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Pet's ID Tag:
#16-Toxicity
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Zuur (Zeer) (Acid in Dutch)
Gender:
Male
Reason You Want It:
I've been thinking about writing some stories and this design caught my eye. For some reason, I've liked semi-robotic wolves/canines over regular.
History/Background/Other:
A chorus of barking, whining, and howling echoed through the valley. New pups were born and everyone couldn't wait to see them. All the wolves of the valley had their odd mechanical quirks due to human testing earlier in their life. From bright neon colors, to mechanical or robot parts. The neon colors weren't usually the main thing on the wolves so they didn't worry about it much but the mechanical parts could be a bit much at times but most of the wolves got used to it.
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Little cries and yelps came from the expecting mothers den and the wolves of the valley chorused in many barks when the proud father of the pups came out bearing the news. He smiled proudly and looked at the wolves of the valley before speaking. "There are three very happy healthy pups. Two girls and a boy" he said confidently although that was only partially true. Unlike either parent, one of the pups had robot parts but neither of the parents family had them as they came from neon wolves. The mother and father had agreed that they wouldn't mention and they would disown the pup as soon as they could.
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Months after the birth of the pup, the parents had gotten attached to their little robot and decided to call him Zurr due to his acid looking neon green streak down his side. The sisters had gotten used to the fact their brother was part robot. It didn't matter to them, he was family. After a while, some of the metal on his back rised and became wings, he couldn't really fly using them considering they were just the structure with what seemed like web-like interior. The wings weren't connected to his back, they just floated above it. Also as he grew, the fur above his eyes grew to be longer and he kept them side sweeped over his right eye. A blue streak wraps around his ears and a red circle at the base.
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As the six month old pup grew to be a teen wolf, he was starting to become an outcast to the wolves of the valley. Sure, Zuur was feirce and loyal but he was also a recluse. He liked being around wolves but he wasn't always friendly and didn't understand sarcasm and usually took things in the way they weren't intended. The leader of the valley had to make a decision he didn't want to make. He approached Zuur's mother and father and sighed, he didn't want to tell them that their only son would have to leave the valley.
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The parents of Zuur watched with tears in their eyes as the leader stood before Zuur and bowed his head to the year old wolf and looked down. "I am sorry Zuur, although you have the feirceness and loyalty to be a great warrior, you do not possess the heart of one." he muttered to the young wolf. Zuur looked down at the ground and sighed, he had figured this would end badly for him. It wasn't easy being an outcast. He cast a tear filled glance at his parents and gulped, bowing at the leader of the valley in good-bye, he knew he was going away and never coming back. Slowly, Zuur started walking out of the camp, dragging his paws on the ground, his arm bands clanging together when they hit. When he reached the entrance/exit to the camp, he sighed and shook his head and barked once again, "good-bye." As he walked out the exit, his mother, father, and his two sisters started crying, knowing they probably would never see their son/brother again.
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As Zuur left the camp, he shook his head. This wasn't going to end in one of those suicidal wolf bits that happened when a wolf left the pack. No, I will survive. He thought and looked at the sky, it wasn't quite night but it wasn't day either. It was dusk so he knew he would have to settle down somewhere for the night. Curling up into a ball to sheild himself from the cold, Zuur thought, I will survive, I will show them all.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Of course I do.

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Pet's ID Tag: #28
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Name You'd Choose for It: Sunshine
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It:She would be my only character besides Draggy, my fursona. I am also very good at drawing cats and adore them.
History/Background/Other: Sunshine was an alley cat who lived with others. She would love the sunshine and would not sleep during day not like her companions. Her "Buddies" would tease her and call her names because she was unusual. After a little while, they wouldn't even go near her and wouldn't help her do anything. She would have to hunt all by herself when the others would hunt together and catch more food. When the others were done hunting, she would usually not have that much food. Even worse, she was bad at hunting when not with others. Soon enough, food became scarce for Sunshine. She soon started to suffer from hunger every night and would depend on humans' scraps to live. One time when Sunshine's companions were teasing her again, Sunshine lost it and went nuts on them. After that, they all went against Sunshine and had a huge fight. After the fight, worn out and scratched, Sunshine vowed never to live with other cats again. Then she decided she would try to live with humans, as they helped her a lot.
The first few tries didn't go well. Sunshine went up to a human and the street and tried to catch her attention, jumping at her. The human screamed "OH MAI GOSH! STRAY CAT! GET AWAY! GET AWAY! AAAUUUGGGHHH!!!!". Sunshine had no idea why. She was just trying to be friendly! Next she tried climbing over a fence connected to a house. She jumped on the fence and lost her balance. Not knowing what the human words BEWARE OF DOG meant, Sunshine walked
slowly to the window to catch a humans' attention. Suddenly, a huge dog came out of nowhere and attacked Sunshine. Rushing to the nearest window, Sunshine clinged on and meowed so loud, she caught a human's attention. But the human screamed and called animal control while Sunshine smiled weakly. Once she heard an alarm sound and scary looking humans running at her, Sunshine ran away very quickly. Worn out and weak, Sunshine found a dirty pillow in an alley, laid down on it and slept.
When she woke up, Sunshine saw another cat looking for food nearby. Sunshine was afraid that the other cat would be the same as her old companions and tried to escape without letting the other cat see her. Then the other cat noticed her and said "Hey! why are you trying to run away?" Then Sunshine explained how her old companions had treated her. Then the other cat said "Oh, you poor thing. Is there anything I could do to help you?". Sunshine then said "I'm trying to find a place to live with humans. Can you help?" The other cat said "Sure! I'll guide you there." Excited, Sunshine burst out with power. "Come on!" She said. "Let's go!" The other cat guided her to a place called The Agency. "What's your name anyway? She asked." "Katelyn." The other cat said. "Thanks for everything!" Sunshine said. "I'll never forget you!". Sunshine ran to The Agency. Then a person came outside from The Agency, picked Sunshine up and stroked her fur. Sunshine purred. She couldn't wait to have a new home!
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. OH YEAH.

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Pet's ID Tag:
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Name You'd Choose for It:
Spoon
Gender:
Female
Breed:
Whippet x Coon-dog
Age:
Ten Years
Reason You Want It:
The first time I saw this girl,I was reminded of "Where the Red Fern Grows".Spoon resembles Little Ann by her small looking size,yet coon-dog features.The book is one of my favorites and the chance to own a character relating to it would be a dream come true<3 It's hard to explain how much I love this dog,maybe it's the natural design and the relation to the book.But whatever it may be,I still think she's amazing.
Spoon's eyes are a tearful reminder of the Red Ferns and that gave my the idea for her background.Though it's not a bad thing,her eyes are a beautiful shade of red.Not too dark and not too bright.Her small and simple design maintains a good balance of medium colors,no flashy markings or gothic designs.Spoon is beautiful,one of my favorite designs on CS.And that's saying something for me,as I usually have a narrow liking.My favorite marking would have to be the one around her eye.The lighter shade of brown gives a little more personality and a better overall design.Reminds me of a horse's pinto markings,which is one of my favorite real horse designs.Spoon's color has my favorite collars and is wide like my dog's.Another little pretty thing :]
She's a very pretty character and I would be honored to have her as my own.I don't have many characters so no doubt Spoon would be happy and loved<3
History/Background/Other:

Sometimes life gives you what you want.Other times it takes away what you need.

My eyes twinkled as I spoke to the young racing Whippets scattered around myself.I nodded contently when one spoke up,"Spoon why were you named Spoon?" Another asked,
"Are you really part coon-dog?" But who seemed the most insightful asked me,
"Spoon,what happened in your life?" And so I raised my head and spoke to their excited minds,happy to reveal my story yet again.

"I was born first in a small litter,far out in Kentucky.A beautiful place with forests and land all around,but also races for dogs like you.My mother was a middle aged Whippet,trained so well she could outrace any horse it seemed.She gave that speed to me and my siblings,my father being a coon-dog and gave his great nose to us.But something terrible happened as I turned seven months,which changed so much.
A fire started in the house and was only noticed as it was too late.I thought it was a game,but all young pups do.But now I wished I hadn't."

Screams erupt in the house,but each wash away with the smoke.The smoke.Worst thing I expected and we are trapped.My mother calls for us in her wailing barks,banging loudly in my sensitive ears.I think it's a game and bark happily,moving to and fro from my family's paws.But,a large,snap-like sound gave way beneath my paws.I don't move,but my father does and before I know it,my body is thrown away from the area and near the couch."

"It happened so slowly,the fire ate the floor under my father and he was gone."

My young eyes search to see my father,but all I see is his head going under the ground.The last I hear is a pain-felt howl and he is gone.

"Then I'm saved without a warning,and dumped out the window.Only one of my siblings made it before the house fell into itself."

I don't get the chance to feel sorrow before my mother picks me up by her muzzle.I'm jostled and then thrown into the blistering,bright sunlight and painfully thud against the grass.One of my siblings comes crashing beside me and lays still.I whimper and lick it's face.No movement.I let out a feeble bark and still nothing.Not knowing what to do,I stay silent and crawl away from the house.At that moment it topples down,crushing my mother and three other beloved siblings who didn't make it out.The last I see of them before exhaustion takes place.

I went quiet,hard remembering my first disaster.The young dogs unmoving,but with wide,eager eyes.Some were worried,others impatient for me to continue."Alright,I'll go on."
"When I awoke,I was under a tree with my brother by my side.We both were charred from the fire."

My eyes open slowly,I don't know what to think.My parents are alive.Yes.My parents and litter mates are alive and just a little away.But,then I turn around and see my brother.I can even feel my eyes widen and my mouth turn into a lopsided grin.He jumps at me,licking my face and I bite his ear.Wanting to see if he was okay,I barked a few times for him to be serious.I think I smell fire,it's just our charred pelts though.

"But,then I heard a shout and footsteps ran to us.Big humans like ours carried ropes and were yelling to one another.Only two came,but they looked relived to see us.The humans slung the ropes around our necks,the cold firm ones with heavy,metal handles.We tried to get away,but failed and were thrust into cages.

I turn toward the house to see flashing cars and hear sirens.They must be for the still burning house.Though I don't care,I just want my family back.I shake my head and see two humans with a dog running toward us,yelling.My brother shivers and I lean against him,eyes wide.They carried those heavy ropes that tied around our necks.It hurts!I bark and whine,trying to scratch out of it without really moving anywhere.The humans don't reply and drag us toward one of the cars,and into the cages.We stay together.That's good,I don't feel alone.

"I was asleep for the drive to a veterinarian hospital and then put into a como.It lasted for days and when I finally woke up,I found myself in a run down shelter with my brother.The place was horrid.Little food and very little water,the air stunk of feces and frightened dogs."I shivered and stopped,casting dull red eyes to the ground before continuing."My ears stung from the barking and howls.Few dogs would get adopted,the others were put down.Some even died before their time was due.The shelter I lived in was a living nightmare.

I stay asleep,with no dreams at all.My young imagination dulled by what is happening.Not even knowing where I was,me and my brother found ourselves in another cage.But this time dogs are everywhere and it smells horrible!I bark and whine,scratching at the long bars,but to no avail.After I short time I stop,looking back at my brother.My little brother because he's the runt.I let out a small whimper and he looks up at me sadly."We'll get out of here!I promise!

"But the day before we were due to be put done a small family entered the pound.I watched them,more closely the young boy who looked to be the age of Eight or nine in their years.He seemed to keep glancing at me,then finally shouted and pointed to me,and tugged on his father's arm.They came closer and talked amongst themselves.I was picked out."

I wake up to hear humans chatting and coming near me and my brother.Startled,I skid backwards,but it's too late.The burly man who doesn't feed us grabs me by my scruff.I yelp and try to wriggle away,but he holds me tight.Even pinches me!Worried,I stay still then and look at the boy suddenly.I notice him staring at me in some strange way,and then he grins.I am handed to his reaching arms.

"It was true friendship within seconds.He was so happy,and so was I.They signed papers and I was good to go,and we headed to the car.I was still tightly held in my new human's arms.Just as he sat down,he slipped a pretty,purple collar from his pocket and wrapped it around my neck without much coaxing.I still wear that same collar.But along with that collar was a small,black spoon.My puppy instincts took on and I grabbed it,started chewing on it.He laughed and then said some nonsense about a Spoon,but ended up naming me Spoon.I liked it and still like it."
"That's it for tonight,young dogs.See,your human's are calling."I added,"You all have a race in a few days times.Get your rest or you'll come in last."With that,I watched them all run off,remembering my past more than anything else.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Yes I do,and I would also like to tell where her whereabouts would lead to~

At the moment I have two main characters,both paint horses with flashy manes.One is my fursona,named Korsirene and the other is her colt,Korlas.I love them both very much but their designs are too complicated for me and others to replicate.So my search for a character was on.But not any 'ole character is permitted.No,I'm seeking one I can relate to.One that has been loved before and is overall amazing.Spoon is perfect and if I receive this girl I can assure everyone that her home would belong in my character thread.Art would be plenty from me and others.I may even draw her on oekaki if I can do it<3 Though I can draw traditional and since home is where I stay all day,Spoon would be doodled and saved,having a happy life CS and real life.
Though just taking her to my thread isn't all there is.No,Spoon would have a picture in my signature and probably my avatar.From before,Korsirene and Korlas might be adopted out,I don't really have a connection to them.Therefore more art would be given to her.

I hope I've said enough,it really was from my heart<3 Also for Spoon's story,it's not done.Her life story will continue on my thread if I win this girl.

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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.

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Pet's ID Tag: #71
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Name You'd Choose for It: Flyer
Gender: Gelding
Reason You Want It:
This horse caught my eye in Rosalind's gallery with her latest revamp. I was so tickled to see it was a revamp, there-fore meaning I would be able to get this beautiful creature!
History/Background/Other:
Flyer stood miserable, tightly tied to a post in the direct sunlight of the Afganastian sun. He ears flicked around, he could swear he heard the very sand crying out for relief. But the sun did not listen, it burned down un-relentlessly. While he was stuck here physically, his thoughts chased about. Being the horse of a terrorist was horrible, usually their life only lasting a month at tops, but being the misbehaving horse of terrorist was well, pure hell. He had often marveled at the fact that he had not been shot yet, because he despised his current owner and made it known.

One day he had found out, there were so few horses left within the greedy grasp of the terrorists that they could not afford to lose one. So they earnestly tried to break him. They burned his legs when he reared, they forced him to drag hundreds of pounds of rocks when he bolted, and the most recent, they tied him up with as little food and water as he was able to survive on and this had gone on for an entire week. He would never give in, not even if they had to scar his coat un-reconizable. Flyer clutched to the knowledge that he would one day be freed from these evil men.

Suddenly jerked from his thoughts as the men returned he was amazed at what he saw. It was a small, delicate two-leggered. A female, with pale blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin, much too pretty and pale to have come from anywhere close to the encampment. They ruffly dragged her along, and one released the hold he had on her mouth. She screamed at them, saying "How dare you take me!" "You WILL pay for this!" "The Army and Air Force will hunt you down!". The leader turned, Flyer could by his stance that he was furious, yelled in her face, "SHUT UP!" and fired his gun. The girl screamed with pain as the bullet buried itself in her shoulder, but it was cut short by the swift punch delievered to her face. Flyer stomped his feet, he couldn't bear to watch this. Somehow, he knew he would get this two-leggered out of here. The girl was silent now, from fear or pain, Flyer knew not. They continued to drag her, but now she left a trail of blood. The salty, irony smell filled his nostrils and Flyer hated it.

Once the men reached a coffin like hole in the ground, they shoved the girl, now weak with pain, into it and laid a metal covering over it. The covering would be much too heavy for a young girl with one useless arm to lift on her own. Flyer knew what she would feel like in the three hours left till night, the sun would be burning down just as hot on her as himself.

Nightfall came, and Flyer was so grateful. As it grew darker, and darker still, he began to think of his plan. From his former outings, he knew the stations of "the enemy". These were the group that would take the girl and maybe himself. Once the night guards walked past him, he reared, kicked, and sliced at the rope with his teeth as silently and swiftly as possible. It soon enough snapped, nothing could take that much battery and not give in. He was free! Galloping, Flyer made his way over to the hole and kicked off the metal covering.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Yes I do.

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Mentioned in this form are Acristos [Kri] and Harvest; both are beloved characters of mine. If you wish to view them, feel free to do so via the links in their names. c:

Also, please note that due to fact that Kri and Hoshiko are both genderless; they'll be referred to with the genderless pronouns 'ze' [he/she] and 'hir' [his/her].


Pet's ID Tag: #57

Name You'd Choose for It: Hoshiko;

Japanese for 'star-child.'

Gender: Genderless;

neither male nor female.

Reason You Want It:

Everything about this character is perfect. Ze is absolutely gorgeous, and would fit in perfectly with Kri, Harvest, and their story. If won, Hoshiko would be a beloved headmate of mine, would be drawn and written about often, and would be given a place in the character thread that I'm still working on creating.
I remember when this character was first donated, and I remember regretting not trying for hir when I had the chance to. I'm so very thankful that I now have another opportunity to call this character my own; I can promise that ze will be forever treasured and loved.

History/Background/Other:

[personality]

Thoughtful - Hoshiko thinks things through before choosing a course of action, and, unlike hir twin, rarely does things rashly. This may delay things a bit at times, but hir meticulous habits often help hir to get out of tough situations.

Compassionate - Hoshi treats those around hir, spirits and otherwise, with great kindness and compassion. This, of course, is a required trait in a spirit-guide, but ze has a tendency to go above and beyond hir requirements, showering the spirits around her with sympathy and kindness.

Gentle - This 'star-child' treasures the lives of those who are living and those who are dead. Ze is never aggresive towards others, but rather likes to work things out in a calm, peaceful manner. Ze fears the idea of harming someone, and is always extremely careful around others, including hir own twin.

Intelligent - Experienced and equipped with a sharp mind, Hoshi is able to quickly solve most problems thrown at hir, and knows much about the worlds that ze and Kri travel through.

Quiet - When not around Kri, Harvest, Hoshi is quite quiet. Ze isn't withdrawn or anything like that, but simply does not always see the need for elaborate words.

Elegant - Hoshi speaks and acts in a very delicate, elegant way; not at all like that of hir twin. Ze isn't weak or anything of that sort, but simply doesn't like to partake in displays of physical might.

Needy - Just as Kri needs Hoshiko, Hoshiko needs Kri. Their souls 'feed' off of the presence of the other, and to be without the other for too long would be to have one's soul disolve. In addition, Hoshi does thrive off the emotional and physical attention that hir twin gives hir, and has a tendency of becoming agitated and distressed when kri is not around.

Loving - Hoshiko has an endless reserve of love for hir twin, and though ze doesn't like to physically display it, treasures hir Other above all else.


[relationships]

Acristos [Kri] - Hoshiko and Acristos are many things; siblings, twins, partners, friends, lovers; and as they see it, soul-mates. They work very well together, and share a deep bond of trust, honesty, and understanding that they have with no others. When they quarrel, it's in a joking manner, as neither can stay angry at their Other for long. Hoshiko loves Kri very much, and though ze may act annoyed by the affection that Kri showers on hir, ze really doesn't mind the attention. Hoshiko is very protective of Kri, and will go to great lengths to defend hir beloved twin.

Harvest - Harvest and Hoshiko are very close friends. Hoshiko trusts her with hir secrets, and goes to her for advice when ze is in need of it. When visiting Earth, Hoshi spends the majority of hir time speaking with her when ze's not off with Kri. They enjoy swapping riddles and discussing philosophical things; and, when Kri is around to influence them in such a manner, don't mind simply partaking in simplistic fun.

[history]

Hoshiko and Acristos are 'star-childen,' crafted by the stars themselves. They were not born, did not grow up, will not grow old, and will not die. The two of them are not even alive, but are simply embodiments of the pieces and offerings of many stars.

They were made to need the other, as their souls feed off the presence of the other, and therefore were given the same 'job.' The two of them, as partners, are 'spirit-guides;' they have the responsibility of accompanying deserving souls on their journey to the afterlife.

The graveyard at El Alamein, Egypt; guarded and protected by Harvest the Daedr, serves as their 'home-base.' When not on duty, they remain there with her, and assist her in the process of encouraging the souls lingerig there to move on to the afterlife.

Together; Hoshiko and Kri make a whole, without their Other they would be lost. Not alive and not dead; they are immortal in a way, and therefore are quite curious as to what their forever future holds. Whatever they have to face, though, they'll face it together.

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

Indeed, I do. <3

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❀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.

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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.

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"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.

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*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.❀
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; Pet's ID Tag ;
Number 41

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; Name You'd Choose for It ;
Elanor Stella Sternberg

; Nicknames ;
Elle, Ellie.

; Name Meanings ;
Elanor;
Means "star sun" in Sindarin.
Stella;
Means "star" in Latin.
Sternberg;
Means "dweller on a starry hill, mountain" in German.

; Species ;
Pony [ Equine ]

; Breed ;
Skyros Pony

; Coloration ;
Palomino Tovero Paint + Blaze.

; Age ;
Fifteen [ in human years ]

; Place of Birth ;
Baton Rouge, Louisiana

; Current Location ;
Chicago, Illinois

; Gender ;
Female

; Reason You Want It ;
Ever since I saw Elanor, when she was first donated, I remember I thought she was a gorgeous character. I was sorely tempted to go for her and put up a form for her, but I knew I wouldn't have a use for her. My horse characters all had specific guidelines, and unfortunately she didn't fall under any of them, thus giving me no use for this lovely lady. Her design is beautiful, and palomino has always been one of my favorite horse colors. Ever since I was little, I loved paint horses as well, so Elanor was completely perfect in my eyes. The little touches of blue added the right amount of color and contrast to her design. I'm a sucker for pale and cream colored characters with blue eyes, and she is certainly no exception.

Several times I considered making a form for her, but I knew the poor girl wouldn't have gotten any love if i did get her. Once I saw her most recent revamp though, I knew exactly what I could use her for. I have an entirely anthro plot line that needed more species variety. Anthro horse characters are always so unique and that is exactly what my story needs. She would have a perfect role as one of the stories younger characters, the newest generation of agents. Also, in her revamp, I can see a clear personality in her, like someone who would be shy and timid on the outside, but retain a strong and confident personality within.

If I got her, I would definitely make sure she gets the love and attention she deserves. She would get a page on my character site, and I would write about her when I got the chance. She's on of the main characters of the younger generation, so she would be written about more often than not. I might try and RP with her a bit, as it's always fun for me to RP shy characters. Also, I would make sure to draw her whenever I have the time, and I think she could help me with my anthro anatomy. I love to draw anthros, so naturally, I would draw her very often. I would also order art of her whenever I can. She's just so gorgeous and unique, and I'd love to be able to call her mine. c:

; Personality ;
{{ Timid & Quiet }}
By nature, Elanor is a very shy and quiet girl. She doesn't usually talk, unless spoken to, and she tends to lurk. She always looks like she wants to say something, add her own input, but she never really does. Her voice is naturally soft as well, adding to her quietness. Being the shy type of a girl that she is, she isn't normally the first person to greet anyone. She doesn't particularly enjoy talking to others that she doesn't know that well, and likes to stick to her little realm of familiarity. She tends to be more open and emotional toward her friends than anyone else. She almost never raises her voice, and it's very, very hard for others to imagine Elanor shouting.
{{ Submissive & Easy-going }}
Elanor is rather a non-confrontational individual, and she is never the one to oppose someone's opinion or voice her own opinion. She lets others decide for her, and just goes with whatever everyone else says. If she does happen to confront someone or state an opinion that opposes the views of others, she has a tendency to apologize afterward. That is purely out of habit though, and most of the time she doesn't really mean it. She's rather calm about most things and tends to just go with the flow of everything. It would be difficult to anger Elanor, and she only ever gets angry when she is under a ton of mental and emotional stress.
{{ Kind & Generous }}
Elanor tries to be kind and nice to everyone she meets, not matter how irritating and annoying they act toward her. Often she will randomly compliment one of her friends, or do kind deeds from the goodness of her heart. She never expects a reward or even a thank you for her efforts, she simply accepts the fact that good deeds often go unnoticed. If she notices that any one of her friends is struggling in class, or with family members, Elanor will usually try her best to help them. Due to her shyness though, her kindness rarely ever stretches past her friends, or others that she at least somewhat knows. She's quite generous as well, always giving, and neer caring if sheever gets anything in return.
{{ Charming & Intelligent }}
Probably on of the biggest reasons that Elanor is so popular at her school is her rather charming personality. She is quite pleasant and delightful to be around. Also, her beauty plays is big role in her charming appearance. She is what you would call a "people pleaser" and will do whatever she has to do to keep everyone around her happy. She is a very smart girl, and almost always earns the top grades in her classes. She also uses this intelligence to her advantage to come up with solutions when her friends get into fights. She tends to lack common sense though, her intelligence mainly lies in book smarts and social skills.
{{ Confident & Strong }}
On the inside, Elanor is a very strong and confident individual. She can take a great amount of emotional pain, willing to be emotionally abused or taken advantage for the sake of her closest and most loyal friends. She will usually just brush it off, the damage not affecting her in the slightest. Most others think of her as a girl with little to no self esteem, but that is a false statement. Elanor has much confidence and bravery in herself, just the inability to show it to the outside world. She doesn't think poorly of herself, and she isn't insecure about the way she looks, or how talented she is. If she is put in extreme circumstances though, she wouldn't hold back, and she would stand up for herself, but only if absolutely necessary.
{{ Guiltless & Insensitive }}
Despite the fact that she apologizes for almost every single outburst that she makes, in actuality, Elanor is not all that sorry. She is almost never plagued with immense guilt, and she normally does not feel guilty for her actions. If she manages to hurt someone in the process of voicing her opinion or standing up for herself, tough luck. Frankly, she thinks they deserve it. She tends to be rather insensitive toward the feelings of others she doesn't know that well, but of course she hides her indifference within her. It is extremely hard to guilt trip her, and most of the time she will reply with a simple "I don't care."

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Pet's ID Tag:80
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Name You'd Choose for It:I would keep it as Miranda
Gender:Female
Reason You Want It:And so, we come to the trick question. The question that seems to deem whether or not someone truly wants the pet, and bu far, the most difficult to answer. I wish to give a home to Miranda for many reasons. First, she has a quite excellent design that isn't too extravagant and that is very perfect for what I like in a character. From the physical structure, you see a typical scene dog, but as you study the markings, you see she has light, bright colors indtead of the stereotypical dark base with a crapload of neon piled on top. And this brings us to the second reason. Potential. Designs that 'think outside the bun' (Quoting Taco Bell) have great potential as they force our minds to say, why is something the way it is? and I like designs that do this, because this is how a design becomes a character. Third is art. I love drawing, but lately, I haven't had much inspiration and have been stuck drawing a mutated hamster character I made up in 5th grade. Not as cool as it sounds. Hey look! I got off topic! how surprising..... ANYWAY.... I also need practice drawing canines, as half of mine come out looking like poo, and what better place to start than a new charrie! So I want to adopt Miranda because, like me, she's a bit outside the bun, and I respect that. She'll be my new art subject, and hopefully give me inspiration to work on wolves, and force me to think! One of my favorite pastimes.
History/Background/Other:Miranda woke up. As she tried to stretch, her neck and paw came across the walls of something hard. A cave? she thought. No, that can't possibly be right! Caves aren't this tiny! She stood up, and her head hit yet another wall. "OUCH! Where the Hell am I?" She looked through the thick metal screen in front of her. White. That was it. White. "Am I dead?! I-I can't possibly be dead, can I?" She looked out the tiny, oval-shaped holes in the side and saw rows and rows of cages. They were filled with animals. "If I'm dead," she whispered in horror; "Then this must be Hell..." Her kennel was set down on a table next to another. A pale, blueish dog was inside. "You ain't dead." She rasped weakly, "But this may just be hell. Welcome to the Tortureplace. 'Least that's what folks call it. Name's Key. You got a name, kid?" She turned around to face Miranda, and she saw that Key had only one eye. "Miranda," she said, trying not to stare at the scar tissue that used to hold an eye. "Miranda, huh? sounds like an awful citified name to be in these parts." Miranda figited, still averting her eyes. "Well, I used to live somewhere else. Not with people, but, well, I don't think it was in the wild either. I remember someone, a male, maybe my father, saying, 'Miranda, don't be afraid,' and well, I guess I just left my name that way. Aside from that, I Don't remember anything about my family at all. " She looks toward where the sky should be, somehow hoping it would make her remember. "So, what exactly IS this place?" She looked toward Key, and stared at her nose instead. "This is a place the No-Furs made to get rid of us Unwanteds. The animals they take from the streets or the forest, and other No-furs don't want us. I believe they're also called 'People', like you mentioned before," Key settled down into a ball in the bottom of her crate in a way Miranda couldn't see her. "so, why are we down here, and all the others are up there?" Key sat up and Miranda watched as she gestured to a cage above. "Cleaning. See that cage? there are some loose bricks behind it that some have used to escape. If you get that one, wait 'till nighttime an' push on the wall as hard as you possibly can. At'll get you out." A No-Fur came and picked up the crates. He shoved Miranda into the one Key had gestured to, and took Key to a cage down the hall. "What about you?!" Miranda shouted out towards Key. "I'll be alright! I been in and outta this place for as long as I can remember! There are other ways out! And put the bricks back!" Key's voice faded into the distance, and Miranda listened to all the screams of 'Let me go!' and other chatterings from the creatures around her.
Night came, and Miranda did exactly as Key told her to do. She was free. But she was worried about her friend. She picked up the bricks, one by one in her mouth, and placed them back as they were. She padded out into the darkness, wondering whether or not she'd ever see Key again.


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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.

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This is, of course, a huge WIP. Just posting because knowing my chronically bad luck I will be out tomorrow and y'all will do the code drop then XD

Kennel 103

Synthia Leigh Azuli

Profile:

Name:
Name: Synthia
Middle Name: Leigh
Family Name: Azuli
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Sex:
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual [prefers females though]
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Background:
Nationality: African
Species: Hyena
Breed: Spotted Hyena
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Physical:
Coat:
Colour: Varying shades of browns and greys
Markings: Spots covering main body.
Darker mane and leg marking.
Texture: Somewhat bristley
Length: Short on face, legs and sides.
Long on underbelly and along spine.

Accessories:
Piercings: Two golden rings.
The lower one has a Lapis Lazuli stone hanging
from it.

Scars:
One that runs across her left front sholder.
From bullet skimming past her.

Mutations:
Other than odd leg marking perfectly normal.
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Speech:
Vocabulary: Nothing fancy, some slang and abreviations.
Voice: Female, but rather deep.
Accent: Her acccent is hard to pin point,
it is slightly African with quite a bit of
American influence.
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Azuli Hyenas:
Synthia - Young female. Has the family ring on luck in her ear.
Secille - Synthia's mother. Is known to be very rude.
Boron - Synthia's father. He is very old and is missing an eye.
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Other Characters:
Jekyll - Young male hyena with unusually dark coat.
Is fairly casual. Jekyll is half a year older than Synthia.

Main Information:

What I Like About Synthia:
What originally drew my attention to Synthia was the full referance picture. There is something about her beautiful little tufted mane that I just can't get enough of. I don't know why, but she also reminds me of my best friend who has moved country a little while ago and so she pulled my strings emotionally in a nice way. When I first saw her, she made me feel less lonely. Maybe it was her personality filled eyes or her room fulling personality. I also stole some of my friends name to give her her name. The way her eyes are sparkling gives her a feeling   beauty and grace, despite the fact she is a scavenger. Then Spotty drew a piece of her and that added to my love for her. Also Spotty's piece is kind of saying to me 'Stop trying to avoid me. You know you want me.' It also gave out a winning personality, a rough tough girl power person who can carry themselves because they are a strong girl, not a gooshey one. And thats a personality which really stands out to me, I'm looking for a dominant girl to be in amoungst my group of males, misfits and mentally unstable creatures that I call my OCs [no offense to them, but that sums most of them up].

What I Will Do For Synthia:
Synthia looks like she would think of herself as almost a godess in her world - powerful and beautiful. So she deserves complete love and adoration. Whilst I'm a bit of a poor person at the moment I will happily spend hours drawing her - get some skills at drawing things with attitude. I'm not sure there are masses of hyena OC rps out there, but you never know. And of course I will get round to finding her a slot in my character gallery so the world can see her pure unchallenged might.

Personality:
Some are self explanatory, but I have provided some further detail anyway.

Dominant:
Synthia was born a natural leader and because of her other personality traits she always manages to get in charge of things. She won't take advice from anyone unless she has asked for it and she won't be bossed around. Whether it is a game, a position or anything of the sorts her key goal in life is to be on top. She has a strong personality and attitude and when she is around others it is clear who gets the final say...

Violent:
Synthia doesn't promote violence nor enjoy it, although when challenged she will not hesitate to snap at or maim an opponent. She will become very violent if needed for 'defence' or to 'sort someone out' but she generally refrains from going out and having a go at an innocent person.

Attention Seeking:
Whilst Synthia may not look up to others she certainly enjoys their undivided attention. She hates being left out, infact she almost fears it. She especially dislikes when people come and steal her thunder, as such, off her.

Independant:
Whilst Synthia is happy to harness the rallying force of others she enjoys working alone. This is because she sees herself as the one who makes the right choices. Whilst she is very attention seeking, as mentioned above, she enjoys being entitled to her own opinion. She will not take anyone elses advice unless she has asked for it.

Confident:
Synthia always believes in herself and her own abilities. She won't be shadowed by mockery or anyone else. If she turns out to be wron she is always happy to defend herself because she has such pride and confidence in all she has done.

Energetic:
Synthia enjoys being active at all times. If you aren't talking about something she has extreme interest in chances are she will jump around as if she has ants in her pants. She enjoys running for short bursts but being a hyena she is more fidgety than into running for long distances.

An outsider's view one Synthia's Life:

Underneath her paws the crazed mud broke into even smaller fragments. The ground was dry, hard and cruel; just like everything else in the short time since Synthia's birth. Tears trickled down the young hyena's face, but why wouldn't they? The poor little one had gotten lost in the midst of a panic attack. There had been immense pressure in the air and just as suspected a rolling boom came. Rain lashed at the tufted pelts of the Azuli pack; a small group of a few distantly related hyena families. There were the usual sounds of fright from the animals of the African plains. Far off in the distance there was the trumpet of an elephant and the shocked shrieking of monkeys. But above all the commotion a strange sound travelled - the sound of a gun. As sadly happens so often in countries with large, rare animals there was a small mob of poachers out in the rain where visibility was poor and they were less likely to be seen. Their old jeep, which was making the sound of something choking, rattled ever closer and before the little group of hyenas knew what was going they were under fire. The poacher hadn't gotten anything and were mad, so they were taking their frustration out on the creatures that endlessly laughed at them. There was the sound of led, metal and flesh coming together at immense speed and the ground turned red. Synthia fled. She climbed into a dry hollow and sat. Cold, wet, miserable and alone. Only three days later did she dare emerge from her den. Hunger drove her out but she felt she could have hidden in the earth forever. But now she had to find something to eat. It had only taken a short amount of time for the earth to shrivel back after the rain and crack like a dropped plate. Now the young hyena stood in tears, wondering how her life could or would continue.

Synthia's eyes grew sore and swollen from all the salty tears and with a final gulp of air she silently vowed she would make her way in the world and perhaps one day find her family again. So without an idea of how to do it she set out to fill her rather high ambition. Although she longed for a soft tongue to clean her face and gentle words to guide her she had none. 'I can do this.' the little hyena said. 'I can look after myself.' She quietly walked out into the empty expanse of parched land. The dry grass stabbed at her face but she kept going, knowing the only way to find food would be to keep walking and sniffing. As she walked a brand new philosophy formed in her head. She wasn't going to be the little baby who ate the food her mother fed her. No, if offered she would reject it. She was her own hyena and she would be her own self and do her own thing. She wasn't going to be scared any more and she was going to get back at anyone who thought they could scare her like that again. A smile managed to inch onto her tear stained face. Now she knew that she wanted to steer her life. To be a captain and not let anyone sail her ship.

Her head still full of thoughts of leadership and authority, Synthia managed to pick up a nice festering waft of baboon. She clambered through a small row of prickly plants and at last lay eyes on what she wanted and needed badly. She was amazed that someone would leave such a prize. But coming from a breed that lives to eat everyone's left overs she was used to gnawing things down to the bone. Once she was completely gorged she managed to drag the remainder of the monkey back, through a row of spiked undergrowth and into a dry looking spot to stay the night. And in this fashion young Synthia lived and thrived, growing strong and healthy. In the early mornings she would climb out of her den, set a goal for her day and then go about sniffing for something to steal. She was often laughed at by baby elephants at her desperate attempts to pull things down that leopards had left in trees but that didn't deter her. One such morning she was pulling hard at the tail of a baboon which was stuck in a low forked branch of a young tree. With a loud ripping sound her teeth grinded down the tail and right off. With nothing left to hold her up Synthia toppled backwards. Looking up with an angry frown on her face she saw someone who looked just like her looming over her face. She was very excited that perhaps this hyena might be related to her, but instead she chose to go with serious incase he thought he could steal her food. 'What do you want?' She demanded. In a short while she was fulled in with the details of Jekyll, the male hyena's life for the past few months. Even though she was quite a bit younger than him Synthia glared up at Jekyll. 'Don't think you can take my monkey, its mine!' she hadn't really listened to him and so was still convinced he wanted to steal her food. Jekyll laughed and then realising he didn't want the baboon Synthia took her turn to tell him about herself. Jekyll nodded and simply said 'See you round, I guess.' and was off.

Synthia spent alot of time after the restlessly walking around. She was tired and had nothing to do but she supposed if she kept pacing a five by five or so kilometer patch she might just run into some one interesting.

Agreements:
In the event that I may win this character I here by vow...
I will appreciate this character as best I can
I will return her so she may find a better home if I no longer want her.

I also agree to abide by the creators rules.
I will keep her female
She will not recieve any design alterations other than her new piercings
I will also keep her hyena, as that is the only species she fits anyway.

I also sent a PM to the creator a week or two ago but as of yet they have not replied.

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Sorry for the two post Code Drop. It honestly wouldn't post it if I did it with one. Sorry for those who didn't get their pet they wanted. It was very hard and I spent a long time trying to pick between them. Some of them came down to splitting hairs.

[iRabid Coffee]

Thank you so much Tripp for putting up Zuur for adoption, he will be loved.
Thanks Applefiend for giving me the chance to help with the Agency.

[tanner]

I won! thanks sooo much, and congratulations to everyone else ^^

[Papyrsatyr]

Thank you so much Tripp for putting up Zuur for adoption, he will be loved.
Thanks Applefiend for giving me the chance to help with the Agency.

Yeah, thanks so much for both iRabid and Nawee for collecting forms for me. As for updating the front page I might do it in the morning (read: afternoon) when I'm not so sick of coding. Also sorry in advance if I made any mistakes.

[iRabid Coffee]

Thank you so much Tripp for putting up Zuur for adoption, he will be loved.
Thanks Applefiend for giving me the chance to help with the Agency.

Yeah, thanks so much for both iRabid and Nawee for collecting forms for me. As for updating the front page I might do it in the morning (read: afternoon) when I'm not so sick of coding. Also sorry in advance if I made any mistakes.

This comes from the dorkie side of me but I actually kinda had fun collecting forms.

[Tammanae]

Congratulations to the winners. ^^

[gingertail98]

Omg omg omg omg *starts freaking out* I got Sameul? Thank you to spotty for making him and the agency for letting me have a chance to adopt a character that looks like my beloved childhood pet! I am actually almost crying as stupid as it may sound! Thank you sooooooo much I had to double check like 5 times before posting this!!!!

Congrats to everyone else who won a character this round!!!!