Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Lady Masquerade]

If only you could go for two characters in the same section. You better make more beautiful wolves next round, Spotty. I'll be having my story ready.

[BPeppers]

Oh my god, I just died. O.O

Is it not okay to go for another Spotty donation if you've just gotten one? ^^" I have to debate FOREVER about this >.>

Same here. Those are lovely Spotty ^^

I'd say that if you connect with the character, then go for it. c:
[In my opinion, at least. ~]


Those are absolutely gorgeous, Spotty. <3

Alright, then I suppose I'll try <3

[Make Me A Dream]

Hey I want to take out my form for p34.

[Lirrie]

Hmm migh go for the first dont know yet.

[! october]

Hey I want to take out my form for p34.

Thank you for letting me know; I'll remove it when I update the form list. c:

Also, in case people are wondering; this round will be ending on Saturday, July 16. ~

[Africa.]

O.O Spotty Dx You kill me. You kill me so, so much x3 And believe me, your not shaky at all Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous <3 I officially cannot decide between the two x3

[Daggett]

I am looking to adopt love always<3...

Kennel number: 105

Name: Name? The one farmers yell at me is closet to "Git!", but the other 'yotes have taken to calling me Cokinno, after their phrase for "red". It stuck the first day I came back with red-dirt-road-coat.

Breed: Coyote x Hangin' Tree Cowdog
[hangin' trees are considered the "Cadillac of Cowdogs". They have amazing endurance, wits, and agility. They are truly man's best friend.]

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Who doesn't want a Spotty design? In my opinion, this lovely lady has to be one of her best [I've always been pulled to black-white-blue <3]. But it's not the lovely design I love [oxymoron much?]. I felt the character through the design. It spoke to me in a way. I felt like I had cherished her so much already. Those eyessssss. So compelling.
I wouldn't stop drawing her and getting arts- I think I spent ten minutes just staring at the donation form before I slapped myself and applied. I try not to rave about designs, but it's just so perfect. In every way. I don't like to dote on designs, but it's so complex yet simple enough for me to recreate. And I would. xD
I'd keep her purely quad, no anthro or human for this girl. Just too stunning as-is. She's also be welcomed to my character thread [currently a wip, I've needed something to motivate me to get it finished] with my other dear characters and fursona.
There are some stories that just write themselves. I saw some outcast coyote stuck between her two morals- but that evolved into something so much more... complex. Coke became this n-teenth dimensional character that I connected with right then and there. And I wanted to develop that much more. I'll give everything to be able to develop that more and call her my own <3
At first, I didn't know how her life would go. But then I saw her somehow falling in love with her enemy [dun dun dun] the cow dog, the one guarding the sheep she's hunting. I would find the perfect dog to play that role; I'd make sure of it. And if she ends up turning into her father and having pups with a cowdog, I'd make a big deal out of it- I'd go to Spotty if I could ever catch her open xD I like all my characters to be one happy family.

I'd love to welcome her to the family. To see past those electric eyes into her heart. <3

Personality:
[[Coke insists on telling her personality and such. Although she claims to be completely self sufficient, I've noticed that she secretly clings to her father.... I think she needs him.
Don't tell her.]]
-headstrong. Out of my way; I'll do it.
-outcast. I can't seem to find my place... anywhere. And it's been that way since I was born.
-self sufficient. I don't need you. I don't even need myself.
-cunning. Smarter than your average coyote-cross-with-an-identity-crisis.
-caustic. I'm a loner for a reason.
-indecisive. I'm in constant limbo between my morals. Don't blame me.
-indifferent. Or at least I can act like it. No one gets to see my true emotions. I believe humans call it a poker face?
-young. I've been playing this game for too long- but my mind is still sharp and my body still nimble.
-sly. Cunning. More than you or any other herding dog you'd like to throw at me. I'll outsmart them every time.
-thief. I steal. Sheep, paint. It's not stealing when it's for survival.
-snappy. Everything about me is quick. No need to waste time talking like a brainiac or plodding along.

Likes:
-sheep. All that matters, born to protect and to consume them.
-sunny days. The kind of days I'd be able to relax on if I were not constantly forced to my feet to escape the others.
-dust. The best cover on the red dirt roads that populate these lands.
-rock. I used to linger around the houses that blasted rock laced with electric synth. It made me feel good.
-pain. It's odd how you learn to love what you know and fear what you don't.
-father. Without him, I'd be nobody in the pack, stuck in constant limbo with nowhere to go.... He's a legend.

Dislikes:
-night. Under the cover of darkness, coyotes have no friendships. Anything can happen.
-farmers. Why can't they understand I'm on their side? They can't see past the hungry electric eyes.
-the kids. They sit in their warm beds and cuddle up next to their fluffy, pampered cattle dogs. I want to love them.... It's hard.
-the others. I am an outcast among my siblings.
-the cowdogs. They jeer like the fat old men at the top.

History/Background: [nota bene: the prologue takes place many years before now.]

[P . R . O . L . O . G . U . E]

Light flickered from several impromptu lanterns strung from the rafters in the depths of the barn. Crisp straw snapped under the wide hooves of the assorted farm animals, tired and lethargic from straining under the dry, cracked leather of the plow as it crawled across the late harvest, from the Sun's harsh whips. The conflagration contained in the old Mason jars struggled to escape its glass prison, causing shadows to be thrown against the far wall and hang there suspended as breaths were pulled in and hearts stopped. Even the static-filled ACDC, caused by the combination of bad reception and the feeble speakers, that blared from the beat-up boombox lowered its head submissively and seemed to pause miraculously.

Three squirming balls of fur were welcomed by the old cowdog. In their small wooden stalls, the horses shied away from the shrill sirens of their screaming and tried to catch sleep before it flew away again. The sheep, naturally, realized that more cowdogs meant less freedom, and their hopes fell into the very depths of their hearts.

But the last pup did not scream or cry. The last pup did not curl into her mother's forelegs, nor did she feel the faintly beating hearts of her litter mates.

But the last pup, the one colored so differently, colored like the night she was born in, knew that the coyotes were watching from beyond the rickety wooden fence. But one stood out. One with dark gray fur and blue eyes.

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She wondered why, in a world of all things borrowed from the ever flammable trees and reliant on the cunning fire, nothing ever went up in flames? Why the world never melted away and left barren ground and ashes to fill its place? But, even from the fire, new things must come to fill the empty space.

And so they did. She had a new life, away from the old cowdog and the three brothers.

She didn't need them.

The pair of shocking eyes patrolled the fenceline and swept the fields. The grass danced with the harsh wind that ruffed up her fur, then left and came back for more. She used to think the wind tickled her and would play along, laughing and throwing the weight of the world away.

Not anymore.

She could make out three distinct figures laughing and playing along with the wind, nipping at the heels of the sheep as they shuffled across the earth, heads stuck into the green sea. The wind picked up a handful of fresh leaves, full of chlorophyll, and threw them down onto the farm. The younger sheep threw their heads up in delight to investigate these strange new things, while the elders continued snapping the grasses from their roots.

An abrupt cheer rose from the forest, shaking the leaves and stirring the birds on it's way out. She knew what that meant. Her paws moved themselves, padding over the patchy grass and recycled dirt. The clay was cool on her pawpads, even in these sweltering months when the humidity cranked up to unbearable and the heat never turned off.

The dark coyote stood in front of the sea of beating hearts that hummed with excitement. Dinner was a big thing now that the farmers had started hunting. Hunting the coyotes. His blue eyes twinkled as he stepped aside to reveal the fine main course on the menu, and the cheer exploded into an uproar as the lean bodies rushed forward. She watched from the rear, standing underneath the great boughs that rustled with the breeze and threatened to dump its harvest on her.

He was laced with markings that matched his eyes, as all of the pack were. His symbolized his head ranking in the pack, considering he'd come up with the idea. He had creeped past the dip in the land where the wood curved up and gave him space to sneak into the boundaries of the farm. After minutes of silence, he came running back, bottles of paint strapped to his sides, while he tried to move in a way that stopped the constant sloshing of the water- based paints. Waterproof, of course. He wasn't an idiot. He had been the first to wield the paintbrush in his teeth, gripping gently so as not to snap the wood. Rightfully, he was first to get the markings, twisting and bending over himself and making strange facial expressions in his attempt to cover his back with the deep blue paint.

Of course, that was all legend. Her father was all legend.

Was she?

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As she grew, she grew lanky and tall. Her soft fur transformed itself into the slick, short hair of a cowdog. Her muscles shivered and contracted rapidly in the winter while the other pack members curled off and drifted into REM sleep, their eyelids flickering with dreams of plump sheep. Some of the more radical coyotes plotted their world takeover in their sleep. They were idiots.

She didn't need them.


[N . O .W]

Do you know what it's like to live in constant disagreement with yourself?

No, of course you don't.

You are nothing like me.

Every bone in my body, every fiber of my being has been programmed for hundreds, perhaps thousands of years to herd and protect. Every cotton ball that has four legs and breathes is under my radar. My eye has been forever trained on them. But not for the noble reason.

The wild has commanded me to hunt and kill.

No, really. I've tried.

So many times I've wished to be a farm dog, to tire myself out herding the sheep and then flop into the spears of grass, and feel the blades tickle my underbelly. I'd pant and throw a smile to the coyotes hanging out beyond the rickety wooden fence, knowing they could never touch my herd while I watched over them.

But that would be wrong. Wrong when you need to fill the legend's shoes; the same ones he looted from the farmhouse with the wrap-around front porch and round windows. I've been told they're a sign of status.

Do you know what it's like to be on the other side of the fence?

The grass is never greener on the other side.

You are nothing like me.

You are the cattle dog that throws the smiles to the coyotes.

To me.

I love the windy days, when the red dust runs up to meet the air and then devours it. I am the night in the sunny day; I stick out like a sore thumb among the hazy red coyotes. That's why I roll around in the dirt like a pig. It's like hair dye.
Cattle dogs were bred to embrace the earth and hug it, to crawl along the ground. My electric eyes do the same, glueing themselves to the space in front of me as I crawl up to the decaying fence line, swarming with flies and termites. The others cannot squeeze themselves underneath the bottom pole only beacuse their minds can't see that dip in the land where the wood curves up and beckons me in.

The plump sheep are always the best. They are always the most guarded.

You are the cattle dog that guards the best sheep.

My sheep.


Art:Every thing I draw comes out looking.... wrong.
derp. Please accept this humble peace offering. I was going for something more abstract...
...I failed. >.<

Other:
Thanks for taking the time to even consider my form [and of course, Spotty, for letting her go].
I really want to expand her story quite a bit more if I'm chosen for her; I hope I've shown my devotion in all that^
Thanks again <3

[Faint]

I am looking to adopt,to cherish and love forever... <3


Kennel number:
105

Why do you want this animal?:
There are many reasons that explain why I want this animal and I can go on forever writing about this canine but to say it in a nutshell. I am in love with this animal.
Spotty's designs have always amazed me and this one in particular glows with a distinctive nature. I have always been a lover of glowing bright colours and with black and blue dogs etc; however this animal just speaks so much to me. Those heart-breaking eyes and that soft feminine glance is just more then my heart could bear <3
One glimpse at her and I am glowing with emotions for this beautiful young lady. It is really difficult not to write an adoption form for her; because one way or another you would still want her. I have been arguing with myself ever since if I should adopt her or not.
I believe that this character is hiding a lot under those hypnotising eyes and its not only about her design that will be so attractive but also her inner beauty; that is yet to be discovered.
And last but not least I have long been looking for someone to become Krytsal (my main character)'s soulmate and I think she would be a pretty nice match. <3

What Will you do for this animal?
I think the obvious thing to do with her would be to love her. She will be pampered, kissed, slobbered over and anything that is in my power to show how much I love her. I will do my very best to roleplay her and maybe one day (when that scanner works) I could actually create a mate for her. She will become my main charrie along with Krystal and there will be just certain times that I will stop to look and admire her. Occasionally I will write a diary from her point of view and in many of my stories she will become the material for my inspiration. There will be tons of art ordering and much of my attention will be focused on her. On my current thread she would be situated right beside Krystal and last but not least she will be dearly loved by every cell in my body. <3

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The Basics
[yes, just the boring basics]

Name: Calandra
Nicknames: Cala, Kosma

Origin of Name:
From the Greek translated as 'Lark'.
[please keep in mind, I am from the canine family not the bird family...]

Breed: Crescent Wolf x Bernard's Wolf
The Legend x The Victim

Age: Round about four ???? years (no exact date, but to estimate somewhere along the lines of a young adult)

Date of Birth? [I was born some where in the cold days of December]

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Personality:
[Get to know me]

_ She is a very silent and intelligent wolf and many would classify her as the quiet type. However under her silent character lies a much more traumatized and loving heart. She likes socializing with other animals but nearly everything she say comes out through body language _
[Much of my childhood was based on abuse and that is why I have lost my ability of speech]

_She is dangerously sly and her attractive glance can be very tricky. At times its hard to determine whether she is a trustworthy character or not but one thing for certain she does hold many secrets_
[I have my own world that I only share with Krystal, in that world you would see millions of secrets all stacked up on shelves. Each secret has its own purpose and story, even one secret is enough to break a wolf's heart. I do love secrets but I hate knowing what lies behind them. In order to keep a secret you must be silent and...tricky. No one trusts me, because of the fact that Crescent Wolf swims in my blood but who knows what about if I know suchsecrets that you have never known about yourself?]

_She is not a shy animal when it comes to socializing and doesn't easily get suspicious however she is territorial. She is not particularly generous nonetheless she is a thoughtful and caring creature_
[I might not be by your death bed if you are my worst enemy but I will never hold anger against you if you play the innocent role; because resentment is just like drinking poison while waiting for your enemy to die.]

_She will not hold evil against anyone and can easily forgive_
[If I am forced to forgive, though many still owe me a forgiveness. If there would be no forgiveness in this world, then we would all be dead.]

_She respects authority but knows well that she is her own boss. She is not highly proud of herself but neither is she a humble creature. She is a peace-maker and will do everything to seek harmony within the pack_
[War has always been a major part of my life and my only great wish has been to live my last days in peace. Throughout history war has taken away many innocent lives, even of those who know nothing about life. I am certainy not a No. 1 fan of peace or harmony however with the amount of suffer I have experienced, that is the only thing you can dream for. ]

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[Likes/Dislikes?]

Likes:
_Krystal_
[There is no one else who will understand what I am feeling. While my inner soul screams in agony, she is the only one who can blow amity into my mind. For years she has been like a dear sister to me. Though she is the total opposite of me, she knows what loss and suffering is.]

_Full moons and Crescents_
[When everything is dark, when nothing is a-light in the dark night. There lies the moon, gleaming and shining in the dark. The midnight scene is just like a scene from my life; where the darkness is the lost and dead and the moon is hope and joy.]

_Admiring Birds at flight_
[Seeing birds at flight reminds me of freedom and just looking at how birds fly; is like escaping from reality. Its just a picture of visual tranquility.]

_Newborn Puppies_
[Only puppies know about innocence, they are those humble creatures that don't know about life. They know nothing of hate and suffering. They don't judge for who you are instead they focus on making friends, playing and just having fun.]

Dislikes:
_Sleeping_
[When you sleep, you see your past. Nightmares are prowling everywhere and reality is then chased away. You are in another world which is impossible to escape.]

_Flirty Males_
[My mum was always suffering in silence, seeing her mate flirt with other females. Flirtiness only proved life was for you like a game and your mate was like a toy for you. Flirtiness is one of the worse things that a male could ever possess.]

_ Boasting/ Showing Off_
[Some are born lucky, some have everything they want; it was not my fault I had nothing. Those who boast, have no other way of gaining a status. Boasting about yourself sometimes means humiliating others.]

_Death and Suffering_
[This has been all about my life, pain, death and suffering. Seeing others suffer is painful and heart-breaking and even when your worst enemies suffer, it's hard not to show empathy.]


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History/Background:
[The real truth is yet to unfold...]

I felt that time had been frozen. That everything would remain still and silent forever. No sound, not a single breath or movement could be heard. The cold crispy midnight air chewed on our remaining flesh. The dark grey clouds clouded the once blue sky. And our prey escaped once again to the warm lands. And yet my mother's body carried on rotting away to the sound of time...

I exhaled painfully; my cold breath coming out in wisps of air and soon quickly disappearing from view. We were informed last night about our move, yet it was still difficult getting onto your legs again and just starting the whole day again. Our meetings were becoming more frequent and in-a-way were turning into a routine. The Alpha would call us every fortnight and describe the consequences that faced us if we didn't find prey. He certainly had a talent turning a simple situation into a whole horror film and many being rather gullible fell for his fantasized stories about death.

Today was particular tiring because I was again stressed with those haunting nightmares. Everything in that nightmare was now turning into a chaos; reality was clashing with fantasy. These nightmares began visiting me in person, they began stealing the area where we would shelter. They began robbing wolves of their real characters and giving them personalities that had evil in them. All those memories were so vivid that it was now turning into my own real world. Everything coming to life before your very eyes...
Suddenly, a familiar looking wolf ran past me, nipping me playfully as she raced against the wind.
'Come on Calandra! What's taking you so long?' she teased me as she stopped to give me a quick glance. I growled quietly to myself as I pulled my weight onto my four legs to move along with the pack. The pack were far ahead and only then I realized how much time I had lost on thinking.
'Wait up!' I panted, suddenly finding the energy to bolt forward on those legs of mine.

I don't know how much glucose is used in my body every day however it seemed that I had used a whole month storage of glucose all in just one go. I could see the silhouette of the Alpha behind the pack, he just stood there watching me. He had just the right material to jeer on me.
'Such a slow pussy! I mean who said you had Crescent Wolf as your ancestor? We hunt to survive and if you can't hunt, you won't survive.' He mocked me un-mercifully, while I gained my breath back. I couldn't help glaring up at him. He was much bigger in size and in personality and that was simply why he was Alpha. I drew my gaze away from him and tried not to lose my reputation all in one go. I raised my head to face him and just stare at him angrily. I could see why my mother had picked him for a mate. He was not only heavily built but was also very handsome. He had dark round eyes and eractae ears that seemed to be very precisely accurate. I tried not to snort in his way but my hatred for him was enough to strangle me. One cold look, was enough to quieten me down. I resented and detested him.

Though I showed him much hatred, that didn't stop him from doing vice-versa. Every now and then he would find any suitable moment just to spit in my direction. Just like the rest of his pack; they all brutually accused me of being a Crescent Wolf. It was not my fault that I was the product of respect and hatred. It was just one event that had turned everything tipsy-turvy. One event. And it all started like this...

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'And you shall be named Husband and Wife.'
After those words followed happiness, smiles and cheers. Finally a happy event after all that spilt blood and death and violence. A exchange of smiles happened between the two wolves and nothing but the sincere joy that ran from the heart of the Female Alpha. Sheer Bliss, delight... What more could have been said about that event? It was relieving to see everyone rejoicing and dancing away to the midnight breeze. It was heart-breaking to finally see dispute disappear into the warm, friendly atmosphere. Love and warmth. Enchantment and Pleasure. Lightheartedness and ecstasy...

That night a unusual there was an unusual friendly tranquility among the wolves. Everyone slept silently away to the midsummer dream and nothing could be heard from any living organism. The full moon was like that of a lantern lighting the hallow darkness that lay on the floor. The silent wind wraped tightly around the dark grey clouds and cleaned the sky; leaving the moon isolated in the dim black sky.

The Alpha Female watched the stars sing and dance while her Mate snored quietly. She smiled one more time, thinking of what other pleasing events would take place after her marriage. Her small beautiful black head sitting upright and her luminous yellow eyes scanning the night sky. Peace, harmony. Yes, everything she could once wish for. Noding to herself, she lay her head down onto the cold damp floor. Eyes closing, a few last breathes and now plunging into the world of dreams.
But all good things come to an end and it did so for the young female wolf...

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You may ask what happened that night. And so I shall tell you. That night left everyone in depression. Nothing was the same again after that.

Corpses, blood and missing wolves. Most of the pups gone and some just laying there dead and unmoving. A few female wolves were missing and the Female Alpha. Gone.
Anguish was spreading fast and many knew who's work this was. The Aplha lay in despair, he knew well that his mate was stolen by a species he knew well. It was then concluded that she was dead and lost.
However only then after a few days, she was found. Alive and well. Without any physical scars but certainly with a mental scar.
It was only by luck that the pack came across her body. She just lay there on her side. Her coat glittering with sweat and her orbs looking strangely relaxed.
The Alpha running towards her, licking her face and ears. Tears of joy and howls of relievement. Nonetheless she lay there still and unmoving. No words, nothing. Except for her suspicious, quick-moving eyes. It was only after a few seconds that the Alpha realized why she was so silent. She dared not to breath when he carefully sniffed her. She was pregnant. But with me.

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That's when she became nothing. She was unwanted and hated and only she knew what had happened. Many disliked being around her for one simple reason. She had me. But not from her official mate but by a Crescent Wolf. A species which everyone feared. A Species which would come to hunt down a pack every full moon. This pack could be randomly picked but yet the most horrible consequences would proceed. Pups were robbed of their mothers, while females would be forced into becoming part of the pack. And those who saw them would either be killed or robbed of their dignity. It was one way or another.
My mother hated seeing me and so I was forced to isolate myself. I was one of the main reasons she had lost everything she once had. I was like a living plague that only brought anger to other's faces. I inherited her physical transparency. I became nothing...

WIP


Art: (I don't really have a scanner, oekaki or PhotoShop at the moment so I have decided to write a poem as a sign for my dedication. I apologize if this can't be counted. ^^')


The Autumn Breeze
[A extract to my life, a story told from my point of view]

Alongside the dancing wind comes the whispering breeze
It moves and cavorts in the autumn coloured trees
It sings its tune each day with the birds
Silently hoping that its tune, will once be put into proper written words

It brings happy dreams to those who are asleep
Casting away the shadows that can make one weep
To those who listen to its song it brings happiness and joy
And with the use of its tune, all evil it will destroy

But all might might be a legend or a tale
And to face some types of evil, it may fail
But do remember that this breeze once helped me,
It released my heart from evil, this tune was just the key

Other: Thanks all for stressing your eyes out to read this and just another thanks for considering me xD I hope this girl gets a good loving home <3

[! october]

Derp. Does this end tonight or the 16th? I read the rules, but I'm still a bit confused. Haven't had coffee yet. D:

Ah, thank you for saying someting; I hadn't realized that I still had the wrong date on the front. ^^;
This round shall end on the 16th. c:

[oTterBox. :o)]

I am looking to adopt...



Kennel number:

P68 ; P Sixty Eight

Name:

Charlie

Nicknames:
Char, Charles.

Breed:

Feline; Cat; Balinese

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

Charlie just has.. an interesting design, so natural, but the leg marking is so unique, and gives him some personality. I don't have many feline characters, I think only one or two, so, Charlie would be a good addition to my group of characters. He will have a ref sheet made, and he will be very loved. He will also be RPed if I can find a RP where he would fit in. He's just overall awesome, and I would promise to take good care of him and Give him lots of love. <3

Personality:

Shy; At first, Charlie is a bit shy and socially awkward, it's hard for him to start conversations, and it makes it much easier on him if somebody else starts the conversation. This is also why he doesn't have many friends.

Optimistic;

Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
Art:
Other:

MAJORR WIP. <3