. mentaer fox adoptables . revival c: / reread rules!

[Mekiebi]

Here :X I adore Aza's pund fox. Tis pro! o

[beloved.]

Here :X I adore Aza's pund fox. Tis pro! o

Not sure ^^

I might, I might not owo

[Mekiebi]

Yeah I understand lol Its just I can't stalk this thread all day. I do alot of things during the day. It was epic nice to have the warning lol. You can even be vague. Will it be in the morning or the evening lol. Anything is nice.

[beloved.]

Yeah I understand lol Its just I can't stalk this thread all day. I do alot of things during the day. It was epic nice to have the warning lol. You can even be vague. Will it be in the morning or the evening lol. Anything is nice.

It you are talking about Aza's litter I'm not sure.

I might release a litter when I get to even start making them ouo;;

[EmberWolf]

Oh gosh, thanks so much BeLOVED for the pound fox! I'll have to figure out a name yet but X3 Thank yew <3

[beloved.]

Oh gosh, thanks so much BeLOVED for the pound fox! I'll have to figure out a name yet but X3 Thank yew <3

My pleasure XD

AMG..
DIDN'T NOTICE THE FFFF ARTSHOP OF YOUR'S TILL NOW
*goes to stalk*

[Kickin' up dirt]

I thought it was first come first serve?

[Nyxeva]

Is the second pound fox still available?

[kivr & fireflii]

I thought it was first come first serve?

The pound foxes aren't.

Is the second pound fox still available?

Yes, it is.

[Not me nope]

.Niamh.
Pronounced 'Neve'

Crimson lights falling from above,
fifteen secrets and repeated lies,
no family nor caring love,
Just scared and frightened,
alone and frightened,
in my own small world.

Nothing is worth loss of family,
Pain, confusion and regret,
Distinctively ignoring everything around me,
Riding through the dark,
the earthy metallic dark,
leading somewhere new.

several greasy, wrinkled hands,
Metal bars, caked with mould,
Hold me tighter than I can stand,
pushing me faster,
pulling me faster,
Into the depths of dispair.




Born weak, powers bent. No longer protected, able to be seen, able to be harmed.
She just doesn't know why she has to be the unlucky one.

---
.Infomation report.
--
.The basics.
Christian name:
.Niamh.
Pronounced 'Neve'

surname:
.Lea-may.
Pronounced 'Lee - ah - may'

Gender:
Female

DoB:
19/06/2009

Birth Place:
Unknown.

Siblings:
Unknown.

Mother & father:
Unknown.

Mate:
None.

Soul power:
fire

.In-depth.

Personality:
Her actions show she is scared and often worried about other's lives rather than her own. Brought up as weak, and diffrent, she certainly knows how to cover up. Unfortunatly no one relises what she has been through and decides to make her life as bad as possible. Born with no protection, she is an easy target so needs to know exactly what is going on around her. She is fast and cunning, though unluckly, clumbsy. Naimh is fast and hates not doing anything and just sitting around, on teh other hand, she does love night times when most humans are asleep and inside, she can rest, properly with no fear. Suprisingly, she dislikes day times more than nights.

Niamh is loyal and won't let anyone who she trusts down. She trusts more things than she probley should, but most of the time it pays off. Cautious yet loving, she is independent and won't let you make her do something. If anything, she will refuse and relax, ignoring her surroundings. She knows, some day she will die, what ever happens, so she just gets on with life the way it happens for her. So If her brain tells her to run, she will not hesitate. If it goes wrong, well, what if it goes right?

Backstory:
I crouched low, my head thumping with pain. Perhaps I should run, had they saw me? Should I really risk it? 5 years of my lifes memory, giving me time to reflect on that one frenzy in my life, that one year, the year in which I was reeled back in for more torture. Somehow I was speical. My wings, for example, were worth so much. And still are...

//flashback//

Hot tears ran down my quivering cheeks as they tugged me like a barbie, pulling me apart. Both inside and out. I was chucked and turned, spinned and twisted. At last they strapped me down, If I struggled I would be weak. I must save my energy. Suddenly, hot tongs seared my right wing and I yelped in pain, crying harder. Days flipped by, my stomauch faster and faster churning for food, then, one unfortunate day, I blacked out...

//flashback end//

I decided to run. Last time I had been saved, by who or what, I will find out. Someday. And no one will stop me from searching. Not again. My life was filled with mystery and confusion, too much went on at once, but all I know is they are back. Back for the rest of me. I had to. So, I ran.

Pelting it down the streets of south-east England, I twisted round a sharp bend, to only find my self stunned in front of a large Tesco store, I skidded within its walls, people and tourists watching me. When young, I was shifted and taken, away from my own kind. Me, I could be seen, why was I diffrent? I am now an outcast within the soiciaty. Humans that stare. They try to snatch me. Take me to diffrent places. No one wants me to love me, they want my fur, my wings, my speicalties. I moved quickly, bloking every noise and movement aroud me. I felt this person hot on my heels. Wether there was more, I did not know. I didn't want to look back. I wanted to help them, I couldn't, they harmed me. They ruin the enviroment with thier technical apliances. I help create new land, only for them to build on and trash. Tons of litter fills these empty places. I want it to change. But first, who was it that saved my life that monday night?

I was hidden well now, under a small bin filled with last nights supper. I scratched around for peices to eat. Without relizing it, I began to think of my family. Did I have any? I must have, musn't I? I lost my power to protect myself from humans seeing me, only now I must hide and cry for help each night. I whine and moan, hoping someone will hear me. I can see my own kind, work together with my own kind, but somehow, it always seems too vague to be real...

Footsteps became louder and louder, something had found me. I sighed at the sight of a urban fox. It blinked twice at me, then with a twitch of the tail, It ran off again. It's dark red fur and deep blue eyes rang a bell. I couldn't think what, so I left it undecided. Suddenly it felt as if my life had come to an adrupt end, as suddenly a huge wave struck me, All I could see was a greeny blue, rubble and houses washing past me. My eyes blurred, focusing out from the brownish colour of the waves. I saw air, water and even Physic foxes, all trying hard to stop this act. I was stuck, my left leg thumping against a large, grey rock. I wrapped my tail around a piece of rubble that had got wedged in between two old long driftwood.


Strengths:
Fire, obviously. She can use heat to create new land and warm those that are cold on the streets. She has learnt to do all this from a distance, unlike most other Mentaers, she can be seen due to being a premature baby. Unfortunatly, she mostly sleeps during the nights, and in the day, she will be hiding, and searching for that missing hero. So has little time for helping the inviroment. Whenever she can, she will pick up litter and put it in the bins, if it is non-toxic when heated, she will burn the ashes into the bins, removing any future chnaces of toxicating the earth. Her eye sight is strong to.

Weaknesses:
Protection is weak, she is stronger when attacking, silent and fast. Unfortunatly, when born, she was born early, and her full strength of visability wasn't quite developed, when doing the ordinary things, she soon relized she was different. She is slow at thinking, and can make the wrong decisions with ease.

likes:
Balloons and stars. They both seem to be speical to her. A balloon, to her, represents freedom. When seeing them fly high, she wishes she could do the same. They are not hunted, they are left to fly around the open sky, wether night or day. People let them go, either by accident or on purpose, they still let them go, fly high and escape the busy cities. Stars, simply because they a simple. They light up the sky. One star, usless against the dark, eery sky, millions together, that makes a diffrence. It guides the way up. Up into a new galaxy. We are not teh only galaxy, there are others, unknown and unseen. The moon seems to be stronger than the others. Closer to us, and much stronger in light. ALthough, without the sun, it would not glow, only be a dim blur. Both things are in the sky, above our heads, but sometimes, people just don't look up and relize they are there, they don't relise its important and what its showing. Its showing everything needs something else to complete something. She also likes it when young children have fun. Some pass by in a stropp, a temper. But she likes the ones who are happy, smiling. Any smiling child makes her smile to. who wants a grumpy child?

Dislikes:
She dislikes secrets. Perhaps she is nosey, perhaps she is just worried or curious. whatever it is, she hates things that arn't shared. As herself, she has her own secrets, but never thinks of it like that. She hates loud people who take over the whole party. They want attention and popularity, that is the only thing Naimh doen't want. She also dislikes litter and noise. Litter Just wastes space on the floor. Put it in the bin! Noise is ok, at limited volume. She likes the sweet early morning chat and singing from the wild birds, but cars and passing traffic really make her irritated. She remains calm, although inside her guts are aching with pain. Naimh dislikes drunk people, againg, the noise they make! They smash bottles, swear and waste there sleeping time shouting at one anouther. The next day when they walk past, they are tierd and grumpy. They apoligise for the other night to each other, then the same thing happens again. what is the point? And the smell of smokers! What a mess it must be making to their insides! they smell makes Niamh extremly paranoid and annoyed. They must be polluting the earth somehow, right? And what is the point? If you are stressed, sleep, that is what Niamh believes and she is not afraid to shout it! The most annoying and hated thing ever.... is people who harm animals on purpose. Whyy!? It hurts. Its painful. No one relises the pain us animals go through just for food, then you humans make our lifes even worse. what is the point?

Favourite qoute:

" Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you will end amoung the stars. "
-Unknown