The Silver Lining Adoption Place (CLOSED FOR CD)

[Rosalind]

Welcome Toki! C:

[Kickin' up dirt]

Congrats Toki!
Thank you

[kivr & fireflii]

Thanks you guys. ^-^

[BPeppers]

Toki, you know I love you. |DD
'Grats ^^

[je ; t a i m e]

Congrats, Toki!

Name:
Kyu
Species:
Wolf
Kennel Number:
#7
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
I would like to win this character because he is absolutely fabulous! He would be so much fun to roleplay. I think his design is gorgeous,and I would love to find him a mate and let him have pups. He is already loads of fun writing stories about, and I will make many more, if I have the good fortune of winning him. His colors just melt me. The moment I saw him, I actually squealed. He is such a pretty wolf, he is to die for.
Personality:
I am me.
I am strong.
I am proud.
I am confident.
I am independant.
I am creative.
I am myself.
And no one can change that.
~Creatuve & Artistic~
Kyu can come up with ideas easily. He can create random contraptions and art in the dust quickly and skillfully, and they often turn out fabulius.
~Shy~
Kyu doesn't talk much, and can be extra quiet around others he has a crush on. He is naturally not much of a talker.
~Vicious In Battle~
Despite his natural sweet physique, he is vicious in war. He battles strongly, due to heavy training as a pup.
~Loving~
Kyu is very loving. He is gentle and sweet, and hates to hurt those whom he doesn't have to hurt.
~Trustworthy~
Due to Kyu's shyness, he is also very quiet. You can tell him anything, and he will keep it locked in his heart forever. He would not ever divulge a secret that his friend tells him, no matter what the consequence.
History:
Kyu's Story
Other:
Durpidee

[Jones.]

Name:
Oscar.
(Marengo is his circus name and his sled-dog name.)

Species:

Dog/Wolf.

Kennel Number:

22.

Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:

Why would you like this character?
Who wouldnt love this charrie? I love the contrast of the white onto the black base and I adore those detailed markings around his eye and legs. My drawing hand (Left) is itching to draw him. He will be the main caracter for my stories, roleplays and drawings. Ok. I cant draw on the oekaki but I am trying to find the line smoothing tool, my tablet will be arriving soon so then I will bo better at it. Ok, im going to be modest im good at traditional drawing. If you want I can link to my artwork that I have on my laptop and show you that I is not lieing. He will have a complete thread all to himself and I will be searching for a mate for him. Either I will make him one or I will look through characters and see what happens. I will design some accessories which will either be in the form of feathers, neckercheifs or possibly peircings. Once a suitable mate comes along (I shall be very picky,) I will either pay someone to design some great pups or design them myself.

By the way, I wouldnt like this character... I would love this character. He is just pure gorgous. End of discussion. Unlike some other winners, I will continue posting on this thread and will give updates to how he is going. As well as this, I will tell all my friends, family and other random people about him. Every CS user will know and love him as much as I do.

What will you do for this character?
Think I explained this in the last two paragraphs. Dx Oh well, he will have a constant place in my signiture (it will be dedicated to him,) so every one will see him (I post on a lot of topics.) He will be posted in animal chatter and his topic will literally be littered, yes littered with art of him. The oekaki forms will be littered with art of him and I shall show off to my friends on CS and at school and so on.

Im thinking of creating a new species. It will be half breed wolves that live in a land ruled by evil dragons, they are slaves to the dragons and are treated horribly. Their colours are contrasting and they have delicate designs around their eyes, heads and legs. I havent decided what the species will be called yet but soon will, Oscar will be the alpha. He will rule over the other wolves and be a great leader. They carry on serving the dragons but are plotting their escape. Its still a work in progress but it will be worth it.

Personality:

Marengo doesnt usually show his feelings or emotions unless something either devistating, serious or happy he will. Unfortunatly for him, he can be a bit guillable and cannot see too clearly in the dark. His eyesight isnt the best but he isnt half or completly blind. Suprisingly, he is a fairly high-standing wolf but he is built quite muscular, he is slim and his legs are long and delicate. His snout is fairly average as is his tail. However, the thing that attracts the most attention is his eyes, they may be plain but they are deep and intelligent as well as kind. Oscar will usually never give up and will keep going unless he feels his life is not worth living anymore, he can weaken but will never, usually, show you.

Marengo can have a dark side, if, for some reason, he doesnt like you he will show you. When angry, he will growl and snap at you but when sad he will ignore everything around him. Unfortunatly, he can ignore you for no reason and he tends to get moody fairly quockly. He isnt perfect and quite far from it. His pups, mate and friends mean more to him then anything in the world and he will, eventually, come back to them if seperated. He forever hates his captuers and will do anything to hurt them, they scarred him for life. Oscar despises people, other then the ones he knows and trusts, to come near Dahlia and his pups and will do anything to either protect them or to help them.

History:

Chapter 1: The circus.

♫ I fight against these chains that hold me. ♫
♫ Cold, ridgid and tight ; they cut me. ♫
♫ I bite the hand that rarely feeds me. ♫
♫ Cruel, evil and scarred ; they beat me. ♫
♫ I entertain the crowds that cheer me. ♫
Welcome to my life.

I felt those cold hands around my harness and the clapping of the audience as the last act finished. As I was hurled into the arena, I instantly smelt hotdogs and popcorn and I drooled hungrily. Spying the hoops being lit with the orange and yellow flames that I knew so well, I quivered with fear and backed away. Yelping with pain as the whip cracked against my back, I gulped and ran foward leaping through the hoop. To the delight of the audience I managed, just, to get through. After, I was harnessed to a cart with another wolf and was made to pull it around the sandy floor. The audience's eyes followed me; I was the star. Luckily, I was soon taken off and chained back up in my small, filthy cage.

Suddenly, I felt a stiff and tense hand fasten a collar around my neck and clip a short, black lead onto a metal ring which was attached to the collar. The bars of the cage raised and I was led out and onto the back of a truck, I saw a human with a feather hat handing money to the boss of the place where I worked. He was a slender man, with a long, fur coat and shin-high boots, he was tall and had intelligent, kind eyes. His arms were suprisingly long and had slight muscles also he had long, brownish hair that settled around his broad shoulders. He climbed into the cab of the dusty, pale green truck and it juttered to a start before trundling down the road and into the hills.


Chapter 2: My new life.

♫ I enjoy the company that hangs around me. ♫
♫ Kind, gentle and friendly ; they pet me. ♫
♫ I love the attention that surrounds me. ♫
♫ Quiet, busy and calm ; they heal me. ♫
♫ I rebuild my spirit ; them helping me. ♫
Welcome to my life.

As the truck stopped, I peeked over the edge then ducked behind the metal side again. There was a large clearing, it was packed with tall, tent like things that seemed to reach up and touch the sky. A pair of horses stood, tied, to a wooden post and were grazing peacefully. The horses where a pale grey with brown and black patches, they had blue hand-prints on their rumps and blue lines around their eyes. The people of the village where dressed like the man in the cab who was now gathering his things and the collar and lead. He climbed out and reached towards me, I acted quickly and darted foward, my teeth bared, and he withdrew his hand. Soon after, he tryed again but I reacted in the same way and again he retreated. However, I soon found he was stubborn and he carried on trying to grasp the scruff of my black neck. Finally, I let him and he led me out into the clearing, a beautiful, long-haired, female dog ran past chasing a small child and barking happily. She paused, paw raised, to look at me then carried on running. I couldnt help but look after her and felt my heart miss a couple of beats. As the people grew noiser and pointed at me, I cowered behind the mans legs and he stopped to touch my temple but I barked warningly and he continued walking.

The next day, I felt another harness around my body and this time I was attatched to a cart. However, this cart had no wheels and was smooth at the bottom, I looked back and several other dogs were attatched too. They snarled and lunged foward, trying to bite me, and I turned and snarled too. The man, who was called Ulumas, whipped us both and then the rest of the team. They jumped foward like a racehorse starting from the gate, and began to pull the sled. "Get up Marengo," the brown-haired man said "you can do better." I joined in and soon found it was easier then it looked. At the end of the day he unhooked us and we bounded of to play, I spied the female dog again and looked at her. She had gorgeous, green eyes and a long, reddish coat. Her legs were long and slender, and her face was particularily eye-catching.

I yawned and stretched my legs, I had come close to my owner, Ulumas, and I was working well as a sled dog. Also, I had come close to the other dog, who was called Dahlia, and we were now expecting pups. I had recently been entered in a sled-dog competion and had came first. Obviously. That night I lay with Dahlia with Ulumas fussing over us and getting Dehlia ready for birth. I heard footsteps outside and growled, we were never disturbed this late. Ulumas answered and allowed the stranger to talk, he looked back at me and stepped outside. Soon after, he came back shaking his head and then continued fussing. "Your old owners Oscar," he said to me "wants to buy you back, but of course I could never sell you." I beamed inside as I heard this and licked his hand to show I was grateful.

That night I led my head on my paws and drifted into a sleep, soon I heard footsteps and a collar was placed around my neck. It was dark and I couldnt see who was taking control of me. I guessed it was Ulumas and stood, ready to follow him, then Dahlia started yelping and I relised she was having pups. I looked at the shadow, that I guessed was my trusted owner, and leaned towards her only to be pulled away by the leash that was attached to the band around my neck. I was dragged out of the tent and loaded into a horse trailer, I could still hear the yelps of my mate as she had our pups. Here I was being driven away...

Chapter 3: Back again.

♫ I despise the people that continue to hold me. ♫
♫ Horrid, sinful and vicious ; they capture me. ♫
♫ I return to the place that beat me. ♫
♫ Untidy, messy and shabby ; they scare me. ♫
♫ I sit here when my pups are without me. ♫
Welcome to my life.

I growled deeply as they unloaded me and threw me into my old cage. I tryed to fight back but it was five to one and I was soon overpowered. Still, I continued to growl and whine I was back in the place I hated. The place that had taken my spirit. The place that had taken my childhood. The place that kept me from my children. Pawing the bars of my cage, I whined and hoped they would relise what they were doing and release me. That would never happen. Looking through the bars, I saw the crowds and felt that familiar hand but this time it was beating me. "That idiot better not have erased your tricks," a face appeared next to mine and fingernails dug into the scruff on my neck "or he and you and that pretty little girl who had your pups will be dead." I growled deeply and lunged at him, my teeth and claws getting caught in the bars . "Want them dead then do you?" he shouted and I managed to hold myself back.

After the performance I managed to cry myself to sleep but then not escaping. My pups and mate wandered into my dreams and I whimpered before waking up and hearing shouts and cries. I pricked up my black and white ears and felt a jolt in my stomach. I glanced up and saw two men. They had their hands on the top of my cage and grasped the handle, and they managed to spread out my weight between them.

Chapter 4: The worst of it.

♫ I am taken away, my soul with me. ♫
♫ Scared, shaking and cruel ; they anger me. ♫
♫ I hate myself and my capturers. ♫
♫ Dieing, Heart-broken and misunderstood ; they despise me. ♫
♫ I want to go back to my old life. ♫
Welcome to my life.

They threw me into a van, as they climbed in I could hear them talking: "It's good that place finally went bankrupt," a rough-looking man said starting the van "it held loads of fighting dogs for us, like that 'un in the back." I was unloaded and placed in a smaller cage. *At least its clean,* I thought and clawed the bottom trying to find a way out. Suddenly, and unexpectantly, they relised me into an arena. A stranger stood in the center, with what looked like a long, flexible stick.
"Come 'ere!" he called to who I guessed was me but I stood, rooted, to the spot. He grumbled "useless," he muttered and lumbered towards me, he cracked the whip. I quivered and ran to the otherside "we'll have to get that out of ya," he turned and whipped me continuously. They eventually left me alone when I was growling at any movement, and threw me back into my cage. " 'Is first fight is tomorro' " he smiled and disappeared.

I was led into a ring and loaded into a small, caged, metal box. I heard my capturers shouting, "taking bets on the new dog! He will beat Sword!" I looked ahead and the screen infront of me was lifted and I ran into the ring. "Go!" my owners shouted the crowd was watching me and then I saw him. He was small and muscley with glowing, red eyes and sarrated teeth, he lunged at me and I lunged back. We clashed and he battled me to the ground, he savaged my face, body and limbs and all I could do was kick with my back legs. Then I saw a fimilar face, he was a tall man with long arms and kind, intelligent eyes...

He dived inbetween us, much to the protest of the crowds, and wedged us apart with his rifle. "Thats my dog!" the man screamed jumping into the ring and pushing Ulumas off me. The owner of the other dog grabbed him and I imagined he took him away from this terrible place. I raised my, now cut, face and looked at the two men. They were throwing punches, kicks, insults and many other vile things. Suddenly, I relised what these people had done to me what they had turned me into. Here I was lieing here when my favourite person was saving me from my capturers. I lept up, paying no attention to the pain in my legs, and grabbed hold of him with my teeth. Eventually, the fight was over and we had won. Ulumas carried me to his truck, layed my in the front seat and drove me home.

Chapter 5: Home sweet home.

♫ I finally return to my beloved home. ♫
♫ Happy, proud and excited ; im coming home. ♫
♫ I look foward to meeting my new, happy family. ♫
♫ Happy, proud and excited ; im coming home. ♫
♫ I am finally going to see them. ♫

Ulumas treated my wounds in the truck "you'll be ok," he said stroking the top of my head "you are still my wolf at heart." "Ready to see your pups? They are beautiful," I yapped happily and the truck door opened, I raced out and looked around expecting to see her. I looked in the tent, still not there. I began to worry and raced around the camp, dodging horses, people and tepees I ran all over the boudries, hoping to see them. Then they came. It was like something out of a fairytale. The wind was blowing through her fur and the pups were playing around her feet. I ran up to them and barked happily, which was then followed by a corus of happy yaps. All-together there were four pups. Three, were girls and looked exactly like their beautiful mother. But one was a boy and looked like his father...

So there, that is my story.

Other:

This character is just perfect.

Durpidee

[Darkest.Nation]

Username: Invisiblemoonlight14
Picture:
Lineart Link: viewtopic.php?t=155563
Name: Unnamed (name them!)
Gender: Unknown (give them a gender!)
Species: Canine (unknown)
Preferences: Do not make major design changes. Please love him/her and please do not let them collect dust. ^^
Flacatoo

Username: Invisiblemoonlight14
Picture:
Lineart Link: viewtopic.php?t=155563
Name: Unnamed (please name them!)
Gender: Unknown (please give them a gender!)
Species: Canine (unknown)
Preferences: Do not make major design changes. Please <3 him/her and do not let them collect dust. ^^
Flacatoo

[Solanum]

Fey... May I suggest a change to the adoption form?
Well... Since I'm usually the one to collect the forms, and I'm not complaining, I'd like to suggest changing the code at the bottom to make it easier to find. Then we could only take the forms from that round, without the chance of making a mistake. Would just make it easier for us to collect if we get more forms.

[Rosalind]

Username: Rosalind
Picture:

Lineart Link:
Custom by BHA
Name: Ida
Gender: Mare
Species: Equine
Preferences:
Please give a good loving home where you order art, RP with her, ect.
DO NOT let her sit around a collect dust.
If you win her, please PM me because I would love to keep in touch.
Name cannot be changed, nor can gender.
No design changes or accessories added.
Ida has been a personal character for a long time now, DO NOT adopt her if you are not going to love her.
Here are the extra pictures of her;
Colored by me, lineart by horse1050-{1}
Colored by me, lineart by horsey1050-{1}
Colored by me, lineart by ninjabunnygrl-{1}
Colored by me, lineart by ninjabunnygrl-{1}
Colored by me, lineart by horsey1050-{1}
Ida and Epsilon colored by me, lineart by horsey1050-{1}
Flacatoo

Username: Rosalind
Picture:

Lineart Link:
Clicky
Name: Epilson
Gender: Stallion
Species: Equine
Preferences:
Please give a good loving home where you order art, RP with him, ect.
DO NOT let him sit around a collect dust.
If you win him, please PM me because I would love to keep in touch.
Name cannot be changed, nor can gender.
No design changes or accessories added.
Epilson has been my personal character for a long time, he is Ida's son, DO NOT adopt him if you are not going to love him.
Flacatoo

Username: Rosalind
Picture:

Lineart Link:
IDK, sorry.
Name:
Pernelle
Gender:
Mare
Species:
Equine
Preferences:
Give a good loving home, no design changes.
Flacatoo

[Keriae]

Rosalind, I love Pernelle! Beautiful!

I'm glad that Lester's been adopted. ^_^