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[Harpy•]

Unfortunately I must withdraw, I figured out I don't have the time right now to complete the form. >.<

[pancreas]

Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #7
Image of pet
Name You'd Choose for It: Nutmeg - I wouldn't change this even if I could, I think it suits him perfectly.
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: I have been silently stalking this thread, just waiting for a character that caught my eye. I was scrolling down - like usual - and then, bam, Nutmeg leapt out the screen and I fell in love. <3 I just love the simplicity of his design, and how his markings just fit together perfectly. I've been looking for a character like this for a while, an animal with simple but beautiful colours, natural but not too bland. Everything about him is perfect. I also love the little mask he has, which gives him a bit of a cheeky look! And the pose! Ohmigosh, he looks so darn cute all curled up like that~ All in all, I think he is totally adorable, and utterly gorgeous.
History/Background/Other:
Nutmeg yawned, his tiny paws paddling the space above his head as he rolled over, pressing himself more deeply into the blanket below him. Squirming sideways, he felt his paws connect with something other than his mother's comforting side. His eyes opened instantly, and he raised his head, looking around him with a growing feeling of panic. He wasn't at home. He wasn't beside his mother. He brothers and sisters weren't crawling over him, crying out loudly. They had gone. He was alone. In a box.

Scrambling to his paws, Nutmeg charged at the side of the box, but it threw him back without giving. Why was he here? Desperate now, he began to claw at it, mewing pitifully. Surely someone would here him - his mother, or his siblings - and they would come and rescue him. They wouldn't leave him here on his own. He kept scrabbling and mewing until his voice grew hoarse and his paws flopped uselessly, only then did the truth sink in. They weren't coming back for him. He'd been abandoned.

Why? What had he done? He had been the smallest in the litter, but surely that wouldn't have meant anything. So maybe it wasn't his mother's fault. Maybe it was the Man. The Man, who picked them up, poked them, and then set them back down roughly, muttering under his breath. Yes, it would have been the Man. But he still couldn't get out. He paced around and around in his box, finally coming to an answer. He would wait. Someone would find him eventually. Someone would look in the box. All he had to do was wait.

Time passed painstakingly slowly, and as he waited, Nutmeg's eyelids drooped threateningly. No! He couldn't sleep. He had to be alert. The Man could have dumped the box anywhere, and anything could try and get inside it. He had to be ready to face anything. And so he waited. And waited. The sounds outside the box seemed to drop to a whisper, and Nutmeg curled up even tighter, dread creeping into his mind. What if no one ever looked inside the box? Would he be left here, all alone, until he perished?
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[charity5462389]

I thought donations where closed O.O
if their not i might go ahead and post the ones i had.

Oh,if they are,I'm sorry. I didn't see where it said they were closed.

[acciobadger]

Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #7

Image of pet


Name You'd Choose for It: Nutmeg

Gender: Male

Reason You Want It:

When I saw Nutmeg, it was as if everything fell perfectly into place. An idea formed, and instead of dissipating like it usually does, it grew and because form-able. I hope to be able to at least re-create his story in words, rather than just in my mind.
Also, he's both natural and a ferret. That right there just made it so much better<3

History/Background/Other:

He was the thief. The shadow in the night which all creatures feared.

And how he loved their terror.

Even now, slipping among the shadows of the luxurious mansion, he felt at ease. He was unnoticed. This would be easy. Not simple, but easy. He would simply go in, retrieve his prize, and slip away.

He neared the doorway to the master suite, heard the snores and restless tossing of the people in their bed. Shifting to sit on his hind legs, he studied the room, looking for traps or for alarms. Content with this, he then searched out the safe. Why they thought that a safe would stop him was beyond him. Locating it, he tiptoed across the room, being sure to watch the regular breathing of the people - making sure they did not wake.

Once at the safe, he stood on his hind legs, ear pressed to the front panel as his claws expertly twisted the dial. Even the faintest click was picked up by his keen hearing, and within moments, he had discovered the combination. He stood aside as the panel swung aside to reveal an array of jewels and trinkets, priceless novelties. Quickly filling the pouch at his waist with the most valuable of these, he closed the safe, spun the dial and turned. Only to face a furious-faced man sitting up in his bed. As the man began to shout out to his guards, Nutmeg took his cue - and ran.

He wheeled out of the doorway, pausing only to watch a bullet bite the ground where he would have stood only seconds later. With a disdainful look towards the area where the bullet originated from, he lurched into the night and loped away. Soon, he knew, he would hear the barking of dogs who would chase him; and give alarm to the dreary people asleep in their beds. On into the night he ran, silent even as the dogs began to sound. He would be well out of their reach by the time they even drew near to him. He poised himself, and arced upwards, landing on one of the many drain pipes. As he scurried up, his claws making faint shuctle shuctle sounds against the metal, he felt his waist pouch slipping to come to cinch around his legs. He hoisted himself on the gutter edge, and pulled at the pouch’s strap with his teeth, settling it firmly once more around his waist. Now clambering along a rooftop, he leapt the small gaps between roofs, running from one to another with ease. Finally, he stopped. Quietly, he pushed aside a granite roof tile, baring the oak roof beams below. He slipped his lithe body inside, carefully replacing the tile, and scurried down into the attic. Unhooking the pouch, he pried open the clasp to reveal the catch inside. A glitter of a gem, the shimmer of satiny gold. Eyes glittering in anticipation, he deftly piled his new treasures on the floor. Nearby, his previous spoils lay hidden in sawdust. Tomorrow, he would give some to his beloved master downstairs. Tonight, he would bask in the glory of his achievement.

wip

I've added a small pouch around his waist, I hope this is okay. <3

(His "master" is one of my human characters who I have never drawn digitally, and mostly play around with inside my head. I want to try to draw them together digitally if I get him.)

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

Permission:

[! october]

If our form was not ready in time for the last code-drop, we should repost it to be included in the next one, correct? c:

[Papyrsatyr]

If our form was not ready in time for the last code-drop, we should repost it to be included in the next one, correct? c:

Correct.

And sorry for the confusion about if we're open or not for donations. I do believe they are CLOSED. But like I said It's not 100% sure. When we get a new tread soon this problem should be fixed. Thank you for your patience guys.

[Shadow Walker]

Tripp (or anyone else who works here now)- XD I have a quick questions. I originally designed both #47 and #63 and donated them. Would it be possible for me to have them removed? Or do you want me to get permission from Bueucherworm and Tasha to take them down first? ^^;

The designs kind of embarrass me with the way they were made and I don't think they are adoption-worthy. Especially since I know they've been here for a while. =/

EDIT: I PMed them anyway. ^^;

[Sapphirescript]

By all means go ahead~
/not stalking the board

[Tripp]

Tripp (or anyone else who works here now)- XD I have a quick questions. I originally designed both #47 and #63 and donated them. Would it be possible for me to have them removed? Or do you want me to get permission from Bueucherworm and Tasha to take them down first? ^^;

The designs kind of embarrass me with the way they were made and I don't think they are adoption-worthy. Especially since I know they've been here for a while. =/

EDIT: I PMed them anyway. ^^;

I would say pm them first to make sure its alright, but you do have designers rights so you can have the designed removed, But this is a good question and totally needs to be brought up with the staff

anyways quick update- today (thursday) is the funeral, i'm probably going to be offline most of today (not that i have been online much anyways >_> ) But this weekend (or if needed i can do the cd) i should be on more.

[Micki.]

Awuhh, Tripp. I give y'all my condolence. Hope everything'll be okay. :/