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[Syra]

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Ben'srevenge

[Africa.]

OwO Syra, between you and Spotty, I'll never stick to the plan of not adopting any characters x3 She's stunning <3 And she'd be the perfect sister for a certain character that I'm hoping to get... <3

[Dancing with Bears.]

I am looking to donate...
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Neara's Running/flying Wolf lineart
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Wolf
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-A Good home.
-No Species change
By submitting this form, I, XxBunnyxX, 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.

[Tiikeria]

God, look at all these gorgeous donations. o3o Dang you all for tempting me! XD I'll put these up, but, since we're so close to the drop, they will be held back until the drop after this. Yay for extra time! XD

[Sapphirescript]

I am looking to adopt...

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Kennel number: 54
Name: Lazzaro, it is an Italian/Latin name meaning "my God has helped me"
Breed: Pompeii Smili
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I have always wanted a smili, I find the idea quite cute and something I wouldn't mind having in real life. I do love his looks, his icy blue eyes pulled me in like a hooked fish.

His whole design pulls me towards him, the soft browns and bright blue. They go together so well to me and I couldn't imagine owning any other Smili.

Personality: Lazzaro is stern and tough, he doesn't believe you know what you are doing and will only give you credit if you can earn it. He strives to survive and thinks of himself as part of the people. He will save others but if it endangers himself he may have second thoughts. He tends to enjoy relaxing more then anything but won't sit on his hind end all day. When he works on something he gets it done.

His heart is wrapped in concrete and he isn't the one who trusts everybody. He won't leave you if you need help but unless you prove something to him he will never trust you. He sometimes tries to bear with it but he always seems to be around those who don't care as much as he does.


Likes:
Lazzaro loves sights, he loves to climb and just watch everything bustle below him. He feels like he could fly when he is high up and loves when a small breeze blows through his fur. If it was up to him he would stay there all day. Along with being up high he also prefers to sleep up high. He rather have his head in the shade and his body soaking up the suns rays but if need be he will spread out in the sun. The sun seems to have the power to put him asleep to easily.

He loves fish, even though it is a delicacy to the race. Though quite a task to obtain and dangerous when he finds one he will waste no time eating it. Even though he acts kind when it comes to fish sharing is a bad word. Sturgeon is his favorite but he will take any kind if he has the chance. Even though he has almost drowned and got chills from water sitting in his fur his love for fish will never go away.

Lazzaro is the very art of being lazy, yet he can be a hard worker, if he want to. He prefers to lay around all day and sleep but if he begins to help he will put everything he is into it. If he doesn't work hard he feels like he failed himself and he doesn't enjoy the feeling. All in all this lazy Smili will do quite a lot to get out of work if he can find it. Unless it has something he wants the idea of hard work is another nightmare. Often what he will do is get one of the younger Smilis to take on his work load, denying any fingers pointing at him when he does.

Dislikes:

Lazzaro is one of those who give him nick names and call him "buddy" or "Kiddo" His most hated nickname would be "Lazzario" Which is one that the newest leader had given to him.

He strongly dislikes the taste of foliage. To get him to even taste any type of vegetable or anything not killed would be death to him.

Although Lazzaro's history is based upon forced travel he doesn't enjoy traveling in the slightest bit. Variety is for the exotic to him. He likes routines, the same food, the same bed and the same people he sees everyday.

Lame jokes, though everybody hates them Lazzaro detest when somebody tries to make a joke and it isn't his taste of humor.

The pain of a sunny day is enough to put Lazzaro to sleep all day. To work on a hot day is like trying to swim in mud. It's simply to much work.

Lazzaro has a gambling addiction, he will gamble everything he has until he is left with just himself then begin to get depressed when he realized what he's done.
History/Background:
.:Primo Giorno:.
I've created this journal because I know things are about to change. The Elder's underlings have taken over. We are moving from our quiet home to some sort of new town. Leaving the old peaceful town behind. None of the tribe members agree but as our Elder's dying wish we are following this mongrel, as he leads us to our death. The amount of water behind his ears could fill a ditch. But as we move out I do not express my discontent with his plan. Simply follow and pray for our safety.

.:Secondo Giorno:.
It's only been a day and we've stayed so far away from home. The tribe members are tired yet he keeps pushing us. He says he knows of a place that is large enough to make our own civilization but can such a place be existent or safe? I doubt he knows what he's talking about. Yet he seems to be a natural leader in a way. He was able to obtain food and shelter within an hour yet he didn't account for the amount of Smili he brought with him, or for water. He isn't as well of a leader as his father was, but he will learn. I still don't trust him.

.:Day Five:.
We've been walking for days, we are tired and hungry, yet he doesn't hear our cries. The cubs have to be carried, even the males are getting tired. That sparkle in the leaders eyes are beginning to fade as he realizes what he set us up for. Now in the middle of a barren land, he is starting to realize what he has done wrong. My anger isn't soothed even when we stop. The rests need to be longer and the meals heavier. I suspect a mutiny soon but we must honor our elders.

.:Settimo Giorno:.
I couldn't stop it, one of the males lost his mind in the heat. A fight broke out and I couldn't stop it. A large gash down my leg stings as I think about the battle. The male had challenged the leader but he lost. I tagged him stupido for challenging such a young and strong Smili in his old age but his family saw it all. I managed to break it up but it was to late for the old vecchio pazzo. In the heat of the rage the whole tribe was taken aback by what he said. When confronted by the old fool the leader revealed that he wasn't travailing to bring us to a better place. His father created enemies and they turned to him. We were banished from our home. The tribe wasn't sure if they should try to go home or stick to him to the end.

.:Dieci i Giorni:.
Some of the Tribe turned back, mostly females and their cubs. We don't expect them to make it and fought them to stay. He lacks charisma and sense, loosing important tribe members. We finally are close to our destination according to him. Though I have noticed some hints at other civilizations. We travel by night now, the travel is easier now that the caldo sole isn't upon us, burning holes in our backs. A very large object is what we are headed for. The side of it crumbling into ruble and the whole thing covered in holes. I didn't understand how we would be safe there but we had no where else to go.

.:Day 14:.
We are inside the giant dome like object. Ivy climbing the rock walls and fallen rock everywhere. It is more private then I imagined. To my surprise there are other Smili here, living on rock shelves or digging holes in the ground. It isn't a large tribe but they seemed to know our leader well. Again to my surprise they are also banished from Pompeii. They welcomed us as if we were family and gave us a place to rest with food and water. They had different food here, albatross and loons. I don't understand how they hunt these fowl of water without swimming but the meat is tender and delizia and I am thankful.

.:Day 15:.
I've already become accustom to this new home. My bed now a rock ledge with a great view. It is but a small scale from the ground but a beautiful site once you are settled. There are a few Smili who have shops to buy soft bedding or more luxury food but the Elder granted us food and places to sleep till we get adapted enough to stand on our own four zampe. I sometimes wonder about the tribal members that left us but these thoughts only cloud my sleep, to which I am not about to let slip by.

.:il Giorno Venti:.
I have began to learn how to catch such birds. By perching on rocks close to the shore and laying still the Smili are able to catch the birds as they land in the water without getting wet. The hunting grounds is quite a ways away from the "Coliseum" to which they call it so often the hunters go in separate groups. The younger ones go to each group and bring the birds back. The system is well thought out but I am sadden that I cannot be a part of it. The Ash colored Smili are the only ones who can pull the camouflage off well enough to fool the birds. My brown coat only alerts them to our presence. I am hunting for a new lavoro now, but I fear I will not be useful in this tribe.


.:Day ?:.
I stopped counting the days and stopped writing my journals. I have grown close to this tribe and its works, finding work wherever I can keeps me busy. I have been helping the younger ones carry back the food, though for more reasons then one. A bello, pretty, intelligente female has caught my eye and can't get out of my head. She is not that much younger then me, also unable to hunt or help any one other then the young.

.:Day Two:.
I am starting this again, now that I have come back to it I cannot remember the dates. We have had some strange creatures come in. Now we have watchers near the top of the Coliseum who warn us when the slightest thing gets close. Most Smili will hide in the shadows or in their holes or under rocks, but at the same time we sometimes slip up. Luckily these creatures seem dumb and oblivious, which makes me wonder why the Elders are so afraid of them. While hiding one day I edged close to the wall into darker shadows only to kick pebbles off the ledge. I thought it was over then but the stupido two legs didn't notice.

.:Day Five:.
They caught us. A cub fell from his ledge and landed in front of one. He got away but everybody knows they will be back. The Elder has prepared us to leave. Splitting the tribe up and going to the hunting grounds, but we didn't make it. They came back before we left and with back up. Cages and ropes, most of us got away but they captured my girl. I couldn't force myself to save her as we tried to flee and fight back. I was to distracted to think, they shot my side and I couldn't move my legs, my eyes growing heavy. I was slammed into a cage and into a dark metal box with other Smili. Cubs calling for their mothers and young adults crying for their mothers as well.

The truck was dark.
So dark you couldn't see a thing. The rumbling sound of metal against metal against rocky ground. We traveled far in one day, almost always in the dark. We were put in large containers and put on something more gentle. The soft swaying of the transportation and the salty sea air made me believe we were going across the sea. Not being the best swimmer I was nervous of drowning, but the trip was to stressful itself to think of death.
I think a day has passed but time is stuck together. Put back on a loud moving thing but this time you could see daylight. The door between us and freedom opened and shut with each bump. Our cages weren't strapped down so we moved with the bumps as well. I was edging close and closer to the back I could see the ground whipping past under neath us. Suddenly without me knowing the door was flung open when a large bump came and I was flung out with my cage and all. The last thing I saw was the younger Smili clawing at their cages to get out calling out to me for my help. I was stuck in my cage, unable to get out and send chase.

I was on a dirt road, the dirt from the road didn't change when you saw the surroundings. I laid down in my cage as I started to notice the heat. The sky around me seemed to be melting as I panted from the heat. Down the dirt road I could see something coming closer. A large black loud thing. I didn't believe it was real and instead closed my eye and dreamed of being back home in the Coliseum.

She was kind to me, she looked like a dog but she walked on two legs. She busted me out of the cage and loaded me into the back. I was to tired to fight back. I did my best sending a gash down her shirt and arm but she didn't give me up. My energy was drained from the heat and lack of diet. She gave me a bowl of water and some weird meat in a bowl but I would take anything. I didn't trust her, making sure she kept her distance. The ride was short as I slept most of the time. Though I was uneasy and not trustful I couldn't keep myself awake.

I woke up, in the shade near a beautiful pond.There were trees around me offering shade and soft sand beneath me making my sleep easy. I have never been in such a heaven. I felt alive again as I dragged myself over to the pond and took a drink, chilling my throat and soothing my headache. As the water dripped from my chin I glanced around my surroundings. There was a breeze and shade yet it looked like a dessert, with only a few patches of grass. It was time to start anew, and track down my fellow Smili. My adventure, begins now.

Other:

Name: Lazzaro

Gender: Male

Age: Roughly 5-6 Years

Hobbies: Sleeping, Gambling, Eating, People watching

Family: All Recently Deceased Younger Sister, Mother and Father, Grandmother

Music: Upbeat but Calm, Like Pop Country.

Social: Lowly Social, mandatory conversations and slight chat

Goal: To settle down with a nice Female and maybe a child in a secluded home that isn't to far away from other Smilis.

Quirks: Lazzaro is painfully honest, Lazzaro doesn't see the glass as half empty and half full. Simply half filled with liquid. Lazzaro also doesn't do well with public speaking.

Fears: Drowning, Darkness, Close spaces, Loud noises

Addictions: Eating Fish, Sleeping

Sleeping Habits: Lazzaro is quite the restless sleeper. You should feel sorry for anybody needing to sleep near him. They will wake up with bruises and scratches from his kicking and scratching. Plagued having nightmares he doesn't often get a good nights sleep.

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[Lirrie]

I am looking Would Love to adopt...






Kennel number: F54

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Why do you want this animal and


I saw this guy, and he was perfect for the subspieces of smilis I had founded. He made me think more about how they acted. His coleration is wonderful,

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[lilypop123]

Kennel P103 wrote:Image: Image
Lineart used (if any): Personal lineart.
Name: -Not named- Aki
Gender: -Not specified- female
Species: Any kind of canine you'd prefere, but please pick a specific species when you adopt. grey wolf
Preferences: Can not be a fursona or anything else fursona-related (mate, child, relative...)
No design or feature changes.
Please give it a good home.
By submitting this form, I, Spotty, 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.
pease can i adopt this one from p103

[corgie]

God, look at all these gorgeous donations. o3o Dang you all for tempting me! XD I'll put these up, but, since we're so close to the drop, they will be held back until the drop after this. Yay for extra time! XD

I don't think you guys can adopt yet o3o

[Tiikeria]

You can. :3 Since they're up, and we're not going from open to closed, adopting is open.

@lilypop: You have to fill out an adoption form. You can find that on the first page.

[The Lion King]

I am most interested in looking to adopt...

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F55
.||Name||.
Tavaris
Portuguese for 'Descendant of the Hermit'. He is named so after the distant-like behavior displayed of his father towards their tribe. His name comes from the common language often heard spoken in their region.
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Smili- Sub-species: Jungle Smili
.||Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?||.
His colors were the first to catch my eye- very vibrant and unique. The design itself is gorgeous, as I adore exotic markings and colorations. That aside, it is not the only reason I wanted to write a form for this wonderful character. I have often admired the Smili species, wanting to try out for one of them. However, I never felt my writing was ever good enough to be up to the task, compared to some of the amazing forms I have seen written to win one of them. Now, I feel I may have what it takes to prove I can write a worthy form for such a beautiful design.

If I am so fortunate to win this character, I promise I will honor the requirements set for owning a Smili, and I will use him in my works- whether art or writing related. I have become more interested in writing than creating actual art recently, and he will more than likely be featured in future works of mine. He will be most appreciated as one of my characters, and certainly not left to gather dust.

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"'Fortune favors the brave."

Tavaris- In Summary
To be put simply, Tavaris has a brutal nature about him. He is cold, in-sensitive, and uncaring if one were to observe is obvious traits from afar. Most strangers to their tribe often find Tavaris' character to their un-liking, and ponder why such a beast was ever chosen to rank among the clan's leaders. Much resentment from outsiders towards Tavaris' behavior has given him quite a reputation throughout neighboring tribes. However, within his own people, Tavaris is treated with great respect and considered a wise being for rising to a powerful position, albeit being born to a disgraced family.

Looking deeper within Tavaris' crude exterior, a prudent intellectual is discovered. There is always a reason to his harsh decisions and rash actions. Carefully planned out, or decided on a whim, Tavaris puts the needs of the clan as a whole, just ahead of the needs of himself. This being said, Tavaris rarely makes any gesture of his personal. As for any rule, his sole exception is aimed at his younger sister*, whom Tavaris over-protects and shelters. However, aside from that personal family matter, his thinking barely expands beyond,"If it will help the clan, then in the long run, it will benefit myself."

*Please note, the character of Tavaris' sister will only be used for his form and history. No such design of her will ever be created and will only serve as an aspect of defining his personality and background. Nothing more than that.

Stand Out Traits of Tavaris' Personality

-The Exterior-

The traits one is able to notice while merely observing Tavaris from afar.

In-sensitive

If you have come for advice, it is best that you leave and go find another to entrust your issues to. Tavaris disdains petty fights and unimportant drama. He believes that if it does not concern him, then it is not his problem to fix. Those who are thick enough to even attempt are met with cold, narrowed eyes, a low growl, and are promptly left blinking in confusion as they now watch Tavaris' tail swish further away. He has damaged the emotions of plenty, but this does not matter to him.

Deeper down, Tavaris believes that a personality can develop into a stronger one if they are met with hardships and like. Not a stranger to either of these, it makes perfect sense in his mind. By striking one's feelings down, one can learn from the experience and become a more mature individual.

Cruel

Though, in a somewhat warped way, Tavaris has his greater good reasons through his in-sensitivity, his nature can turn quite cruel and is often so. It is suspected that his early life played a great role in the individual he is today. Such deep emotional impact from a young age, drove Tavaris to have a distrust of others, and a tendency to lash out when opposed.

Interesting to note, Tavaris has never struck a female once. His brutish actions have always been observed directed towards other males who have challenged his authority or something of the like. However, many a female smili have been spared from his cruel ways.

Once, a young female spoke out against him, calling out him out on his previous decisions. Almost blinded by rage, Tavaris rose his hefty paw to strike her, but stopped suddenly, his eyes widened in shock. Slowly, he backed down, and retreated, leaving the hushed crowd. It is believed Tavaris is reminded of his poor mother, and his dear sister whom he protects with his life, that he could not bring himself to hurt her.

Crude

Tavaris speaks little, believing that most words are a waste of air. When one has the unusual chance to hear his voice, many are taken aback by the crudity of his word choice. It is often quite blunt, and dull. Fancy words don't interest Tavaris and he thinks they are useless. Why have so many different words for something, than just one?

Rash

To the random bystander, many, if not most of Tavari's actions and decisions seem too rash or not carefully considered. His choices more often than not drift towards the less than obvious course of action. The onlooker is left wondering why the issue has not been solved with the resolution that first comes to mind.

Many of these sudden actions have proven helpful, if not so helpful that it leaves the doubters in a form of awe and confusion. Tavaris believes he knows what is best, and his decisions will always pay off in the end, even if a few casualties are suffered along the way.

Silent

As already stated, Tavaris detests words and spoken language. He believes most words are of no use and frivolous, only serving to
further detract from the point of the matter. Thus, further proving the cause of Tavaris' silent nature. Many see him as full of himself, which Tavaris won't deny in some matters, however, this almost vow of silence leaves a great impression on most.

Imposing

Along with the silent demeanor, Tavaris comes on as very imposing to others, especially if he deems them to be beneath him. Many a young smili learn this quite fast, and are keen to stay away in fear of the cruel, nasty glare if they were foolish enough to dart across his path.

Tavaris' heavy presence also has affected decisions made by the tribe as a whole. There are those who have learned it is wiser to accept Tavaris' idea than to argue. As such, many times has his decision been beneficial, and a great deal of trust has been placed into his choices.

-The Interior-

Traits that the casual onlooker will not discover at first glance.

Intellectual

As far as the average intellect of a smili goes, Tavaris has it, and uses it to the best of his ability. He assess a situation, calculates possible outcomes, and reacts with the decision that will serve his needs best. Tavaris has learned from a young age, that to rise to the position he wants, he must be smart enough to overcome and pull through his hardships. This being stated, there has been an occasion once or twice where is action has failed to produce the desirable outcome.

In this such case, Tavaris is not seen for a good amount of time. It is suspected that this time is spent developing a fix to the mess of the situation to bring respect back to his name.

Cautious

With any decision, Tavaris acts on extreme caution. It does not seem so to others, but he tries, even if the feeling of carefulness is fleeting.

Will this affect my clan? Will it be good, and will it help? Or will I be disgraced?

Questions such as those run through his mind before making an important choice. At the center of his core, all Tavaris wants is recognition that his father never earned. If he can earn even a small portion of it, Tavaris believes he has done his job well. That feeling of respect is the most important thing to him.

Resentful

Much resent and hate of Tavaris' is directed towards his late father. His father, as Tavaris believes, was a foolish character. He never took time to go to clan meetings, and often spent his days with unimportant matters. The leaders of yesteryear were disgusted with his behaviour and looked down upon him and his small family.

As Tavaris grew older, he craved to be accepted and respected among the clan again. With every passing year, as he grew older, his hate grew bigger. Even when is father passed away, Tavaris was unable to let go of that resent, and still carries it within him to this day.

Determined

With the mind set of surpassing his father, it would come at no surprise that Tavaris is a very determined individual. Since a young age, he has tried endlessly to earn a name for himself, and overcome the dishonor placed upon his family. Even though he has met his goal, Tavaris continues to prove them all wrong.

Looking on to the future, it is unlikely he will ever cease.

Protective

Even though Tavaris struggled to rise in rank, he developed a very protective nature around his small sister. After his father died, Tavaris' mother could not take the burden of raising the two by themselves with their reputation in place. It reduced her to almost nothing, leaving Tavaris to comfort his sibling by himself.

Eventually his mother deserted them, and it is unknown what happened to her. Following her leave, Tavaris accepted full responsibility of his sister, and shielded her from the harsh words of the older clanmembers. Though she is grown now and has gone off to start her own family, Tavaris still holds that feeling of needing to protect, and has sometimes pulled a small cub out of danger because of it.

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Order

Rules, order, and structure, three things of which Tavaris could not live without. Because of his high place, he craves the feeling that comes when all is well and all rules are followed. Step out of line, and rest assured, you will be repriminded with a snarl to boot.

He enjoys structure, because where his imagination lacks, structure fills in. He cares not to dwell on the unimportant, and prefers those things to be left with someone else.

Praise

Insulted and looked down upon since birth, Tavaris relishes every snippet of praise he can get. His ego, so to speak, is rather large and calls for all sorts of attention. When someone comments on one of his actions, for example, Tavaris graciously accepts their opinions, and works to further please.

If it's any form of respect he gets, Tavaris pushes harder to get more.

The Sun

As a young cub, Tavaris had a fixation with the shimmering, yellow orb in the sky. It amazed him how, on every day without fail, the sun would rise from over the dense tree tops and shine it's bright light over the rainforest during the day, and gracefully dip back under the canopy at night. He loved how its rays would penetrate the thick tangle of branches and vines warm his fur.

The sun still remains important to Tavaris. It is associated with power and higher Gods that the strange upright natives speak of and create large, stone shrines for. This symbol of rising rule drove Tavaris forward to become the character he is today.
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Rainfall

The days the sun was shielded by clouds drowning the world in dark, and cold, were the types of days Tavaris detested most. They hid his beautiful sun, his ray of hope. During those times of intense rain, Tavaris would hide himself in his burrow, brooding over his misery until the weather let up.

It is also of note, that the day his father died, the weather was rainy and cloudy for a long stretch of time. Tavaris accepted this as a sign, and when the sun shined in the sky again, better times were ahead for him.

Force

The ultimate way to anger Tavaris is to force him into doing practically anything. Push him to complete a task, and great fit of rage is soon to follow. He only does things the way he wishes it to be, and does not take kindly to objections. He believes his choices are wise, and will not change them because another wanted it another way.

Tavaris stands by his actions. He will not be forced to accept another's judgement.

His Father

The hate for his father is deep within Tavaris, that when asked, refuses to even discuss him. He can not get over how his father disgraced his family and sent his mother into ruins. His huge hatred was one of the forces that drove him to become better and regain his honor in their tribe.

Even though Tavaris is now a respected individual, he still has yet to let go of that hate. Upon his death, Tavaris requested that the body be left where it lay and that no one was to touch it. Hesitantly, the clan agreed and moved on, without moving the body as a respectful gesture to the dead. Tavaris felt that his father was shameful in life, and shall be shamed in death. His anger and resent still infests itself within his heart, unable to finally heal.

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I ran out of time to pen an actual history for Tavaris, however I hope I have explained his background as best as possible through his personality, etc. He will be featured in a few short stories of mine if I have the pleasure of winning him. c:


Name:
Tavaris [Lacks any nicknames]

Age:
Roughly seventeen or eighteen years

Gender:
Male

Family:

Father-Jungle Smili- Deceased

Mother-Jungle Smili- Whereabouts unknown; presumed deceased

Sister: Jungle Smili- Moved to a new tribe with her mate

Relationship Status:
Single; He does not desire a mate at this time

Location:
Amazon Forest; Precise location unknown

Themes I Listened To For This Form:

"Fortune Favors the Brave" - Adam Pascal; From Aida

"Like Father, Like Son"- Adam Pascal & John Hickok; From Aida

"Son of Man"- Phill Collins; From Tarzan



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N/A at this time. I would hope to draw my own at a later date.

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This form is a work in progress. c: