Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[MirrorMask]

I am looking to adopt...

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Kennel number:
P105
Name:
Nickolia
Breed:
Gray wolf/German Shepherd
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
All i can say is that i do my best for him I cannot make a promise a may not live to, since my live is all hell I may or may not take another break and it may be longer.My current charries are either abused or I don't even know if i own them. I hope I can make this up by bringing a new one to start a day. This will probably make the choice if i winning him or not even easier because it may seem like he will be sitting there. He probably would, i get easily bored in school and i do draw my drawing aren't bad and he will probably come up with many others. Those pics will probably not be showed since they will be little none colored sketches but I still trying to keep him alive no matter if someone or no one sees him. Probably the chances of him being seem are high seeing how my crappy friends love my art yet don't love me, they probably be all over him and will probably want to see more of him and that what will probably provide. i go will the flow until i can break off and be able to be free without being alone. Your probably wondering why is she saying so much about herself and why not about what she can do for this dog.Well what happens to me also effects him, i i get injured he probably will be sitting, if i get depression he will change, if i happy he will appear. It depends on me if i win him what happens to him and there is always change so no matter what i promise i try my best to keep him like a real pet, like buster,sugar,leo, he will be loved and remember as long as i can remember and hopefully even longer. He is one of a kind and can only be with one and no matter which one he will rest in the hearts of all.
Personality:

"What am I if i cannot tell what i truly am?"
"Your sick child, will an illness that only you can cure and it lives with in your head your mind, in the land you truly call home, this place.

He is what you could call multiple personality disorder like some of my charries that really cannot control them selves they are so lost within them selfs that they are gone, some can come back but i not one for stories {I do plan on making a huge story with all my charries within it but thats when i fully recover after my long break from chickensmoothie} ,He also is a bit of pyhsco he see and hears and odes thing not like any other animal

Likes:
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History/Background:

"child you think this wolrd is pure? This world is sweet and young and overall careless if it wasn't we wouldn't, you wouldn't be it this well sticky sitution."

Art:
Other:
WIP

[wibeke]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:

Kennel number:
105
Name:
Cadef [file #135gy78]
Breed:
Gray wolf [iWolf AI Program]
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

I tend to only come to PoH every once in a while to scroll through donations and read a couple forms as I've been trying to cut back on the amount of characters I adopt, but...
This little guy just stole my heart. The colors work so well together, I love the little hints of blue and white on his dark coat. It gives me so many ideas for his story, as clearly he's no ordinary dog. His design makes me think of computers for some reason, mostly due to the bright squares on his fur and the sleek design. I've always found things like artificial intelligence fascinating and have always wanted to write a story with it, but never found the perfect character to do so.
I could sit here and gush about how much I love the design and how much I want him for hours, I'd imagine, but I'll stop here. In short, he's a beautiful design that I hope to someday own.

As for how he'll be used, his story certainly doesn't just end here. Should I get him, Cadef will have many adventures to come. This story is no more than an introduction, and I'm sure his story will continue to unravel in my head. He would also be drawn often, and have art ordered of him every once in a while. My characters often end up doodled on my school papers and when I'm testing out different styles, and he would be no exception.

Personality:

[#135gy78 is something of a scientific breakthrough, a revolutionary discovery. Artificial intelligence at it's finest, even. A wolf with the mind of a computer, fully alive and capable functioning safely on it's own, driven by a computer chip.
He is cruel and calculating, a deadly weapon. In every way resembling the computers he's modeled off, the test subject's intelligence is unmatched by any creature alive. Learning, changing and constantly adapting, it has succeeded where so many others have failed.]

Confused, weak, and terrified, Cadef is the mind beneath the computer, cast helplessly aside in favor of something "better."
A mind that is decaying rapidly, unable to speak, unable to move it's own body. Trapped within a body he once called his own, now a prison, housing a much more violent house guest. Forced to watch his own life play out, but never able to take the wheel.
A mind ready to snap, already so broken and lost.
But it's the only thing he has left.

[Though consisting mainly of organic matter, namely the body of a young wolf once named Cadef, #135gy78 is almost fully a machine. Only the most basic of instincts remain, the only functions left of his true brain being necessary actions such as breathing, and nerves that control eyesight and hearing. He has no memory and lacks the ability to respond to or give affection.
#135gy78's mind will only respond to signals given to him by the computer, commands that may be programmed into him, such as specifications for a mission, or information gathered by the computer itself. It will only "think" in the sense of learning about it's environment and brief assessments of it's surroundings.]

Cadef was a mistake, a mind that is no longer supposed to exist. Unable to talk, unable to cry out for help, he is all but undetectable. Trapped.
He has no control over his own body, but suffers all of it's effects. He feels the fatigue of his overworked body, the gnawing hunger that comes when priority of the mission comes before food, and most of all, the pain. Where the machine gets a signal of sorts, alerting it of what needs to be done, it's only Cadef that feels it. "Minor" injuries can be ignored if not life threatening, a machine that doesn't feel pain won't limp to decrease the stress on an injured leg, or stop to rest it's aching paws. Hunger is satisfied only when it's low enough to affect the machine's performance, often long after his body feels the effects.
Beaten and abused, Cadef has suffered all his life, yet no one even knows he's there.
Try as he might, he knows his grasp on reality is slipping.

[As is the main goal of the iWolf Program, #135gy78 is observant and extremely obedient, making it perfect for specialized work among humans, or in lines of work thought to dangerous for true soldiers.
Complex programs and machines, all part of the iWolf's "artificial brain," allow use [and enhancement] of the host's eyesight. The program is very visually oriented, able to seek out and identify a target even in complete darkness. In this sense it may function as a real animal with enhanced senses, but it is in no way a sentient being.
It does not understand fear, pain, or affection.
It only knows the job at hand.]

The mind can only survive for so long in isolation. A mind as complex as Cadef's, having been specially bred for his intelligence as well as strength, was never meant to be locked up and forced to watch his life through another's eyes.
But Cadef is remarkably optimistic, finding joy in the darkest of places and pushing less enjoyable thoughts to the back of his mind. Though hardly accepting towards the idea of being trapped, he has no choice but to make the most of it.

[Ruthless.]
Forgotten.

Likes:
[Being little more than a computer program, #135gy78 does not respond to pleasure or any sort of positive reinforcement. Using a remote control the computer can be signaled that the action taken was correct and the information will be stored for reference. The iWolf program is driven only to fulfill the requirements of it's mission and its body's needs.]

Cadef's likes are simple, mainly revolving around the moments where the computer is without a mission and is allowed to rest.
Beyond that, Cadef takes pleasure in many of the things others would take for granted. The scent of a flower or the soft colors of a sunset, all little things most encounter almost every day and pay little attention to, are cherished by the wolf. To him, the world is a beautiful place, with bits of hope growing in even the smallest of places. A couple birds chirping in an otherwise silent neighborhood, or a fragile plant sprouting from the cracks in the sidewalk are all he needs to find beauty in even the most desolate of places. Places the "iWolf" is often sent to patrol.
His world is a place of sharp blues jumping out from grey and tired walls, and the soft chimes of birdsong not too far off. Beyond the prison of his body and the laboratory lies a brilliant world yet to be fully discovered and understood.
He longs to truly experience it one day, away from the confines of his robotic adversary. But for now, he'll just have to make the most of it.

Dislikes:

[#135gy78 is not discouraged by failure. It has no dislikes.]

Cadef hates everything that has to do with his imprisonment. Resenting the scientists especially, seeing them as the cause of all the cruelty in his life and resenting them for it. He has a general dislike of the human race, choosing to categorize the few friendly ones as a different species entirely. He hates being indoors as well. Having had so many bad memories confined in small cages, he'd much rather be outside, even if he's not him that makes the decision.
He tries to keep his list of dislikes short, hoping to keep a somewhat bright outlook on life. Though at times he falters, he isn't ready to give up just yet.

History/Background:
(words in [ ]'s are excerpts from the report given by the scientists responsible for the iWolf's creation, as both a history and evaluation of the subject;
all others are from Cadef's point of view)

[#137jh93 gave birth today to two healthy puppies. The third was born safely but a mistake in her programming caused it to appear as a threat. The bug has since been patched; the two remaining pups are in no immediate danger.
It seems we have not been able to fully block out the wolf's natural instincts as previously thought. Mothering instincts previously thought to have been wiped in preparation for the insertion of the artificial brain have surfaced, calling into question the efficiency of the device used. No action will currently be taken, as these instincts will aid in the raising of the pups.
Despite orders not to name the pups, the caretakers insist upon on referring to the pups as "Cadef" and "Ash."
They are still too young for any experimentation.]

I still remember my mother.
She was a fine young wolf, a perfect specimen, I'd imagine, though admittedly I had little to compare her to. She moved quickly, with a strange sort of grace that even presented itself within the confines of our small cage. Her fur was dark, a strange, uniform looking coat that hardly matched my own then grey-speckled pelt. On this strange fur were stenciled complicated, swirling black marks in that same uniform darkness that baffled both my brothers and I.
But stranger than even that were the markings.
Bright green in color, matching the piercing hue of her eyes, they wrapped around her legs and dotted her paws. It could only have been the work of man, a word we had instinctively learned to fear.
Her disposition was a cruel one. She often sat motionless, only her bright eyes darting about with unnatural quickness, following our every move. Sometimes she would stand again to dart around the cage, scanning and listening for the slightest of changes. We quickly learned to fear her, for she did little to care for us and would sometimes snap at us when we approached.
But as the early months of our lives wore on, another side emerged. After fits of snarling and shaking her head, she suddenly took on a more timid and gentle personality. She'd lick us clean and hold us close, all the while staring at us fearfully as if at any moment we'd disappear. We much preferred this side, the side we came to know as our mother.
But her old self would often return, most notably during one such time while she was nursing us. With a sudden, robotic movement she grabbed one of my brothers within her jaws and calmly snapped his neck.
Our "mother" never returned.

[The pups have matured and are ready to begin preparation for testing.
The pup known as "Cadef" has been assigned to be the prototype for our latest version of our iWolf software, #135gy78. This software will correct the previous bug of allowing unneeded instincts to surface, and allows only the iWolf's artificial brain to control the host's movements. Only necessary functions unable to be controlled by software, such as breathing and heart function, will still be left to the host.
After the proper enhancements are made to the host's body, the device will be inserted. The host is to have artificial eye balls inserted, [used to make images clearer, improve night vision, and allow for better definition of shapes, as well as other minor modifications] procedures that will harden bones and toughen the skin, [to allow the iWolf to work in even the most dangerous of situations] and his muscles replaced and strengthened.
The host's fur will be shaved and replaced by an artificial pelt that is fire, water, and flea resistant, as well as more durable and easy to clean. The fur has subtle patterns with bright blue accents in order to identify the specimen as well as give it the most stream lined appearance possible. In a dark alley the host will be capable of blending in sufficiently, but in light it is recognizable as an iWolf. Should they ever escape, it is crucial that the public recognizes it as an experiment rather than as vermin of any sort.]

We were scared. Scared of our mother, scared of our home, scared of everything.
Our early lives were a flurry of white coats and metal cages, with only the terrors of our mother's fitful rages truly staying with us. Few showed us any kindness, at most there was perhaps a pang of sympathy among the humans, but they hardly seemed to care about us. Everyday though, the kinder creatures in the white coats [I refuse to call them human; such a kind species could hardly be born of such beasts] would come to feed us. They called me Cadef, and everyone in a while they'd sneak their fingers into the bars of the cage to stroke my head.
And once, though just for a moment, I think even I saw my mother. The sight of those friendly creatures seemed to calm her, the soft green glow returning to her eyes when they came close.
This is how we grew up. Living in fear and all too often huddled up in the corner of the cage, but not entirely miserable. We came to love the ones who fed us, and nothing in that vile place could've crushed our resolve. We weren't happy, but we did everything we could to make the most of it. We were simply hoping that it would end, and that one day there'd be a light at the end of the tunnel.
Until the day they separated us. The day when everything changed.
I can only remember feeling tired, unaware that that night would be my last as a free creature.

[The operation was a success. #135gy78, previously known as "Cadef" is in stable condition, the software has not yet been activated.
His brother, #234e6f, did not survive the procedure.]

I awoke with a terrible, throbbing pain in my head every muscle in my body ached. I could hardly see, each tiny, flickering movement of my eyes sending more stabbing pain coursing through my body.
But it didn't matter. None of it mattered. My brother was gone. I didn't even try to save him, I couldn't even save myself. They took him away and I couldn't find him. I had failed him. My cage was empty, silent except for the machines that surrounded me.
I howled for him, hoping he'd hear me, but my only answer was the quickening of the heart monitor.
Once again, I was completely alone.

[#135gy78 has fully recovered from the procedure.
The iWolf program has been activated.]

That was the day that everything changed.
They dragged me out from inside my cage, ignoring my protests. I was too weak to break free, unable to bite at their hands held strategically at the back of my neck. They ignored me, leaving me on a cold metal table and jabbing another needle into my skin. I was immediately tired, but fear kept me awake as I fought off sleep. I wouldn't let them get a hold of me again, I couldn't let it happen.
Then came those two words, words that would haunt me forever. They came from somewhere within my head, though it wasn't my own thought.
SYSTEM ACTIVATED.
I was paralyzed, no longer in control of my body. I tried to cry out for help but to no avail, they hardly seemed to even know I was there. "I can assure you, no harm was done to the host and all but the most essential functions have been handed over to the iWolf program," I heard someone say. They never knew just how wrong they were, how much suffering they caused.
And so I became their slave.


Art:

[#135gy78 guarding a protected area. It is programmed to attack any creatures that do not register as "safe," and is designed for specialized work such as this.]
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Thanks for reading. x3

[Keriae]

I am looking to donate...
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Name:
Calli
Gender:
Female
Species:
Feline
Preferences:
- PM me your form for permission
- Name, gender and species are changeable
- Flower marking is removable, but no other design changed without my approval
- Accessories may be added, but don't go overboard
- USE him/her
- Return to me if no longer wanted
- NOT your fursona or in any way related to your fursona
- Octo, is there any way that I could judge the forms for her [if there are any]?
By submitting this form, I, _Untamed_Spirit_ , agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
Ben'srevenge

She's gorgeous! I honestly might go for her.

[.kestral]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
103
Name:
I have many names, in many languages. I am Wanderer, Vagabond, Endacak, I can never be tamed.
Breed:
A Eukarion Hound (In Earth terms it seems to be a genetic mix between a Collie and a Dingo)
Gender:
Male
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Many people don't believe in love at first site. I didn't until I saw him. He is abosalutly stunning and his markings fit well for a story idea I have had for a while that contains another one of my characters and I would love to finally be able to get it down in writing.
Personality:
Likes:
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History/Background:
Art:
Other:

WIP

[Smamm]

I am looking to adopt this gorges little doggy... <3



Kennel number:
P101

Name:
Scamps

Nicknames:
Scamp

Breed:
Duck Tolling Retriever-Dingo-Collie Mutt

Gender:
Male

Age:
Twenty one in dog years
Approximately three in human years

Height:
Twenty inches

Weight:
Fifty three pounds

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Firstly, the design is drop dead gorgeous! I just absolutely fell in love with it the first second I laid eye on it. I've always wanted a similar design, and here one is with a wonderful color scheme! I'm also a total sucker for natural designs, but always have trouble making them work out when I make them myself. So, I just couldn't pass up my chance. He has so much personality put into the design, and the lineart fits the personality of the design perfectly. The colors really compliment the charrie, and I love the eye markings -- so simple but a pure love for me! I love the leg markings, too. I was considering naming him Socks because of the whit eon his paws, and the black sock markings he has. I decided to go with Scamps, though -- it's just calling to me. |3 The tan colored nail on his paw also caught my attention. I think it's ADORABLE. Not really sure why it caught my attention or why I like it so much... but... I do. 8D
Secondly, I have a real disorder when it comes to making nice natural designs, as I mentioned. Most of my characters I've designed have unatural colors, and it makes me so mad! I would like to get some natural chars.
As a last little conclusion to my plea for this charrie, I see my sort of style and personality reflected from him. He seems a lot like me, and I think I'd be able to really relate to him in a distant sense; and in result be able to roleplay her well. I'm not saying I see him as representing me in a fursona sense, as I think fursona's need to be made by oneself reflecting their personality and self. Anyway, yes. I'd really like to roleplay with this boy, as again I think I could relate well with him and I don't currently have a char with the unique personality I have thought up for him. <3

Personality:
Scamps is a very genuine fellow that makes friends easily, and almost with every creature he meets – so long as it has a mind of its own and he can in some way communicate with it. He’s not very judgmental, and if even at all only the slightest bit. He prefers the inside over the outside, and even if one may seem a little strange, he can usually look over the oddity and see what a wonderful soul really lies inside. He’s bluntly honest, but not if what he thinks is negative – he tends to keep the bad thoughts to himself. You can ask him anything, he doesn’t care – and he’ll tell the truth. He can’t lie, it’s just not in his nature.
He’s a very vibrant soul, and has trouble shielding his emotions -- there’s no containing this little critter. He expresses himself exactly how he’s feeling, and to large extents. He can be anything from the most pessimistic thing you’ve ever known when he’s anxious, to the most bubbly and jumpy kid when excited – or even rarely laid back and calm when bored or just in the mood.
The boy is very dependable, reliable, and loyal to say the least. You can count on Scamps for anything, anything at all. An errand, a favor, or even trust him with your life – he would not fail you. Once you’ve really made a mark on the pup, he would never let you down; never sway from your reasoning. He wouldn’t leave your side for his life, he would stand by your side like the loyal guard dog he is inside. Scamps is a very kind and caring being, and would never do anything to directly hurt someone. It would be the end of him to know he hurt someone, and he would surely never forgive himself – even if the one hurt did forgive him.
It’s been a reoccurring theme for the male to put others before himself. He doesn’t really mind what happens to him, he can deal with it all on his own. He’s more concerned about others, and in retrospect can be protective to a sensible amount. He’s in no way selfish, and in most cases couldn’t care less about what happens to him or what he gets compared to the other in the equation.
Scamps is always up for discovering new things, and has a habit of diving in head first before thinking of the repercussions. He’s adventurous and daring, finding excitement in the adrenaline and new experience. He doesn’t hesitate to learn of something new, even if it leads him into a form of pain – which his nose often leads him into.
This mutt craves attention, and will go to nearly any extent to get it. Want him to do something idiotically crazy, stupid even? He’ll be a daredevil for you, fearless – so long as you stay to watch. In the mood for a laugh? Scamps finds immense joy in hearing another laugh, and will do anything to get a giggle. The only thing he loves more than making others laugh, would be laughing himself, which shows in his lighthearted, go with the flow sort of disposition.
It’s not hard to earn this mutt’s trust – he’s very accepting and in cases quite naive to how others may operate. He knows there are those ruthless, heartless beings out there that use others to their benefit. Scamps knows that others stomp right over another to get what they want, and wouldn’t hesitate to break another down – but he has a hard time identifying it. He has a knack for looking past faults and just at the good inside, and tends to miss the clues pointing to a person as described. In this sense, he has an issue with letting those that have hurt him in the past back in, just to hurt him again. He’s too forgiving, which is one of his faults, along with trusting too easily. He doesn’t think there are so many evils out there as there really are, and so it doesn’t take more than a hello for the boy to think you’re a good choice in friends.
Scamps can be quite the charming prince every girl imagines they will find, but does it all absentmindedly. He doesn’t realize he’s flirting, he just flirts. He’s constantly teased by his friends for it, since he does it all the time without knowing. He doesn’t mind, though – he finds it funny, and it’s not like it’s affecting him that he does it. Beside the point, the male always knows what to say. With a large vocabulary and glowing personality, he can move his words around any way they need to go. When it comes to crushes, or the occasional love, he can be a bit of a show off – though he does it with the best intentions.
No matter how small Scamps may be compared to an opponent, he is brave to an extent that some would see foolish. He’s determined and has the mindset to never give up, no matter what may be thrown at him. He may lose at a terrible, embarrassing margin – but he wouldn’t care. So long as he didn’t call it quits, it doesn’t matter what happens to him. He could nearly lose his life, be on the edge of death, and still never give in. You could taunt him his whole life, spit venomous words, lie to his face – but he wouldn’t give in. He wouldn’t let you get the better of him.

Likes:
Friends
Laughing
Jokes
Making others laugh
Food
Down to earth personalities
Thunder
Lightning
Running
Stars
Clouds
Sleeping
Exploring
Challenges
Winning
Having fun
Relaxing
Girls
Flirting

Dislikes:
Death
Arguing
Illness
Criticism
Losing
Dishonesty
Failing
His past people
Not being listened to
Being looked down on
Being judged
Being alone
Drama
Being told what to do
Boredom
Being bad at something

Strengths:
Reliable
Loyal
Dependable
Friendly
Funny
Positive
Adventurous
Honest
Determined
Patient
Open Minded
Protective
Charming
Strong
Skilled
Intelligent
Observant
Kind
Forgiving
Easy Going
Compassionate
Understanding
Devoted
Strong Willed
Listening
Chival

Weaknesses:
Trust
Reckless
A bit of an ego
Keeping quiet
Easily distracted
Gullible
Romance

Quirks:
--Scamps is always looking up at the sky. He constantly checks up there for not even he knows what. Maybe he'll be the first to notice something important headed our way...
--The mutt is a bit untrained in sarcasm. He understands the general and obvious, but at times if you're trying to throw him off, he will believe you easily. You could call him gullible. So in this sense he is always double checking and asking after something is said, "really?"
--When alone, Scamps usually hums to himself, and occasionally can be found mumbling to himself under his breath.

Fears:
Death
Rejection
Fire
Guns

History/Background/Story:
It was a bleary, dull morning -- just like any other in the little town a few minutes from the large city of Chicago. The yips from puppies, chirps from birds, and even the muffled squeaks of rodents echoed off the drywall that boxed in the handful of pets looking for homes. The little shack was called “Fur, Feathers, and Fins” and was rarely visited by the passing stranger. For the most part, we all sat there -- day by day – waiting for our chance at a new place to call home. Mostly it never came, and we would grow too large and old to be considered buyable material, so we were shipped off to other horrible place that would be more welcoming to testing material. Yes, exactly – cruel, but the shop couldn’t afford to keep us very long. On the bright side, we didn’t really know exactly what happened when you left your tight glass display box, so we didn’t have the worry of doom that would come if we weren’t purchased. Instead we complained of our current conditions – so arrogant we were… Ending up in our own waste until cleaning time seemed awful, as well as watching the day go by along with people that passed by without so much as a glance our way – not many of us had another to play with, one of them being me, and so we were often bored into sleep for the day. It was a tedious life, but I may have gone back to it if I had the choice…

The summer I turned two months old, I was stuffed into one of my very own display cages – the large one at the very front of the shop. I was clueless to the world, and didn’t understand where I was or really what was going on. I just sat there with my head up, tongue out, and ears perked to any sound I could hear. My eyes would shift from one thing to another; anything that moved caught my attention. Occasionally I would bump into the glass that kept me caged in, in my haste to greet a passing walker. Apparently it was a thing people found interest in, as they always stopped to take a look. They would make these odd sorts of faces while they made weird sounds I was foreign to, and would stick their finger to the glass to taunt me. I would lick the clear barrier between us and yip and growl. I craved attention, and I started getting more and more of it thanks to the interest they all took in me – especially the pups with their mothers. None of them ever stopped in, though. None wanted me permanently, and so I waited patiently for my new home to come to me since I couldn’t go to it.

One day two weeks after I had been put in my new containment, a man in a black suit passed by. He was carrying some box with a handle in one hand, and talking into some rectangle pressed to his ear. As I did with everyone else, I rushed up to greet him as he passed. He only glanced my way while he kept going. A failed attempt to learn from – there would be plenty more time. Two days later, I saw the man again, but this time with a pup. He was a boy, and when I raced up to greet them as they passed by, I caught the pup’s attention. He begged his father for me, but it wasn’t hard for him to convince his father. All he said was, “I want that dog,” and the deed was done. I was taken to their home, my home, that day. I got my own comfy little bed, lots of toys, and the best tasting food I had ever had! It didn’t last. After a while the boy grew bored of me. He no longer wanted to play with me; he was always annoyed with me when I came to see him. He would just be sitting there staring at some box that did nothing, so I would yip and whine to try and get his attention. He normally yowled in return and sometimes hit me, so I would scurry away and into my bed.

Eventually my family agreed they no longer wanted me. I was stuffed into a cardboard box with a slit in the front I could see out of. The father loaded me into the trunk of his car, and we set out on a journey. I thought it was a journey, at first, anyway. We drove for a long time, so long that it turned from dusk to dark, and water began to fall from the sky and platter against the clear containments on the outside of my box. I fell asleep, but was awoken when I felt my box being lifted from the ground. I jolted awake, to see the man was moving me to the ground. He left me in my box as he shut the trunk and hopped into his car before starting the engine and driving off. “No! No! You’re forgetting me! Come back!” I whined and yipped, pleading for the father to remember he had forgotten me. He hadn’t forgotten me, he had left me. I lay in my box shivering, soaked to the bone as the rain drenched the cardboard and came through and into my fur.

I was starving the next morning. My tummy growled with hunger, demanding it be fed. With a whimper I dug at the cardboard. It tore easily, and soon I could rip through and escape. I shook my body. Water droplets soared through the air and landed on the hard cement I stood on, catching early morning sunlight that set them off into rainbows. I was a ragged, set mess. My fur stuck together and had poofed out, but it did not matter to me – all that mattered was feeding my belly. There was no food around here, though – no bowls filled with food or treats handed out. What was I to do, surely I could find something. I had never been so hungry, which in some ways was a good thing. My smelling was picking up all sorts of new stuff I had never smelled before – it must have been because of my hunger. I caught wiff of something that smelled delicious, a lot like something that would’ve been on my family’s table. I sniffed and sniffed until I discovered a gleaming silver can down the alley I was in. The smell was definitely coming from this thing, but how was I supposed to get it?

My question was answered as I heard a voice. “Hey, pup! What do you think you’re doing?” So, not directly, but my question was soon to be answered. I yelped in surprise, and whipped around to see a monstrous dog looking down at me with an unamused but curious glint to his piercing emerald eyes. Any other pup would surely have been scared, but not me – surely this was a reasonable dog just like all the rest. ”Well, I’m trying to figure out how to get into this… thing… I’m hungry…” I answered bluntly with a whimper, my ears drooping. This dog didn’t seem to change attitude toward me, but instead just looked me over. ”Aren’t we all… he murmured under his breath, shaking his head dismissively. The dog padded past me and to the other side of the can, and hopped up so his front paws rested on the can. I peered around the can to see him standing on his hand legs, but then scurried out of the way as he knocked the can over. Scraps of things tumbled out of the can and onto the pavement while the dog returned to all four paws and padded around the side. I was already busy sniffing around, too busy to notice him take a seat to the right of the can and watch me as I explored.

My nose worked overtime as new scents alien to me flooded my senses. Some were familiar to me, like the moist black dirt wrapped in paper that people stuck in these machines to produce a black liquid they would pour into glass cups with a handle on the side. It tasted bitter, and so I moved on to another familiar smell. There were these white scraps mixed with yellow scraps that were cracked from a white shell and cooked over the counter, farther than I could see. They didn’t have much taste, but there were some spices or something along those lines that tasted different and made me thirsty. No matter, I kept searching for that smell that drove me on. My paws drug me deeper and deeper into the pile of tasty treats, until only my tail showed on the outside. The smell was overwhelming, it had to be close! I dug with my paws down into the pile, and there it was. It was crusty on the outside, but soft, something like a bread but thinner and a bit different. Inside that outside, though, was the delicious part. It tasted like those things my people had called strawberries, but much more sugary and mouthwatering. I gobbled it up in seconds, and had had my fill of food for the time being. Licking my lips I back up out of the can to see the dog still situated beside the can. His expression was much more welcoming and friendly after I thanked him. He dipped his head in response, and stood to his paws. ”Stick with me, kid – I’ll teach you everything you need to know about being on the streets of Chicago…” And with that, I had made my first and foremost best friend, Oliver.

Other:
History/Background is also a sort of short story. |3 On a side note, best of luck to anyone entering for Scamps! I hope he finds an amazing home! <3

[Irios Atelis]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
F37
Name:
Xaviburr
Nickname:
X
Breed:
Raptor
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I was scrolling down the list and my eyes were instantly drawn to him. I looked at him for a while and tried to resist but obviously I couldn't. He just stands out from every other! He would be amazing to draw him and that's exactly what I would do and lots!
Personality:
Curious:
He will stick his muzzle into anything and that can usually get him into trouble. Luckily he can run fast but if his curiosity isn't satisfied he will probably defiantly be back. He likes to know everything about the world he was born in and intends to find out.
Outgoing:
He loves to make friends and find out about the strange humans. Unfortunately his jump right in attitude usually isn't appreciated by the receiving human. Being a raptor in a modern world guarantees that. But despite this he never looses heart for long.
Playful:
He LOVES to play! You can usually find him running through the shadows, unsuccessfully trying to sneak up on you. He likes running through the leaves and kicking them all over the place! Despite all this he doesn't like swimming, he will run and splash in the shallows but will never go far enough to have to swim.
Happy:
He is a very happy little Raptor and will peep and squawk in time to whatever music he can hear. He won't be winning any meddles for his singing but that never stopped him having the time of his life.
Unforgiving:
Despite his upbeat personality he won't forgive if he had been betrayed, he doesn't believe in a second chance to hurt him again. He never shows this distrust further than being more reserved than usual.
Likes:
*Splashing
*Playing
*Singing
*Meeting new people
*Fish
Dislikes:
*People not giving him a chance
*Any plant type foods
*People turning off the music
History/Background:
"Radiation spill near the science lab thingamagig" A young girl of about 14 with long bond hair and grey blue eyes glanced at the T.V sitting inside the house, sighing and wishing not for the first time she had somewhere of her own to stay
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Other:

WIP

[Chaimaru]

I am looking to adopt love....


Kennel number: p106
Name: Murasaki (Mura for short)
Breed: Cat.American curl

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I love how Mura's design has so many colors and it makes it hard to take your eyes of of.It starts at a light gray then with teal front legs with a green band a round it,almost like mittens with a bracelet around it.Then her back legs are energetic stripes of black and a bright pink that keeps the design from getting boring.I love how not her whole tail is a different color,but there is a line running along the top of colors brown and gray.I really like how her back and most of her body is covered by black and it also covers her ears.Usually I don't like the color yellow,but it fits so good on her that I changed my mind.With the little pink tips it looks perfect on her face.What also looks good that I don't usually like is the red scar across her right eye.It adds more to her brave personality.She also looks fun to have as a character,and I would love to have her.
What would I do for her?Well,first things first,I wouldn't let her gather dust,as she would be a loved character of mine and I would make her a thread,and order lots of art of her.I might role play her,I love roleplaying.She would be a very active character also because I could do a lot with her.I could draw her because she isn't too complex and I could order art of her all the time,she is so pretty and I would enjoy show-casing her.
Personality:
Caring
Mura cares deeply about her loved ones,sometimes even people she doesn't know.She will go out of her way to help others in need.

Fun-loving
Mura is generally fun to be around.There's no being bored when your around her!

Brave
Mura never backs out of a situation.She is strong,and it takes a lot to get her scared.

Show-off
It's unusual,but Mura will show off her knowledge when angered or in a fight,maybe even random moments depending on what situation she is in.

Creative
Mura believes that life has no limits and that it should be lived to the fullest no matter what anyone else says.
Likes:
Carrots
Her favorite food ever.She eats them pretty much everyday,or as often as she can.She is not a vegetarian,she just doesn't eat meat as often as she does her beloved veggies.

Friends
Mura is not very social and has few friends,but the friends that she does have she loves dearly and would do anything for them.

Small animals
Mura loves pets.She is not too big on the bigger animals,but she loves small hand-held animals like her guinea pig,Storm.

Snow
She lives in an area that is cold and filled with snow but Mura loves living there.She loves digging in the snow,hiding in the snow,and snowball fighting.

Swimming
Mura loves to swim,even though the outside waters of where she lives is freezing cold.However,there are some hot springs that she likes to relax in.She swims in the cold water anyway,regardless of the freezing temperatures.

Rain
She loves the pitter-patter of the rain when it hits the ground.
Dislikes:
Boredom
Mura hates being bored,so she makes the best out of every situation.

Very hot weather
Mura hates being too hot.She prefers cold weather much more that blazing hot.
History/Background:
Theme song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXSgTPX5eqc
Art: Rainbow Veins by Owl City
Other:

Major wip. ;3

[! october]

Tiki & Lirrie;
Since Vita is absent, would you two like me to help with the critique requests and such? c:

[gingertail98]

I am looking to love and hold forever...



Kennel number:

P102



The Name:

Name:
Amarok
Pronunciation
Am-a-rock
Meaning:
Wolf
Language/Culture:
Native Inuit
Reason Chosen:
Goes with the story and I think It suits him quite well.



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

I want Amarok for multiple reasons. Of course, I adore his design. I love the paw print marking. He is so natural in markings and species, but that one paw print sets him apart from other natural, boring dog designs. I also find his eyes intriguing. I always love dogs and cats with mismatching eyes, yet I have never had a character with this trait! Another concept of him that I like which I always look for when applying for a design is a connection, when I see the character do I like the design? Can I see a story for it? Does the story nag at me to be written? I have always stalked the Pound of Hope, never once posting. Never once applying for a design. Until I saw Amarok. I fought with myself not to apply, but I can't hold it in any longer, I just had to apply. So today in the strawberry fields where we went picking berries today I made the final decision to apply for him, and started formulating a story in my head. So when I got home I dug up this thread and started planning, now I shall try for him. If I happen to be lucky enough to win him against all the other beautifully written forms I shall doodle Amarok very often. I will get lots of commissions of him, and use him as my lineart tester! I would give anything to be able to call him my own character.



Appearance and Build Break Down

Eye Colour:
Left is Sky Blue and right is Sun Yellow
Fur Base Colour:
Off white and creamy
Markings:
Extreme Piebald with tan brindle spots. One is a paw print marking on his right flank.
Nose:
Leathery and moist. It is split in colour down the middle, left side is pink, right is dark brown.
Paws:
Large with long hair around and in between paw pads to protect from the elements. Good for walking on snow as the function as a snowshoe. Nails are clear, trimmed, and very thick. His paw pads are tough, cracked, and pink in colour.
Tail:
Very thick and very very fluffy, usually stays straight out behind him or just hanging down.
Ears:
Large and wolf-like, Amarok's ears are very noticeable and stand up erect on top of his head in a normal position.
Coat Length and Texture:
Amarok's fur consists of two very thick layers. It protects him from the cold elements and in fights most dogs just get a mouthful of fur. The outer layer is very rough and durable. It is long and not very soft to touch with a grimy feeling. His inner coat however is long, silky, and soft to the touch. It works like insulation.
Dewclaws?:
Had no back dewclaws even at birth. Front dewclaws were not removed, and are single, not split.
Height:
28 inches at the withers(shoulders)
Weight:
125 pounds
Build:
Tall and well built. Slim in fat but very well muscled. Sturdy and strong.



About Amarok:

Kingdom:
Animalia
Class:
Mammalia
Order:
Carnivora
Family:
Canidae
Species:
Canis lupus familiaris (AKA Domestic Dog)
Breed:
Kai Ken {x} Mixed with Canadian Pointer {x}.
Gender:
Male (Unaltered)
Orientation:
Hetrosexual or Straight as some may say
Nickname(s):
Am, Rock, Rocky
Likes:
•The Cold- Its his whole life. Living in Northern Canada, Amarok thrives on the cold and would probably not fair well in a warmer climate
•Dog Sleds- Amarok loves pulling the sled, he feels full of purpose, and it usually leads to getting to go hunting. He feels sure of himself, as he knows all the commands, its really the only time he feels this way.
•Hunting- Amarok loves hunting. It's his whole purpose in life, if it wasn't for his hunting abilities he would have ended up like most of the dogs in the village. His instincts take over, and he loves it
•Alone Time- Although Amarok loves his owners, he likes to be alone. He just likes to think, and have sometime to himself without having to listen to a humans every command.
•Snow Melting- Even though he loves the cold, where he lives it is EXTREMELY cold, and snow melting means that it gets noticeably warmer which also means they get to go to the hunting cabin which he loves.
•Winning/Being the Best-Amarok loves to win, always. Even if this means cheating to win.
Dislikes:
•Children: Even though he has to live with one Amarok hates children with a passion. He would never hurt one, they just bother him as they constantly tug his fur and tail and poke him in the eyes.
•Warm Weather: Because of Amarok's thick fur and being built for the cold, being in the warmer climates make him uncomfortable and feeling sluggish.
•Being in large groups of people: Amarok hates being in large groups of people it makes him feel claustrophobic and the only person he really likes, if even that, is his Master.
•Losing: Amarok is all about winning and being the best at everything, so of course he HATES to lose and when he does its a big blow to his ego.
•Being in trouble: Being a working dog, Amarok naturally is eager to please. This in turn makes him very upset when he does something wrong or displeases his owner/gets in trouble.
•When people compare him to his mother: Amarok hates being compare to his father because he was a very weak, scrawny, small dog. He likes people to think of him a very powerful and strong.
Purpose:
Amarok was bred a mix breed but with complete purpose. His mother was a prized Kai Ken imported from Japan to Yukon Territories, Canada. She was used as a sled dog by her owners and was very good at it. When the owners prized hunting dog passed away they contacted a friend in Alberta with a champion Canadian Pointer hunting dog. After a lot of tough convincing that the puppies, although mutts, would be superior hunting dogs. Finally after many months Amarok was born in a litter of three. He was the only male so his owners naturally kept him and sold the two sisters. It became apparent in the weeks leading up to his sister's departure from their home that he was better at everything and showed more promise that the two. His whole purpose is hunting and protecting.
Personality:
Amarok is someone of what the human society would deem a "social outcast". Quite and somewhat of a loner, Amarok likes his alone time. In these times he hums the tunes of human songs he has picked up along the way. He is all about winning and has somewhat of a big ego. Even though he seems ever confident and full of himself, he is often very insecure and thinks he is always going to mess up and hurt his ego. The only time he actually feels confident is when he is dog sledding. Amarok can be a bit of a show off and flirt sometimes, especially around large groups of girls. This, however, doesn't often last long as he starts to feel uncomfortable around the large group. Ever competitive, he isn't one to back down from a fight, especially if its about a pretty girl. He can also be very headstrong, he will take out anyone on his way to what he wants and isn't above cheating. He is sly and cunning and can outsmart his prey. He is a very intelligent animal and knows how to get his way and what he wants from humans. He can be snappy with his team as he is lead dog and is quick to lose his patience with them. He is very proud animal.
Theme Song:
Headstrong by Trapt



History/Background:

Part One-Third person

Time goes by, so slowly...
~Hung up, by Madonna

Drip...Drip...Drip...
The small droplets of water dripped down the slopped roof and onto the ground at a steady pace. The only other noise was a rumbling. A white and brown beast of a dog slept curled up under the over hang. Alas the over hang was to small, and each little dripping droplet of water hit the dogs pointed ear, causing the ear to flick backwards. A voice boom out from over the snow covered field. The dogs right eye flicked open. They dog yawned, closing its eye once again curling up. A long whistle rang out from across followed by the voice booming again "AMAROK." The dog groaned and yawned again, he stood, shaking his fur out looking rather annoyed by the amount of ice cold water on his head. Amarok leaped of the porch crunching into the glistening, crisp, morning snow and bounded towards his master. <Time for a long day of work!> Amarok thought happily, crunching through the snow after his master to a dog sled. He walked to his harness and seized it in his mouth. His half brown, half pink nose twitched, searching for scent traces of his team. His owner gave a long high pitched whistle and a chorus of howls and barks erupted into the morning sky. The arctic brids roosting in the trees took to the air. Amarok pricked his ears as he heard the team approach, their feet crunching through the snow. When they arrived finally there was a frenzy of yelps as their owner got them to their place, secured in their harnesses. The owner loaded the sled with an axe and a gun, he whistled to Amarok and the dogs shot off.

Live to win 'til you die
'Til the light dies in your eyes
Live to win take it all
Just keep fighting 'til you fall
~Live to Win, Paul Stanley

Amarok pulled on his traces, his team behind him. Puffs of warm air blew out from the dog's gaping mouths as they panted. The musher whistled and yelled commands, and Amarok obeyed each one with great reflex, the team following his every move. Finally they emerged into an area by a glistening, frozen lake with some trees dotted around it. "Whoa!" the musher called and Amrok and his team skidded to a stop on the icy ground. The musher kicked down a break type device and grabbed the axe. hopping off the sled he headed to the trees to start chopping wood for a warm fire later. Amarok flopped onto the crisp snow with a crunch and his team followed suit.

After quite some time the musher came back with wood bundles. Amarok jumped up barking happily, and soon the whole team was another chorus of yips and howls. The musher lost his patience after a bit and yelled at them to hush up, and so they did. The dogs were well trained. They listened to every command, watched their owner's every signal, always obeying. Always. The musher loaded the wood on to the sled and clambered back on he took off the break and the dogs shot forward. The musher whistled commands and directed the dogs through the thinly treed woods. Finally they reached there destination. The man parked the sled again kicked down the break. The dogs collapsed with a gathered sigh onto the ground sending bits of snow up into the air. The musher walked to the front and unclipped Amarok from his traces and the dog leaped up. The man chuckled "Good boy." He whispered ruffling the dogs ears. They sat a little ways off from the sled and waited, man and dog with a gun, deadly pair for other creatures living in the tree line.

The man and dog sat there for ages, waiting a watching. Finally something was spotted by Amarok moving through the trees, The man could feel the dog tense up beside him and watched the dogs hackles raise as a growl escaped his throat. Finally and small group of caribou emerged from the tree line. Amarok stood up quickly and the musher took his aim and fired. The caribou scattered at once and Amarok took off after them. He sniffed the air for blood and started following it. No caribou had been killed so it must not have been a kill shot. Finally he saw it, limping and lagging behind the rest and started barking up a storm and running around to the front of it, growling and barking. He was merely holding it in place until his master came. The caribou was a large female and didn't appear scared of the dog. She snorted and took a step towards Amarok, his held his ground but noted the closing in the distance between them. Finally his master emerged on the crest of the hill and took aim. One shot rang out and the caribou went down. The man whistled and Amarok ran up the hill and back to the sled. Once his master caught up and secured him in his traces it was up to Amarok to take them back to where the caribou had been shot. It didn't take him long to find the caribou, or for his master to load it onto the sled. Once it was tied down they set off towards the lake, the quickest way back home.

Amarok skidded to a stop at the lake edge causing his team to crash into him. Something was right about the lake. He bend down and sniffed it, they peered up to the sky where the spring sun was beating down and turned to his master letting out a distressed whine. The master looked annoyed "Amarok, hike!" He commanded, but Amarok would not be moved. Finally after several minutes of yelling commands and waiting the musher got off and unclipped Amarok from his traces. Amarok watched to see what his master was up to. The man got back on the sled, and to Amarok's horror, directed the team out onto the frozen lake. Amarok barked frantically from shore running up and down the bank as the sled went further and further out. Finally Amarok heard what he had feared would happen, the long steady crackling and snaps coming from breaking apart ice. He leaped onto the edge and started running, the ice was able to hold his weight and he scrambled along after the sled and could only watch in horror as the front end of the sled crashed into the ice, the front six dogs disappearing.

Amarok ran around to his master who was frantically giving commands to the other six dogs to back up and pull the flailing dogs out of the icy claws of the lake. Amarok grabbed the mushers coat and wrenched him off the sled. The musher got up and tried to leap towards the sled, but it was gone. Amarok squished his eyes shut and turned away, but he would never forget what he saw before then. The looks on his terrified team mates faces as they were dragged helplessly to the bottom of the lake by the heavy sled. He heard his master slump down and start crying. Amarok crawled over to him, tugging at his jacket, they weren't off the lake yet. The musher crawled along on his belly, following Amarok not saying anything except uttering a sob now and again. He let Amarok lead him home and collapsed on the front porch. Amarok barked at the door and waited until his master's wife opened the door and in a panic rushed him in. Amarok padded into the house and sat by his master the whole time.

Amarok waited many days near his owners side and he mentally recovered from the accident. He only left for relieve himself outside or eat and drink. His master seemed to appreciate his loyalty and be getting better. <But there is still something wrong..> thought Amarok, for many times in the night while Amarok slept with him and his wife to help keep them warm and comfort his master, his master would scream out the other dogs names and crying. It soon became painfully clear that the dreams were stopping him from getting sleep or healing his mental wounds. Amarok would whimper during these long nights and lick his master's face to awake him from the nightmares that plagued him. Soon when he started feeling better and going about town on walks, Amarok would follow him. Friends and town members alike commented on what a great dog Amarok was and how loyal his was. This made Amarok's ego swell massively. He soon began thinking of himself as a superior canine and strutted around town after his master. Finally when his master started leaving him behind on trips, and didn't need the mental support of having Amarok around, Amarok reverted back into his loner self and started wandering off in the day to hunt snowshoe hare or just be alone.

Part Two-First person (Amarok)

Back off, I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong, we're headstrong
~Headstrong, by Trapt

As I headed through the town looking for a quick meal from a shop I spotted a group of huskies in their traces outside the shop their owner must have been in. As I padded towards them, planning to taunt them with my freedom, I realized there were many girls on the team and I put on my best flirty face. "Hello ladies." I said in my best charming voice, to my suprise the rolled there eyes and continued to talk amongest themselves. "Hello!" I barked again, but after they ignored me more I continued on my way. The town seemed empty with not many people around, and upon realizing this I stumbled upon the cause which caused my jaw to slack. A sled dog race. My master was in it. Without me. He had our new team in the traces and some big fluffy malamute dog in my lead traces. Letting out a snarl my feet carried me right infront of the team. A growl escaped my throat causing my master's head to snap up to look at me. "Amarok go home." He commanded. Every fibre of my being told me to obey, but I sat. Right infront of his new team. "Why didn't he bring me." I commanded the dog in the lead trace to tell me, I had a higher ranking over him and he knew it and obeyed at once. "Because he thinks your getting old and slowing down." The malamute whimpered. My jaw slacked again and I marched up to him and stood parrell to his side giving a commanding bark to my master. The people on the side lines were laughing now and I knew my master wouldn't put up with this foolishness for much longer and would have to put me in the traces soon!

After a few more minutes of him yelling at me he walked over. I grinned, I had won he was going to take me! Suddenly I felt something tighten around my neck. I looked and to my horror was a blue collar with a leash attached and my master's wife on the other end. She dragged me away from the sled with me fighting and barking every step of the way. She tied me to a lamp post and it was all I could do to watch and sigh as the teams took off without me. The wife started talking to a friend and I perked up to listen to what they were saying. The other woman was rounded and in a large brown parka. "So why didn't John take Amarok in the race? I thought he was the best and in his prime." She asked the wife. "Oh he says the dog is getting old and slowing down, says he is only good for breeding now. I think the real reason is he doesn't want the dog getting injured or having an accident like his other team. He doesn't want to lose the dog." She explained to the woman. I was definitely interested now. It made sense, I mean I know I am the best dog and I understood why he would want to lose me. But what I also understood that those dogs he had with him were clumsy and inexperinced, and they would be going over that same lake again. "I'm coming master!" I barked sharply leaping forward, snapping my lead. I heard the wife call for me but I ignored her and raced after the teams in the fading daylight.

I raced through the trees, praying I would get to my master in time. Finally, after what seemed like a life time of running I emerged from the tree line to see the teams coming down the crest of the hill towards the lake. I ran out onto barking at them to stap telling the teams to stop, that it meant danger. The last thing I remember was the dog teams listening and skidding to a stop, a crack and my master screaming my name. My I felt cold all over, my head hit something and I blacked out.

Time goes by, so slowly...
~Hung up, by Madonna

When I awoke it smelt of sterile metal. I was swathed in pink terry cloth towels and had a very uncomfortable IV drip going into my leg. I went to move only to find the room spinning and to collapse with a huff in the cage. A lady scuttle over looking rather nervous behind her large, round glasses. She check me over and let out what you could barely call a relieved sigh. She walked away leaving me confused and dazed. What had happened? Suddenly everything came flooding back into my memory along with a pounding headache causing me to whimper and whine until the lady returned with something in her hand. I felt a stab like pain the was only momentary and then I blacked out once more.

I awoke again to peer into the eyes of my master. I cried out a happy bark and crawled forward, licking his face all over. I could taste salty tears as he grabbed my head and then grabbed my neck into a hug, shedding his tears of joy while whispering my name over and over. I can't remeber ever seeing him like that, and I have never seen him like that since. I felt sore throughout the whole reunion and realized after that I had bruises all over and a large gash going from inbetween my ears, down my neck, and ending between my shoulder blades. In my eyes the pain was worth it, I saved my master and many dogs and their masters too. The lake was since forbidden to be walked on as it is thin and I have retired from being a sled dog to take some stress off my owner. I still hunt with him frequintly and I get to sleep in the house now which I love. My master had a child, I don't really like the human pup, but it makes him happy so I put up with it. The malamute was named Kringmerk and is now the lead dog. I have trained him and he lives in the house to now. Kringmerk loves the human pup. So I guess this is where my story ends. Until we meet again stranger, "Good bye."

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I might not have time but if I do I will! <3 <3

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A thank you and good luck..

Amarok is the character of my dreams. I would like to thank everyone who work at Pound of Hope and Spotty for giving me the chance to apply for this wonderful dog. If I get Amarok I promise I will take awesome care of him. If I don't I am happy for whoever does. Goodluck to everyone else applying for him, in fact, good-luck I hope you get your dream character. Keep up the wonderful work Pound of Hope.

[Micki.]

[[@ Captain Jade Sparrow- First of all; your username is great. Second; thankies. I was worried no one would pay attention to her because of Spotty's brilliant donations :/]]