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[iRabid Coffee]

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We forgive you Nawee, when it first became 2011, I was still dating my school papers 2010.

[JerseyDusk]

❀Pet's ID Tag❀

Seven .:. 7

❀Name You'd Choose for It❀

Berry of the Cherry Blossom .:. Berry

❀Gender❀

Heifer .:. Female .:. ♀

❀Speices❀

Bovine .:. Cow

❀Breed❀

Milking Shorthorn X Holstein X Jersey .:. Crossbred

❀Reason You Want It❀

I have always wanted a bovine character; perhaps it's because I'm a farmgirl, I'm not even sure. But as I was looking through the Agency my heart melted as a saw her, just like it did when my real heifer (Berry) was born. Although I'm not usually a fan of an abnormal number of limbs/tails, when she came into veiw I knew that with her I didn't care. Berry has something that reminds me of myself, just when I look at her, if its her earth elemental design or her lightning bolt necklace or perhaps the sense of independance and inner peace she gives off to me. But maybe it's all those reasons, and that is what I'm starting to believe. I hope I can get the opperitunity to spend many hours with Berry running around in my head; perhaps in a new story or a drawing. Either way I can assure that she will be loved when she is with me.

❀Personality❀
Berry is independent, she doesn't need someone to hold her hoof; she can get around by herself. Pushing her around is not an option, She's going do something when she wants how she wants; stubborn as a board if you ask it to break itself.. Although that doesn't mean she doesn't listen to orders. Berry isn't one to hold her tounge, she shares what she thinks. It often goes against orders, or rules laid down by her leader or others above her. If its a rule there's bound to be a reason to break it, it doesn't matter to her. But don't get her wrong; Berry is respectful, kind, caring, and helpful but she lives life on the edge. Always questioning rules and defieing orders. Overall Berry is a rule-breaker, a limit-pusher but she has inner peace and to her thats what life is all about.

❀History/Background/Other❀

The wind tickled the willow's long arms as a feminine bovine sauntered out from under the tree's protection. Her glossy nose and gentle eyes, glittered in the full moon light as she looked down into the shallow river.
"This is the one, she will grow like a tree among the herds. Until her sweet taste will over take the thistle's sharp pain." spoke the cow as a picture of a calf formed on the river surface.
"She will be the savior? whispered a bull who had stood in the shadows until now. "If she is then, Fern, I hope you are right.''
The cow named Fern looked at the bull, her gentle blue eyes surveyed his expression, "Yes Cloud, I am right but how do we let them know if her herd is without a healer?''
"Send Reed a message she will know what to do, besides I believe their is one who could be healer...'' Cloud said quietly.
Sighing he left the river's side with Fern at his heels. Only the wind was left to ponder the small calf and the prophcey.

She will grow like a tree among the herds.
Until her sweet taste will over take,
the thistle's sharp pain.

~❀~❀~❀~

The night was losing the battle between darkness and light, as the first rays of sun peeked over the tree tops. Hooves pounded the ground as a small band of bulls galloped through the forest. Heart racing the leading sire slowed, as the neared the hill above the herd's valley. It was almost hard for him to breathe, not because he was tired from the run, it was becuase his mate was close to dropping her calf* when they had left that morning.
"Are you alright Fire?" A young bull by the name of Lark asked him as they entered the valley.
Fire didn't say anything, his nerves were on at full swing.
"Lark do you really need to ask?" One of the cows stated firmly, "His mate is calving! Of course he is worried!"
Fire flicked his tail in thanks towards the female, unable to talk. He trotted away from the small patrol. His feet carried him to the Calving Grove, an area hidden by trees in the center of the valley's main meadow.

As he entered Fire winced at the painfilled bellows of his mate. The rest of the way in he rushed, yearning to see his beloved.
"Almost done Star, almost done!" an elderly cow encourged his cow as he saw her. "Stay back Fire. I know you want see but it's almost over."
He flicked his tail, as leader he didn't usual take orders but he listen to the old cow because she knew what she was doing. Then with one last painfilled bellow Star heaved and then sighed as a bundle slid on to the ground. Getting up the fresh cow** turned and started to lick her new calf.
Fire slowly walked closer, "Oh Star. It's beautiful..." he whispered nuzzling his mates neck.
"Yes she is Fire. I already chose a name, Berry, after your mother." Star nuzzled back and then contiued licking the new heifer calf.
"She's perfect." He breathed, pride filled his voice.

~❀~❀~❀~

"But ma! I want to go out an see the valley. I don't want to be stuck in here the rest of my life!" The green-eyed heifer calf whined.
"Berry, Berry, Berry. You won't be stuck her forever, my silly little girl." Star said to her young calf.
But the calf wasn't listening anymore. She was bouncing after a butterfly that fluttered inside the Calving Grove. The calf seemed so carefree, so energetic. Star watched with love in her eyes, her first calf had been a bull, yes she was proud, but a heifer is something special. Even with her two tails, which wasn't that uncommon in the Mist Herd. It is actually one of the reasons Mist Herd was created. Star layed down after watching and soon fell asleep.
"Ha Ha. Now after waiting patiently the might warrior can escape her capturers!" Berry said defiently. She trotted towards the Grove's entrance, then tip-toeing past her mother, she skipped away from her "capturer".
"The rival Maple Herd Guard was no match for the beautiful warrior!" she sang to herself.
As she stepped into the valley she blinked in the light.
"Whoa!" Berry gasped, it was amazing. "This is so awe-"
She stopped abruptly as she scampered out of the way of some older cattle stamped past.
She galloped back into the Calving Grove, breathing hard.

~❀~❀~❀~



~❀~❀~❀~

*Dropping her calf means that she was giving birth or in this case she was close to giving birth to her calf.
**Fresh Cow means that she just gave birth. So a Fresh Cow is a cow who just gave birth to her calf.



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

WIP WIP

[berd]

[identification number]

14

[image]

[name]

Clarignus Adnius

[nickname]

Clarin
Adi

[gender]

female

[reason to my desire]

skimming down the past posts i expected nothing more than the code drop, yet i found the most lovely creature to inhabit an adoption thread. each pixel of her colors enchanted me in a wonderful way, setting my eyes on each one was a task i was willing to do with clear joy. her color palette is something of a godly existence, the paleness highlights her innocence, yet the varied and sharpness to her markings gave her a snap. something different that created a swell beneath her personality, something dark and mysterious. her dual colored eyes created almost a swirl of emotions mixed behind her lenses, a very compatible feature with a particular character that suits her set personality well. the five colors you used here intermingle in an utmost way, they seem to know where to sit where their colors will be as imminent as possible. the line art does her justice to no end; the petite paws harden a fact that no matter her actions, she is a lady and just as feminine as the next girl. the nearly carefree expression on her face simply shows that you aren't worth her time, she would rather think about something else than listen to you voice your input. the dangerously relaxed tail proves this further, her emotions would not waver under any grief, she would merely show her patience and walk it off.

[personality]

{ careless }
clari would not give up her previous time to be slowly eaten and spit out by even a voice in power, why would she give it to you.? her philosophy in life is to never return the same information given once, her intuitive mind works with lying in mind; to recreate the same situation with a twist. that twist would separate each occasion, leaving her victims utterly confused and most of the time; angered.
{ creative }
clari believes that in order to be socially confined, you must entertain yourself with your imagination. the tricks she plays on her mind, the cruel thoughts of her family's hatred tease her to nearly no end. these moments leave her dazed, and keep her quiet for the times when she must be.
{ intelligent }
a first glance at clari; a heavily influenced youth, very beautiful, has a tip of a french accent. once you examine this supposed 'fragile' creature, you understand her cunning abilities, her amazing ways to decipher other beings. her talent brings her to the edge of genius, but what keeps her holding back is the chance of remembering her parents. she would rather give up her entire life than confront her family, now is a time of healing to clari, and each new thought brings her closer and closer to reaching the apex of her full potential.
{ escape.artist }
clari understands fully of the after-affects of her dazing procedures. when she becomes enfolded in a conversation not worth being in, she uses her words to wrap around her verbal captors, to seek freedom is what her voice impacts. when once caught by authorities, clari commits an act of darling, something to distract the neanderthals in order for her to forge something fake and unjustified to keep her from falling into trouble. in full, she is a verbal artist, one that solely uses her exhausted vocabulary to blur details and cause her victims to become void of any deed she has done, or release her to commence her actions further.
{ bold }
clari would like to think that she is merely a shy being, one that hides from society to do the bidding for others. whatever she thinks she has become, is far from the reality of her personality. she has a passion for helping herself, and enjoys committing thievery to satisfy her desires. she will lie to her "partners" with a straight face, to avoid being betrayed any further. she is packed to the brim with courage, only a mentally armored creature would have the ability to produce fake information to an important and powerful figure.
{ painless }
clari does not feel pain. whether it be mental or physical, it is nearly impossible to torture her. she has been done in once by her supposed friend, this left her scarred yet with a self agreement to always fight back. she has always provided for others, and whenever they may turn on her, she is always hurt with a solid face. only one person has been completely trusted by clari, and this animal is wise enough to tell the tales of her existence, but of a same categorical youth as clari.

[short story]

"His money is held tightly. retrieve it. steal it. confiscate it. get it.", Grom's voiced rasped against Clari's smoothly toned pitch. "Why should I do this? It is merely four million dollars; easily retrievable via some other partner.", she gestured to the air, as if an unknown thief was spidering its way down to the darkly lit office. This lack of illumination didn't aid in the identifying of the Clari's employer, "Your pay may be generous. Abundant. None such of Fiedro's demise." Clari didn't wince at the mention of her former partner's death, how Grom simply killed him in order to create a larger dollar amount of income for himself, and little for the rest. She simply blinked, a blatant tone crawling from within her clenched teeth, "It will be generous, otherwise... " she held up a smoothly plated gun. It's surface melted and shone to such extremes, its glint disabled the victim, and nearly blinded whoever looked upon its gleam. Grom turned around, "The weapon you hold against me, will be held against you.", he paused for what Clari perceived as drama. She rolled her eyes, and crossed her thin arms, "I'm sure there will be no one to hold such act against me, after I dispose of the accuser." Grom spun around, his face still indistinguishable between the dark shadows of the room. He leaned over, the light around illuminating his face. He smiled a petty grin, each tooth yellow and blunt as much as that of a rodent, "You will do as I say, as there was a reason behind me carefully selecting you, instead of Fiedro." He winked, and cloaked himself once more within the musty shadows. Clari shook her head, lifted her slim frame from within the wooden desk chair, and left; barefeet pounding on the ground, wearing little more than a tunic and roughly cut trousers.
Her Sunday best.


Clari exhaled; her mind's complex mechanisms quickly grinding against one another, drowning out single noises one by one. Once she entered the home of the riches', her thoughts were subconscious; each movement appeared and disappeared as fluid and unknown as her heart beating. She didn't hear the slamming open of the door nor the screaming of her gun. She couldn't even hear her childish giggle as she carried the sack of money outside. What she did hear, was the applaud emanating from the law enforcer cuffing her slim hands. "Well done, I must say you got very far with this plan.", the young man held a glint in his eye, something that only just screamed that something was not right with him. She turned to him; and blew a wisp of her fine hair out of her eyes, "Well a strong and capable man like you must know who I am?" She looked at him in the eye, and blinked several times. No answer. The young man kept walking, another sign he was a bit different than the easily-seduced men around these parts.

As they turned the corner, into a sunlight ridden alleyway; the man turned Clari around to face him. "Well it seems as if my work here is done, Grom's alternative entrance into the work place is right down that man hole. You better hide while you still can." He dropped the bags of money at her feet, and started off. Even though he was blunt, Clari couldn't take her round eyes off of him as he left, "Excuse me. Sir." He turned around, and then unlatched her cuffs. "There. Now go." Clari grew impatient, "Excuse me. What are you called around here?" He stared at her and didn't bring even the slightest flinch when she brought the gun to his forehead, "Elliot Kufachin. Now please remove that weapon from my head and we can continue our business as we once were." "Why did you do this? Are you linked with the government? If so I can easily trace you back to wherever you have come from." He shrugged, "Not anything of the sort; Grom sent me out to return you safely back to him." Clari blinked, and lowered her firearm, "Oh.", she grew quieter, "I apologize for being so brutal." Elliot merely winked, and walked off as Clari melted in the darkness.
My hero.

[intentions]

i have a very complete future for clari, to make her my ultimate character mascot would be a definite and mutual agreement between both of us. i would create countless pieces of art for her, to recreate her design is pure pleasure for me. her personality speaks of many voices, and dynamic poses would suit her well, as i could experiment on her. if i were to mess with anatomy or become engulfed in art block, i am sure that one piece drawn of clari would break the chains. i would produce poems and pieces that would completely emphasize her personality. i would attempt to make a journal for her, one that contains special events or acts that would be both entertaining and intriguing to whatever audience i may have.

[art]

something quick<33

[song]

don't stop me now - queen

[poem]
[quote]

"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
Albert Einstein

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

permission::here

[Papyrsatyr]

Sorry I haven't been helping out much, I've been in Puerto Rico and it've been busy with family. ^^;

But I wanted to say I'll be back by next weekend. (Just in time to miss yet another code drop. orz I'm such a bad staff member.)

Anyway 57 looks so very pretty. ;n; Darn you Tripp designs and stealing my heart. If she's not taken by the next code drop I'm going after her.

[crazy cranky critter]

The 'yena's time is up, correct? Because they still havn't even opened my permission.

[Nawee]

It will be given out next code-drop, with or withouth permission.

[gingertail98]

Pet's ID Tag:

2 (Two)



Name You'd Choose for It:

Sameul L. Jackson

Gender:

Male

Reason You Want It:

About six years ago we wanted to get a new dog. Our current dog was twelve and slowly dying of cancer. We knew it would be to hard to bring ourselves to get a new dog after she died so we decided we would get one before she passed on. We were always going to get a young rescue dog, not a puppy but maybe two years or so. It was around that time our good friends wanted to get a puppy so my mom and my friends mom went to our local animal shelter. They didn't find any puppies but there was a picture on one of the kennel door of what looked like a smallish (Which is what our friend wanted) very young dog (also what our friend wanted). It said the dog was very scared and inside the adoption office. So in they went and boy were they in for a suprise, it looked like the same dog but he was nine years old and huge! He was a greyhound mixed with Dobie and shepherd and my mom fell in love. His name was Sampson and after a week of home visits shelter visits and paper work he was ours. We loved Sampson and only got to spend 3 blessed years with him and he passed away two years after our other dog. In his time he filled our life with much laughter and joy. This dog looks like him and I would very much love to have him as a character to make a story adaptation about poor Sampson's abused life before he came to the shelter.

Reason Behind The name:

When we got Sampson my mom used to also say in a funny voice "Oh Mr.Samuel L. Jackson, your my Mr Handsome man, mommy's boy!" and he would get super excited. I didn't want to call this character Sampson, though it does resemble him, it is not him so I picked his favourite nickname that always ment cuddles, treats, or playtime was coming his way.

His Fact File:

Name:
Sameul L. Jackson
Nickname:
Sam
Species:
Canine
Breed:
German Shepherd X Doberman X Greyhound
Gender:
Male
Likes:
~Women-Human women are always nice and give Sam lots of love.
~Children-Children are what Sam lives for. To protect them, snuggle with them at night, play with them, and he just loves them.
~Other dogs-Other dogs are lots of fun! They always play the same way and Sam can always out run them when playing chase.
~Food-Well really, whats not to like about food?
~Snuggling-Sam is a big time snuggler and he especially enjoys it when he is snuggling with kids.
~Playing fetch-Sam really enjoys fetching. Especially when its his Mr. Squeaky Squirrel
~Mr Squeaky Squirrel-Its a small,compact, sturdy toy that Sam loves to chase when its squeaked repeatedly then hurled as far as you can throw it.
~Going for walks-Sam loves his walks, he usually is walked to a place where he can go off leash and the squirrel can be thrown or there are other dogs to play with.

Dislikes:
~Men-Human men caused Sam quiet a bit of trouble in his life and now they scare him.
~Violence-Violence terrifies Sam especially when directed at himself or his owners.
~Animal Shelters-Being in the animal shelter terrified poor Sam, he never wants to go back.
~Pet Rodents-Sam things a crime to keep pets like hamsters in the house and not be allowed to eat them.
~Car rides- Ever since his owners drove him a long ways and dumped him at the shelter Sam has hated car rides
~Suitcases-They always mean his family is going to disappear and he doesn't know when, if ever, they will come back.
~Cats-He isn't mean to cats, but cats always attack him which gives him his immense dislike for them.
~His owners Being Sad-Sam believes his job his to keep his owners happy and laughing so when they are sad so is he, and he tries to comfort them as best as he can.


Apperance:


Fur:

Creamy Tan with grey under coat, legs, tail tip, and face. Darker grey circles and spots dot the sides of his face and from his spine down each leg. His fur is soft and mid-length. It is longer on his ears, stomach, and legs.

Ears:

Semi Erect and fluffy; Creamy tan in colour slightly darker inside.

Paws:

Large, silvery/white in colour with tough, leathery, greyish-tan paw pads.

Nose:

Usually quite moist and soft, pale tan in colour.

Eyes:

Large and oval in size and shape. Pale blue/lavender in colour

Tail:

Average length, thick and powerful

Claws & Other:

Neatly trimmed and black in colour. Has a pale blue collar with silver tag with his name and phone number on it.


His Story
Based on the real life sequince of events for My dog Sampson. Please don't steal the story or concept

Part One- As told in 3rd Person limited

It was a cloudy, crisp fall day in early October. A group of young women and men sat around a festive table decorated with pumpkins and harvest corn. The lighting was dim as the played cribbage and laughed at jokes. One woman at the table spoke up. "Nikki? Where is your husband?" she inquired. The young host swiped her blonde and brown streaked hair behind her ears. "He said he had to go get something!" she yelled from the kitchen, her had resting on her stomach. Nikki was expecting a baby and this was her birthday celebration transformed into a shower. She glanced at the clock. Mike, her husband, had been gone an awfully long time. She shuffled with an armful of presents to the table and set them down, sinking into her chair with and exahused sigh. "I'll open presents when Mike gets back." she declared and settled back into the game of crib.

The small hand on the clock was just flicking over to three o'clock when Mike burst through the door soaking wet, his ice-cold fingers clutching a wet, saggy, cardboard box in a last desperate atempt to hold it together. "MIKE!" Nikki chided "You were gone for two hours! Where in the world were you?" Mike just placed the box on the floor and took off his rain gear. "Getting your present dear." He spat through his chattering teeth. Nikki's eyes softened. "Oh, I'm sorry Mike. Go dry yourself off and when you come down we will do presents!" she suggested. He nodded and grabbed the box marching upstairs.

After about half an hour Mike returned downstars with a new carboard box. Barely noticable holes lined the bottom edge of every side. He waited patiently as she opened multiple presents of baby supplies, gift cards, money, and jewellery. When she was done Mike set the box on his wife's lap and returned to his seat. "You said you always wanted one as a kid, but you were never allowed one, and I thought that now that we have a home of our own and starting a family, you could finally have one." he explained. She, without a word, lifted the lid off the box and moved the soft towels out of the way. Nestled withing the towels, in the big cardboard box, was something Nikki had wanted her whole life. A puppy. She gave a gasp and lifted the drowsey, already terrier sized puppy out of the box. He friends started rushing over with baby voices and fawning over the soft, creamy, grey puppy. He blinked his eyes at them and yawned. One of Nikki's friends moxed the box and she helped Nikke position the puppy like baby in her arms. "What a cutie! What will name him Nikki?" several of her friends asked. Nikki thought about it and with a glance to her husband and the TV behind him, she knew. "Sameul, Sameul L. Jackson."

Sameul fit in perfectly right away. He was an eager to please puppy, especially when it came to Nikki. He had very few accidents in the house and when he did he would whimper and cry, feeling bad for what he had done. Nikki always forgave him, scooping him into her arms and saying in a baby voice "Sameul, what are we ever going to do with you?" His favourite time was when Mike returned from work. Nikki was home all the time because her baby was due in a matter of weeks, but Mike still had to work. But, when he came home Sameul with wriggle with excitement and leapt from the couch, his loose, big, blue collar Nikki bought him swinging around his neck, and throw himself at Mike, whining and jumping all over him trying to lick his face. Sameul loved his life, it was all he knew, and he was happy.

Part 2- As told in 1st Person by Sameul

I don't know what happened that day. I never will. Me and Nikki were cuddling when suddenly she kept moaning and screaming. I leapt off the couch and started frantically barking. She started crying and managed to get her hands on the phone. I was still arking, frantically asking her what was wrong, but she didn't understand. Shortly after the phone call she made strange men came in white and black and they took her away into a white truck with flashing lights on top. When I tried to follow Nikki they slammed the door in my face and drove away! I didn't see Nikki for three days, and Mike only came home to feed me and let me out to the bathroom. I still greeted him, but with more effort than ever, I was lonely and I wante him to stay. But he just let me out, put food in my bowl and told me "Be a good dog Sameul." before leaving again. I can't tell you how happy I was when I saw Mike and Nikki get out of the car together at the end of those three days.

When Nikki and Mike came through the door I was so happy and I bounded towards them, barking joyfully. But I was so confused when they told me to hush up and be quiet and shoved me down when I tried to jump up. They were holding something and fawning over it with the same attention they usually gave me. I was confused by their sudden change in mood and actions, so I walked away and flopped on my dog bed. I watched their actions, wanting to know why or what made them change. They started unpacking things and then Nikki sat on the couch, Mike beside her, and they fawned over the blanket wrapped thing. I scuttled over to them, my puppy curiosity getting the better of me, and lay my head on their lap. I took a deep sniff of the air and realized this thing smelt like a human, but it was much, much smaller. Nikki smiled and me and pat my head like old times. My tail thumped the floor and I just sat with them for a long time. When Nikki finally moved I was nearly asleep, but I didn't want her leaving me alone again so I followed her and watched as she placed the towel-wrapped thing in some bed thing with bars around it. She laughed as is snuffled the crib bars, and to my shock I realized the towel wrapped thing, was indeed a small human.

Months passed and life began to restore back top they way it once was. I followed Nikki around the home in the most loyal way, always with her and the human puppy. I don't know how long this way of life went on, but all I know is one day Nikki left with Mike when he went to work and took the baby with her. I was lonely, sometimes they went out on weekends, but usually I went with them and it wasn't this long! When Mike came home we went through our regular ritual, and when I looked for Nikki and the human pup, who I learned they called Tiana, they weren't with him! I was so confused. I sat at the door until she came home in which I greeted her and Tiana as I did Mike. I don't know why, but now that was our life's ritual. It stayed like this for three years they would leave on the weekday mornings to return later in the evenings, and on Weekends we played and went places together. This is why it suprised me when Nikki and Tiana started staying home. They stayed home everyday for a few weeks and one day Nikki went missing for another three days. This time it was more enjoyable, Mike stayed home a lot those days with Tiana. When the three days were up Nikki returned home with another human pup. I heard her some through the door, but couldn't get up because I was napping on the floor with Tiana. I thumped my tail softly to show her how happy I was. My life was perfect.

This human pup was a boy and his name was Trevor. I was thrilled and the same routine we had when they first brought home Tiana soon picked up. This time Nikki seemed more stressed, she now had Tiana to look after too, so I tried to help her out, keeping Tiana entertained so Nikki could focus on Trevor. It was a good time for me, as I loved Trevor and Tiana with all my heart, and they spent so much of their time with me. Soon the same thing with Tiana happened they all started leaving in the day but it was fine with me, I was used to it now, and we carried on for five blissfully peaceful years in this routine, and as the kids grew older so did I. I matured and started needing less excercise, I enjoyed playing fetch with Tiana or letting Trevor clamber all over me. Tiana would draw pictures of me and display them proudly on the fridge. But it was too good to last. Mike lost his job and he and Nikki started fighting, a lot. I woul lay with Trevor and Tiana in her bed while they cried, comforting them. One day I was on th floor with the two human pups playing and Nikki said something nasty to Mike and he STRUCK HER. I jumped up almosted knocking over the kids and ran infront of the crying Nikki. When Mike advanced again I started growling and barking at him to fend him off of Nikki and he struck me, grabbing my collar he threw me outside yelling and screaming at me. He shut the door and locked me out in the pouring rain where I could only listen to the fighting and crying of the kids.

Weeks went by and I was never allowed in, my fur became smelly and mangy and I became painfully thin from the small amount of food tossed out the window to me. Lots of things happened during this time, but the biggest one was that Nikki left. One day after much screaming and yelling she threw some boxes in her car, strapped the kids in their carseats and left. I was left without food in the rainy weather for four days before Mike came into the yard. I didn't growl at him I was to tired and hungery. He clipped the leash to my collar and lead me through the house. It was completely empty as we walked through it and out the front door. He jumped into the large moving van and had me jump in the front with him. We drove to a shabby apartment building and he attached a note, something Nikki called 'Divorce papers', and a wedding ring to my collar. With a sigh he tied me to the balcony of the ground level apartment room and left. Nikki came home and found me. She took the stuff off my collar and cried. After a while she bundled me up in the car with Tiana and Trevor, who were all over me, excited to see me again, and we drove to an aweful place. She filled out some papers and cried explaining everything to the 'Shelter worker' and hugged me for a long time sobbing. When they left she had to pry Tiana's fingers from my collar. I knew this time I would never see them again. The shelter lady put me in a kennel. I don't know where my life will go from here, but I don't think it can get any worse.

And so, reader, it is that from here my mom found Sampson (or Sameul) at the shelter. I assure you that he had the proper life any nine year old dog deserved. When it came time to ease his pain we all went with him to the Vets. His ashes are on a shelf with our other pets, his friends, and he suffers no more. Rest in Peace Sampson, good boy.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Yes I very much do! <3

Finally done.

[tinydoodles]

Pet's ID Tag:
#2

Image of pet:


Name You'd Choose for It:
Artisan

Gender:
Male

Reason You Want It:
This character calls to me. I have the perfect niche for it inside of me. At this point in time I am addicted to writing, so what I'd like from this character is for him to be an art companion. Forgive me for not putting everything into words, something are better left unsaid.

History/Background/Other:
I was born a normal dog. I was born a Doberman Pinscher. My coat was sleek and black. I was the biggest and most powerful in my litter. I was the strongest. I ruled my littermates.
---
"Good girl, Vangaline, good girl!"
The breeder, Teddy Johnson praised my mother for producing a good litter. He considered any litter that contained a pup like me to be superior to any other litter. He named me Artisan, because he said I was a work of art.
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"Thank you, my wonderful son!"
My mother never ceased praising me and thanking me. She said that Teddy would let her have more litters if the had even a single pup like me, and she loved raising litters.
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I always thought I would have a glorious future, I would be a champion show dog, a beloved pet, I would have skills so incredible I would be known across the globe, I would set world records! But fate had a different course for me...
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It was the middle of the night when I felt myself being shaken awake. At first I though it was only my mother, attempting to wake me for one reason or another.
"Mommy! Ge' off!"
I attempted to fend of the paw on my side, but there was... nothing there. Just a shifting mass of cold air. My eyes flew open, and I saw what was next to me.
It was there, but it wasn't. It was a sort of gas cloud, with a beautiful glow emanating from it, but somehow, it was oddly unlike a ghost.
/Dearest Artisan, I have been sent down to your world by those who define destiny to show you the path that lies ahead of you,/ Artisan dared to guess that whatever it was just might be female. It's form began to come clear. She was an immense wolf-like creature, and her thin legs and muzzle marked her grace, as did her smooth, flowing voice.
"B-b-but I know my p-p-path..." the poor pup could barely put a sentence together, he was so afraid.
/Please, dear, do not be afraid. I told the Masters I should have come in a more humble form than my true one, but they just wouldn't listen,/ she spoke more to herself than to Artisan. /Please, you have to understand me. The path you have always thought you were destined for is not your true one. I must bring you back with me, and we will give you a master to guide./
"I won't go with you! I won't! I'm plenty happy here, and I won't leave my mommy!" Artisan tried to hide the sheer terror in his voice, but the spirit-like wolf knew he wasn't really feeling brave.
/We don't have a choice, dear one. You will still have the power to watch over your mother from Above. I will explain everything once we are there.
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
/No./ she swept a paw above his head, and bounded to the sky, /Follow!/
"I can't! I'm just a puppy!"
/No, you're not! Just try!/
Artisan curled his legs and jumped. There was a great CRACK, and he felt different. He didn't feel solid, and when he looked at his paws, he could see through them to the floor below. He was hovering in midair! He floated gently to his mother, and whispered in her ear.
"Goodbye, Mommy. I love you."
He flew off after the spirit wolf, taking no notice of his previous body on the ground below, and it no longer held a soul.

~**~**~

It took time for Artisan to truly come to grips with his new task, and his new form. His fur color was much different from that of a doberman pinscher, though he still had the form of one. He was now a creamy grey color, with darker circles on his body, and he had blue eyes.
His task was to bless young children, before they are born, with artistic talent. He would give them the power to draw, to write, to sing, to sculpt, or to possess any of these talents we call art.

~**~**~

I am an artist, and I have been ever since I could first hold a crayon, so in my eyes Artisan could have granted me my gift. Anything's possible.

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

~Snickers

[nowi]

Pet's ID Tag: 12

Name You'd Choose for It: Moe
Gender: Male

Reason You Want It: I've been keeping my eye on this adorable little ferret for some time now. Once I saw soy's adorable revamp, I knew I had to try for him. I love his simple design, and natural colors, as well as that adorable little collar. I would love to be the new owner of this sweet ferret.
History/Background/Other:

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

Currently a W.I.P <3

[Partial Topaz]

Pet's ID Tag: 103

Image of pet

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Name You'd Choose for It: Sierra
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I hadn't seen this creature in the kennels, as I never look in the kennels anyway, just stalk the thread. I don't really adopt, I have to force myself not to every time I see pictures of donations or revamps. But her? I just couldn't resist! Her patterns are beautiful, and I love hyenas- Maybe not as much as other animals, but they are beautiful creatures.
History/Background/Other:
Short Story;
Sierra was yelping for company, again. Her humans- Jordan, a beautiful tall, slender girl with black hair & twinkling green eyes, and Dustin, Jordan's tall, blue-eyed, long brown-haired boyfriend- Were very kind, but never around. This left poor Sierra miserable with no food, water, or anything to do but sleep & walk. Sierra lived in a small pen, only about 15 x 15 feet- Not large enough to be active.

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

WIP