The Silver Lining Adoption Place (CLOSED FOR CD)

[Fey]

Sorry, again!

[BPeppers]

Ignore >.>

[Wesley]

Name: Siyori

Species: Canine // Fox-Wolf Mix

Kennel Number: 28

Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?: Siyori really reminds me of myself. He is very handsome and I could never bare to part with him if I were to get him. I wouldn't let him collect dust. I'd find him a proper mate, add him to my characters thread, make him fanart, roleplay him, and love him with all of my heart. I would really be honored to be enabled to adopt such a flavorful and handsome wolf character.

Personality: Siyori is all about nature. He adores it; every bit of it. He could pace around a forest for many hours or even days alone. He could even stare at a single water-drop covered spider web for the longest time. He loves to look at the trees and to just be present in the moment. Every breath he takes brings a new thought, yet he still always has an open mind to anything else wanting to push its own way in. He feels most at home in the forest or woods, and he believes that he wouldn't be anything without nature. Nature is his life.

History: Siyori walked through the forest slowly and quietly. All was dark and it was somewhat damp. The ground underneath his paws was like mush as he stepped, and he was frightened by the spider that suddenly appeared on his shoulder. Even in this dark, scary forest, Siyori was comforted by the nature around him. He had to do something here. Had to fix it up. Nature didn't deserve to be treated this way.

He saw a strange patch of light over in the corner of the area he was in. In the shimmering light there was a small patch of mushrooms. They were brown with white speckles scattered along them, and he picked one up using his paw. He stared at it, thinking of nothing. And then thinking of something. His childhood. His past.

All before he had lived in nature. He had been born in the woods. A nice and cheery set of trees of all sorts, and many flourishing plants. He'd never seen any place like this before, though. And he still wasn't sure exactly how he had gotten there. He put the mushroom down and raced over to a tree, examining its unusual bark.

There, patterned along with the ridges of the old tree, was a picture. It seemed to be of a wolf, or a canine of some sort. He seemed friendly and cheery, and his face was happy. Around the picture were little carved mushrooms, much like the one he had just examined, and many flowers and trees.

Siyori picked up his paw, running his claws along the lines and attempting to stand on three legs. It hardly worked. He felt silly, and he put his leg down. He circled the tree, bringing new pictures into his view. There was that same canine, looking old and frail in the next picture. But this picture had more detailing. He squinted his eyes and saw that not only was the dog looking older, but also the trees around him. The forest in the picture began to slowly look more and more like the dreary forest that Siyori found himself in now.

But all of this was not what surprised him. What did, however, was that the wolf in this picture looked much like him. In fact, the one in the picture before had very few differences from him. And somehow, somewhere, he just knew. Just knew that that was his father and this was his destiny.

Siyori woke up with quite the startle. The stars were still shining brightly down on him, and the sky was clear, only the moon and stars in sight. He had been dreaming. Had meerly dreamt it all. For now he found himself still lying on the ground of a beautiful forest, not in bloom, but in autumn. His leaf bed began to feel scratchy and he began to feel restless.

Was this ridiculous? That whole dream? Or was it real? Was it truly his father? Siyori didn't know. But he definitely cared. It all seemed like nonsense. Both he and his sisters had been told since they were young that their father had died at war. His mother died shortly after, from missing him so much. Their love had been true, so why would the story change now?

Of all things, why would his father have died in the forest? Alone and hungry. Scared. And even more so, why had the forest reminded him so much of his childhood? It couldn't be that that dark old place was once the forest of beauty. The forest of his dreams. That didn't much matter to Siyori though. He knew that all of this was in his blood, and he knew that he had to go to this forest.

He started traveling before morning, still in the night under stars. He planned to head to where his sisters lived. Maybe they would know something. Maybe they would join him. Over time he approached their home. He called out clearly, "Hello?"

Fizari, his older sister, came to the mouth of her den. "Siyori," she approached him happily, but her face hardened into concern. Her brother had not been well. Why would he come in the middle of the night?

"Come on," he said. "I have something to tell you."

Nervously, Fizari ran back inside the den. "Zabi," she said, uncertainly. "Siyori is here. He has come to tell us something of importance."

The youngest of the siblings scattered out of the den, making her way towards the others. "What is it?" she asked. She was unaware that Siyori had not been the same since their father had died.

"It's... well... it's Dad," Siyori said.

"Oh, Siyori," Fizari said, swooping in to comfort him. "He's dead. He's gone. He died bravely, fighting in a war. Fighting for us. What could it possibly be?" she asked, growing more concerned by the minute.

Zabi was completely oblivious to this. "Dad?" she asked, her eyes growing with curiousity. She believed Siyori. She believed in magic, as if that was how things were supposed to be. "Has he visited you? Sent a sign?"

Siyori was grateful that she believed him so strongly. "No," he said. "But it's close."

"Siyori," said Fizari. "It's late." She didn't want him filling little Zabi's mind with even more magical beliefs.

"But it's true!" Siyori said. "And it can't wait! I had a dream. A vision. I was walking through a dark forest, all gloomy and wet. And then I found this tree," he squinted as he tried to remember it. Picture it once again in his mind. "It had a picture engraved in it. A picture of dad. And a picture of the forest we had been born in. But on the other side it had a picture of an old, angry wolf. He looked like dad, but he couldn't have been. He was just too... upset. And besides... dad is dead. So how do you think that he could have been there?"

"He couldn't have," Fizari said, narrowing her eyes angrily. "Dad is dead. Goodnight, Siyori," the bitter she-wolf retreated into her den once again, but Zabi didn't budge.

"I believe you," she said, looking up at Siyori.

"You do?" he asked. He hadn't really known if either of them would believe him.

"Yeah, I do!" she said, her voice growing high-pitched by the second.

"Good," Siyori said. "Because I'm not so sure I believe myself..."

Other: I really appreciate the chance to apply for another character from here. Tiki is still doing excellent with me, and I have a lot of fun using her and getting fanart for her. <3 I wish everyone a nice day. ;D

Durpidee

[Fey]

Username: Fey
Picture:
Lineart Link: Clicky
Name: Unnamed
Gender: Undecided
Species: Equine
Preferences:
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Flacatoo

I hope it is okay if I donate another!

[Solanum]

Yes of course ^^ Donate as many as you like within reason. We can't hold 200+ donations xD

[Rosalind]

Kennel Number: #1
Revamped Picture:

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Kennel Number: #3
Revamped Picture:

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[Darkest.Nation]

Why must I be blind.....
Why can't Delaney come back?
Why is my world f a l l i n g apart?

Name:
Roslyn

Nick-Names:
Ra, Lynn, Blue Girl, The Blind One

Species:
Saddlebred

Kennel Number:
39

Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
What wouldn't I do for her? She is a very nice-looking horse. I am a sucker for blues, not to mention she has soft blues! And her eyes... oh, simply stunning! I love the impression her facial experessions and body pose gives. She's a wild pony! Well, almost. ^^ You can tell she's got something going on.
Well... Onwards!

Personality:

Roslyn is the horse that every child dreams of owning. She's cute, smart, patient, kind, and loves treats. Though a youngster, Roslyn had gained wisdom from being pastured with older horses, and is generally both horse and human friendly.

She really loves to ride trails, and doesn't mind a bunch of kids petting her and braiding her mane, sometimes barebacking her in the pasture. She thinks that it's great fun for all, and thoroughly enjoys it. She is generally a happy horse.

Though she is a fun-loving young horse, she is also a serious competition equine, ocassionally competing in hunter/jumper and driving classes. She loves to jump and drive, and it's always been her dream to retire as a driving pony that drives tourists around historic cities. For now, though, she will settle with being a resident at the manor.

Sometimes, her true personality shines though: she is blind, and this makes her shy, nervous, and aggressive. She doesn't know where anyone is, where the rider wants her to go, what the mountains look like in fall or winter, or what the new foals look like. She doesn't know what her stall looks like, either. She is constantly trapped, and bored. She has her imagination.

History:
Roslyn was born in a "backyard" setting in Vermont in a manor's stables. She was raised around lots of trees, hunting dogs, and children. As a filly, she ran on hundreds of acres of land, with streams, grass, and mountains to climb. The fences seemed to blend into the landscape, and it was as if she was living a dream. As a wild horse.

When she turned two, she was given to a eldered, dark-skinned man by the name of Delaney, who trained her in hunt seat at the manor. She loved him dearly, as he was her "father" and had taught her so much over the years.

By the time she began her riding carrer, however, Delaney passed away from heart failure, and Roslyn was broken. She would remain still for days on end, drowing in sorrow and tears. The manor did hire a new trainer, but the new trainer was young and unkind. Roslyn was finished with the manor, and escaped the fences, running among the fall trees and their beautiful colors... colors that she would not be able to see on her own...

Other:
Thank you to whoever donated her, she's a beauty! (:
WIP. ^^
Durpidee

[JerseyDusk]

Oh my, Rosalind, I might have to go for that fox, now...

[LunarFaith]

Revampp....
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[JerseyDusk]

"Can we pretend that Airplanes in the Night Sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now..."
~ B.O.B. feat. Haley Williams - Airplanes
.☄.Kennel Number.☄.
40
.☄.Name.☄.
Sundara Rāta ✧ Sun
(read phonetically from সুন্দর and রাত, meaning Beautiful and Night in Bengali)

.☄.Species.☄.
Wolf Anthro

.☄.Breed.☄.
Ethiopian Wolf

.☄.Age.☄.
16 human years


.☄.Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?.☄.
When I first saw her Sundara, set off sparks like a firework in my head. Her design amazed me, something I could only have dreamed of making up. The colors of her design blend together like the perfect milkshake, they color choices are perfect for eachother. I fell head over heels for the marking by her eye. To me it looks like a firework, but I can go back and see some stardust. Then if I look again I can see a flare sent in the sky, and then lastly I can see a spark. A spark, a flickering, of hope that life will turn around again; like every other time. And when I look at all of her, I know that the Flicker of Hope best fits my Sun. I hope that Sundara and I will have the time to bond and grow, in art, in stories, and in hope; for when my life hits those hard struggles.

.☄.Personality.☄.
Sundara Rāta isn't your normal type, well the normal type in her small city, Ksamatā. The animals there blend in with their desert surroundings, but Sundara doesn't with her midnight blue coat. She is one to sing with the songs, dance in the rain and watch fireflies. Which all are not normal in her city and country. Yes it's great to be different but not here. Differece is outlawed. No colors, No strange designs, No unearthly things. Every. Thing. Is. Normal. But Sun, isn't normal and you want to know what she doesn't care. She loves how she is and she uses it to prove that things can change. She sees herself as a flicker of hope, for everyone else.

.☄.History.☄.
WIP

.☄.Other.☄.

Durpidee
ShootingStarAirplanes

WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP WIP

Name:
- Ida .:. Ida Be with You

Species:
- Equine .:. Horse

Breed:
- American Quarter Horse .:. AQH

Age:
4 Horse years

Kennel Number:
- 37 .:. Thirty

Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
- Ida seemed to look at me in a way only some have, understanding. I saw through her design, right into her. Never before had a character made itself that clear to me, besides my fursona. I can already see Ida gallopping around with my characters, spinning around barrels in my mind and rolling through stories. Ida's design is stunningly simple in every way. It is very elegant with her dapple grey body, split color mane and tail, and four white socks. I like her western accessiores, and the pink saddle pad and pink socks; go very well with her grey body. I will cherish her with my heart; getting art, and making stories. i hope we can spend many days together.

Personality:
- Ida is a barrel racer. She is hard wired to speed towards a barrel, bend her body to narrowly miss it and repeat. She loves barreling and is a feirce competitor in it. She won't back down a dare, and always trys to prove she can do better than her best. Ida can be kind of stubborn and sticks up for what she believes in. Although she has a softer side, she is very understanding. She listens to others and thinks before she speaks. Overall she is kind and respectful but is serious about barrel racing and her beliefs.

History:
-Wip

Other:
- Wip

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MyHeroine