Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Enoch]

not yet...

[Theophilus]

Good.

[Enoch]

*runs around* Gah! I need results! Or at least Spotty bringing in some new donations that we can obsess about till the results.

edit: I just checked! Atwood is online!!!!

[Cinereus]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 4

Picture:

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...

(Was on vacation for four days, so I'm still catching up on this thread....XD)

I like your application a lot. A lot more morbid than I was expecting for her, but it's very interesting. Beautifully written, too. Good luck. ^^

[Achi]

*runs around* Gah! I need results! Or at least Spotty bringing in some new donations that we can obsess about till the results.

edit: I just checked! Atwood is online!!!!

Oh gawd, please no, not yet. D:
*Types super speed*

[Enoch]

Its okay! Atwood is offline now. I'm sad....

[Achi]

She'll probably announce the results tomorrow sometime. C:
Good news is, I don't have writers block anymore! =3

[Yamanaka Shin]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 7
Picture:
Name: Astral Depths
Species: Galaxy Jackal
Personality: he's a playful "lover not a fighter" type of guy. really adores his older brother Voided Abyss. slightly naive since he's still young.
Likes: his brother, starry evenings, sirus clouds, crescent moon designs, astronomy, attention
Dislikes: the sun(it's too bright), thunderclouds, thunderstorms, being left alone
Background: He's Voided Abyss's younger sibling. After Void was created from a major Galaxy, Astral came into being from similar circumstances 3 years later. They're not truly brothers, but would be offended if you said that to them. Astral has an extroverted nature but is shy around girls. Always has been that way.

[Xanre]

DONATION!
Picture: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs50/f/2009/ ... _Irken.jpg (It's a bit big, I can resize it if you want)
Name: Unnamed, choose something that fits his character.
Species: Any type of canine
Link to lineart: http://risserz.deviantart.com/art/Male- ... e-45021546
Any extra conditions?: He must remain male. You can not adopt him as a fursona or a mate for your fursona. Please don't change his design, you can add accessories, but try not to make him too cluttered! If you don't want him anymore, send him back to me. I'd be glad to give him a home. If you are misusing him or entering him in design contests, I will ask for him back.

The bracelet on his hind leg is bronze, as well as his single stud earring. The bangles on his front leg are my failed attempt at bone.

[Atwood]

It'll be a while yet - I'm trying to finish my essay tonight so I can do the forms tomorrow, and it's going well so far. Yay for topics with easily-found references! ^^ I'll warn everyone when I start collecting the forms so you don't have to panic too much.