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Fluttershy wrote:Pet's ID Tag: 50.
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Name You'd Choose for It: Akemi.
Gender: Female.
Reason You Want It: Akemi's design really inspired me, alot;my mind has recently been at a creative dry spell, but a bunch of iideas about art and writing popped in my head when I saw her. Her little belly roll also reminds me of my past dog Xena <3. Whom died of Cancer in late August of '08. I'd be honored if you chose me, to become her new owner.
History/Background/Other: Akemi felt the tingling in her bones;a shift perhaps. She felt her body being drawn. First she was just black and white. And she started at the tired human in-front of her. Who was working hard on trying to make her look perfect. Than as the days went by, her lines got better. Cleaner. She stood up tall looking to the side now. But she would look to the open world of the humans, while her artist was fixing something. Than came the color. A black coat Akemi felt placed on her shoulders. Than a white muzzle streaking down her body. Four hearts, painted with effort oh her body. Pink eyes were placed on her fragile face. Than more pink on her feet and back. A white tail and red fur below that. Akemi was finally finished. That brain child, was done. A master piece. {-Yeah as you can see my writers block that took place for the past few months, has token a toll on me-}
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. I promise I will get as much art that the human and alien hands can handle C:
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Pooka135 wrote:Pet's ID Tag:
40
Image of petKennel #40: unnamed
Breed: canine
Donor: KayleeBanana
Preferences: May not be fursona or any relation to fursona (mother, uncle, daughter, etc.). May be fursona's mate. Must have a home in a character thread. No major design changes (please talk to me first), but you may add accessories. Please PM me, KayleeBanana, your form when you post it, just so I can see it. You do NOT need my permission to adopt this character. Enjoy them.
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Fallen
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
Well...I certainly have been eyeing this lovely guy for quite some time. I've just been waiting for the right time to go for him while I made my character thread more organized. When I first saw him, it took my a while to realize how he struck a chord inside of me. He inspires me and I can't help but feel a bit of myself inside of him. His pattern is so bold and wonderful, it's amazing to me that he's been here for this long. Fallen's unique design has already won a place inside of my heart, and I hope that I am the lucky person that gets to keep him forevermore.
History/Background/Other:
Personality:
Lost-
Fallen often feels lonely and sad. He often finds himself contemplating on his way of life and how he chooses to spend his time everyday. He watches as other wolves in his pack around him seem to go about their lives happily and joyously while he remains confused and troubled.
Respectful-
While Fallen does feel lost and alone most of the time, when he does get the chance to talk to another wolf, or when a wolf takes the time to speak with him out of their own free will, Fallen is as kind and courteous as he can be. He sees everyone as being deserving of respect and care.
Misunderstood-
Fallen doesn't always get the chance to speak with the other wolves of his pack. Most of the wolves often find him as a bit unusual because of his quiet and reserved ways. They think that he would rather not talk with other wolves, when truly, inside, he is yearning to speak to someone everyday.
Prudent-
Fallen is extremely wise, which goes well with his quiet manner and lost manner. He uses the smarter side of him in situations when deciding on whether to put himself in situation with other wolves that happen to be vicious at that time.
Dauntless-
Secretly, on the inside, Fallen is brave and fearless. He will only show this when he is being threatened, or when there is a life-threatening situation to any other wolf in the pack, no matter their personality or ways. His strong wings help him with this in case he needs to descend down from over them.
History:
At birth some wolves fled. At sight some would wear expressionless faces. I was different from the start. My parents weren't the highest ranked in the pack, but they held ranks of importance. My mother, Fey, was the Lead Hunter. Valkor, my father, was the Lead Warrior. The two had always been slightly different, my mother having wings, and my father having a slightly different coloration on him in a few places. I, had gotten both of these unusual traits full-fledged.
I knew from his first steps as well as first flight that the other pups seemed to steer clear of me. They didn't even know my personality, they never took the time to get to know me. I wasn't always this way. I somewhat happy as a pup, thinking that someday the other pups would see me as one of them. I was just waiting for that day.
I spent most of my time with my parents, knowing that at least them and a few other adults would act as if I were normal and would take the time to listen to what I had to say. This made me much more mature than the other pups. I stopped having the feeling inside of wanting to play and romp around all the time. I became mature before my time to. My mind set was serious, and I was becoming smarter with each day I spent with them, I learned about things they normally didn't talk about in front of pups. I felt like a spectator because I had stopped talking about it all with them after a while. I just listened and contemplated on the subjects. It was all so well until that despairing day.
--------------------One Year Later--------------------
The warriors and hunters were all preparing. Except for my mother and father. They had been sent out by the Alphas' orders to scout the perimeter of our territory. I had gone with my parents, helping my mother scout from the skies. I was wearing my bandanna around my neck, Fey had given it to me. She told me that she had gotten in from a very special place and that I was to never lose it. I promised her that I wouldn't, and have kept the promise.
I was flying above my parents, just over the treetops. I could barely see them, but I could see enough of them to know that they were there. My mother had chosen to stick to the ground with my father, but she told me to stay up in the skies. I hadn't been bothered by this, I was used to being left alone.
I continued flying, following above the path that they followed on the borders. I wasn't sure what the creatures were that my mother and father were scouting for. They hadn't said it was wolves, they said other words that I wasn't familiar with at the time. I could smell them though as the wind blew harder above the trees. It smelled as if it had come from miles away, but as I looked down to check on my parents, I knew that the creatures were already here.
They were tall creatures that stood on two legs and not four, but they did have another creature that stood on four that stood by their sides obediently. They had rounded ears and long skinny tails rather than fluffy ones like ours. My instincts were set on fire by the scent they put off. I didn't know this at the time, but cougars and humans together, could do a lot of damage on two wolves.
As I looked down on my parents, getting attacked by the vicious creatures, my mind went into shock. I was frozen in the air where I was, my wings moving gently to keep me in place. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help, but they had said to keep safe and not fight if it came to that. I felt a fire rise in me as I thought about my parents dying and not being able to return. I quickly nosedived at the group of fighting creatures. I landed on top of one of the four-legged ones and scratched at her angrily. She scratched back just as hard, but with claws that dug into my skin easily. I yipped loudly and jumped back, scared by the amount of pain that had been inflicted on me.
When I had jumped back, it had been a huge mistake. I felt a great force grab onto my scruff and pull me backward. One of the two-legged creatures jumped onto me, and then I felt two sharp stings in my left ear toward the tip. This is how I got the colorful stones on my ears. They had been clipped on quickly, and the pain didn't subside. The two-leggeds then slammed me to the ground, two holding me down as I kicked my legs and fought hard to just get free of their grip. Two dark rings were then clasped around my front paws, and they strung across, attached to each other.
Then I the weight was immediately lifted off of my body as my parents lunged and tackled the humans. Little did they know, there was a human hiding in the bushes, waiting for the deed to be done. After killing the human he had tackled, my father came to me and sighed. He grabbed hold of the long dark thing that attached the two black bands together, and pulled with all his force. The chain snapped off both of the wristbands, but the wristbands remained there. I felt relieved because now I could walk normally again without the chain restricting me to a certain space. I was looking down at my paws when I heard the stomach-quenching howl come from my mother's throat. I looked up and my father was already to her and trying to attack the two-legged that had hurt Fey. I felt as if there was nothing I could do, it had all happened so quickly. I watched as my parents were both quickly in a state of struggle, and not long after that...their bodies went limp.
I wanted so badly to stay there and mourn for them, but I knew I needed to go. After that, I had almost immediately taken flight. I made it back to the main camp not long after, a few tears rolling down my cheeks as I landed. The Alphas questioned my return alone, and I told them everything. They had the look on their faces that I had seen before, the look that told me it was my fault, or that I could have done something. It was then that I decided not to talk anymore. I feared that I'd just be saying something wrong or frowned upon.
I went to the small river that went through our territory close to one of the sides. I stayed there or went there almost everyday. A few elder pack members came to see me, hoping that I may be alright, but I never talked to them. I went mute. I remained mute for a little over a year.
--------------------A Year and Eight Moons Later--------------------
I returned to the main part of pack, back into my old den. There were a few new wolves that had lost their pack to the humans and most of the females were thinking about having another litter of pups. I watch upon them quietly, never bringing myself to talk to anyone. I simply lay in my den and get everyday necessities of life. I don't play, I don't have fun, I'm an adult now. I have always felt like one though. I have been keeping my eye on a female though, one that appeals to me. I find her watching me sometimes, almost as if she's curious as to who or what I am but is afraid to find out. She watches me everyday, and I can't help but stare back in admiration of her beauty.
I know she will come talk to me. Someday, I just don't know when. So for now I leave you, hoping to find my partner within the next few months, thinking it good for me. I can't help but feel lost though even when I look at the female, knowing that she will never understand the things that I have been through in my life. She won't know why I look the way I do, or why I wear unusual human objects. They are my own reminder though. A reminder of what I did wrong, and of what I could have done right. Most importantly though, I feel my parents still inside me and with me, and these objects help me feel that.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
