago the same thing happened where two dog breed and have a baby pup wolf. This is very rare to happen, the patterns came from… well I don’t really know. Anyway here is a little story about my life. I hope I don’t drag on too much….

I took my first deep breath of life and filed my lungs with fresh air. I was born! I whimpered for milk and I crawled to my mother listening to her soft breathing, I sucked for a bit and then sniffed around touching my wet, soft nose onto my brothers and sisters. Then I felt a warm tongue licking against my fur. I rolled over onto my back as my farther licked my tummy and washing my face.

A few weeks have past and as I slurped up milk, I started to open my eyes then there was a big bright light blinding me. Suddenly different colour started to show it was amazing to see everything my little mouth dropped as looked around thinking that’s it would not be this beautiful but it is and it’s real it is not a dream! I was so happy, yapping with joy and jumping all over my siblings. Finally when I stopped to take a breath, mother stood up and started to walk away from us. We whined for her back but she ignored us and kept walking, I was the first little pup to stand up on my wobbly leg and stumble towards her. My reward was milk, as I tucked down and drinking the milk my brothers and sisters came charging towards me and pushed me out the way. I cried out but mother didn’t do anything, she was just licking the others and not doing anything to me it was like she new I was different and I am.

Yea after that I learnt what I was and how it became and bah, bah, bah then we moved bah, bah, bah Became a teenager bah, bah, bah. Then came my leaving day.
Out in the wood the wind howled through the trees and wisped into my ear as I took a deep breath. My mother was standing in front with my brothers and sisters behind sitting in a row except for one who was the only brother that liked me for who I am. He is also my closes friend. My farther said good-bye to me two days ago because he was going hunting with master. My mother had a tear in her eye but didn’t cry, she new I had to go because master was going to kill me for being a wolf. Which is not fair for me. But you know life is never fair so here I am saying my last good-bye forever. Mother licked me on my cheek and snuggled her head into my chest then moved back and smiled at me, I smiled back then ran toward brother and hugged him hard then laughed and turned away silently and walked into the darkness wishing to see them again. But I knew I was wild now!
Art: i know its not that good but i think its cute
Other: Hope you like it Thank you