Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[! october]

I had planned it for Saturday, June 11, actually. ^^;
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[Lirrie]

Shoot sorry red i was just going with what tiki said

[alas,]

I am looking to adopt...
But no longer need to look...
Because I have found her...
❀picture;

❀kennel number; P99.

❀name; Xua Lily. [zwa lill-ee] Her name has no literary meaning, but to me, it means a specific strength of heart; a female strength of heart to be specific. If Xua was a male and I was keeping the name's meaning, she'd be called Xua Rock; thankfully that is not the case.
❀alias; Xua. Used for work and at home. [zwa] Girl. Used at home only, and sometimes by Deuce. [gerl] Deputy. Used at work only. [depp-yu-tee]
❀breed; Estrela Mountain Dog [Canis lupus familiaris] xx German Shepherd [Canis lupus familiaris]. She had her tail docked for duty.
❀gender; Female.
❀age; Two and a half years.
❀orientation; Straight.
❀occupation; Assassin and a domestic pet.
❀living place; Average middle-class home with owner in a moderate family neighborhood, but dissapears for days at a time when on duty. Her home them becomes the AU, the Assassin Union. It is located about fifteen minutes into the forest by running at a dog's speed and three minutes past an abandoned wheat field and a pond and hill named Indigo Pond. You can find her there a lot.
❀placement; Character, perhaps an anima due to extremely strong bond.
❀theme song; The Devil Keeps Grinning; a wonderful song sung by the talented Gary Jules. [view the lyrics here]
--> Her and Deuce's song is Absolutely [Story of a Girl] by the fantastic band Nine Days. You can read the lyrics here.


❀why do you want this animal; Why? Why. It's a beautiful thing, really. Not because there's a marvelous swirl and blend of different shades of color, or because it looks like a masterpiece, not because I just want to write for this gorgeous creature...because I can see her; I can /feel her. There's an immense bond between Xua Lily and I, quite frannkly, can't shake it off. Nor do I want to. Also because this mixture--this array of pleasing designs and colors--it makes me smile, it makes me stop and think. "What if she was real?" This thought occurs to me when I see something that seems as if it belongs to a fantasy world. This subject is usually a delightful object that will enlighten me. Xua Lily does exactly so. She will make me smile, and does make me smile. When you know something [or someone] that can coax a smile out of you, don't you desire it? Doesn't your heart crave to be with it, or own it? Don't your hands just stretch out to reach for it?
❀what will you do for it; I will do as I say. I would recieve art for her, I would involve her character in this story, and if I have time, may create her more stories for her to be in. She will most certainly have poems and perhaps songs inspired by her and her loss, and just for her altogether. She would also have her own pieces of art and her own spot in my character thread. Also, she would be one of my characters who knows she's a fragment of this story. She wouldn't be inclined to be protected from elsewhere [as in nothing that wasn't her story], and would know and [possibly] accept my other five well-cared for characters. [can be seen along with their art and profiles on my charater thread] My sister also makes movies with her friends, and if it is possible, just for a short while, I can make a short film for her [with a human playing her, however]. I have also suddenly become interested in blurb sketches. I call them this because they are a cleanly lined piece with thinner lines, making the art appear somewhat sloppy, but still very pleasing. Along the side is a blurb, statement, comment, quotation or what ever the artist pleases. I would most likely create plenty of these pieces for Xua and perhaps Deuce alongside her.


❀personality; Xua Lily isn't your average female. She's a half and half girl who's got her family side, and her serious side. In order to keep both these sides in check, she goes through major stress to have to know when not to show love [which I must say, is rather hard to hide] and when to let it shine through. So, she'll have those days when she becomes down and dejected with some edge. She will also have those good days when everything is in place, the sun glinting down on her.

Because she's part of a unit [Assassin Union for the government], she works with other dogs and humans. This makes her very intelligent and her tactics pack-like. She processes very well with others, but is also very capable of working alone. Versitile. This makes Xua flexible and ready for what ever you throw at her, and also well around others. Even though she's quite stubborn during the job. But she's quite stylish while being stubborn, she's not bratty about it. She has a perfect smirk for the job.

However, like any being, there are nit-picky issues that irritate her to no end. These push her to an extent that makes Xua violent, which in a sense, makes her more slick and sly. When pressured, which she is good under, her activity because more smooth and precise, so she is often put under a lot of it. Once put under too much pressure, though, she begins to break and obtain a sharp point. This makes her even more violent; so much that she is sometimes sent with bigger, buffer males to take care of her mission with them.

Somewhat flirty, but unintentionally, Xua Lily is one of those girls that each guy wants. She stands on the brink of danger and just plain crazy, and enjoys every second of it. She doesn't care for boys, as in not interested, and needs nor wants really anything to do with them other than a friendship. She is better with men, anyhow, due to her competetive nature when around girls.

When Xua is with her master, things change. She becomes a motherly girl who seeks attention only when Master can easily give it. All she wants to do is keep him safe from the people the AU and her are after, and make sure no harm ever comes to him. While she is loyal in general, she can sometimes trail away from the rules. But with Master, all she ever does is stick to them, and she is perfectly happy with that. She enjoys being with him and wants nothing more than some TLC and a pat on the head from him.

She's patient with Master, but not so much with her co-workers and teachers at the AU. When with her owner, she never leaves his side unless duty calls with an urgent request. This is when she runs off to the Union. Her master does not know where she goes when Xua runs off, but he trusts her with his life because she is so trustworthy. She always returns.

She's entirely truthful about herself and what she thinks. In fact, she's too honest for her own good and sometimes blurts out her thoughts whether they're good or bad. She can easily shattered someone's heart because she is entirely capable of it, but out of her own good heart and her pinch of common sense, that is something she attempts to hold back. The nasty words that degrade one's soul.

She lacks what may seem to be common sense, but it's the common sense to not do idiotic things that she lacks. For example, jumping off a cliff into water, or sky-diving, or even jumping into a window only to land on shattered piece of glass. She doesn't mind being hurt because she is very perserverent, but she does have her boundries [that she ignores anyway].

Xua Lily doesn't take compliments well, or give them well either. She's humble and doesn't brag about her life and how it's going, or throw pity-parties. She will stand strong and just keep her head up. This is why she doesn't take them well, because she doesn't want to hear about herself. She's more inclined to hear of Master's safety; which would be the only thing that could make her weak and drop her head, if this safety was poor.
❀likes; Xua Lily loves many things because of her good heart, but since she's easily irritated, that narrows things down. What she cherishes the most is her Master. He is always there for her, and she's always there for him. There's such a connection between the two, they are inseparable. Because of this bond, and that there is a constant cycle of giving and sharing with Master and Xua, love just pumppumppumps for them. Assisting also pleases her, because she loves that feeling that she's done something for someone or something. She likes being capable of making a difference in a life. To her, she'd be willing to perish for that cause. Her body-image makes her happy, too. Not that she's not humble, for she is, but that her brain and self is content with the picture she sees in the mirror. Not that she would care much if she didn't; she'd still have her wits and Master. But mainly, it's her tattoos that she likes the best about herself. However, she's only to wear them during missions, so the AU handlers wash it off the dogs after a job. She still adores the pattern. In general, she likes tattoos anyways. Xua Lily also enjoys activity. Whether it be cavorting with her master or running in the field past the AU, she'll do anything to really get her heart pumping and to avoid thinking of when Master got shot. Even though she doesn't like much relationship other than Master in her life, she has fallen in love with her co-worker, Deuce, but she won't admit it. He really loves her in return, as well.
❀dislikes; It's not that she doesn't like her job, it's that she has to leave her master unguarded. She can't bare the thought of his death, his lack of existence in her life. She doesn't really care for relationships either. She seriously and entirely finds them overrated and bitter. Xua Lily avoids lovey dovey bonds at all costs [excluding Deuce]. Even most friendships she tries to keep...minimal. As in 'just acquaintances'. [excluding Deuce] She can't stand being in one place for too long; she must move about. It's not like she cannot stop moving [she can, very easily], it's just that she doesn't like having nothing to do. She tries to keep herself busy. And Roe! She hates the terrorist with a burning passion. Because of her job, she has also trained her ears to such an extent that she cannot take very much noise. Bullets from guns is something she's used to, so that doesn't bother her. But extreme noise, such as an airplane or helicopter taking off, or screams from a rollercoaster [or the ride itself] she can't withstand. Basically, she detests noise in general.


❀history/background; You never begin with pain and suffering, because that doesn’t make a good story. You have to make your reader laugh and smile; you must make them go through hardships in the story, break-ups and some heart-throbs. But sometimes, in this world there isn’t much but hatred and pain. There isn’t much but darkness, so you must force your reader into a deep abyss of nothingness just to begin. And who wants to read a sad story?

--

A bullet ripped through his flesh, blood spewing each way, the floor covered in the sticky red fluid. Paws thumping against the ground, claws scratching urging to get to their destination. Too late, too late. Too late, too late. The smell of death filling your nose, fear striking your eyes with each breath. A bullet at ripped through his flesh! Too late, too late. Too late, too late. A…a bullet…tore through his shirt. A…a bullet…tore through his chest. A..a bullet scarcely missing his heart. Not late, not late. Not late, not late.

--

In a happy world, he would’ve died on the spot. The world wouldn’t have left him alive, only so it could torture the pained man; on the brink of death, but not enough trauma to die. What was this? This mutiny of the world that it must make all suffer the greatest hurt in their lives!

It made me exist through the pain. In a happy world, I would’ve jumped in front of the bullet to take the shot anyways. I could’ve taken the torture. Just…just not him. Please not him. But it was him, so I sat, numb in the hospital room with Master’s closest friend, waiting—just waiting—wondering if I had been wrong and it was too late, too late, not not late, not late.

But the snobby woman came out and told Master’s friend and I that he would be okay, he was just suffering from a
broken collar bone and ribs, plus a few tiny holes in his lungs. Just suffering? Just dying a little, one fragment at a time? One by one, one by one?

--

Master ended up coming back. He was never the same though. He still loved, but he did not romp. I had to keep him safe from this depression. This blackness of heart that was eating him alive. Just dying a little, one fragment at a time. One by one, one by one.

I had to keep him safe. I needed knowledge, I needed to learn. I needed to become a killer to prevent killers. He needed to be protected from another bullet so it can’t rip through his flesh once again. I had to become darkness to prevent darkness; I had to become an assassin. So that’s exactly what I did.

--

“Xua Lily, it’s this way,” a male, Deuce, hissed at me, his ears flattening against his skull. I turned my head, shooting a glare his way, and padded down the hall I had been facing before. Deuce, a pedigree German Shepherd, grunted quietly, and stalked the corridors behind me, upset that I wasn’t following him.

With an even pace slinking past the marble wall, I turned abruptly, the scent of man attacking my nose. Deuce seemed surprised by the smell himself, for it was the exact scent we had been hunting for. He grimaced at me and turned into the doorway after me.

“There,” I pointed out a sleeping man in a canopy bed. He was nestled under custom-made sheets and blankets that eerily matched everything in the room. I turned to Deuce who was still upset that I hadn’t followed him, the leader for this specific mission.

“Find the humans, they’re still looking for him,” I murmured. Deuce grunted again and padded out of the room, searching for them. I sat still there, observing the room for any weapons that our target could use against us. Even though Deuce and I were equip with bullet-proof vests and eye protectors, the majority of our bodies were vulnerable.

Deuce appeared in the room eventually, but this time with our entire crew of about ten more humans. They tip-toed up to the man, and aimed their pistols and machine guns. One was about to order the men to shoot, but suddenly, the sleeping male’s eyes flashed open, blood-shot and cruel.

He punched guns out of his path while our assassins fell back. Deuce and I snarled, charging after him. The man was in boxers and a tight tank-top, but somewhere concealed in that outfit, he snatched a hidden pistol and waved it in the air. He was panting and his feet were tapping against the ground. Deuce and I bolted forwards, an extra burst of speed, and were running by his sides. I bit his legs with all my might, and Deuce did the same, exerting his normal two-hundred pounds of force; average for a German Shepherd.

The man cursed in pain, then fell to the ground, blood spilling on the tile. Our men came running, commanding us to get out of the way. We hopped to the sides of the hallway just in time as a rain of bullets showered on the fleeing man.

Instant death.

--

“Xua, girl?” My master called out into our backyard. I had just returned from the mission, and it was early in the morning. My tattoos had been washed off after duty, and my coat cleaned of blood, and brushed to avoid matting. I wagged my tail in response, and ran up to the patio to see Master. He smiled at me and instructed for me to come inside.

“Would you like to go for a walk?” Knowing my personality, Master often asked me about activity and work. I loved helping him with everything, and doing anything to avoid thinking about when he was shot. He doesn’t remember it, but I do. I barked half-heartedly, not desiring to be too loud for Master. He wasn’t that sensitive at all, really, I just wanted to be sure. I still think he’s frail.

“Mkay.” I followed him outside the front door, waiting for him while he locked it.
I lacked a leash only because I strictly didn’t need one. I wouldn’t run off, even if there was a hare or cat in which petty dogs fancied chasing. He trusted me, so I provided the trustworthiness.

Usually on walks, Master would talk to me, and I would listen. I never barked back, or whimpered in return though. I was too busy watching ever corner to assure my owner’s safety. I was always scared that one of our targets would try to ruin my life by ending Master’s. So I’d watch out for him. The thought of his death is too painful for me to withstand.

I hear no footfalls behind me, and I whip around. Master is bending down to pick a zinnia that somehow trailed near the rim of the sidewalk. I whine at him, urging his feet after mine, but her plucks the flower from its foundation and smiles. I cock my head and step forward.

“See this? It’s a zinnia, and it’s not wild. So it’s rare that we’d see one abnormally close to the sidewalk in a patch of grass.”
Master doesn’t give my much credit in knowledge of things less…dog-like. But I wait for him to finish his sentence and wag my tail at him as if this is something I didn’t know before. He grins and sticks the flower between my neck and collar.

“There!” He pats my head and walks on, waiting for me to follow. I do run after him, making sure my paws are hardly an inch from his shoes.

--

“Deputy Xua Lily and Deuce, you two will be sent off together on a major mission. You are to find this woman, Roe. She is a terrorist in action, committing key crimes and destroying minute countries such as Singapore across the eastern hemisphere. You are to discover her location and stay put once you’ve done so. After twenty-four hours of inactivity from you two, we will fly over to the position and we’ll all work to rid of her existence.”

Deuce and I nod to our boss, and then are led to two cages. They are sturdy, but reek of other canine agents. After being placed gingerly into the cages, we are both carried onto a cargo plane. Some time whirs by, and the plane urges forward, revving so loud that my ears begin to pound. I curl up in the cage, flinching from the obnoxious sound. We’re zipping across the runway, and suddenly, we seem to be still and floating, and the noise from the plane calms so I can unravel.

“You alright?” Deuce asks me. I grunt, hating too much severe noise, and he chuckles. “Hey, what do you say, after the mission we go for a walk together? Just you and me up to the hill that looms over Indigo Pond past the AU.” I had always had a thing for Deuce when I first met him, but after I really got into my job, I lost interest in everything other than Master and keeping him safe. I sighed.

“Deuce, you know I’m busy protecting Master. I tell you this constantly,” I mumble at him, really not wanted to deal with relationships at that moment, let alone at any time at all.

“Sorry; I just thought you might want to take a break from protecting the old man.”

“Old…what?! He’s at a perfect age, don’t criticize him!” I snap.

“Xua…” He says, but not loud enough. I’m still bickering. “Xua Lily-DEPUTY XUA!” I turn my head immediately toward his cage. “Calm down, I didn’t mean anything by that. Normally people wouldn’t fuss over that so…eagerly. Is there something up with him?” I didn’t realize how ridiculous I had sounded when I snapped about him calling Master ‘old’. Deuce wasn’t wrong, my owner wasn’t the youngest. But I didn’t think he was an elder, either.

“No. He’s just…old I guess,” I joke, awkwardly letting the honest words spill from my mouth. Deuce laughs at me and lays down in his stinky cage. “I’m too protective, right?”

“Sometimes that’s a good thing,” Deuce responds. I curl back up, the silent hum of the plane coaxing me to sleep. But I miss that ‘night girly’ I receive from Master each evening. But before I can think twice about it, Deuce says something else.

“Night girly.” And I fall right asleep.

--

In the morning, I awake in the cage, but the iron wired door has been opened for me to crawl out of. I’ve been hidden behind a dumpster in an alley-way, with Deuce’s cage nowhere in sight. A red flash suddenly goes off, and I whirl around. I figure out that it’s on my collar, a cube screen with a green grid shown on it, along with a moving red dot. It’s bolted along the screen when it hits me. That’s Deuce! With the thought in my mind, I head out hoping he wasn’t taking on Roe by himself.

--

Town square smells strange. It smells of manure, goats, sheep, food, and strange people. But the weirdest thing is, I also smell people who smell like my home. They’re in fancy cars, driving down the dirt road without a care in the world—so careless as if they were going to hit one of the million screaming, half-naked children running around.

I shake my head and run on, trying to find the place where the home-smelling humans and cars are approaching from.

It’s not long until I find a mess of shiny vehicles, and a strong scent of a familiar boy. Deuce. I smile and hurry on, attempting with my life to find him. Suddenly, a tail forms from behind a car; then paws, legs, and a torso… Finally, as I speed up, a face. Deuce! With a bark, I signify my presence.

“Xua,” he says with a dejected face. I glance down more at his legs and see something I hadn’t seen before. Blood. My mouth opens wide and I slow to a trot.

“What…? What happened, Deuce?” I ask, my voice about to crack.

“I found Roe. She was at this airport.” That would explain the home-smelling beings. “She knows we’re tracking her, Xua. She’s going back to America to punish us for it,” he chokes out. With a limp forward to me, more blood oozes from his leg. “She had a pistol,” Deuce coughs.

“How is she going to punish us, Deuce?” I walk up to him to try to cajole his sanity to stay for awhile.

His eyes become as pained as I’ve ever seen eyes; worse than my own when Master was shot.

“Murder.”

That’s all I had to hear. I knew what Roe was going to do; she was going to try and kill loved ones of the workers. And their most trustworthy workers’ family would go first. Master was going to be killed, and my target had an astonishing head-start to the battle that was about to begin.

Death was coming once again.

--

A young native woman had found Deuce and I sitting near a brick building. She gasped and led us to her home, where she was obviously training to become a veterinarian for the country’s canine unit. She wrapped Deuce’s leg up in gauze, but not after giving him many antibiotics and infection-prevention shots.

Afterwards, Deuce was ordered to rest by the woman, and I called into the AU out back. One of the Union’s Rottweilers answered in reply to the message. I spoke into the cube on my collar.

“Deuce has been injured in battle with Roe. I was trying to find him while he was shot,” I tried to say calmly into the microphone in my collar. I wanted to seem tranquil even though inside, bits and pieces of me were exploding.

One by one, one by one.

“Shot by who again?” The Rottie questioned in response.

“Roe, our target. She’s flying to America most likely with allies to assist her in attack. We need to be picked up right away. Tell the pilots to fly the fastest jets they have. Tell them to shoot out the Lockheed SR-71! Now!” I screamed, my sense running off.

“On it, Deputy.” The cube on my collar clicked, ending the call. I turned back toward the building and bolted forward, but skidded to a stop. I had forgotten to mention of Master’s death! I needed the AU to protect him. As I pulled my paw up, swishing it near my neck to find the button that called the Union, I noticed that it had slipped off.

I whipped around to see a blue Toyota Camry crush my collar’s attachment. I couldn’t call back. I would have to hurry to get to master.

It wasn’t long after that a jet lowered to the airport, and Deuce and I were shoved in. Deuce was still woozy from his nap, but he acknowledged where we were at least. I didn’t care, though. All that was on my mind was Master. We spun around in the aircraft, and literally shot like a bullet back to the United States.

I had caught up with Roe.

--

Deuce was being properly treated in the AU’s surgery room; the bullet ripped through his muscle, and it needed to be sown back together. Once we landed, I had lunged out of the jet and bolted home, trying to get there before Roe did. I was rushing, my heart pumping as hard as it could. If I ran any faster, I was sure my heart would burst.

As I was bolting through the field past the AU, I saw the looming hill Deuce had invited me to. I saw Indigo Pond and all the bio-luminescent bugs flying around it. My world almost collapsed. I loved him. And I loved Master. My heart did seem like it burst in two; one half for Master, the other for Deuce. But Deuce was in good hands. Master was not.

As I sprinted home, many thoughts whooshed through my head. What if he was dead already, Master? What if…what if Deuce wouldn’t survive? What if Roe wasn’t even here and I was hurting my heart for nothing? I shook them all away and went on auto-pilot, not caring about the questions or that I lacked my collar and was still wearing my temporary tattoo from the Union. My paws led me home, and that was all that mattered.

A car was in the drive-way, unfamiliar and peculiar. Roe. I rushed up to the porch, and leapt into the shatter-proof glass door holding me back. It crushed into a million pieces despite its name.

A red-haired woman with a pixie hair-cut lowered her pistol and whipped her head around to see me and my cut open paws gushing blood from my landing upon the glass. She smirked at me. It wasn’t a fair game…for her. I was ten times faster than she was, even with cut paws! I grinned and took a step forward thinking:

A bullet wouldn’t rip through his flesh, blood spewing each way, the floor covered in the sticky red fluid. Paws wouldn’t thump against the ground, claws scratching urging to get to their destination. Not late, not late. Not late, not late. The smell of death not filling your nose, fear not striking your eyes with each breath. No bullet ripping through his flesh! Not late, not late. Not late, not late. A…a bullet…not tearing through his shirt. A…a bullet…not tearing through his chest. A..a bullet enormously missing his heart.

But as I thought this, something happened. A bullet was released from the gun, too quick for me to handle. It cut through the air like a knife through butter, and it cut through Master’s heart like a stone through water. Easy as one, two, three.

Too late, too late. Too late, too late.

--

Roe was caught that night after Deuce found out what I zipped off to try and achieve. The dogs at the Assassin Union told me that he tugged and tugged until he came loose from all the wires and needles they had inside of him. They told me that he chased after me and brought other humans with him by his act of rebellion toward the doctors. This saved my life from Roe, but not Master’s.
Roe was burned by a stake like the Joan of Arc, except Roe was no saint. She was a creature of cruelty and hatred that had nothing to do with love.

I did end up going to the hill with Deuce after awhile. I hid in my broken and lonely house without my owner for a year or so until I was persuaded to leave my haven. But it was nice, tasting fresh air and feeling the authentic breeze ruffling my fur.

And as the moon hovered in the sky that night as Deuce and I loomed over Indigo Pond, my eyes flittered closed out of faitgue and my mind was only to be soothed by the sound of two voices echoing in my head.

“Night girly,” Deuce and Master hummed.
❀art; [she has much more in my sketchbooks and on my computer hiding in my WIP files somewhere. :B]


❀other; I had so much fun writing this; it was such a breeze, too! I can't tell you how close I feel to her. I cried when even I wrote the parts when she was sad, and could feel my teeth clench when I wrote pieces when she was mad. When Master died, I about broke down and cried like it was some flawless author wrote the story [which, rest assured, I am no fantastic author], or as if I was Xua Lily herself. Thank you Spotty for the wonderful donation, than you PoH staff for the chance by making such a great adoption centre, and thanks everyone else for keeping it running by your adoptions and donations. Good luck to all.

I hope I don't let Xua down; it /is/ the Pound of Hope, afterall, right?

[note- I /may/ be camping this weekend during the code drop. So if I do win and become Xua Lily's new owner, I may not answer right away. ;A; [even though I'll be dying at the campsite trying to find wi-fi to know if I won or not. :B]
I have returned early, luckily. 8D]

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Hey guys, finally made it over here. :D It's KeeDrake^^.

[AviatorPenguin]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P39
Name: Bastet
Breed: Sphinx cat
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I've spent a better part of my time on Chicken Smoothie looking for a cat character. Until now, I couldn't find one design that I liked. Not that they weren't all beautiful, It's just that none of them were my style. Bastet has natural colours and adorable markings, plus, the marking on her shoulder is a nice touch. I will use her in a story I'm planning on writing, and I'll draw tons of art of her.
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
Art:
Other:

WIP~

[Pooka.]

Alright, thanks!

[Micki.]

When is the code drop? Sorry, but I'm not very up-to-date with PoH. :/

[Keriae]

Code Drop is next Friday. X3

Point two post up O.O

I had planned it for Saturday, June 11, actually. ^^;
-pokes front page-

There you go.

[Tarantulatom]

Hello there, I have another question. (Also, my donation will go up tomorrow, promise! Have her drawn, just need to scan now).

When the donor requests that the animal's name not be changed, does this also mean that a last name cannot be added? Say the history of the character you're adopting involves being born into a culture that has more than one name (like our own). Is adding on to a name also forbidden if the donor requests the name not to be changed? As I always assumed that meant to keep that part of the name and to never erase it, but that nicknames (like if they have a brother and the brother calls them a silly name) were possibly alright as well as adding onto the name.

If it's not okay (nicknames as well), that's fine, I'm just wondering as it will affect my history for the animal I'll be applying for soon.

Thanks!

[Keriae]

Hello there, I have another question. (Also, my donation will go up tomorrow, promise! Have her drawn, just need to scan now).

When the donor requests that the animal's name not be changed, does this also mean that a last name cannot be added? Say the history of the character you're adopting involves being born into a culture that has more than one name (like our own). Is adding on to a name also forbidden if the donor requests the name not to be changed? As I always assumed that meant to keep that part of the name and to never erase it, but that nicknames (like if they have a brother and the brother calls them a silly name) were possibly alright as well as adding onto the name.

If it's not okay (nicknames as well), that's fine, I'm just wondering as it will affect my history for the animal I'll be applying for soon.

Thanks!

I don't think it would matter, but I think the best thing to do is PM the donor, and ask them. Only they know.

[Tarantulatom]

Oh, wow. I didn't even think of that. xD Thank you so much, Jack! <3