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[Araviir]

I would love to adopt!
Number: 7
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Name: spirit mist
Species: fox spirit / demon
Personality: spirit mist is a loner, she is a very mysterious creature and can be very cruel, so be warned; do not cross her! she doesn't like others even taking a paw-step onto her territory and you will probably wind up with a scar or two if you do so, she prefers the company of only her raven friend talik. she is considered dangerous by many, especially when her curse traits show through. When she has these kind of 'episodes' she is likely to take your life, if your alive when you meet her
Likes: being left the heck alone, her small territory, the hope of someday leaving this all behind, finding her lost love who is said to have died of a broken heart, the moon and stars
Dislikes: being around others beside talik, people in general, the sunlight, being in the open
Background: (I wrote this in first person, hope that's fine)
I was born in a time of great war, the typical war of good and evil, light magic versus dark magic. even though I was young at the time and my magic had not shown through yet, I was determined to help my tribe of light warriors bring down our hated enemies, the fox tribe that wielded dark magic, who referred to themselves simply as 'the shadows'. I snuck into battle even though i knew i should have stayed behind and let the ones with magic deal with it, but I didn't. I was locked in combat, and not paying attention to the things I should have been. Then one of the most powerful of the shadows, Morrik struck me with a powerful curse slamming me against a rock with such force was knocked out.

when i awoke, it was to the angry accusing eyes of our leader, who surprisingly enough, was not the nicest fox around. "What were you thinking?!" he hissed through gritted teeth, "you could have, by all possibilities should have been killed by that curse!" he said but sorrow softened his growl. "Your so young" he said softly, sadness showing through his hard gold gaze. "Your much to young for this." "To- to young for what exactly?" I whimpered. When he looked at me, it was with such sorrow regret and fear i thought he might start to cry then and there. "For exile" his voice was almost inaudible. "E-exile?! wha-what did Morrik do to me?!" I yelped fearing the worst already. I struggled to my aching paws and ran to a puddle of clear water. The sight that greeted me made me want to die. Morrik had done the worst thing he could have, the eternal dark curse. I won't go in to detail on what id does. It would give you horrid nightmares. All I will say is it requires exile and it really makes you a danger to all people around you. I gazed in horror at the macabre markings on my once flawless blue-grey pelt. they look beautiful to you? to me they're like a forever reminder of the worst day of my long life. these ribbons? more like chains, binding me to my fate.

my former leader ice, he said exiling my was the hardest thing he ever had to do, Did i mention he happened to be my father? Ya, not fun. I live on my own now, my only company my friend talik. my territory? a forest were any creature infected by a curse dwells in eternal sorrow. maybe someday a friendly god will make this torture stop. or maybe just end my loneliness. But at least my friend gives me hope, hope alone makes me feel better. immortality is never as good as gods make it look. it's really very horrible, all those you care for are gone and your still here. All I am now is a shell, I'm mostly dead, but slightly alive, life forces around me act negatively to my spirit like body. I can no longer define enemies from friends, ha, as if I actually have friends anymore. one of the few things I long for is not my life, but love, I remember my love, he was beautiful and sweet. maybe I'll meet his spirit someday, hopefully I'll be able to tell him from all the others. let my torture be a warning, be carefully young one, you can never be to careful.


ok it's more of a story than a background

uuh, wow that's a tad morbid! XP
heh don't fear for her spotty! her story has a happy ending! if I get her that is XD

[Enoch]

Don't worry Pinewin! Its good! And, I love the morbid things, why else would I make mine a villain?

[Missy]

I'm going to post mine up in a few days. I've already written them, but I'm going to save them till later this time to see my competition first ^^

[kitten5862]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 8
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Name: Kisha
Species: Moon Wolf

Personality: Kisha is always alert. She is very cautious and is always alert at the things that are happening at the moment. Kisha is very strong and also determined. She was left to fend for herself when she was at the helpless age of only 1 year old. She lived by herself for almost 8 years. It was hard but she was determined enough to make it through and teach herself how to catch fish, kill squirrels and do everything else that is a necessity to life.

Likes: Kisha loves the moon. She was born on the moon and lived on the moon for almost 8 years.She also loves her parents. Her parents had saved her from being taken by people. She also just loves snow! She likes the way it melts after is softly and slowly falls on your tongue. She like to chew on icicles when they form on the tree branches on a cold and bitter winter day. She likes her power to hypnotize others. She loves it especially when she is in trouble or danger.

Dislikes: Kisha hates humans. It all started when she was 1. Humans came to the moon and took all of the moon wolves except for her because her parents saved her from the humans.

Background/Life:

Kisha has a strong love for the moon. Some think she was actually born on the moon. This thought is really true. She was born on the moon and she never has told anyone about it. No one would ever find out unless she decided to tell them. When someone asks her if she was, she will try to do anything to get off of the subject.

When Kisha was 1 year old she lived with her parents on the moon. But then her parents left her because there was a terrible incident that happened when she turned 1. There were people in weird suits that came and started to take all of the wolves that lived on the moon back down to a planet called “Earth”. Even thought that day was really fuzzy for Kisha, she still remembers her mom and dad telling her that they loved her and wrapped her up in a soft blanket and placed her carefully nestled in a closet. They did this for her so the people couldn’t find her and take her away with the rest of them. Kisha’s parents would have done the same, but they knew that they would never fit in there. Her parents had left her and after 1 hour, Kisha cautiously sneaked out from the closet in were she was placed. She came out to find that there was no wolf and the fresh moon air was still. It was so quit Kisha started to get scared and she could even hear a cricket chirping up a storm next to a nearby pond. She knew everyone she knew and loved dearly was gone. She even caught a quick glance of one of the space ships and it was headed down to “Earth”. She had a feeling her parents were in that one and it was now gone. Kisha knew she would have to go down to this so called “Earth” and search for her parents. But at the moment she was a young, helpless little pup. She would have to find a way to survive and get stronger on the now deserted moon. Kisha set off to find a source of water and food, as she knew where to seek shelter. So she went exploring and found a good sized spring in a small forest next to the cave of where she lived in for shelter. In the spring she found small fish of which she feed off of. Kisha also knew the plants of the forest pretty well. She knew which ones were poisonous and those that were edible. She kept up with this routine for the next 5 years.


She was 6 and Kisha was very strong and now was eating squirrels and other small mammals she managed to find. Kisha to the small house where she used to live. She found a beautiful beautiful necklace on the ground. It was a pretty cresant moon on a silver thread. She remembered seeing her mom wear it a lot before. But the weird thing was that the moon and tread were so beautiful and shinny and it was 5 years since her parents left the moon. It looked as if it has just gotten placed there that day. She knew her mom has treasured it so Kisha scooped it up carefully and slipped it around her neck. She continued living on the moon but when she turned 7 she knew she had to somehow make her way down to “Earth”. In the next year she was planning for her trip down the “Earth”. Kisha went exploring and found something. Something that would help her a lot. She found a spaceship. It must have been left on accident by the people. It looked like it would work fine, so Kisha cautiously stepped into the open spaceship. She looked around and saw that it had many buttons and blinking things.


It was in great condition but needed some final touches and then may work. Kisha spent the next 4 days fixing it up. On the end of the 4th day she was finished and just needed to put some of her items in the storage room. She was finished and tomorrow she would be leaving the moon to go down to Earth. It was now the day she had to leave the moon. Kisha was excited but also sad, because she had to leave the moon and that is where she has lived for almost 8 years. She then decided to visit the moon once a year. It was hard to leave the moon but Kisha raced into her spaceship and flew down to Earth. It took her a day to reach earth. She landed in a big field. Kisha quickly raced out from the spaceship to make sure no one saw this happen. And just her luck there was no one in the field yet. So Kisha went back in the spaceship for another hour and then came out. She spotted some people walking dogs. Kisha growled at the people and some of them that were nearby looked up. A few of the men came racing towards her. Kisha had to act quick as she knew she was in danger. She made up her mind and darted off towards a small house she could see in the distance. She stopped running when she reached the house, as she knew she had lost the group of people.


Her heart was pounding and she could hardly breathe. As soon as Kisha could breathe right, she set off to explore a forest she could see nearby. She could hear a waterfall lapping the water in a spring. Then Kisha heard odd noises coming from the left, right, behind her, and even in a tree above her. Then the creatures showed themselves. They had big, sharp teeth that were showing. They were growling at Kisha. She was startled and frightened at them. Kisha knew they were a pack of angry wolves. And she knew that they were mad because she had crossed into their pack's territory. Kisha didn't want any trouble so she tried to dart off but noticed that she was surrounded by them. Then a wolf that was almost twice the size of Kisha jumped down from the tree right above her head. He was the leader of the pack and he landed right in front of her. He studied her over and knew she was not part of his pack, and she was just a trespasser. He looked really mad and asked her why she was in their territory. He said it in a mad and mean voice. "I,I'm not from around here". Kisha stuttered. The wolf didn't know what she meant. Kisha stared at him and he hit the ground as soon as he looked into her eye. Awesome! Kisha whispered to herself. She did this to the rest of the pack till they all were asleep.


That was when Kisha figured out she had a power. A power that could hypnotize others when Kisha and the other wolf stared each other in the eye. But they would have to look in the eye with the swirl on it to be hypnotized. Then Kisha saw little white things fall from the sky. It got really cold outside and the white things were even colder! Kisha didn't know what this was because she had never experienced this on the moon. Kisha didn't even know it was winter because on the moon, there was no seasons. She heard a little girl from a nearby cabin yell "Yey its snowing!" Kisha then knew this weird white stuff was really snow! She trotted up behind the cabin to listen to what they were saying. They said that it was now the first day of Winter. Kisha now knew it was now Winter and heard them say something about an icicle. Kisha noticed something that was clear, but very cold. Kisha licked it but her tongue got stuck on it! Kisha was very scared as she knew the humans were coming out soon. She clawed at the icicle, yet nothing happened. She gave it a hard tug. The icicle gave out and she was free. She ran as fast as she could to get away from the cabin. When she turned back, she saw the little girl come outside. Kisha got away just in time.

Kisha wears a blue collar. She didn't have it until it was her 3rd day on Earth. On that day she decided to go find one. She wanted one because she saw every dog wearing them. People thought she was a husky. Kisha didn't want others to think she was a wolf, or others would try to kill her. She walked around in the woods at night and went to look at the cabin. She noticed the lights were on and saw some shadows of people walking around in there. She noticed a pretty blue collar on the ground on her way to the cabin. She picked it up and it was made out of leather. There also was a small charm of a moon. On the moon charm said Kisha. Kisha was amazed that it had her name on it and a moon! She looked up in the cool winter sky and saw the stars were brighter then they used to be. And the moon was glowing beautifully and it was a cresent moon.

[Steffi.]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5.

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Name: Midnight's Twinkle (just Twinkle for short)

Species: Star Wolf

Personality: Twinkle is very mysterious. He prefures being alone, and has a need to chase things. He loves making mischeif and, of course, casting spells is what he does most. He's not the best at it yet, but often uses it for good. Sometimes, when he's angry, he uses magic for bad. He's not very nice or polite until he gets to know you. Of course, he's still young, so he isn't good at fighting, except with magic.

Likes: Being alone, astronamy, creating mischeif, making magic.

Dislikes: large groups of creatures, creatures telling him what do do and how do do it, cloudy nights, sunny days.

Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot)

He was born a normal wolf; Twinkle was the only born in his litter, and his mother was certain he was going to die, so she left him there. He was almost dead, when one night an elder wolf found him and, using star magic, gave up his own life to save Twinkle. This made Twinkle magic. It's also why he has a star printed on him. The star power saved his life. So whenever he uses magic, it lights up like a star. (Hence the reason he is now a 'Star' Wolf.)

[Kinarra]

WOW There are alot of great designs! I can't help but stare at a few of them x3
Pinewin I just had to say I love the morbid POV form 8D

[Ebonpyre]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 4

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Name: She goes by many names, but her most favored is Naomi

Species: In truth, no one knows. Some of the few who have seen her and live to tell the tale claim Naomi to be canine in appearance, a ravage and untamable wolf of sorts. Others say she is a twisted, berserk human. A few forgotten sightings claimed she is a lithe wolf-like being, but for the fact she walks upright like a human. Though only one man, marked a lunatic, saw her true form as a shape-shifter...

Personality: Silent as death, Naomi is extraordinarily sly and cunning. She trusts no one and nothing except herself and her own abilities. Brusque and dour in her manner, this huntress of the night despises communion with any others.
Cold as the barren winds that ravage the harsh North icelands, she couldn't care less about the feelings of those around her. She both loves and hates herself, and is prone to severe and unexpected mood swings.

Likes: This creatures loves solititude, completely avoiding any other type of life. War and conflict, blood and pain and despair. But she loves nothing more than making others feel the same excrutiating pain she has felt over the long years...

Dislikes: Being contradicted or challenged, or anything not going exactly the way she wants.

Background:

Ahh. Screaming. Music to my ears. The sound I lived to hear. But now, why did I hate it? Why did it make my ears bleed? What caused the change?
Oh, right.
Love.

"You will never understand me." I had said quietly, though my words held undeniable malice. "Ever."
Do I regret saying that? Yes. No. In a way I miss him, he was always there for me, and I for him. I'm still not sure what changed. I felt like Asher had betrayed me, betrayed my trust. I had believed in him. I had trusted him to tell the truth, to be there for me, to look after me, to be one of the few things in my life that remained constant. Asher broke that trust. I used to have faith in everyone. Asher changed that.

Soon our conversations turned to arguments and then to yelling matches. My family, of course, ignored my misery. Why wasn't I working? Why was I awake through the night?
The answer?
It was Asher, always Asher. But I couldn't tell them that, so I lied. I used to always tell the truth. Asher changed that.

Asher became someone I hardly knew. He wasn't my friend any more. He had become bitter and cold, even to me. He looked the same and sounded the same, but the person standing in front of me all those times he told me to lie, it wasn’t Asher. I used to love him like a brother. Asher changed that.

Asher used to talk to me. If ever I was being rude he’d tell me, and I’d respect that. I would do anything he’d tell me to do. He was my hero. But he started growing distant. If I tried to talk to him he would barely reply. It was like trying to have a conversation with a stone wall. After a while I started abusing him, doing anything I could to just to get him to talk to me, even just acknowledge me. I started to miss our yelling matches. At least then he seemed to care, now it only seemed like he couldn’t be bothered. I used to feel like I mattered to him. Asher changed that.

Even though it seemed like the feeling was one sided, I still cared for Asher. I still covered for him. He used to tell where he was, but soon even that stopped. I guess I was expecting it, but the day he started lying to me, it felt like he’d taken a dagger and thrust it through my heart. From then on every lie, every single time he was just twisting the dagger more and more. I knew that the people in his gang were beginning to like him more and more. It was like they were stealing him from me. The Asher I knew wouldn’t have let it happen. He would have fought. I used to care about him. Asher changed that.

I refused to let anyone hurt me again. I gaurded myself, put up walls that no one was going to get through. I keep living my life without him. Asher had always used to help me, but without him I had no hope. I got into fights more frequently. I had always been an extremely aggressive fighter, even before Asher left. After a while rumours started spreading that I was a berserk, and was going to kill someone. No one picked fights with me after that. I used to be so sure about everything. Asher changed that.

I used to love... Asher changed that.

She was tied and bound
Drifting in and out of consciousness
She remembered all of it, though
The pain.
The confusion.
The utter terror.
Everything.
She didn’t understand
Why was this happening?
Why was Asher doing this?
So many questions
But no answers
One thing she was sure of
She was going to die.

Naomi was born a shape-shifter, with limited abilities. She could change from wolf to human, yet she was not powerful enough to shift into other forms, or even choose the appearance of the forms available to her powers. Despite being considerably weaker than her peers, she had a good childhood, and was a close compainion and good friend to another by the name of Asher.
The two younglings grew in both strength and friendship.
Two young friends eventualy became two young lovers, stubborn and rebelious as most teenagers.
Asher's independence got the better of him as he started to prefer the company of the members of a violent gang over that of Naomi. She still blithely believed he would come back, return to his normal self, despite his growing crimes. Until the day they sacked the village and killed her family...

[kitten5862]

*points at siggy* Looky! If you click on it, it'll take you here!

[.kestral]

I am making a form soon.

[wibeke]

I would like to adopt
Number: 6
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Name: Blight
Species: Plague Hound
Personality: All creatures are born with a natural fear of death. Not always the fear of another animal's death, but a fear for their own saftey, a fear of the unknown. Blight never had this fear, or rather he did long ago, but farther back than his memory can reach. Maybe that's what's so dangerous about him. He doesn't fear death, nor does he have reason to. Cursed with immortality and the plague, Blight would much rather be cold and dead than the cold blooded killer the world sees him as.
At one point long ago Blight was a calm, sweet young wolf. The loss of his mate, Pepper, changed that though. It was his fault, he knows, but he blames the humans. In his mind they gave him the plague, and they should be the ones to pay for it.
So he'd lurk around human villages. Whenever a child came near he'd kill them, figuring that the child would be a worthy replacement for the mate that he lost. as ears went on, this revenge began to evolve and change. Killing the children didn't give him any consolation. He hated himself for killing his mate and for all the lives he's taken. in his mind he was a monster. Unable to die and unable to get close to another wolf without giving them the plague, he was left with nothing he could do. he just wanted something to kill him.
if anything the violence got worse. He started a quest of sorts, a search to find the one creature strong enough to kill him. he'd challenge alphas of great wolf packs, farmers, knights, anything he saw as strong enough to put up a fight. Nothing was ever strong enough. they'd inflict wounds that would kill any other wolf, but in the end they were always the ones to die.
He's not truly a killer, killing is simply the one thing he can do. A natural born killer as some would say. within his mind is a mess of thoughts. ways to kill himself, thoughts of Pepper, and thoughts of what life could've been like had he never caught the plague. he doesn't know what to think anymore, he simply goes on with his quest for there's nothing else left in his life but to kill.
Likes: Blight likes darkness. The one sign of his aging is his loss of night vision that came with the loss of pigment in his eyes. (the red color you see is red reflected from the blood vessels) With darkness comes the lack of sight, and without sight he can't hunt. It's the one time his mind is at rest and the old blight can shine through.
Dislikes: Himself. More than anything else he hates himself for killing Pepper and everyone else. he hates himself for never being able to die.
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot) Throughout the 1300's the plague ravaged through Europe, killing more than half the population. The wolves would simply watch in amusement as humans struggled to dig holes deep enough to bury the dead. It was finally the end of their enemies' rule, and as far as they were concerned wolves were the dominant species.
Still, no one dared to get close. They saw what it did to the humans and they didn't want to take the risk of getting it themselves, so they returned deep into the forest once again forced out by man. Being curious, blight decided to get closer instead.
He only looked around for a short time, but that was all the time it needed for him to catch the plague. All it took was one flea to infect him. Unable to look at the dying village any longer, he fled back to the forest with the rest of the wolves. he told no one of his visit to the village, but soon enough they found out. A rash broke out across his body, first on his face and later on his hind leg. fearing that he'd infect them all, the pack shunned him.
Pepper came too, against his orders. He didn't want to get her sick, but she promised to stay far enough away. To "keep him company." he didn't object to that, though now looking back at it, he wishes he did.
Pepper kept her promise, sitting several feet away to avoid getting sick. She kept on saying he was looking better, and that he'd be able to return to the pack one day. He didn't, if anything he looked worse and worse. it was obvious that he was going to die.
About two months went by. Pepper hunted for them, she did everything she possibly could to keep her mate alive, but Blight was dying and she knew it. Blight knew it too. One night he was just staring at a tree, waiting for death to come and end his suffering. A strange mist swirled around the tree, slowly forming into the shaoe of a wolf. Blight blinked, "What are you?" he panted, feeling the life slip slowly away from his body.
"That doesn't matter. You have one wish before you die. Anything you want." it whispered.
He shivered, "Just don't let me hurt her. let her go back to her pack and forget about me." He whispered.
The figure smilied, 'i can do far better than that.' with a twitch of it's tail it sparkled and dissapeared.
He felt himself getting stronger, slowly but surely he was healing. "Oh my god. I'm alive." He panted, struggling to stand up.
"What happened? i was sure I'd be saying goodbye to you in a few minutes." Pepper barked.
"A spirit I think. She healed me." he said, walking over and licking his mate's cheek.
she smilied, "i just can't beleive you're alive."
the two rejoiced, but another creature was at work, hopping from Blight's fur onto Pepper. One of the fleas that infected blight, sucking his diseased blood.
As soon as he realized what was happening to his mate Blight fled, unable to watch her die knowing that he caused it. he knew she'd understand, and he only wanted to live out the rest of his days in peace.
unfortunatley for blight, that end would never come. The spirit appeared to him again one day, it's mistly form seeming to laugh at him. "Should've been more specific." it laughed.
"You said you wouldn't hurt her!"
"Correction. It's not my fault you gave her the plague. the only way i could save you was to give you immortality."
Blight drew back, "You what?!" but it was too late, the spirit was gone.