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#28 - Draggy Ave, you need a proof of permission of the owner. Quote your form with the screencap when you'll obtain it.

Pet's ID Tag: Kennel #7

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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.

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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:

Pet's ID Tag:#27
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Name You'd Choose for It: Emerilla(i will most likely change it ^^)
Gender: female
Reason You Want It: she is a lovely design, absolutely stunning and it is very hard to find designs like her nowadays, i have had my eye on her for LONG and i fell completely in love with her, i promise i will take the utmost care of her and try to make art of her regularly, she will be in my favourite ocs list ad will be treated like a princess, i have alot of good ideas for her too<3
i absolutely think this design is genius and i really want her badly
History/Background/Other: Emerilla was born in a small cavern off the edge of a lone rock, Her mother was Strix, the lovely leader of a small group of large felines whom had gathered up to help protect the land from other destructive forces. Emerilla is the princess and heir to the "throne" of the group. She is a very confident and strong-willed young female and she won't take smart talk from anyone. However, others became envious of her strength and beauty, another female, Lestra her dearest friend started spreading a rumor about her.The nasty rumor spread and all fans turned to her. Now she must prove herself to be worthy of keeping her rank in the group.
will add more as time goes on~
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. yes i do, and i normally draw all my characters so shouldn't be a problem<3


any objections?=3 and the reply was:

You have my blessing. ^^ I am really in no position to be picky.

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(i believe she pmed you(i hope XD she told me she would) so i am putting this up in case^^

Pet's ID Tag:
#78
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Deception
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
For one, her design is absolutely gorgeous, and it caught my eye almost immediately. I kept telling myself not to get too attacked to this girl, but once I saw her it was kind of a done deal. Anyways; I would love to put her in my story I'm currently starting to write with my 2 Fursonas and the characters I already have. She would be quite a nice addition to the story, and to my characters. I would definitely get a lot of art of her [Only because I don't know how well ill be able to re-draw her], but I would also use her in RP's when I got the chance.
History/Background/Other:
History- Deception was part of a wolf pack when she was younger, and she was one of the strongest and one of the smartest. Her 'mother' hadn't known at the time that she was part fox, only because she lost her real mother in a plague that over ran her last home. Decep soon grew into a healthy looking wolf, who was soon to become a leader of her own pack after she meet her love when she went off on her own one day.
But no one, not even Deception herself realized that she was actually infected with a bit of a disease from the plague she was caught in. Her fur soon turned to an ere reddish brown and the markings on her sides came into play. The skull came last of course and once that came in, almost every wolf turned their backs on her saying she was marked. Her love did not leave her however but soon, his choice was made when a fire ripped threw the forest and Deception couldn't save him after he could trapped, and soon after that her eyes started to glow an erie red, and she started to have anger issues and even kill things out of line when she wasn't hungry. Deception now believes she is cursed by the plague that took her family away from her quite a long time ago.

Deceptions Story- Mother said I was special from the day I was born, but I believe she was wrong. I am not special. I am cursed; cursed for not being a pure wolf that I was intended to be. Cursed because my father was half fox, and now I'm a half breed.
Of course the fox in my blood is very dilute to the point that you can barely tell anything about my half blood. So why I was cursed I will never know, but when I was just a pup it was very different for me. When I lost my parents and my pack in a plague that attacked the area we occupied; I was the only one who lived and I was able to make a new home with a pack that seemed to love me for me.

"I want you to run, run far and fast and don't worry about us" my mothers voice was very hushed and I could tell just by her voice that she wasn't going to make it.
"But I cant leave you!" I whinnied anxiously. I didn't want to leave my parents behind, I love them both so much, no matter if I was a half blood. My parents had always treated me like I was special and that I had a great future ahead of me; and I always believed that I did.
"You will not wait for us, you need to get out of here my lovely daughter". My eyes filled with tears and my mother licked my face and my father walked over to us, although it looked like it gave him pain to do so. I had never seen my father so weak, and it made me sad that he was not weak when I needed him the most.
"Listen to your mother. You must get out of here, and remember we will always love you". My mothers eyes filled with tears as my dad licked me and pushed me toward the forest line. I whimpered once more and licked both their muzzles before I turned my little body around and raced toward the forest, ready to leave the home I knew so well.

I would have turned back; back to my family, but I knew if I had that I would have seen my parents laying on the ground, silent and still. Those memories would have eaten me alive, and even though I didn't turn I still have nightmares about that night.

I ran as fast as my little legs would take me, running without stopping for at least a few hours. I didn't know how much time had passed when I reached a clearing in the woods, but all I knew is that I was to tired to care. My eyes were still wet with tears for my parents; my pack; and even my home. I laid down in the clearing ready to let sleep overcome my body, and take my into a quite darkness where my dears would take a hold of my mind and drag me into dark dreams that would scare me inside and out.

When I woke up however, I was not in the clearing, I was back in the woods. My eyes darted around me as I stood up quickly, and soon I found wolves staring at me. My body tensed and I growled, backing up into a rock, I was scared and I had not idea where in the world I was. I was still a little disoriented and honestly, I had no idea how I kept my balance and stayed standing as long as I had.
"Easy not little one, we aren't going to hurt you.." a deep voice said from behind me. My eyes widened and I jumped to the side, ready to lash out at the voice that had just spoke to me. But there was no need to lash out, in fact if I had I don't think he would have minded. He was an old wolf, one that I would grow to like in the days to come.
"Where am I?" I asked a little scared to speak to this older wolf, but he just gave me a small reassuring smile.
"You are not in the highland pack. One of out females found you out on your own. She brought you back and asked if you could stay, of course I couldn't refuse".
This wolfs voice was nice to listen too, soft yet deep. His voice reminded me of my grandfathers who had stayed with my father in out pack until he passed away a month before the plague hit. I dropped my head thinking about the plague and the wolf spoke again.
"My name is Voltaire, I'm the elder of this pack". Voltaire would become my very greatest friend and the one I always looked up to no matter what happened to me. Voltaire would also become the one wolf that I could trust beyond all things, and he helped me deal with all that came to happen to my life.
"I-I'm Deception" I muttered quietly, still unsure about everything. Most of the wolves kept on staring at me, while others just moved on to do their own thing. I was grateful that not everyone was looking at me then. Voltaire smiled at me, and nodded his head toward a big rock to the side of what seemed to be their den. I jumped up on the rock and climbed to the top. It was taller than I was used to but Voltaire was by my side in a second and I suddenly felt stronger.
"Welcome to the Highland Pack my dear Deception" he murmured as I looked out over their lands and the pack that I now belonged too.

[Might continue latter, or I'll leave it at that x3]

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

Pet's ID Tag:

90 - 91

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Name You'd Choose for It:

90 = Farley
91= Kirri

Gender:

90 = Male
91 = Female

Reason You Want It:

All of these designs that I picked out are beautiful, they are ME. Not too bright, colorful, or in your face, but they do stand out. Something is telling me to add them into my family.


History/Background/Other:
[First, let me explain this. Anabeth is a little squirrel, since I love squirrels. And, well, I thought it fit in well here]


"Farley!! Over here!!"

The grass rustled, and you could hear faintly

"Where, Kirri?"

You could hear faint giggling

"Over HERE!"

Then she smacked farley on the butt.

"Oww!" Farley exclaimed

"Well, I told you to comeover here! Now look what I found!"

Farley looked down in front of his paws, and he saw a injured baby squirrel.

"KIRRI! THIS IS SERIOUS!! THIS IS A INJURED BABY SQUIRREL! QUICK! PUT HER ON MY BACK!"

Kirri started to get items, like a lillypad for warmth, and then they ran, and RAN, and RAN.

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When they reached home, they started looking at the baby squirrel. They gave her some water.

The little squirrel opened her eyes faintly and squeaked "Mama?"

Kirri started to comeover and tell the little squirrel what happened to her. Then, Kirri scooped her up and laid her in a little basket with some grass in it and put the lilly pad over her.

"This is where you will sleep for now."

When the she woke up, Kirri and Farley where looking over her and she asked "What is going on?"

Kirri gave her a lick on the cheek and said "We were just making sure you didn't break anything."

A tear rolled down the little squirrels face "I miss my momma"

Kirri scooped her up and sat on they're grass patchy bed. "Farley, my brother, is out getting us some dinner. Lets get to know eachother. Im Kirri. Whats your name?"

The little squirrel cuddled up close to Kirri. "Hi Kirri, im Anabeth. But most of my 5 siblings call me Ana."

Kirri smiled "What a BEAUTIFUL name!!"

Then, the grass door rustled and Farley came in.

"I got dinner, girls."

Kirri smiled and motioned to come over by them. "Farley, introduce yourself to Anabeth."

Farley laughed "Hi Anabeth, im Farley. I saved you in the rustling grass, but if it wasn't for Kirri, we wouldn't have found you."

Anabeth giggled "Your silly"

Kirri and Farley smiled at eachother.

Farley spoke up and said to Anabeth "Now you get some sleep, Kirri will tuck you in."

Farley turned to Kirri and whispered "Now, you tuck her in and meet me behind this little thing we live in."

Kirri nodded.

Farley walked outside and sat down.

Kirri walked up to Anabeth and gave her a hug and she almost cried when her little paws touched Kirris shoulders. "Night, sweetie."

Then, Kirri turned to the door.

Farley saw her and his eyes lit up.

Farley said lightly "Kirri.... My, BEAUTIFUL, Kirri. I... I... I love you. I know we are siblings, and our ancestors will look down on us with dishonor, but I really love you, and want us to be together forever. Will you.. Be.. My mate?"

Kirri nodded and her face lit up and she happily cried "I LOVE YOU TOO! OF COURSE!"

Then Farley smiled and put this woven grass crown, that looked like a halo on her head, and said "Now lets go see our Daughter."

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Yes, of course!! These designs were so pretty, I couldn't let them sit in a kennel.

Pet's ID Tag: #92

Name You'd Choose for It: Scarecrow
Gender: Stallion
Reason You Want It:
Ah, how to put stuff like this into words. There are a few reasons why I would like this character, and also why I think he should come home with me. The first is that whenever I select new characters, its a rare occurrence that I adopt one. As of this moment, I have 11 characters, and 10 of them are male and only 3 were not created by me. I'm not sure why I only create/adopt male characters, but whenever I pick one in an adoption agency, its always male. xD Today I decided I'd like a new character, but I'm tired of dog characters and needed a fresh, new species to help flesh out my crew. Then I stumbled across this wonderfully designed stallion and recognized his creator. Long long ago, I was pitted against Halloweendude in a battle to the death, designing horse characters for Spokylass for her competition! Somehow, Halloweendude's character beat mine out! So, I'd be honored in having one of my previous "rival" 's character designs!

Being an artist here on CS as well as DA, I'm often busy with commissions, but in my free time I often draw my characters. Few make it onto the computer I'm afraid, but all of my characters have other artist's drawings of them, except for my newest character, Chase. I assure you that Scarecrow will get plenty of art done, and be fitted in to the web of relationships my characters have with one another. I keep my character's relationships realistic, in my mind they all live together as roommates, but a few, such as Dottore and Pagliaccio go around the world and all of that.(So, they're separate, yet together) They all know each other as acquaintances at least.

History/Background/Other:
Scarecrow was born on a prestigious racing farm in a place of lush fields and cream of the crop racing horses. Scarecrow had superb coloring and was auctioned off as a two year old for a very good price. Scarecrow was a good racer, but only won one race in his career. Despite his unusual coloring, his owners found no reason to keep him around. Desperate to get some of the money back that they'd spent on him, they sold him to the military's calvary unit. His colors were too strange for him to be used in parades or in marches, so he was trained as a war horse and served as the starting horse for all the new cadets to use. It was a difficult life, with 12 hours a day with a human on his back, racing around fields and the deafening sound of gunfire in his ears at all times.

Gradually, he grew used to the war life, until he could no longer remember eating from green pastures or racing around a dirt track. he was the fastest horse in his squad, but army-style races were dangerous compared to regular racing. He became used to long days in the field, dusty oats for all three meals, and the presence of drunken humans shoving him around and abusing him.

Then, war struck, and Scarecrow faced a whole new hell. Due to the thousands of horses being slaughtered by enemy forces, Scarecrow was forced to do jobs he'd never imagined. He was a messenger horse, he pulled massive wagons, chased down deer for soldiers to eat and was even sent out as bait to see if enemy personnel were nearby. He never got the chance to act as a true calvary horse. A fire broke out at their camp, and chaos and bullets filled the air. Soldiers forgot to unhitch their horses in the madness, and Scarecrow was tied to a burning post. Terrified, he screamed for help as the flames came closer, but no help came. Finally, teh rope burned through and Scarecrow escaped, vowing never again to live with humans.

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

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I would like to give Aeric a loving home!

Pet's ID Tag:
#117

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Name You'd Choose for It:
Aeric

Gender:
Male

Reason You Want It:
I think he would fit in quite well with any RP or story, I also need a subject for the constant doodling in my books! I think he deserves a loving home and I would be more than happy to love him!

History/Background/Other:
He was born in the forest where there was radiation from toxic waste, he was captured by human poachers who sold him to the highest bidder because of his unusual colored tongue. He was badly treated through his life but for some reason he was able to keep his gentle, well mannered nature. He finally ended up in a pound where he was badly treated and had to fight every day with the other dogs in the store. One day while a young girl called Nix was walking past she saw him in there and instantly fell in love with him. Although so much cruel treatment had finally taken it's toll, causing him to be un-trusting and slightly aggressive, Nix was able to bring him back to health and now works on bringing back the dog he once was.

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

[acuteLethologica]

I'm gonna keep an eye for donations open, I've got two characters with lots of art that need homes...

[The Agency]

Put some donations up that seemed to have been forgotten back when donations when open (well, I think so since there is some Tripp donations O_O)

[Irios Atelis]

Yay I got him! I promise I will take good care of him! In fact I have an RP going he would fit in perfectly!

[Lirrie]

Love is what you you feel when you heart is enveloped by light.....

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Pet's ID Tag: Kennel 2

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Name You'd Choose for It:

Israfel

Gender:

Female

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Reason You Want It:

Fel is beutiful in her own way, and that beauty draws me like lightning to a rod. Though the previous owner said that we could change her name I chose not to because i loved it. She will have a nickname for easier writing purposes only though. I would not will not ever change her design, even the color, unless its into a harness or taking it off all the way. She reminds me a a germen short-haired pointer one of my favorite dogs. I promise to give this girl a good home and she will be amoung friends.


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Basics


Name: Israfel
Nickname: Fel
Age: 5
Job (at first): Hunt Dog
Birthday: September 7, 2006
Theme Song:
Hunting Song:
Show Song:
Running Song:


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Appearance

Acc.:

Collar/Harness- be for she was abandoned by her owners she wore a coller/Halter that was easy fitting and comfortable to her. She was very proud of it and liked to show it off. Before her owners left her they took this coller of her so she wouldn't get caught on a bush and strangle to death.

Ears:

Simi Flop but long ears she does not meet breed standered for showing. Her ear should be flopy instead their ointy. Her owner didn't care about that however.

Eyes:

Soulful bluee gold that look deep in your soul.

Paw pads:

Tan

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Breed


Breed: German Shorthaired Pointer

Breed Info:

The German shorthaired pointer (GSP) is a breed of dog developed in the 19th century in Germany for hunting. The breed is streamlined yet powerful with strong legs that make it able to move rapidly and turn quickly. The German Shorthaired Pointer's coat is short and flat with a dense undercoat protected by stiff guard hairs making the coat water resistant and allowing the dog to stay warm in cold weather.

Since the German shorthaired pointer was developed to be a dog suited to family life as well as a versatile hunter, the correct temperament is that of an intelligent, bold, and characteristically affectionate dog that is cooperative and easily trained. They rank 17th in Stanley Coren's The Intelligence of Dogs, being excellent working dogs. Shyness, fearfulness, over submissiveness, aloofness, lack of biddability, or aggression (especially toward humans) are all traits that can occur, but are more less likely to exhibit than not. The GSP is usually good with children, although care should be taken because the breed can be boisterous especially when young. These dogs love interaction with humans and are suitable pets for active families who will give them an outlet for their considerable energy; in this regard some competitively trained GSPs are walking dynamos; they must be avidly run multiple times a week. Most German shorthaired pointers make excellent watchdogs. The breed generally gets along well with other dogs, though females appear to be much more dominant during interbreed interaction. A strong hunting instinct is correct for the breed, which is not always good for other small pets such as cats or rabbits. With training, however, the family dog should be able to discern what is prey and what is not, and they can live quite amicably with other family pets.

Failure by the owner to give this active and intelligent dog sufficient exercise and/or proper training can produce a German shorthaired pointer that appears hyperactive or that has destructive tendencies. Thus the breed is not a suitable pet for an inactive home or for inexperienced dog owners. Although these dogs form very strong attachments with their owners, a bored GSP that receives insufficient exercise may feel compelled to exercise himself. These dogs are athletic and can escape from four foot and sometimes six foot enclosures with little difficulty. Regular hunting, running, carting, bikejoring, skijoring, mushing, dog scootering or other vigorous activity can alleviate this desire to escape. The natural instinct to hunt may result in the dog hunting alone and sometimes bringing home occasional dead trophies, such as cats, rats, pigeons and other urban animals. In addition to exercise, especially formal hunting, the GSP needs to be taught to distinguish legitimate prey and off limits animals.

Most German shorthaired pointers are tough, healthy dogs, but according to Mayor B. Loney, DVM (NAVHDA Versatile Hunting Dog Magazine, April, 2003) the breed can be subject to a number of hereditary disorders just as any other purebred due to their breeding. A few individuals may suffer from hip dysplasia, genetic eye diseases, epilepsy, skin disorders and cancerous lesions in the mouth, on the skin and other areas of the body. As with other breeds, unspayed female GSPs are prone to breast cancer.

The precise origin of the German Shorthaired Pointer is unclear. According to the American Kennel Club, it is likely that the GSP is descended from a breed known as the German Bird Dog, which itself is related to the old Spanish pointer introduced to Germany in the 17th century. It is also likely that various German hound and tracking dogs, as well as the English Pointer, also contributed to the development of the breed. However, as the first studbook was not created until 1870, it is impossible to identify all of the dogs that went into creating this breed.

Cited from: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/German_shorthaired_pointer

Personality:

Shes hard working and loves to serve her master and please him. She know she is unusuall but she does not let it stop her. She enjoys her duties as a guardian angel but does not understand why she doesn't have wings. She missess her human master but her new one takes care of her and thats all she wants for now. She loves all her friend and is kind and caring towards them. The love of her life and partner is Tifer another guardian angel. She knows he used to have a small crush on a wolf called Arrianna but she fell in love with another and he was happy she was happy.


Like

Pleasing People
love
frindship
determination

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Enemmies
Death








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

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Pet's ID Tag: 60
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Name You'd Choose for It: Kailani
Gender: female
Reason You Want It: for a character, and because i didnt get her last time i tries, so I am trying again. I want her so bad.
History/Background/Other:
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. yes
also, I did get permission to change her to a horse, {x}. I drew her a picture, but if i don't win, it can be a revamp.

Name: Kailani
origin of name: Hawaiian
Meaning of name: The sea and the sky
Species: equine
Breed: Arab, with a little Iberian bloodlines.
Age: 3.5 human years
Likes: Her owner, the ocean, apples, her mother, the smell of the salty air.
Dislikes: studs(except her companion), her mother's foals, her owners parents, when her owner is sad.





I opened my eyes to find myself all cozy and warm; being licked by what I decided was my mother's tongue. There were two of us, me and mother, lying down in the straw. I felt so weak and fragile, dwarfed my mother’s size. She was tall, a dark blue, with a black mane. She looked at me with affectionate eyes, and began getting up to nibble at some more grass stuff hanging on a wall. We were in a box, and it was very dark, lit only by a faint glow of a gas lantern. Soon after, I began feeling sharp pains in my stomach, I was hungry, but where to find food? I tried to nibble at the straw, like my mother was doing to her grass, but with no luck. Mother must have noticed I was hungry, for she walked over to me, and began nudging me, and I soon learned how to stand! By then, I was starving, figuring out how to stand and take steps is exhausting for one little filly. I rubbed along her belly, then flanks, and finally found her teats, and suckled ‘till my belly was full of warmness. Mother looked at me with the most loving and forgiving eyes, I knew she would always love me.
---Three years later---
My mother had another foal by now, and was also in foal, after a year with me, she no longer remembered me, but I had friends by then, and didn’t care. I still missed her company from time to time, but I was almost a mare now. I grew less excitable, and got used to humans. I had a girl, she was my only real friend, she loves me, patted me, fed me, and even got on my back from time to time, and we would run for hours. I learned the place where I was living was a farm near the ocean, and my girl often called me Kailani, and this was my name.
I was ridden and played with often by my girl, and after awhile, I found out her name was Alana. She never put anything on my back, or in my mouth, like the other horses had. I liked it, because they always looked uncomfortable with all their tack on.
One evening, I was grazing under the palm trees in my paddock, at peace with my companion, a very small stallion. I was about to bite off a new blade of grass that had come up over night, when I heard Alana yelling to her father from inside The House. Both me and the tiny stud looked up, and soon Alana came storming out, tears streaming down her sun tanned face, and she went into the barn, grabbed a large bag of some sort, and strode over to my small pasture. Alana was very upset, and I rubbed my muzzle in her hand, trying to comfort her. She managed a tiny smile, opened the gate, and let me walk trough. She put a jingly halter on my face- I had only worn one twice before- and swung the bag on my back, and strapped it down on my rump. She also lay a few things across my withers, it smelled like food or fish. I was confused, I was never trained for this, and I didn’t know what to do next. I felt mixed emotions coming from Alana, but I didn’t know what to make it all better. My head was spinning. Then we did the most unexpected thing ever;
We rode out into the dark, which was highly against the rules, so I tried my hardest to keep quiet. She rode me along the shoreline at a canter for a long time, and I was starting to get very tired, but I trusted and listened to my girl. She must have felt it after awhile,, and she brought me down to a walk, and Looked for a place to rest for the night. We soon found a cave surrounded by tropical trees and bushes at the mouth, so we were well hidden. Alana led me into the cave, and unloaded my burden. Next, she brought back some wood, and piled it on top of each other. Then she pulled something small out of the bag, and made a fire. After this, she went out and caught some fish, then brought me back a bundle of grass, hay, and edible sea plants from the nearby field and on the shore. Son, we both are out fill, and I layed down next to my girl, and she slept on top of me, and I was happy, no matter what was to come, I would always love my girl, and she would always love me, unlike what I thought of my mother. smiled to myself, sighed, and closed my eyes.

[iRabid Coffee]

It says the date is the 17th of May instead of June. If 17/05 isn't the date, sorry in advance.

[Tammanae]

Are donations open? I have this guy laying around. He need's a much better home. :X

I don't tend to like that kind of charrie, but he is quite handsome. <3

[neonfrozen]

Pet's ID Tag:

Number Two (2)

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Name You'd Choose for It:


Israfel
Gender:

Female ♀
Species:

Canine .::. Dog

Breed:
German shepard mix

Breed information:

German Shepherds are a large sized dog which generally are between 55 and 65 centimetres (22 and 26 in) at the withers and weigh between 22 and 40 kilograms (49 and 88 lb).[18] The ideal height is 63 centimetres (25 in), according to Kennel Club standards.[19] They have a domed forehead, a long square-cut muzzle and a black nose. The jaws are strong, with a scissor-like bite. The eyes are medium-sized and brown with a lively, intelligent, and self-assured look. The ears are large and stand erect, open at the front and parallel, but they often are pulled back during movement. They have a long neck, which is raised when excited and lowered when moving at a fast pace. The tail is bushy and reaches to the hock.[19]


A solid black German Shepherd.German Shepherds can be a variety of colors, the most common of which are the tan/black and red/black varieties. Both varieties have black masks and black body markings which can range from a classic "saddle" to an over-all "blanket." Rarer colour variations include the sable, all-black, all-white, liver, and blue varieties. The all-black and sable varieties are acceptable according to most standards; however, the blue and liver are considered to be serious faults and the all-white is grounds for instant disqualification in some standards.[20]

German Shepherds sport a double coat. The outer coat, which is shed all year round, is close and dense with a thick undercoat. The coat is accepted in two variants; medium and long. The long-hair gene is recessive, making the long-hair variety rarer. Treatment of the long-hair variation differs across standards; they are accepted under the German and UK Kennel Clubs but are considered a fault in the American Kennel Club.[19][20][21]

Information by Wikipedia ^^



Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata
Class: Mammalia
Order: Canivoria
Family: Canidae
Genus: Canis
Species: C. lupus
Subspecies: C. l. familiaris and C. l. dingo


Nickname: Fela (Feel - Ahh)
Age: 8 human years, 52 human years
Ears: A tannish grey, mostly tan.
Eyes: A light blue
Paw pads: Light grey
Nose: a tan grey color
Tail: A tan grey color
Tongue: A purpley blue.
Collar: A light blue, with a silver tag.

Reason You Want It:

Most people are probabally going for this design because it is a peice of spotty art. NOT me. The overall design of the character is pulling me too it, it intrigues me. It isn't too OMG sparkle wolf or just plain like a black wolf with blue eyes, it has its own types of twist too it.

I have many characters, but out of most of them they are not as unique as this little pup. His colors blend amazingly, he isn’t out of controlly colored either.

The circles, too me, they seem like swirling dots of happiness, ready to give a boost of happiness whenever needed,

Her design itself is just marvelous, I get tingly all over when I look at it. If I get this design, I might even make a fursuit of it, so everyone can see its marvelous design.
History/Background/Other:

I was the runt of my liter, the smallest pup there. I was always getting teased by my siblings for my size and how skinny I was. I was always pushed out of the way for some milk from my mother. I was never treated equally.

My mother tried to teach the pups manners, I was the only one that learned. My mother told me I was special. I didn’t know if she actually meant it, after all the years of puppyhood torture.

All of my siblings, all twelve of them, were chubby, plump, and brats. Devon, Willy, Sabrina, Katrina, Danielle, Donny, Annabelle, Ophelia, Callie, Jackie, Kasey, and Sally. My mother had thirteen of us.

My father was a strong German Shepard, he was a dog in the K9 unit for the local police, and often had to leave, so none of us got to see our father.

My mother, well, were pretty sure she was some sort of Terrier X Great Dane mix, maybe even a little Jack Russell? We don’t know for sure.

After a couple LONG weeks of puppy play pens, and kids who picked you up and wouldn’t stop, lots of strangers kept coming and taking a look at my siblings and I, and soon, there were only about four of us left. Those four were Devon, Annabelle, Danielle, and me.

We sat in a pen with our mother watching the strange looking cars and trucks as they passed us by, and every once and a while, someone stopped, and most of they’re answers were,

“Gotta ask the husband, he’d throw a fit if I came home with a dog,” or “Ill think about it, they sure are cute.”

And one by one, they were gone. And about three days later, I was the only one left.

Soon, a little girl riding a bike came up to the human sitting next to the pen and said

“How much for the last one?”

The human answered “Twenty dollar, sweety.”

The little girl reached into her pocket and pulled out of 20 dollar bill, and gave it to the human. Then, she reached in and grabbed me and handed me to the little girl saying, “Here you are. Take good care of him!”

She hugged me and put me into a little blanket and put me in a bike basket and she rode the bike down the street and turned to the right. Then, we came to a house and we turned and she took my out of her basket and whispered. “Hi puppy, I will name you Israfel, but ill just call you Izzy for now. My name is Amelia, but you can call me Amy” and we walked inside.

Soon, her mother came out and said “Theres our new puppy.” And reached for my head to stroke me.

She motioned for the little girl to give me to her and so she did, The woman took me into a different room saying “Here is a little basket with a blanket just for you” She laid me down and covered me up and I slept for a while.

The next morning when I woke up I was walking around, and then I bumped into a dish of water and I started to lap it up, then I saw some food in it, so I also took a chomp out of that too. Then, I took my paw and splashed myself. Then, I went up and looked out the door, and watched the cars go two and fro like I did when I was a littler pup.

Life at this house was many different things, often, peaceful, and quiet. And other days Crazy, and loud! I had many good times here, until now.

The little girl is now 18 and im now 8 and she is arguing with her parents, she is saying many different rude things, and often anding a sware in too.

Soon, the parents decided they wanted her gone, so they sent her to the colledge to live in the dorm, just a few weeks before Orientation.

And OF course, she didn't bring me. Now, I am here, with these always sobbing, watery eyed, tearful parents and I cant do anythign about it, and I really wish I could.

So one day, when the mother was laying on our couch crying, I jumped up and laid on her and licked her face. She started to laugh and then she hugged me. A tear touched my nose and I shivered all over, but, it was a good shiver. A shiver the screamed happy.

So, I was the thing that helped the famiy through the 6 years of harsh, college. Now, here I am, living in a modern style house with Amy, the little girl.

But soon, these days changed.

Amy and her boyfriend got in a huge fight. The boyfriend said it was him or the dog, so soon, tearful, Amy took me and my kennel and she started to drive down the highway, and her boyfriend chucked me out the window.

That was the most scariest moment of my life. All I could hear was my heart beating, and the swish of the wind.

Soon, I hit the ground and I twisted my paw, badly. I yelped in AGONIZNG pain, but no one seemed to notice.

I tried to break free, out of the cage, but ever time I did so my paw start to hurt worse and worse. Soon, I heard the clickity clank of claws and I heard the pitter patter of feet, and I saw a broad figure standing in front of me.

It slapped the door to the cage and the door swooped open and too my surprize, it was a female folfy thing

She could see the blood dripping from my paw and she grabbed me out of the cage.

I started feeling dizzy and I started to say

"What, what, what happened? Where am I?"

The folf had a tear coming down her cheek and said

"Sweetie, you were thrown out a car window, and landed in my forest. I haven't seen visitors in forever. I know how it hurts. The same thing happened to my sister." The folf soon explained her name was Raven, and she came back with some fresh water and she poured it all over Israfels wound.

So he starte to say, "Raven, I dont know how all of this happenend. My owner was a sweet, caring, kind owner. She would NEVER throw me out a window! I KNOW she wouldn't."

Raven put her head on my neck and licked me, "Hun, I know. We all think our owners are nice, but turns out, they can be as nasty and they are nice."

I started to tear up a little bit and said "Raven, but how?"

She replied, "I dont know sweetie. Now, lets get some rest. Ill take you to my den, just dont put any pressurre on your paw. Just hold it up."

We slowly walked through all the pine trees and ponds and came to a little cave.

Raven said, "This is my cave, you will sleep over there." And pointed to a little corner with a patch of grass.

I said to Raven, "Thank you very much."

Ending my story here, Raven and Israfel stayed in touch and were best friends for eterenty after Israfel left Raven cave. Israfel found a home with a nice elderly woman, who she knows will be good too her.

Dislikes:

I hate cars, ever since the ladys' boyfriend threw me out of one.
I hate men, ever since he threw me out of the car.
I hate police officers, because they took my daddy away from us all the time.
I hate winter, because its cold.
I hate windows, because it always hurts when I try to jump threw them.

Likes:

I like women, they always take good care of me.
I like the sun, it keeps my warm when I lay down.
I like friendly things, they keep me inspired and alive.
I like shrimp, there odd taste makes them good.
I like loving hands, they hold me and pet me.
And last but not least, I LOVE the eldery woman who calls me her own. <3



Personality:

Israfel is a shy, sweet puppy, thanks to her puppyhood. She is a sweetheart.
A poem I wrote about him:

You healed, they're pain,
while fighting your pain,
You waited for years,
to be with her.

Art:

I tried to make a actually good headshot, and I think it did turn out well.

THIS IS MY ARTWORK! DO NOT STEAL!

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And, I quickly drew some art in the Oekaki


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
I VERY much do, and I really love this dog.

[Nawee]

*facepalms* We have been June for 17 days now and I'm still writing 05 instead of 06 xD