Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Africa.]

I am looking to adore with everything I have...


~♥.♥.♥~
Kennel number:
P114
Name:
Quinn
Gender:
Female
Age:
Human // 16
Coyote x Wolf // 3
Birthday:
May 17th
Breed:
Coyote x Wolf
Eye Color:
Bi-Colored eyes // One emerald green // One purple
Theme Song:
Traveling Soldier, Dixie Chicks
~♥.♥.♥~

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I saw her, and instantly I knew that I just needed to at least try for her, no matter how much I was trying to hold back on characters. It was as if I'd never even made that rule of no more characters for a good long while, the thought of it simply tossed out the window at the sight of her. I don't believe that I've ever fallen in love with a character as quickly as I have with her. I cannot explain how absolutely honored I'd feel to be able to actually call her mine <3

Firstly, I'm a sucker for mixed browns <3 Seeing the different shades mended together so beautifully, I can't imagine anyone not adoring Quinns design, you'd need to be absolutely crazy. The markings on her back are absolutely stunning, pulling the design together perfectly, and I couldn't imagine a more beautiful face for her <3 She's truly original and unique, something different and risky, a feature that is rare these days, but deeply treasured.

I'm also quite intruiged by the fact that she matches a different character (Designed by Lunarfaith) so wonderfully <3 This character is one that I'm hoping to own, if I submit a form that is deemed worthy. In the rare chance that I win both of these stunning young beauties, I have high hopes of making them sisters <3

As for the accessories, I'll most definitely be adding her anklet, the one her mother had given her, which you can find a picture of in the "Art" section of my form. The person whom donated her also said we could change the design but honestly I couldn't even imagine changing it, she's much to stunning.

I cannot promise Quinn showers of art upon art, but I can very much promise her love. While not being able to promise her tons of art, I can promise her some art <3 My favorite linearts will be colored in with her, not to mentioned several other CS artists whom I'd love to have draw her ^^ She'll own her very own post in the new character thread I will be making soon, as well as (hopefully) become the sister of Lune's design. I'd most likely put her up for a mate, though I'd be quite picky of course, since she's quite fragile thanks to me being so mean to her with that history x3 Finally, it is most likely that she will show up in my stories or character entries as Cordelia and Jamie do, so keep an eye out for her <3

Personality:
Quinn is truly a magnificent soul, a treasure to meet. She see's life through eyes of understanding in fate. She believes not in karma, not in accidents, not in chance, only fate. To her, everything happens for a reason, whether it may be good or bad, or a bit of both. This understanding, she came to long ago.

Quinn finds the good in everyone, no matter how rugged they may seem. This, she finds, is never hard, though she knows that there are very few people who'd agree with this. She believes that no one is without some sort of kindness within them, otherwise, they would not be human. This, in fact, goes both ways. No one is purely kind, no one is purely heartless. To her, the balance will always lie in the middle, but it's up to you to decide which side of the balance that you will strive to portray to the world.

Every day, Quinn strives to show people to live life to its fullest, never hold back. If you have fears, face them, if you have feelings, embrace them, if you have dreams, fufill them. One thing about this young lady is that she is wonderful with persuasion, resulting in the thanks of many people of which she'd helped with this philosophy of hers, but she herself would always be the one that would never be convinced by this charm of hers. And for this, she cannot forgive herself.

See, Quinn has always been broken, ever since the day that her mother drowned in the ocean, but she's always trying to pick up the pieces and put them together, quietly and single-handedly. Because of this, she is often left defensive and terribly reserved, the tales of her mother kept safely tucked away inside her, along with her many other secrets.

Secretive, broken, kind... This is Quinn.


Likes:
---Water
---Jesse (No doubt)
---Dawn
---Nature (With a distinct preference to flowers)
---Photography
---Family and friends (She keeps them close and dear)
---Wide open spaces (Open fields and such)

Dislikes:
---Water (She's conflicted about this)
---Lightning//thunder (It scares her)
---Vehicles (The vibrations and noise tend to spook her) (<---This disliking is strictly with her wolf/coyote form, not human.)
---Poachers (Once again, wolf/coyote form, not human.)

Quinn Human Description:
Chocolate brown hair with darker brown streaks, wavy, down to lower-spine, Bi-colored eyes; one emerald green, one purple/indigo. pretty average height, though slightly shorter than others, with deeply tanned skin.
Jesse Human Description:
Dirty blondish-brown hair, cut short, with deep brown eyes (Nearly black) and only slightly tanned skin.

History/Background:

Sometimes people build up walls,
Not to keep others out,
But to see who cares enough to break them down...

A beautiful young girl could be found at the edge of the pier, sun pooling down around her on the beautiful summers day. In her eyes, it was a mockery to her mothers memory; the skies should be mourning the loss with dulling grey clouds and showering rain, not celebrating with such a stunning, sunlit day. But this day, so bright and sunny, was fate. That, she knew. She learned more than she wanted to about fate, all those years ago.

That day, watching her own mother struggle helplessly in the crashing waves, always reaching out for the lifeguard but always just missing, Quinn being held back by two strong arms, hearing her fathers screams at her side as he, too, was held back, had left her broken. Shattered, even. Her eyes remained hollow these days, though not nearly as hollow as they were now, on the anniversary of her mothers death.

"Mommy! Mommy!" My lungs were burning like fire, white-hot pain hitting me hard in the throat as I screamed out her name, my voice cracking with the effort to be heard over the relentless, vicious waves. Those waves were merciless as they closed her in, hard, against the cliffside, her head colliding with the stone. "Mommy...?" It was a question now, not screamed nor expectant. It was simply... Broken. The thrashing, the attempts to grasp the lifeguards hand, the screams of fear, it all came to such an abrupt halt that I just knew... She wasn't comming back to us.
At the age of six, I watched my mother die.

The world was brought back to her by muffled footsteps, heard faintly from behind. Slowly, the soft steps came closer as the unseen body came forward along the pier, each step like a soft rythm that soothed her thoughts, and for a wonderful moment, bringing her back to the days when her mothers beautiful voice would fill the air with a song so sweet, a mother lulling her daughter to sleep. With this thought, a tear escaped her, slowly sliding down her cheek like a small diamond, catching the sunlight.

"This would belong to you, I assume?" To Quinn, he held out a delicate silver chain, fit for Quinns ankle, three green circles resting there, the sun lighting up the chain with breathtaking beauty. At first glance, Quinn immediately moved forward, reaching out for the treasured anklet, but the man was already bringing it down to her. "You dropped it earlier... I guess you couldn't really hear me over all the other people around when I tried telling you." The stranger sat down at her side, easily letting his feet hang loosely over the side of the pier, while Quinn sat shakily with her legs hugged close to her chest. Never would she go in... She just couldn't.

"Jesse Taylor." Holding out his hand for her, she shook it in return, her small fingers lacing themselves around his hand.
"Quinn Kress."
And so it began. The late nights of simple talking by the pier, the undetermined yet constant time that he'd show up at the Cafe, waiting for her shift to finish, all the little things that they told eachother that didn't seem important alone, but added up, they were the world. It was finding him at her doorstep, drenched from head to toe with rain because his truck wasn't starting up so he grabbed a bike, it was their dumb thumb wrestling matches that he'd never let her win, it was the fact that he'd let her fall asleep on his shoulder. A cliche, their time together was, but it was the most beautiful cliche she'd ever seen.

When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song,
The one we danced to all night long,
The moon like a spotlight on the lake...

"Jesse!" The squeak of surprised sounded loudly in the late night air, the world around them hushed and silent, as Jesse's sudden appearance gave her a startle. His laughter filled the air around her, his arms weaving their way around her waist so easily that she found herself believing that those arms belonged there. But the arms that kept her in place were gone just as quickly as they came, instead pulling away to twirl Quinn on her toes, leaving her own laughter falling into unison with his.

Quinn, in sweats and a tanktop in the middle of the night at the park, let herself be spun around to the sound of Tim McGraws voice as he sung out "Live like you were Dying". Finally, she felt him tug softly on her arm, pulling her just a little closer. A smile fell across her features as she felt his arms return to their place around her waist, and as let her head fall to his shoulder, she could have sworn she felt him smile too.

"Quinn... Where'd you get that anklet?" His voice was so soft, so careful, that she found herself wondering why he'd even asked; he already knew. She could hear it. But he didn't let her go, simply kept her close, swaying her even as the song came to a close.
"My mother... She gave it to me as I birthday present, a couple weeks before she... Passed away." Quinn explained softly, her voice a mere whisper. If it'd been forced any louder, she knew it would have cracked. For a long moment, he was silent, something she was thankful for. She didn't want pity, she only wanted freedom.

"Her death... Did it have anything to do with water?" These words, so dead on, caused her to flinch, an involuntary movement that caused her eyes to burn and sting, threatening tears, because she knew that in that moment, she'd set a secret free. For that moment, the box in which she tucked away, deep inside, had opened, if only for a second. She could lie now... Not to him.
"How... Jesse, how did you know that?" She pulled away slightly, just enough to see his face, despite the darkness that kept him nearly hidden.

His deep brown eyes reflected slight guilt as he replied, rubbing the back of his neck slightly. "Well, I just... I see you. I saw how careful you were to keep your feet out of the water that first day on the pier, and every other day at the pier. And when we went to the park that day... You wouldn't cross the bridge, and I know you said that you just didn't want to be late getting back to your dad, but I saw you eyeing that bridge. It didn't look sturdy... You were scared to cross." He finished with a quiet voice, as if, while Quinn was scared to cross, he was scared of what she'd say.

But she said nothing. Only pulled him just a bit closer, their lips meeting gently. There, standing in the rain, the night before Jesse's departure.

I remember the simple things,
I remember till I cry,
But the one thing I wish I'd forget,
The memory I wanna forget,
Is goodbye...

Quinn sat with him on the bench, her body curled into him as he ran his fingers through her hair. "You don't have to go, you know." She whispered through the many voices of the hustle and bustle of the airport. Strands of hair stuck to her damp cheeks, her eyes read and puffy, but she found herself thinking that maybe it wasn't bad. Jesse knew her, the real her, so why not all of her? Giving a sad smile at the thought, she rested her head against his, sighing softly.

He wrapped his two hands around her single one, kissing it lightly. "You know, some days I wish I could have saved you from the life your living, without a mother. But then, I realise that without that, I would have never found you at that pier. I know that thought is selfish of me, and I know I shouldn't think that, but I just can't help myself. I just can't." It was barely heard, being such a small whisper in return, but in that moment, she felt herself fall in love with him all over again.

Their gaze, so steady and sweet, was broken by the voice of a woman, ringing out across the airport, announcing Jesse's flight. Lowering her gaze to her lap, she felt his soft lips brush her cheek briefly, bidding her goodbye. At that, she drew in a shaky breath, looking back up at him. "Goodbye Jesse Taylor." She whispered, forcing a smile onto her tear stained face.
"Goodbye Quinn Kress."

Their interlocked fingers broke away slowly as Jesse stood, taking in a deep breath before walking forward, toward his flight. As he did so, Quinn pulled her camera from her hand bag, tucking a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear before raising the camera to eye level. While she zoomed in closer, Jesse turned, taking in one last glance of her. Click! A smile crossed his lips at this, before he was hidden away from her by the many people whom roamed the airport.

Despite him no longer being able to see her, she returned the smile, looking down at the picture she'd taken. The smile only grew as she saw his surprised smile, so full of love, staring back up at her from the camera screen. Her expression softening, she flicked through the many photos, few being of herself, mostly only Jesse or she and Jesse smiling up from the screen. Confusion crossing her gaze, she looked harder at the photo, one she hadn't taken. She let another smile brighten her features at the sight of Jesse's arms around her waist, him holding her from behind as Quinn attempted to escape his grip, their expressions full of laughter.

This, was her favorite. Thank you Daddy. She smiled to herself, tucking the camera away inside her bag.

Near, far, wherever you are,
I believe that the heart does go on...

Letters passed constantly, each one kept and treasured.

Dear Quinn,
Things are well here, we're...

Dear Jesse,
I'm glad to here that all is well...

Dear Quinn,
I may not be able to write for awhile, things are getting tough around here and I'll be needed more often, but don't worry about me, I'll be home before you know it...

The letter became fewer, then rare, then... Never. She didn't hear for months, not one letter. To be honest... She was petrified to turn on the news, or read the papers. She just couldn't bring herself to it.

She jumped, a knock sounding at the door, giving her a startle. Shaking it off, she hurried to open the door, surprised to see the mailman awaiting her. A smile broke out across her face, earning a chuckle from Reggie, the mailman. Thanking him for the delivery, she quickly tore open the letter, only to have her face fall in an instant. It wasn't Jesse's handwriting.

Dear Quinn Kress,
I understand that you don't know me, but my name is Nathan Waters, a close friend of Jesse's. I'm sorry it took so long for me to write you... I couldn't exactly find a way to put things into words.
I hate this, so, so much but... I need to. Quinn, Jesse died, about two weeks ago. He was shot in the neck, and didn't make it. I didn't want to be the one to tell you, but you deserved to know. But, I did find something in his bunk. It was only half finished, but I knew you'd want to see it.
I know how you feel, I mean, he was my best friend. I just... I'm sorry. I really am. I knew how much he cared about you... Mostly because he wouldn't shut up half the time, telling me about how great you were. I know things are difficult, but I hope the letter of his that I attatched helps a bit.

Signed, your hopeful friend of the future,
-Nathan Waters

The letter fell from her finger tips, slowly gliding downward to land on the floor. She did the same, letting the devastation cross her face as she leaned back against the wall, slowly sliding down until she sat on the ground, tears streaking her face. The pain was indescribable. She'd never experienced such piercing knives, tearing holes through her heart that she knew would scar and remain. She just couldn't take it, it killed her so badly.

Tears still streaming down her cheeks, she tossed the envelope aside, momentary surprise crossing her shadowed face as a soft clang! sounded as the envelope hit the ground. Slowly, she reached out her fingertips for the envelope, hand shaking from her sobs. Enclosing her fingers around the envelope, she thought of Jesse's fingers enclosing themselves around hers, intertwining with ease. Drawing in a shaky breath, she pulled the envelope onto her lap, pulling out the next piece of paper.

This piece of paper, she was surprised to find, was written in Jesse's handwriting.

Dear Quinn,
I'll be coming home soon, though the days will be short, probably a mere three or four days. I need you to know that I'm crazy about you. I honestly can't imagine how I'd ever found the life before you even slightly entertaining. Quinn... During those three or four days... I want to get married. I love you Quinn, and I need you. Marry me, Quinn Kress. I've already talked to your father, and

With shaking hands, she set the letter down beside her, a soft shadow of a smile appearing on her lips. Carefully, She picked up the envelope once again, sliding a hand inside. She felt her finger brush something cold, bringing a gasp to her lips. Tentatively, She pulled out the small object. She'd never seen anything so breathtaking.

I went skydiving,
I went, rocky mountain climbing,
I went, two point seven seconds,
On a bull named Fumanchu...

She waited. For what, she didn't know, but she just felt the need to wait. She found herself standing on the edge of the pier, the sky informing her that it wasn't even dawnbreak. She'd been there for hours, having not slept a wink whatsoever. Sighing, she opened her eyes again, only to find the very awakening of dawn, the sun just peaking over the mountains, milky light bathing the town. This was it. This was the sign she'd needed. And with that, she plunged into the depths below, Jesse's engagement ring clutched safely to her chest.

She had braced herself for a pounding ache, but she only found peace. She finally felt that her world was falling away into a peaceful lull, her senses of swimming rushing back to her as though she'd swam only yesterday. There, floating along in the lake, kicking and flipping, she felt so much closer to her mother, so much closer to Jesse. She felt as though they were with her there, swimming at her side.

Later, as she sat at the kitchen table, she lifted her eyes to where the letters still sat on the table, her father having not been there last night to clean them away because he'd been away on a short business trip. Once again, she felt a lurch in her chest at the sight, eyes falling back to the barely-eaten sandwich in front of her. Sighing, she forced her gaze upwards again, taking a sharp intake of breath before pushing her chair back. Nathan deserved an answer.

Dear Nathan Waters,
Thank you. I mean... If it weren't for you, I never would have known until the soldier homecoming. I'd been too scared to watch the news, or pick up a newspaper, I just couldn't stand the thought of finding his name in the list of deceased. I couldn't bring myself to bear that kind of pain, constantly dreading the next day every night, in fear of finding his name in the news. But... Thank you, all the same. I'd expectant that blind knowledge would be easier... It wasn't.
I know you to were best friends... He talked about you all the time. He'd tell me stories about the times when you and him would go on dirt biking expeditions, always trying but constantly failing. It was nice, listening to him tell me about the people he knew. It made me feel like I'd always been a part of his life.
I see that I'm simply rambling now. I'm sorry, I guess its just nice to find someone who really knew him. But, hopefully I'll know you one day too; I know he's wanted us to meet for awhile now.

Sincerely,
Quinn Kress

For a moment, she set the pencil back down on the table, only to pick it back up again, flipping it over to the side of the eraser, erasing her last name from the page.

Sincerely,
Quinn Taylor

~♥~

Two days later, she found herself walking past a large garage, not exactly looking for anything, but finding fate behind the situation all the same, because as she glanced over to wave to the man working outside, her eyes fell upon a large sailboat, not exactly a regular boat, but quite large for a sailboat. Written along the side: FOR SALE.

What made her do it, she'd never understand, but soon enough, she found herself thanking Reggie, the man whom had been working outside the Garage, for the Sailboat. I must be absolutely crazy, she found herself thinking as she flopped herself down onto her bed. A whisper of a smile on her lips, she glanced out the window, out to the Sailboat that was now on her lawn.

She'd sail the world on this boat. She go everywhere, get out of this small little town full of painful memories. She would escape, and she'd bring Jesse and her mother along with her. They'd be with her on that boat, guiding her way. They'd be the gentle waves, they'd be the light from the lighthouse, they'd be everything and anything, simply guiding her along her journey. They'd be with her. That was all that mattered.


Art:
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By FieryFilly :3 If I don't win, this can go to the winner ^^

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By me :3 Drawing of the anklet that I talk about in her history ^-^

Other:

...Poem...

The spirits, they guide me,
The shadows, they hide me,
Secrets, secrets, binding my words,
My heart, my soul, going skywards.
I'll be with you one day.

[corgie]

I am looking to adopt adore with my love forever

Kennel number:
F54


Name:
Lynn
Reason behind the name
I thought something short, nice and sweet would fit her. I came up with Lynn pretty quickly and I think it fits her~ I think this because it is pretty, and simple just like her. I really think she truely likes like a Lynn or Flynne to me of course you may think otherwise but thats why I think it^^
Breed:
Smili
Sub-Species:
Common Smili
Size/Height: Meter at the Shoulder
Weight: 200kg


Why do you want this animal?:
I connect with her extremely much, she is beautiful and I did really want her first. I love her natural markings and I have the perfect story and ideas for her. I hope I'm lucky enough to own her, even if she was any other species I would want her, I cannot get enough of her markings and colour scheme.
What will you do for it?:
I would draw her, and write about her probably continuing her short stories & history. I'd also order art of her if I can, find her a mate and RP her if there is a smili RP. I'd do anything I could for her, I love her like she is a real creäture, that I could pet and stroke.



Personality:

Lynn as a cub was feisty and a handful, always doing something naughty or getting in trouble. She is still a bit feisty, but she's more mature and stubborn now. She enjoys being with other smili and hopes to find herself a nice group of them aswell. She's sweet and loyal, and she cares greatly about others. Though she's a bit torn because her family is deceased and she was the only survivor. She loves to hunt, and climb up small trees. She also enjoys finding out abandoned human stuff.

Likes:

Autumn; She loves the different colored and shaped leaves, the smells and just everything preparing for a long winter. She loves the beauty
The Sunrise; If she gets up early enough sometimes Lynn can watch her favorite thing, the sunrise. See loves the colors and how they are blended and how everything soon turns back to life and the world wakes up.
Other Smili; She enjoys the company of other smili, and hates being alone because she feels vulnerable and weak. She always dreamed of being in a group of her own with others.
Hunting; Lynn loves the thrill of hunting and the pride of catching it. Usually though, she goes for easier prey so she doesn't risk getting injured.
Climbing; Lynn doesn't climb for hunting, sometimes she does if its large prey. Usually though she climbs up just to look around her, the world she is living in.

Dislikes:

Fighting; Whether or not is hunting or for territory or anything really. Lynn hates battles especially with other smili or her prey, or if she has to watch it. Usually she has to watch it because she is too afraid to move, since she'd rather not be chased and injured.
Death; After seeing her families death, she dislikes it so strongly. She also hates the one who murdered them, the one who let her life even though he knew that she was their.
Falling; More than anything when she climbs up trees she hates falling, slipping or jumping off them. She hates it so much because she can get easily injured or killed from it.





History:

Lynn was raised in a now burn down forest, which was in the mountains. These mountains were warm though, and very small compared to other ones. It was believed to be only 300ft. They lived on the very start of it, a very forested area. They lived in a small cave, her and her siblings played all day and slept during the night.
~
On a crisp autumn morning, as the leaves drifted to the ground and the wind blew smoke came from the forest. Another smili had caused a fire somehow. He grinned with satisfaction as Lynn's family couldn't escape the fire, or the smoke. Soon the whole forest was on fire, the trees were burning as the leaves on the ground. Her father and mother quickly picked her and her sibling up and tried to climb up the mountain. But the smoke was rising too quickly and the dropped Lynn and her sibling.
~
Lynn rolled down, scrabbling to get her balance she landed on the ground. Smoked filled her lungs and she coughed, slowly she got up and ran as fast as she could down an old path into a deep cave that opened up on the other side of the mountain. She and her sibling found it when they were out playing and she still remembered it. Slowly she climbed down into darkness, she knew these tunnels so she quickly arrived at the other side where the fire was just starting to get too. She knew if she went now to the forest on the other side she'd get stuck in the fire. So she crawled back down into the tunnel, and curled up hoping her family was okay but she could convince herself that they were okay.
~
The next morning, Lynn slowly ventured out when she peeked her head out. She cried instantly, nothing was left but ashes and burnt trees. Slowly she walked out of the tunnel, she called and called for her parents but nothing or no one replied. She walked to the other side, she didnt' want to find her parents for she feared if she found them they might not be alive. She gave up and assumed they were gone. Killed in the fire, from the burning embers or the smoke. She missed them dearly and wished she was with them instead of abandoning them. But the more she thought about it the more she realized they had abandoned her.
~
When they dropped her and her sibling, her mom didn't help her instead she ran up the mountain faster. Her father, had collapsed and was coughing, but her mom left them left them all to die. She snarled a bit, angry with her mother she had loved her so much now she couldn't remember why. Slowly she traveled to the other forest, it seemed nicer untouched and beautiful. She liked this forest better, always. But until she was old enough her mom wouldn't let her leave, and now finally she could live where she wanted too.
~
After much walked, she came upon a stream which was near a large tree. Under the tree was a den-like place, and it was empty nothing was living there. Happily Lynn walked over to the stream, and drank to her heart's content. Than she crawled under the tree and curled up. Her paws ached along with her chest and head but at least she wasn't thirsty anymore and finally getting rest. Tomorrow though she knew she would have to catch her own food.
~
The next morning was beautiful, and warm perfect hunting weather. Looking in the stream she caught a few fish, gobbling them up she looked for more food. She also caught a few birds, and ate some eggs. She couldn't find any of her favorite food though deer and rabbits. Sighing with relief though she couldn't find much food at least she ate some, her paws no longer her and she felt refreshed. So she went out still on the hunt for anything she could find. She found signs of deer and rabbits living here, in the forest now she just had to find them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her finding the deer and hunting them comes later, once she becomes an adult ^^.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Adult-Hood

After long searchings, Lynn finally found the deer herd. It was large, and many of the deer where plump and slow. Slowly Lynn crept up to the herd and pounced grabbing a old buck. It was an easy kill, and she quickly dragged him back to the safety of her den.





Art:
-- Unable to do, maybe later I can --

Other:

To-Do List
- History < Finished
- Basic Info < Finished
- Art < Unabled to do in 2 hours :C
- Personality < Finished
- Make this my first finished for EVER <3 - < Done, pretty much!

[LunarFaith]

I am looking to love...



Kennel number:
114

Name:
Grace

Breed:
German shepard

Gender:
Female

Eye color:
Blue/purple. The color of this text ^^

Age:
17 (Pretending she's human) / 3 (Dog years)

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I've recently been seeking some new characters to replace my old, rundown designs. I find that adopting a character shows much more dedication, from me, than if I were to create one <3 PoH is known for having amazing character's and a very fair sistem, so I've decided to come back here to adopt a few new characters, if posible ^^ <3

I simply adore brown/natural designs, like this one here. <3 I can't help but see the spots on her back as turtle markings X3 It makes me love her all the more <3 I just couldn't help myself ^^. I would, of course, place her beautiful design on my character's page, along with her info. Syra would be fully credited for her <3.

I cannot promise her art from popular artists, nor can I promise her a popular owner, but I can promise that she will be plenty loved and have a wonderful home in my thread <3 Though the chance of me winning her is small, I do hope to finally write out this story that has been wandering in my thoughts for a while now :3 Also, as a young artist, I would like to use her to practice my art, since her design is complicated but not impossible ^^.

Personality:
Grace is an artist. Well not really, but the word artist comes to mind when she lets her personality show. She's creative in every way, from the way she talks to the way she view's life. Expression is no secret with her. Her eyes show her every emotion as easy as if she were to tell you herself. She see's the world as others do not. That flower, that others look past. They step on it, they ignore it. Grace does not. She spots those simple plesures in her suroundings, those small bits of happiness.

That said, Grace is not open about the artist lurking inside off her. She's a quiet girl, living in a quiet town. Life has never been easy for Grace, yet she's learned to hide her true self in the deepest corner's of her being.

Likes:
Grace view's the beauty in everything. Of course, there are certain things she admires the most, like the beauty of nature and her love of art, but simply speeking she 'likes' life in general.

Dislikes:
There is little, if nothing, that Grace dislikes. She feels that nothing in the world is wrong, as long as it's done with the right intentions. It's quite hard to dislike something if it brings happiness to another.

History/Background:

I glanced at the clock once more, only to notice its hands had bearly moved. Time seemed slow now, as if the world had slowed its pace. I shifted my weight impatiently on the stool I was perched on.

This is how it's happened everyday since school let out. Sitting on my stool, behind this rotton old desk, I waited. He showed up about the same time everyday. Though I didn't quite enjoy my job at the book store, something about his visits always made that day just a little bit better.

I pulled out my sketch pad from its old hidding spot and slipped it gently onto my lap, along with the pencle I kept tucked behind my ear. My figers moved softly over each page as I looked at each one slowly. I wasn't supprised to find myself smiling at the drawings I had created, each one of him. Not one of them looked like another. Some were of his whole being, body and all, whilst other's were more simple. An eye, a hand, simple perfections on his body. As I turned the page to the last drawing, my little smile grew to pride. Yesterday he had come in for an excessive amount of time, lounging on the library's sofa as he started off a new book. I had drawn only his face, but the serious emotion he portraid was undiscribable. This one, I knew, would be my favorite for a long, long time.

The gentle song of the old doorbell awoke me from my thoughts. I swiftly closed the book and tucked it safly under my arm, sliding my pencle back into its original spot. I dared to glance up at the boy walking towords me, obviouse pride and life in his pale green eyes. Warm blood flodded my cheaks, I could almost feel the heat rolling off my facial features. He was back, just on time.


FOR LUNAR ONLY:
~Meets Charlie
~He tells her of her past
~They explore the world together "This right here is the definition of timeless."
~He admits that he is terribly ill
~She wants to save him
~"Save me? Darling, you saved me long ago. You gave me life once again. Now, as I pass on, I will not struggle. The spirits may take me, now that you've let me live a life so sweet."
Art:

Other:
Please excuse my major WIP, I'll be editing soon with a nice long history <3 ^^

[Dia.]

I am looking to give a forever home to...

Adoption Information
Kennel number:
P17

Names:
True Name-
Karishma
Pronounced Kah-rish-mah
Meaning Miracle

Now Named-
Neha
Pronounced Nay-ha
Meaning Cherished or Beauty

Also Known As-
Avanishwari
Pronounced Av-an-esh-wuh-ree
Meaning Queen of the earth or Title for a queen

Gender:
Female

Orientation:
Straight

Age:
When She Died-
12 Years

Current Age-
Unknown

Other Information-
Immortal/Unaging

Breed:
Bengal Tiger

Origin:
India

My Heart Was Stolen

Why I Want This Animal:
Neha caught my eye when I first discovered the Pound of Hope prior to my form for the Spotty dog. It was a hard choice deciding between the two, but I had chosen to go for the dog. No one has any idea on how happy I was that this character had not been given out during the last code drop!
She is an absolutely beautiful character between the general tiger pelt and the feathers. The design is appealing to the eye while being both simple and complex. This really gives more room for the character's personality to develope and show through.
I've actually been thinking of a story, but the right characters havent come along to fill the roles. I feel that Neha would be an amazing addition to my characters. She seems to possess some sort of artistic drive for me and she could very well pose as my muse. To me, she looks very musical and artistic. These traits speak to me greatly, as I am really into the visual and preforming arts. I have been suffering from a nasty form of art block, and as I keep looking back at her picture and this form, I can feel it slowly drifting away.
I feel that she would fit in extremely well in my mind-world with my other characters and on my thread.

What I Will Do For This Animal:
Neha will be placed in her rightful spot on my character thread if I am so honored to recieve her. Also, I am planning on making a site for my characters to live on. If this does happen, she will be moved there.
I will also be showering her in love and art. Even though tigers *definately* aren't my forte... I'm willing to learn.
If I am lucky enough to win Neha, she will also be featured in little stories that I write and mess around with.
Also, if I can find a nice enough RP, I will use her as a character.


Giving You A Soul, a Life, and a Dream

Personality:

Prudent
Because she isnt terribly adventurous, Neha has more common sense and good judgement than many. She will always think carefully before doing something and will never dive into something without know what will happen as a result.
Indecisive
Neha will think about something for even days on end before making a final decision. Even then, she may not be happy with her choice. She is afraid of what might happen if she is wrong about her choice. She will often change her mind multiple times, thinking every thing over and coming up with many different outcomes. Most of the time, a little extra pressure is needed for Neha to make a decision in a timely manner.
Docile
Neha isn't bold or demanding. She is willing to go along with what others want to do and would be described as more of a follower than a leader. She is often very compliant and submissive, which might throw a lot of weight onto her shoulders.
Gentle
She has a very mild frame of mind. Rarely, will she unleash her anger out on someone who is innocent. She tries extremely hard to avoid violence. Neha also tries to be friendly and kind.
Scholarly
Neha likes to believe that she is extremely educated and intelligent. In many ways, she is. Often times, she will sit and think alone or observe the world around her. She loves to learn about new things and she feels satisfied when a choice had been made from research.
Sensative
It is very easy for Neha to pick up on other's emotions, no matter the species. She is extremely empathetic for this reason and finds it easy to help someone through a difficult time.

Likes:

Light
"The light... it fills me with warmth and hope. Nothing possesses the power that the light provides. Light is endless. Light is eternal."
Neha holds light and all of its prowess very, very close to her heart. Without it, she is aware that nothing can grow. Without light, life isnt possible. She holds the light in her highest regards, and fears the time when the day is never seen again.

Stars
"The stars reveal a story in themselves. Many say they dont exist. I say that they just dont look hard enough."
There is but one element of the night that Neha respects: the stars. The stars are so far away, yet they have the strength to carry their light so her eyes can view their beauty. She loves sitting outside at night, simply staring at the stars as they sparkle in the sky.

Quiet
"Quite is a symbol of peace. No one has ever heard a quiet war... Aren't I correct?"
Neha loves the peacefull atmosphere that silence provides. It allows her to think and study without distraction. It makes her feel safe when she is alone and there is barely any noise.

Birds
"Ive never met a grounded being that has never been jealous of the bird's ability to fly. It is a power I would kill to possess... but tiger paws are simply not meant to leave this ground behind."
Neha has always been envious of the bird's ability to soar high above the trees in the sky. Sanity keeps her grounded, as she knows that she is not build to fly. Instead, she satisfies her mind by watching these beautiful animals and listening to their songs.

Feathers
"As a tiger, I've got no feathers... but the birds do. The feathers help them soar gracefully through the air, as if nothing could keep them on the ground... they defy gravity."
Feathers hold a seemingly magical beauty in the eyes of Neha. She sees them as a symbol of freedom. She adores observing the colorful patterns in the feathers of the birds she watches. Neha even wears feathers as earings, believing that they will bring her good luck and preserve her freedom.

Life
"Even the dead had to have been given the gift of life at some point. One does not exist without life."
To Neha, life is precious. You only live once, so why throw it away? She wants to make the best of out her life and believes that it is an incredible gift. She wakes every morning, thankful to have been given at least one more day alive.

Beautiful Scenery
'Nothing calms the soul more than the sight of nature spread out before you in a beautiful scene of harmony."
One of Neha's favorite things to pass time with is sitting near the edge of a cliff that is looking over the scenery around it. It is so calming to Neha and gives her inspiration.

Music
"Music is as much of an art form as a painting, only it paints a picture with sound."
Music makes Neha feel at peace. It makes her think and often times, a good song will allow her to paint a picture in her mind of what is going on. Her favorite music genre would be classical, because the only limit to what could happen in the musical story is her imagination.

Art
"Art influences the way people act. If the art provides a sense of serenity, then those around it will be far more at peace than those by a violent scene of masaquer."
Neha loves to observe art and the technique that is used in it. She enjoys both the preforming and visual arts, as they both provide the different, yet the same feeling.

Dislikes:
Night
"Nothing good can come out of the thing that challenges the day."
To Neha, the night seems to be some form of evil. Everything about it, except the stars, she dislikes. The moon brings about an eerie feeling that almost forewarns of a terrible happening. The fact that the sky turns dark and gloomy frightens her. Neha is worried for the day that the sun never rises and the time of eternal night begins.

Death
"Nothing can stop life like death can."
Death is one of Neha's worst enemies. She despises those times when the flashback of her death continues to haunt her. She doesnt like the feeling that it is the only thing that can truely make you give up your life and what you love to do. Even if she continued to live after her death, it is definately not the same as it was.

Violence
"There is something utterly wrong about the inhabitants of our world. Why do we instinctively turn to violence for everything?"
Violence automatically spawns death, heartbreak, and grief. It is something that Neha believes should be avoided at all costs. She doesnt think that something so rediculous should be allowed to flourish like it does. She doesnt understand how people simply choose to go to war for a small reason. She fails to see how anger can so quickly explode into violence.

Fire
"Something that can devour a whole community in a matter of hours is definately something that I would stay away from."
Neha is scared of fire, especially if it is untamed. She understands the usefulness of a natural blaze. However, she still ultimately dislikes the way it can kill and destroy without even trying. Neha usually links fire to violence, and then violence to death. Many of the things she dislikes seem to blend together.

Loud
"Shattering the peace is a crime in my world."
Neha thrives in a quiet environment, and when a loud noise disrupts her thoughts, she becomes frustrated. Any loud, sudden noises cause her to become jumpy. She feels threatened when she cannot hear herself think.

Musical Information:
While Neha likes classical music, she also loves the calmer music written and preformed by Pink Floyd.

Theme Song-
Goodbye Blue Sky by Pink Floyd.

Favorite Song(s)-
Brain Damage/Eclipse by Pink Floyd.
Symphony No. 40 in G minor, first movement by Mozart

Makes Her Happy-
Oboe quartet, K. 370, 1st mvt., Allegro by Mozart
Any Colour You Like By Pink Floyd

Relationship Status:
Neha is currently single. She had many small relationships during her life, but nothing ever got far or lasted longer than a few months. She isnt looking for another relationship and plans on being single for a long time.

Physical Build and Appearance:
Neha is more lanky than muscular. Because of this, she has an extremely feminine look. She has long legs and an elegant long tail which she really is quite proud of. Her pelt is like that of a normal, natural tiger. The base color is a mild orange and her stripes cover her whole body. The tip of her tail is white, but still striped. She has beautiful, forest green eyes and wears an earing-type accessory in both ears. They are two peacock feathers on a string.

Mental Capacity:
Neha's mental capacity is higher than most. She stops to think all the time, and therefore has a more open mind about things. She is able to comprehend well and can handle having many things to do at a time.

Favorite/Theme Color(s):
Orange and Forest Green

Family:
Neha wasnt very close with her family after she left home. She tried to stay away from them as much as she could, and didnt know how meeting with them again would work out.

Father-
Neha was never close to her father. She doesnt remember meeting him, as he only saw her once before his death and that was when she was very, very young. Her mother avoided talking about him, afraid to harm Neha and her siblings. She only knows that his name was Agni, meaning fire.

Mother-
For the first year or so of her life, Neha's mother was very important to her. However, the fact that she was always keeping secrets from her children led Neha to become untrusting and suspicious. Slowly, their relationship dissolved, and Neha left her family as soon as she could. Her mother's name was Lilavati, meaning "having beauty."

Brothers-
Neha was quite close to her brothers. She enjoyed hanging around them and they shared the same attitude towards their mother. However, once Neha left, they only crossed paths a few times. It was clear that they both had changed. After a while, she purposely avoided them and didnt see them for quite a long time. One brother was named Aakil, meaning intelligent and smart. He and Neha were closer than Neha was with her other brother, as he didnt have the drive to fight. Balraj, meaning "king of power" was always on the move and was constantly trying to prove he was stronger than anything that crossed his path.

Other Important Figures:
Vibodh-
Prounounced Vih-bod-huh, his name means consciousness or awakening. He was the first friendly face that Neha met after leaving her mother and silblings and they were very good friends for quite some time. The two would have made an excellent pair if Neha had wanted to settle down in a relationship.

History/Background:

..:In the Beginning:..

Silence covered the forest like a thick fog that was suffocating all the life in it. The great female tiger lay her head down on her paws, looking around towards the curve of her belly where three tiny cubs lay curled against her. She sighed, and then shot an uneasy glance towards the entrance of her den. The lack of noise was unnerving. Pawsteps crunching on the ground beneath them made the female bunch her muscles, ready to jump to her paws and protect her children if it was needed.
"Relax, Lilavati. It's only me." Agni's deep, musical voice could be heard by the entrance of the den. The female calmed down and rested her head on her paws once more.
"Welcome home." She said, her voice light and airy. The male tiger's head appeared first, and it was then followed by two large paws as he padded over to his new family. He nuzzled Lilavati's ear fondly before sitting back. Lilavati flicked her tail and nudged a squirming cub carefully.
"Two males and a female." She said quietly. "I named the males: Balraj and Aakil. But I thought you might like to name your daughter." She didn't take her eyes off of the cubs.
"Karishma." Agni said, a faraway look in his eyes. "The miracle cub." Lilavati gave her mate a questioning look, wondering where the name came from and how he had come up with it so quickly. As if reading her mind, he whispered, "There is finally peace through the forest."

Karishma walked behind her mother as she shouldered her way through the dense undergrowth. She listened to her brothers scuffling around behind her. She sighed and kept walking forward.
"Come on guys, keep up." Lilavati said, and the young female heard her brothers run promptly back into formation.
"Momma?" She finally brought herself to say.
"Yes hon?" Lilavati asked, breaking a branch that was in her way.
"When will we get to meet our father?" She focused her eyes on the ground and nearly ran into her mother's hind legs when she stopped short in front of her. "Momma?"
"I cant say..." Lilavati muttered. She was quiet and Karishma felt her unhappiness flowing off of her in waves. The group of four tigers continued through the forest, an awkward silence descending upon them.

Lilavati kept up a brisk pace.How can I tell them that their father is dead and they they'll never see them? It would devastate them. How can children live a normal lives knowing that they will never meet their father?

..:As She Got Older:..

"Happy birthday to us!!"
The loud squeals made Karishma peel her deep green eyes open to stare at her brothers. She extended a paw and swatted them away.
"Do you have to wake me so early?" She muttered before curling up tighter and sticking her nose under her tail. This merely made Balraj and Aakil begin to prod and poke her, mewling in her ears, pulling her tail, and pawing at her sides. Finally, she unwound herself and rose to her paws. Her brothers readied themselves to run in case she attacked them, but the young female only stretched. Her jaws parted in a luxurious yawn and she kneeded the soft forest ground with her claws. She waved her tail before looking around, blinking.
"Where is momma?" She asked them.
"She's hunting. We were told to wake you and no matter what, stay here." Aakil said pointedly, sitting down and scratching a fallen stick that lay between his large paws.
"I cant believe that she didnt let us join her today." Balraj grumbled. He tore up the ground beneath his paws angrily.
The three cubs sat in their group making small bits of conversation while they waited for their mother to return.

It was only a matter of time until the orange and black striped pelt of Lilavati was visable through the tall grass. Her familiar scent wafted towards the three cubs and they exploded through the grass to meet her. She smiled as her sons rammed into her and Karishma sat down calmly.
"Come, the prey is this way." She shook her cubs out of her fur and started to lead the way through the undergrowth. Lilavati watched as they made a bee-line for the boar kill.
Karishma savored the meat as she ate rather than tearing through it like her brothers were.

Swiping her tongue over her muzzle, she stepped back from her meal and looked towards her mother. Lilavati had a distant look in her eyes, making her daughter venture close to her side.
"Momma? Are you ok?" She asked, her eyes that resembled the forest around them were wide with concern. When she didn't recieve an answer, she whispered quietly. "Is it becuse Father hasnt come yet?" There was still no answer from her mother. "MOMMA!" She yelped, frightened by Lilavati's silence.
Her mother jumped, "What is it?" Balraj and Aakil looked up from their meal at the sudden outburst, tails and ears flicking.
"Why wont you talk to me?" Karishma whimpered.
"I'm sorry honey. What were you asking?" Her mother looked down at Karishma apologetically.
"I want to know if you are ok." She muttered, staring at the ground.
"I'm fine."
"Then why do you seem so sad? Is it because Father hasn't come to see us?" Karishma pressed her mother for more answers.

Balraj shuffled over, his belly extended from his meal, "He seems real mean that he doesnt care about us enough to come and visit."
Karishma cuffed him over the head, "Dont say that!"
Lilavati stared down at her cubs, "Get back to the den." She said and flicked her tail.
"But Momma!" Balraj whined. The look that his mother gave him was enough to make his fur stand on end. The three cubs dashed through the grass, leaving their mother to follow in her own time.

Suddenly, a large form moved out of the bushes and stood in their path. One could almost hear the breaks squealing as the three cubs stopped a few feet before the large male tiger.
"I-I'll tear you to shreds!" Balraj let out a pitiful roar as she stepped in front of his siblings. The male tiger only laughed.
"Do you ever wonder why your father has never visited?" He asked, eyes narrowed.
Karishma said nothing, but heard her mother's pawsteps drumming on the forest floor. It would only be a moment before she arrived to chase the stranger off. The strange male continued without hearing an answer.
"Your father is--"
"Get out of here!" Lilavati screeched as she leapt at the stranger. The three cubs stumbled back, watching their mother. The strange male backed away.
"For shame, Lilavati. That is no way to treat an old friend. It also isnt right to keep the cubs' father's death a secret, now is it?" He turned and bolted through the bushes.
Karishma stared at her mother and Lilavati looked down at her daughter, "Kar--" She broke off as the young female ran past her.
"You couldn't just tell us?!" She kept running until she made it back to the den. This was where she stopped and looked around. She could hear her mother and brothers talking in the distance, but she wouldnt have any of that. She scrambled to the top of the rocks that formed their den. The small tigress hunched her shoulders and stared down at her paws.d

"Karishma... please. Talk to me." Lilavati's voice sounded as she padded up to the rock den. Her sons seemed upset, but they looked as if they would forgive their mother soon. However, her daughter seemed to be a different story. The way she sat hunched over and ignored her revealed that it would take a while to build that relationship back up again.

..:Leaving Her Family:..

Lilavati looked over her cubs as they slept... and it hit her like a brick wall that they were no longer her cubs. They were adults now... or at least close to it. A sharp pang of sadness stabbed her in the chest as she thought about the time when they would leave her.
Momma? She flicked her ears, thinking she was hearing her daughter from before she became so distant.
"Mother." Karishma said again irritably. Lilavati sighed and looked over at the younger female.
"Yes hon?" She asked, her heart aching as she looked at her. No matter what, she could still see that tiny cub in the now majestic tigress.
"I think it's time for me to leave..." She said. Lilavati said nothing for a moment. It all seemed too soon.
"If that's what you want to do." She finally forced the words through her muzzle.
"Yes, I've made my decision." Karishma turned to leave without saying another word. Suddenly, she heard her mother's voice
"Wait."

Karishma froze and turned, fixing her eyes on Lilavati.
"I-I'm sorry, hon. I really am. I never thought that not telling you about your father would hurt you worse than than keeping his death a secret." Her mother's voice was so pleading. She padded back so she was facing her and sighed.
"I know you're sorry. But things have to change." She rested her head on Lilavati's shoulder before backing away.
"Forgive me?" Her mother whispered.
With a sigh, Karishma said, "Yes, but it cant make up for that lost time."

She started to leave the den-site once more, leaving Lilavati staring after her.
"All things improve with time." Karishma said quietly before disappearing into the undergrowth. That was hope enough for her mother.

..:Life Alone:..

Wandering through the forest without hearing Balraj and Aakil behind her was a strange feeling... Karishma didnt like it. However, she pushed herself forward, refusing to run back home.

It had been like that for months and only now Karishma was adjusting to the silence around her. Slowly, she could feel herself begin to like the quiet. She enjoyed the peace and she loved listening to her paws thud rythmically on the damp forest floor. Karishma also found that without her brothers and mother talking, she could hear everything around her. The birds' calls and elaborate schemes facscinated her and she found herself whatching them for even hours at a time.

The female continued walking through the forests, doing her best to avoid other territories. Eventually, she found herself standing on the edge of a cliff, looking over a vast forest canopy below her. She sighed and sat down, staring at the lush green trees. A voice from behind almost caused her to plummet to her death.
"Hello there, Neha." The voice belonged to a male.
"M-My name isnt Neha." She managed to say. "Look, if this is your land, I'll leave." The male didnt reply.
"It is a lovely view isnt it?" He said quietly as he sat down next to her.
Karishma shuffled over a bit, eyes watching the male warily. All encounters she had with strange males in the forest had ended terribly. "Uh, yes, I guess it is." She squeaked nervously.
"Neha, you seem frightened." He turned his eyes to her and Karishma felt her pelt prickle.
"My name isnt Neha." The male laughed at her as she spat at him. "It's Karishma. It means miracle." She added this last part pointedly. The stranger just shook his head.
"I think that Neha is a better fit." He muttered. Karishma growled slightly.
"My father gave me that name! I think its perfect." She stared at him threateningly.

"Hey, hey. Relax." He said, his gaze unwavering. "It was meant to be a compliment."
Karishma let her muscles loosen and she looked at the male with a tilted head and a curious expression.
"Neha means cherished or beauty." His voice was barely audible, but hearing this made Karishma's pelt start to burn. It started at her tail tip and spread like a wild fire through her limbs, barrel, neck, and then to her ears. She looked away, slightly flattered, slightly ill at ease.
"Are you planning on sticking around?" The male asked her. Karishma shrugged and finally was able to raise her head. Clearly embarrased, the male rushed to introduce himself.
"I'm Vibodh."
"It's nice to meet you." Karishma said, flicking her tail. She glanced out over the forest canopy again.

The pair walked away from the cliff and through the forest. Karishma trusted the male now and she let her guard down slightly.
"You seem kind of young to be wandering by yourself, Karishma." Vibodh said while they walked.
"Well yes. I left home kind of early." She sighed. It was clear that he wanted to know more, but he kept his muzzle shut.
The two tigers walked in silence until they reached a thick part of the jungle. Karishma could hear the roar of a cascading waterfall and lifted her head higher to try to find the source.
"You are looking for the Falls?" Vibodh asked, and before recieving an answer he shouldered his way through some thick bushes. Karishma followed him through.

When she reached the other side, she stopped and her jaw hung open. The waterfall was larger than one she had ever seen. The roar was tremendous and she shuddered thinking how horrid it would be to be swept over the edge.
"It's... So... Big..." She finally squeaked out.
"It's enormous, nevermind big." The male pointed out as he sat down.


Art:
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Other:


Yeah, I dont have time to finish my form. -__-
If she is given out, I congratulate whoever wins her. However, if she isnt, I will make sure to finish this form by the next code drop after I return from my trip.
Thanks for this opportunity to try for her. xD

[caats]

I am looking to adopt love and care for...
Picture:
Kennel number:
P114
Name:
Nine Lives
Breed:
Wolf/Leopard mix
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: She'll probably become my most used character, because i love her already and she might be my fursona. I might make a story of her. She's perfect, the design, all of it. I've been trying to make a charrie similar to her, and now I have found the perfect one, everything about her pulled me in, the colours, the beautiful design, all of it.
Personality:
Nine Lives is a tough as nails tomboy. She has three settings, on, off and super-charged. She loves to swim and have fun. She's great at climbing trees and when she want s to be a alone, thats were she goes. She loves to play practical jokes and hang out with friends. She likes to draw attention to her self and gets jealous rather easily.
Likes:
Her favorite pass time is reading, especially when she's alone. She enjoys being with friends and looking for new ones. She likes to climb trees, most tall, pine trees. She loves the way pine smells and listening to music . Being in charge.
Dislikes:
Anyone who is very loud or annoying. Not being in charge. Bossy people. People who lie to try to impress people. People who think they're better then her.
History/Background:
Nine Lives was born on the coldest day of winter, along with her sister. Both of her parents were extremly pround, for other animals said a leopard and a wolf would never be albe to have children, but they were wrong. It was clear from the start that her parents liked Six Steps, her sister, better. Six Steps, or Steps, as most called her, always had first choice when their parents came home from hunting, but she always let Nine Lives choose first. Why? She never said. It was clear from the start Steps loved Nine, and Nine loved her back, she just had no idea why she did. Steps could have ben the one that never went to bed hungry, or the one that never got the coldest bed. She told Nine, that Nine deserved better, and not what their parents gave her. Nine and Step's parents became mad, at Steps for disobeying them, yet they punished Nine for what Steps had done. Steps was sick of her parents, her life, she was the rebellious type, and right now, that part of her was taking over. Steps had told Nine her plan...to run away. Nine was shocked, for a cub who acted so sweet and kind, running away? She finally agreed, leaving the details to Steps.
Art: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... auto&rev=1 getting more
Other:

[Sheriff Carolina]

I am looking to adopt... love and cherish until the end of time <3

Picture:

Image:

Lineart used (if any): Personal lineart.
Name: -Not named-
Gender: -Not specified-
Species: Smili, please chose a sub-species when you fill out your form.
Preferences:
Read and respect all information in the smili topic. Your form should mirror the species so try to stick to the species standards in the personallity/story/etc. sections of your form.
Can not be a fursona or anything else fursona-related (mate, child, relative...)
No design or feature changes.
Please give it a good home.
Very few, very crude accessories or body paint can be added, refere to the smili thread before adding anything.
No human or anthro forms.
Species is not changeable.
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.

Kennel number:
F55

Name:
Kato

Breed:
Smili (Jungle)

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
When I first found the Smili species, I was very interested in trying my hand at owning one for myself. I have been following the thread for some time now, and when I saw that Spotty had put some up for adoption, I had to take a peak. While the other Smili are gorgeous, this one caught my eye and captured my heart.

Even though it is beautiful, it's looks aren't the only reason I have continued loving this species. Kato and his kind are amazing inspiration for creative arts of the mind and soul. While expressing the love I have for this Smili through drawings and sketches is fantastic, I would much rather use him in my writings. His personality mixed in with his habitat and family could make for a great story.

Personality:
Kato has a naturaly friendly nature, but when irritated, he can have a very short temper. He is a very social being and has many friends, but sometimes he feels like just keeping to himself. He has a good sense of humor and sees himself as the comedian among his friends. Although he can be seen with a smile on his face most of the time, he also knows when and how to be serious. He takes after his father in his characterisms, but looks more like his mother. While he also has a big personality, he also has a big heart. He's waiting for that special someone to come along and to make his life complete.

Likes:
Long walks, jokes, the outdoors, girls, running, smiling, hunting, and his friends.

Dislikes:
Annoying and irritating Smili, being stuck with nothing to do, resistant prey, and staying away from home for too long.

History/Background:
He grew up with both a father and a mother, and he was happy growing up as an only child. He enjoyed the company of his parents, but liked being with his friends. He used to feel like his parents were restricting him from doing things young Smili did, but when his younger brother and sister were born, that feeling went away. The twins called for more of his parents attention, so he started taking off with his friends and getting into more and more trouble with the elders. Finally, one day after being caught in the territory of another group of Smili not far off, his parents forbade him to see his friends again. He got in an argument with them both and took off, ready to never return. Little did he know that the group of Smili he had bothered had followed him and his friends back to their territory. During the night while he was gone, his parents were killed in their sleep. Luckily his siblings were hidden away in another room in their burrow, but when he returned he was filled with guilt and despair. His days now are spent taking care of his sister and brother, along with hanging out with his friends when he finds the time. He has learned from his mistakes, and he is set on never making them again.

Art:
N/A

Other:
Kato and his family weren't too high on the chain of command in their tribe, but his father was well respected among the group, so he has some big shoes to fill. He has been taking time to be more serious in providing a better life for the family he has left and is focused on rising up among the rest of the Smili and proving that even though his past wasn't a great one, he is worth being given a chance.

[Cirque]

I am looking to donate...
Image:
(by CallyKat)
Other Picture: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... auto&rev=5
Lineart used:
Name: Ninja
Gender: Male
Species: Horse, I never really gave him a specific species xD
Preferences: Please don't change the design....or PM me if you do want to change the design/add accessories.
By submitting this form, I, TallyLove, 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

[nowi]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel: F56

Name:
Fawn

Nicknames/Aliases/Alter Egos:

Gender:
Female

Species:
Smili

Sub-Species:
German Smili

Family:

Age:

Birthplace:

Current Residence:

Theme Song:

Why I want her:

Personality:

Likes:

Dislikes:

History:

Interview:

Other:

-The format of this form was created by TessaKitty. Please do not steal-

wippy wip~

[Winterfaux]

I am looking to smother in love...
Picture:

Kennel number:
114
Name:
Experiment # 430123
Variel; Spanish for 'Changeable or different."
Named for her bi colored eyes and her species crossing.
Breed:
Wolf x Clouded Leopard
Gender:
Female
Parents:
Her father was a Clouded Leopard that neither she nor her mother actually met. Her mother was a wild Mexican Grey wolf that was captured for testing purposes where she was artificially impregnated with the Leopard DNA and thus our pretty little mutant was born.
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
She's absolutely gorgeous. I'm not usually into the different species crosses but she wears it well.
I don't normally adopt characters from places because I feel like I never really connect with them- I've been waiting for the perfect creature and I feel that she is it. After studying her over and over again, going back and forth over whether or not I want to try for her and I couldn't find any flaws. Her coat blends together beautifully from Leopard to Wolf and her design is very unique while remaining natural (Which I strive for in a character)
I am creating a character page for all of my lovelies off site and she will reside there amongst all of my other misfits. She will be smothered in love and art and writing as much as I possibly can- and when my hands and creative mind are all worn out I will use my resources to obtain art for her from other wonderful artists around CS and the occasional DA artist.
I haven't fallen this hard for a character in a long time and I plan on working my tail off for this beautiful animal.

As I have been drawing her I made a discovery.. She is really difficult to recreate perfectly. To be honest, I love this. She has given me the opportunity to expand out of my circle of colors as I call it. I'll explain- Everyone has a circle of colors; a main spectrum that they use or find appealing in a character. Mine tend to be a mix of a lot of grays and blues, a few browns (Mainly light), black, white, purple, and a sprinkle of light flashy colors. However this also has to do with design, I don't usually tolerate species crossings as I said before but her mix blends so wonderfully that I have fallen in love with it. Now, going back to the front page I see other species and marking crossing and still those are unappealing to me- She is truly a special girl.
Personality:
Her personalities contrasts most of my other characters as despite her rough past she retains a smile and a positive outlook; becoming a beacon of light that help everyone around her survive the day.
She is also a pacifist, barely able to bring herself to hunt for food this creature refuses with all of her might to harm others and she often tries to get others to feel this way too. In a way she can be a little overwhelming- especially to the predator types she often hangs around with. The odd dogs that are her mind are, however, opposites to her and often bid her to do things she wouldn't normally do. She fights these urges but is not always strong enough to resist therefore she can get rather depressed at times.
Likes:
Felines;
She just gets along better with the feline species, they are neater, more polite (usually), they love a good conversation, and they are a pleasure to be in the company of despite their dislike of crowded areas.
Sunlight;
Her favorite thing to do is to bask in the sun on a nice warm day. However she doesn't like heat as it makes her feet all sweaty and her fur gets all matted.
Cleanliness;
Her feline instinct drives her to be extremely neat with herself, much more than any canine as she would rather spend time cleaning her fur than playing games and hunting.
Dislikes:
Humans;
She doesn't nessicarily dislike them but she fears them, which is a form of dislike I suppose.
Guns;
Terrible ways to kill..
Tigers;
Despite her preference to feline company she fears and strongly dislikes any tiger species.
The odd dogs;
The voices/apparitions that are a figment born from her mind. They like to nag and argue with her, criticizing her every move and taunting her when their criticisms are correct. They implore her to hurt others for her own benefit despite her passifistic nature.
History/Background:
Changed my mind. Here's the new story =D
"Mother, there are weird dogs walking on the ceiling."
A small voice piped from under the large female wolf's paw. "Do you see them? Their tails are really long. And they have spots, like me."
Beautiful golden brown eyes reluctantly opened to see what her daughter was looking at once again, only to find that once again, there was nothing there.
"There's nothing there dear." The tired wolfess yawned as it was nearly two in the morning- not that it was possible to tell in the cramped darkness of their steel walled kennel. "Go back to sleep love."
"But mom..."
The small whine from the pup was met with the soft snoring of her sleeping mother.
"They are talking to me..."

~

"Get the guns!"
The human voices from behind her ripped through her ears like the sound of tearing steel- Gun was a familiar and very ugly word.
"No no! Not the bullets! Get the tranks!"
The humans were angry and it was her fault but she had to keep running, there was no way she could go back, she had finally escaped. Even though her mother was back in the facility, her father was out in the jungle surrounding the area somewhere; if she could find her dad maybe they could go back and save her mom.
Maybe
Those odd dogs were back; they only came around in high stress situations but they followed her wherever she went, it was impossible to rid herself of them, and no one else could see or hear them.
We aren't dogs.
Oh, they always knew what she was thinking, and they loved to argue.

By the time the humans had gathered the equipment, Experiment # 430123 was long gone, dissapeared into the dense foliage of the surrounding jungle.
"She escaped?! That creature is unstable. Her mix of opposites causes her to have the animal equivalent of severe human schizophrenia. In other words, she sees and hears things that aren't there."
The room was silent as the wrath of the leader of the operation was pressing enough to strike fear into even the most hardened of the bunch.
"We need to find that animal before she gets to far. If we don't, then the predators in the area surely will."

Experiment # 430123 continued to run until her legs gave out- despite her wolf endurance she only made it about two miles from the facility. Never before had she been able to run at full speed as the only excersize they got at the facility was an hour in a 14ft long dog run. She came across a small clearing where the thick canopy broke and allowed a shaft of pure sunlight to filter through onto a large gray rock half covered in moss. 430123 hauled herself up onto the sun heated rock and allowed her shaking legs to give out, collapsing into a heap of fur on the solid surface. Her panting was ragged as she tried to catch her breath, everything around her melted away as the realization came to her that she was free for good from that forsaken place. She was free.
She was free..
She was free...
You are free.

#430123 slept the day away, she was exhausted from her mid morning escape which made it easy for her to sleep until dusk when she slowly began to wake up.
What she didn't realize, however, was that she was being watched; from the shadows a creature loomed, his pelt camouflaging him perfectly against the dark background that was the shadows of the trees. All that was visible were the yellow green eyes that flashed with anger at the intruder.
Slowly 430123 woke up, she was groggy and still exhausted, but the odd dogs had left and she was at peace for once in the cooling jungle air. With a yawn she slowly lifted herself to her feet to shake herself of the sleep that she had just enjoyed, but she was stopped as a voice rumbled through the clearing angrily.
"Dog. Why are you here in my realm?"
However her reaction was different than what the shadow creature was expecting; rather than fear or submission he met a kind stubborness.
"I'm sorry but I am not a dog, I am part canine, but not a dog. The dogs work for the humans and I have recently escaped them- therefore your accusation is incorrect." For only having lived in a cramped cage her whole life, 430123 practiced politeness and absorbed every bit of intelligence she could get from her mother and any other creature in the facility she could understand.
"You look like a dog. You are not el perro? The deep voice of the creature shifted from anger to suspicion as this brown animal did very much look like a dog- despite the odd markings on it's back that resembled some of his own kind.
"You speak the language of the humans!" 430123's ears perked at the sound of the familiar language, her suspicion grew as much as the shadow creature's, "Do you work for the humans?" She couldn't help but wonder if she had fallen into a trap and this thing lurking in the shadows was meant to capture her and bring her back.
The creature remained silent for a moment, his eyes narrowed from the shadows, but just as 430123 was about to turn heel and run as fast as she could to yet again escape- the creature in the shadows began to laugh.
430123 jumped at the deep laugh as it rumbled and reverberated against the thick trees but it wasn't a malicious laugh and it seemed something had legitimately amused this animal.
The shadow creature stepped forward, but as he moved out of the shadows they seemed to stick to him like spider web; spots were visible on his pelt but it seemed as though there was a film of black that covered the creature completely. Shadow creature was a fitting name for this beast.
"You are funny, and enemy of the humans is an acquaintance of mine; even though you have the appearance of a dog you have the humor of a cat. I like that. Now tell me, why are you running from the humans? They like dogs." The animal slid across the ground like the shadows he had just left, and his paws made no sound as they hit the ground.
"I told you, I'm not a dog. I was a prisoner of the humans, one of their creations. My mother was a wolf- but my father... Well, I don't know what my father was. The humans often called me the perro nublada; I'm not sure what it means but.."
"Perro nublada?" For a moment the black animal was silent, his thick accent made the phrase sound much more rich than when 430123 said it, "That means the 'clouded dog'... Which explains those markings on your back."
"The markings..?" She turned around to see the spots that had been apart of her, as well as the odd dogs, her whole life.
"Si, those markings are the calling card of the clouded leopard. There is only one clouded leopard in this area, he lives very far away from here though, and he really doesn't like company." His deep voice rumbled but he seemed only half interested as he groomed his paw carelessly.
"Excuse me sir, but what are you?" 430123 realized that this shadow animal looked familiar to her, he looked very similar, although much bigger, than the odd dogs.
"Me? I am el Leopardo negro, the black leopard. I am the king of these parts. Well, expect for el tigre, but we don't cross paths often." The leopard dipped his head kindly and finally gave 430123 a good look over.
As his eyes scanned over her sleek, for a canine, body and her fluffier than average tail, the thing that struck him most was her markings. That is, until he saw her eyes.
"A leopard?" She chose to pronounce the word that sounded closest to her own language, "So you are not a dog then."
"Correct miss nublado, I am a feline, a cat, el gato. He proceeded to rattle off some titles but could not bring himself to look away from her bi-colored eyes, something about her right eye seemed so familiar but he couldn't quite place what it was.
"Then.. I must be a cat too." She mumbled to herself in realization.
"Miss, what are you exactly? Most of the animals that run from the humans are not as healthy as you are, they are always odd mixes of things, many that I have never seen before. So please, introduce yourself as you have peaked my curiosity." The leopard crept closer to her in an attempt to get a better look at her eyes.
"I am a creation. My mother was a wolf, and I am unsure of what my father was but from what you have said and what the humans called me I am starting to think that he was this clouded leopard you speak of. But that is only what I am, I don't have a name really, the humans called me by that phrase but a name can't be something you can't understand.. Can it?" Her ears drooped a little as she spoke and she lowered her eyes, not having a name had always eaten at her heart as a name- at least from what her mother had told her- was what connected you to this world, what gave you a life and being. And she didn't have it.
"Yes, a name should describe you as much as it is your title and calling. You see, my name is Sombra, which means shadow in your language. We must give you a name then." Sombra continued to walk closer until he was at the base of the rock, however his quiet paws were no match for 430123's sharp ears and whiskers for she jumped as soon as he lifted his paw to climb up on the rock.
"Aye, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, but your eyes.. They look so familiar. Sombra sat down at the base of the rock and dipped his head politely in apology.
"It's ok Sombra. You are just so quiet and my hearing is kind of bad on one side." She flicked her left ear, the ear that was closest to the leopard, "It's never been as good as my right ear."
"I think I have a name for you, Variel; it means different in my language. And seeing as you are very different I think it fits you well." The leopard nodded at his decision as if agreeing with himself, the name was beautiful and fit her well, even if it was only referring to her eye colors.
"Variel? It's very pretty Sombra, I would love to be called by that name." Variel looked up at the leopard with a small smile crossing her lips, this animal was the first to show her any compassion since her mother- and she hadn't seen her mother since she was weaned.
"Good, it suits you well. Now, Variel, do you have a place to go? If not, you are welcome to stay with me for a while. The jungle is a cruel place my friend, you were lucky to stumble across my basking place rather than el Tigres, as he probably wouldn't have been so kind." Sombra stood up at the base of the rock, tearing his gaze away from her green eye and back to focus on her general figure.
"You are very kind Sombra. I promise not to bother you too long, just until I find my footing out here." Variel smiled graciously, her tail wagging without her even knowing it. She leapt down from the rock with the grace of any feline and landed just as quietly, Sombra was rather suprised at this and spoke again, "Feel free to stay as long as you like. You may not look the part but you are a leopard at heart, and it is my custom to treat every cousin as family. My sleeping place is this way, try not to get lost, hm?"
Sombra began to walk back into the shadows, and Variel trotted lithely after, keeping pace with him just fine.

This is only the story of how Variel got her name; because I didn't have more time I will stop here. However if I get to keep this beautiful creature I plan on writing about how she and Sombra set out to find her father.

Art:

I tried working on fur with this girlie.. Bad idea o3o

Better =D
Other:
*Her eyes are from each of her parents, in her right eye (The green one) She has really good night vision and the pupils dilate from circles to slits in different lighting situations.
**Her left eye is golden brown like her wolf mother and does not see as well at night- the pupil in this eye does not dialate.
***Because of this she hunts mostly at night and just keeps her brown eye closed.

[Solarizing]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: F1
Name: Unnamed (I will change it to Candycorn :3)
Breed: Bat
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: The thing that captivated me the most was the design. The color scheme was simple yet unique and the bright green eyes complimented the orange stripes. The lineart was also well chosen and gave the bat a sweet, cute appearance. If I successfully adopt this character, I will add him to my character thread and buy or draw some art for him ^_^
Personality: Sweet and playful. He can be very shy at times, but enjoys being with close friends
Likes: Sugary foods, hanging out with friends, relaxing alone
Dislikes: Large crowds, being a leader, strangers
History/Background: Candycorn had always been an outcast from his group. His bright striped fur made hunting hard, and he was often teased by other bats he had lived with. Feeling rejected, he flew away in hopes of restarting his life. He suffered through blazing summers alone, and braved icy winds as he traveled. After living alone for what seemed like forever, Candycorn finally found a place where he could be himself and be with friends.
Art: None at the moment, but I'd be happy to draw some
Other: This is my first time adopting from a character adoption place... I hope I did everything right >w>