Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[The Wolfe]

I am looking to adopt, care for, love and cherish...

Picture:


Kennel number:
P125

Name:
Turk

Breed:
Wolf

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I would like this animal because I love the design. It caught my eye instantly and fell in love with the creature. She will have a spot on my character thread if I win her and she will be loved and cherished. She will definitely be used in any wolf RP that I join in the future.

Personality:
Who says a girl can't do a boy's job? Turk is a tomboy and likes to hang out with the guys. She can do whatever they do and acts like one of them too.

Turk is a rebel at heart and likes to do things her own way. She doesn't like it when others tell her what to do and how and when.

She is shy at first when she meets someone new for the first time, but once she gets to know them, she is happy around them. She doesn't like it when others think they know her and come into her space.

Likes:
Guys - Turk likes the guys and hangs around with them. She likes to joke around with them and also likes to play-fight with them just for fun.
Sun/Shade - After she's been doing activities of any sort, Turk likes nothing more than relaxing in sun or the shade, depending how warm she is. She enjoys sunbathing when she's feeling chilly or just wants to have some rest and relaxation time.
Her fellow pack members - She loves them very much and they treat each other like a big family.

Dislikes:
Water - Turk doesn't like water because she thinks it would make her mane different and she likes it just the way it is. Her front-leg armour might rust and her back-leg beads might become lost.
Crowds - She doesn't like it when others crowd around her and ask her lots of questions. If this happens, she either lashes out or withdraws herself and is shy for a whie until she gets to know the others.

History/Background:
Turk was born one warm evening in a field lit up by dancing fireflies. Her parents were her mother, Candy, and her father, Mars. Candy was very proud of herself when Turk was born. Mars hadn't stuck around to see the birth of his daughter.

Turk was blind and deaf when she came into the world. She could feel cool dewy grass under her paws and belly as she squirmed around, looking for Candy's milk. Candy guided her to her and allowed her to suckle.

The weeks passed and Turk grew into an active pup. She played with her mother and was very happy. One day, everything changed. Hunters came and chased them. Candy was scared and had to hide Turk as the hunters got ever-closer. "Don't worry or be scared, my special baby girl" she said and nuzzled her. "I'll always remember you." Turk whimpered. "Where are you going?" "I'm saving you" Candy whispered. "And to do that, I must leave you. Goodbye, Turk" she whimpered and ran off. The dogs and hunters chased after Candy and Turk kept as still as a statue. She heard a gunshot and looked in its direction with fear in her eyes. "Mom" she whispered and left, staying silent.

A few days later, a sleeping Turk was found by two male wolves. They decided to take her to their pack and presented her to the Alpha. Turk was awake by then and looked around her. Seeing the Alpha in front of her, she curled up and whimpered. "It's ok, little one" he said softly to her. "I am Orlando, Alpha Male of this pack. What is your name?" he asked. "Turk" she answered. "Nice name" he smiled. "It suits you, Turk." Turk looked up and smiled at Orlando. "Thank you" she said in a quiet voice. Orlando nodded and asked "Now, Turk. Where's your mother?" Turk frowned and whimpered. "Sh-she's gone... Taken by two-legs." Orlando frowned and licked the pup. "It's ok, you're safe now. You can stay with us." "Thank you, Orlando" answered Turk. He gave her a glowing green pendant and said "Never give up hope, Turk. You have the potenial to be whatever you want to be." Turk was amazed at the gift and smiled. "Thank you very much" she grinned. "No prob" he smiled, happy to make a pup happy. "A gift from me to you."

She grew up hanging around with the protective guys and acted like them too. She thinks of Orlando as the father she'd never had, but has never forgotten about her mother.

Art:
None. Unfortunately, I can't draw for my life, but she will be getting some.

Other:
- Credit to Tundra for the lineart: viewtopic.php?t=430838
- Credit to Haddock for the design and colours
- Sorry if it seems short and rushed, but I love her and I had two other forms to fill out in one week

[Sapphirescript]

Is the last smili still being decided ^-^?

[Tiikeria]

Unfortunately, we felt like the forms still needed a bit of work for that one, mostly for the species standard aspect, but you're welcome to keep editing and keep working on the form. :3 A lot of the forms had potential.

[Egaku]

I am looking to adopt love forever...
Picture:

~

Kennel number: P128
Name: Koffee Bean
("Coffee" with a "K")
Nickname: Koffee or Bean
Gender: Female
Age: 3 years old
Breed: Caucasian Ovtcharka x Wolf cross
75% Caucasian - 25% Wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Ive been trying to create a character with coffee like colors and I think I may have found her. I saw her being donated and I loved her instantly. Its a simple design but she is beautiful. I don't write well but I will try my best to create her a great name, breed, personality, likes, dislikes, and her history so that I am able to take her in proudly as one of my characters. She will be an addition to my very few characters I have and she will be loved. Thats guranteed. I will order art of her or it will simpy be drawn by myself and offer a place along side my other beloved characters.
Personality: Koffee is flat out lazy. Often found sleeping or sitting doing nothing but staring off into space. The only time you find her hyper or energetic is when she drinks coffee. She is somewhat smart but doesnt full-fill up to her fullest potential. She is very creative, likes to paint and imagine interesting things in her head. She can be odd but you got to love her anyway. She isnt afraid to be herself at all. She has a temper when you tick her off but she has a high tolerence to things. She's a lover not a fighter.
Likes: Coffee of course. Any coffee at all. Black, creamed, iced, hot. You name it and its coffee, she likes. She also likes chocolate covered coffee beans. She loves to sleep and lay around. She also likes weather when its cold so she has an excuse to sit around and drink hot coffee. "Hey, its cold outside..;A;". Sleeping in is something she does constantly.

Dislikes: Mornings without coffee are the worst. She dislikes people who wake her up early or when people interupt her many naps she has. She doesnt like to active.
History/Background: Crap I cant think of anything
Art: Working...
Other:
Major work in progress

[kiriban]

I am looking to provide tender love and shelter to...

Kennel number
P128

Name
Lofte

Meaning of Name
Her name means 'To reach' or 'To Elevate' in German.

Nickname
As the name given to her by her biological mother proves to be rather difficult to pronounce,
people often address her as 'Lo'.

Breed
Alaskan Klee Kai x Australian Cattle Dog Mix

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?
-
Personality
-
Gender
Although often mistaken for male, she is of the female race.

Likes
-
Dislikes
-
History/Background
-
Art
-
Residence
-
Date of Birth
-

Just about every section of this form is a excruciatingly large work in progress. o3o

[mackstarr]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P56
Name: Marcus
Breed: wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I was scrolling down and down and I saw quite a few nice ones but this little guy struck me as the perfect match. I scrolled and looked at every single one but none compared to him. I want him SO bad. He will be a great character of mine and he will be have art ordered of him every chance I get. I love him hes so cute!
Personality: Marcus is playful and considerate. He loves to run through tall grass and see how many burs he can get stuck in his fur just so he can roll them around and get them stuck again once I get them out. He had a hard past life. His mother was hit by a car when he was only a few months old. His story will be told in the history section. Marcus had a cruel brother who always pushed him around and put him out. That is how he became so kind-hearted and determined. Marcus has a very large temper and it is not easy to break but when it does he is a spitting fury. Bullies get him going more than most because of his brother.
Likes: burrs running, clear nights, howling to the moon, chasing fireflies, spring, music
Dislikes: bullies, his brother, cars, car rides, the road, storms, winter
History/Background: Marcus followed his timber colored mother through the prickly bushes. She waved her spiky tail for him to stop and he peered out from behind her. Foul smells his nose and he saw a black sticky rock stretch out as far as he could see in either direction. William shoved him asside, making him stumble in the weeds. His mother turned quickly and helped him up all the while scolding William. "Get away from there!" she scolded, pushing away from the rock. "Its dangerous! Wait here." She looked up and down the rock, looked one last time behind her, and sprinted across the smelly rock. Before she could reach the other side a huge beast came up from behind her and Marcus lost sight of his mother in a flurry of screaming tires. The beast stopped and a strange upright creature got out. It bent down and picked up a still form. "Poor thing," it uttered. Of course Marcus didnt know what it said though, he was just a wolf pup.
Marcus and William waited and waited but their mother never returned. The next morning William stood up and left. He never once turned back to look at his small brother. The last thing Marcus saw of William was his black tail dissapearing into the bracken. He stayed and waited for 3 more extremley long days but his he finally realized his beloved mother wasnt coming back. Marcus looked to the sky on the third night and howled his sorrow and lonliness to the moon and the twinkling white stars. It was a small comfort but it was a comfort all the same in this unforgiving world.
Marcus turned his head away and never looked back on this terrible time. The cold autumn air ruffled his fur and he fluffed it out to stay warm. Staggering with exaustion and hunger, the young wolf pup made hhis way into the forest. There he found a small group of wolves. Among them was a young mother who had lost her pup to a raging stream. She didnt hesitate in taking in Marcus and feeding him some of the groups catch. Marcus grew up with the wolves untill he was big enough to care for himself.
On his leaving day he nuzzled his adopted mother goodbye and started off into the wilderness. The trill of birdsong chimed in his ears and the soft spring sun warmed his gray fur. He lived by himself for almost a month before he came across a girl in the woods, his stomach uncomfortably empty after a bad hunt. She was humming to herself and picking berries from a large bush. Marcus stared at her from under a hollybush. He stepped on a twig and its soft crack echoed through the silent forest. The girl looked up and saw him. "Here puppy," she called. She unzipped her bag and took out a piece of meat she had for the sandwich she was going to make. She held it out to Marcus who hadnt forgotton his empty stomach. He slowly crept toward her, the enticing smell of the meat filling his head.
Before he knew it he was swallowing the meat and the girl was patting his head. She slipped a vine around his neck and kept feeding him untill they got back to her house. She gave him a collar and a bed and fed Macus every day before she decided it was time he met the rest of her friends.
Marcus followed the girl happily outside one day, his sleek tail wagging, and stopped suddenly as he saw the beautiful field and and forest stretching out before him. He raced happily into the field, tearing through the tall grass and yelped in suprise as he collided with a blue and white female. They rolled over and tangled together. Marcus quickly untangled himslef from her and stared into her curious, deep blue eyes. She barked happily and her lion like tail waved behind her as she bowed down in a request to play. Her huge blue and white wings spread out behind her and Marcus played with her untill they collapsed.
He later learned her name was Pandamonium but the girl just called her Panda. There were others creatures here but Marcus loved playing with Panda. He is happy now but every night, after everyone is asleep, you may hear him howling his thanks to the bright shining moon.
Art: viewtopic.php?f=32&t=723962Other: I came here because I began something similar and never knew why it wouldnt catch... I found this thread today and thought thats why. This is an amzing thread and I couldnever hope to compare with it. I dont think im giving up on mine but this inspires me

[Queen Vivane]

-SHOT-

[Cirque]

I am looking to love and cherish forever...
Picture:
Kennel number: p120
Name: Black Butterfly [Blacky for a nickname]
Breed: Wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
When I was scrolling through Pound of Hope, Black Butterfly instantly caught my eye. Her design is so unique and alluring, and I’ve never seen a character with butterfly wings. I’ve been searching for a perfect character, a different, nonconforming character that is unnatural, but not bizarre. Black Butterfly is that perfect character.
I would make art of her, order art of her, and of course put her in a character thread.
Personality:
Black Butterfly generally enjoys going with the flow, but if she has strong thoughts about something, she will stand her ground until compromise or surrender is presented by whoever is arguing her point. She tends to be a daydreamer, falling into fantasy worlds she can only imagine, only to awoken by reality. With a normally kind heart, Black Butterfly is regarded as being soft, but when provoked, she is quite the opposite.
Likes:
The moon.
Black Butterfly has always loved the moon, drawn to it as a moth is drawn to light. She often wishes she could fly close to it, that her delicate wings would take her closer to the pearly globe she admires every night as she drifts off into daydreams beyond reality.
Daydreams.
Reality is nothing but a curse, in Black Butterfly’s opinion. In her daydreams, she feels as light as air, without even a single worry entering her mind. When she has nothing else to do, she enjoys lying in the grass and staring up at the sky, whether it be cerulean or indigo, and thinking about what life would be like if she had just one wish.
Dislikes:
History/Background:

Throughout my sleep, there floated sparse and cherished memories, bringing dreams of childhood reminisces and nightmares of what ended that joyful time in my life.
My mother, stunning and graceful, laid in the grass, the sunlight making her onyx fur sparkle. Intricate designs of pearly flowers flowed throughout her coat, seeming to glow. A smile danced across her face as she watched me, trying to pounce on and catch insects without success. Occasionally, my wings would flutter and I would life off the ground a few inches, before landing back down. Everything seemed so perfect, so untouchably flawless that it didn’t seem real, but I knew it was, because the following events were all too memorable, just like the horrific nightmares that were to come.
From behind the trees that outlined the sunny clearing came footsteps, forceful and powerful as they thundered over the twigs and leaves that coated the forest floor.
Panic flashed over my mother’s face, erasing the carefree smile that had been there not to long ago. Her mouth opened and she uttered the words that are still engraved in my mind.
“Run, run and don’t come back!”
Obeying her orders, I turned away and sprinted as fast as my short puppy legs would take me. I ran until I was exhausted, and found a small shelter in a burrow underneath a rose bush. Thorns scraped my face and paws as I hurried to get in the burrow, my heart pounding. Footsteps started to enter the forest, and they were getting closer.
Voices filled the air.
“Come out, we know you’re in here somewhere!”
“Don’t make us force you to come out of hiding!”
Similar demands and threats echoed in my ears, and with each one, my heart sped faster until I was sure it would burst from exertion. For at least an hour, the calls and commands went on until I heard the footsteps retreating and exiting the forest.
I stayed where I was, petrified by fear and filled with questions because of what had just happened. Questions I couldn’t answer swam in my mind, while the fear slowly subsided.
Leaving the small burrow that had offered me temporary shelter, I noticed that it was nightfall, and the stars above me were shining brighter than the sun. Softly padding across the dirt and soil that blanketed the ground, I searched the treetops for glimpses of the moon that I had found myself fascinated with from the first time I had laid my eyes upon it. Without being aware of it, I wandered out into the clearing I had fled from just hours ago. Turning my face towards the moon, which was visible now, I realized it was a full moon, and it’s otherworldly light seemed to be focused on the clearing alone.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
I jumped, a frightened yelp escaping my throat as I turned around to see where the voice had come from. Behind me was a wolf that looked slightly older than me, looking at me curiously. Fear seized me, and I stayed glued to where I sat, watching the wolf with wide eyes. Calmly, he stood up and sat next to me, and as he did I noticed he didn’t have a tail. Instead, he had three tails, all gracefully swishing in the chilly midnight air.
“I’m Belou, here to take you to our pack. We’re not the same wolves that chased you earlier, we’re a special pack. A pack for misfits.” He said, glancing at the wings protruding from my back.
“But we won’t take you to our pack if you don’t want to.” He added.
My mind spun faster than I could even comprehend. Mysterious and unknown, this wolf was, but we something in common. We were both misfits among other wolves.
Not to mention, I had no where else to go.
“I’ll go.”
~

“Blacky! Blacky!”
My eyes fluttered open to see an impatient-looking Belou right in front of my face, looking down at me with the greenish-blue eyes of my best friend I had come to love over the two years I’d joined his pack. The pack that had become a haven to me,
The place I’ve always belonged.

Art:
Other:

WIP [:

[ika;]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number: F21~

Name: Maika'i.

[origin; Hawiian- meaning 'beautiful'.

Breed: Dusky Dolphin.

[about; The dusky dolphin [Lagenorhynchus obscurus] is a dolphin found in coastal waters in the Southern Hemisphere. It is very closely genetically related to the Pacific white-sided dolphin, but current scientific consensus is that they are distinct species. The dolphin's range is patchy with major populations around South America, southwestern Africa, New Zealand and various oceanic islands with some sightings around southern Australia and Tasmania. The dusky dolphin prefers cool currents and inshore waters but can also be found offshore. It feeds on a variety of fish and squid species and has flexible hunting tactics. The dusky dolphin is known for its remarkable acrobatics, having a number of aerial behaviors.

.interesting point.

Maika'i holds a rare colour for her species, being a much paler palette of ivory, silver and aquamarine, rather than the steel grey and cream of the normal Dusky Dolphin. Due to this, she is easily spotted when she is close to the surface. Whether this is a hindrance or a help, remains to be seen.

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

I can't believe I've missed this girl for so long! I've always held a deep love for aquatic mammals, and recently went dolphin watching while on holiday. They were breathtaking, so elegant and teasing, from then on I knew I had to have a dolphin character. I never really browse the FON section, but I took a quick look, and sure enough Maika'i was sitting here, looking at me! As I was looking at her, a story came into my mind. I remember when POH first started, and I came here looking for a character; I adopted Elo-Hi [remember him? <3] Well, I think Elohi would be perfect as a role in Maika'i's story, so I'd use them both as a duo team. She'd be much loved, and I would be so happy if I got her!

Personality:

Let's speculate that in life, each person or living being had one word tied to it- one word that described them perfectly. Maika'i's word would be 'pure'.
Simply because she is.
Maika'i is one of those rare personalities that honestly wishes harm on no-one. She appreciates peace, kindness, love- all the finer things in life that are free. Highly intelligent, she enjoys puzzles and intellectual speakers.

Likes:

.peace and quiet- Maika'i has come to love the tranquility and peace of her home, and is easily distressed when something or someone distrupts this. In general, she is a very gentle creature, so it is understandable for her to become saddened if a negative experience is raised to her.

.warm days- Luckily, where Maika'i lives, there are no shortages of warm days! So close to Hawaii, the ocean is a cool sanctuary from the pleasantly hot sun, and the combination of both pleases her greatly.

Dislikes:

.loud noises- There is something about the unpleasant jolt a loud noise causes, that makes Maika'i shiver.

History/Background:

;“I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.”;
William Shakespeare~

[him]

The dog sat on the wharf, his shadow cast long and wide across the scarred wood, swaying ever so slightly as the waves beneath it danced. Lost deep in thought, the canine gave a great sigh, pushing his thick forelegs forward, haunches curled underneath, until he settled again. The sun beat down on his sleek mahogany pelt, burning his delicate skin despite his searches for shade. This dog was certainly a character, trotting out into the heat to sit by the ocean. And it was true, he enjoyed the tremulous bass of the steel drums, played at exactly one o'clock each day, he enjoyed the salty scent as the fishermen moored their boats- he enjoyed the singing of the dancers as they finished for the afternoon.

Life was good to him. Never before had Elohi been so healthy. His ribs were hidden with a layer of muscle and fat, his eyes were bright, and his breath came so easily now- previous respiratory problems long forgotten. There were mornings that he simply woke up and laughed- Hawaii was his paradise. Everything was perfect. The locals accepted him as family, allowing him to sit beside their campfires at night, sometimes even allowing him onto the decking of their houses. The fishermen would throw him prawns or lobster, and Elohi in return, taught their children to respect animals, and stopped their tears with playful barks.

Old John stepped onto the wharf. John was a fisherman, with rough, calloused hands but kind eyes and a golden heart. His greying hair remained tied into a ponytail, tucked over a simple shirt. "Greetings, my boy." He said softly, smoothing Elohi's warm head with one finger. "You look good today. Stay awhile, there are plenty of shrimp in todays nets."

Yes, everything was good.

;"We are tied to the ocean.
And when we go back to the sea,
Whether it is to sail or to watch,
We are going back from whence we came.";
John. F. Kennedy~

[her]

The water was warm today- like every day. Maika'i stretched luxuriously, her curved fluke powering through the water and pushing her upwards. The dolphin gazed at the sky through the rippling glass surface of the ocean, listening closely to the lullaby of the waves on the shore. She was surprised to find how close she was to the sand; she seemed to have drifted into shallower waters while dreaming. Maika'i held no concerns, the townspeople loved dolphins, paddling in the waves and gasping with delight each time they caught a glimpse of one.

She had nothing to fear- the people cared so deeply for nature, that she could surface beside the wharf and not be startled once. The older members of her pod tutted and scolded, for they had seen her playful ways and though they were as bold as she, were still wary of anything above the water. Maika'i glanced around. Darker shapes drifted nearby- the resting forms of her pod. It was no good shutting down again- she was awake and would remain that way. Resolutely, Maika'i allowed herself to move forwards, instinctively to the surface.

The moment her beak broke the water, she inhaled. The air was hot- it filled her lungs and refreshed her.

She could hear the pulsing of steel drums, mingled with faint, contended chatter as people went about their buisness. The dolphin turned her bright eyes to the wharf- the wave-beaten wood moving with the water. Several fishermen were sifting through baskets of fish, placing the younger ones back into the water, where they swam hastily away. Maika'i decided to try her luck. It didn't take long to reach the long stretch of timber, she surfaced close to it, the saltwater keeping her afloat. Sure enough, an ageing man with a ponytail looked up and smiled at her.

"Dolphin." He said softly, craning his head to look at her. "Well, aren't you a pretty one? C'mere sweetheart." The man continued in his gentle way, outstretching a hand to her. His precarious position, overhanging the water, prompted a warning click from the dolphin, and she swam closer, curious.

"You wanna fish? Just don't tell the missus I've given it to you." He chuckled, reaching for one of his catches, and letting it float towards her. Maika'i gulped it down, drifting ever closer. There was something about this man that she liked- his quiet, reassuring manner, perhaps. It was then that he turned, and called out to something. A dog materialized at his side.

The canine was a dark chestnut, with happy eyes and a relaxed manner. He sat by the man, gaping at her. "You two make friends, now. I'd better go take home the fish. Stick around, Elohi." He smiled at the dog, before departing.

[him]

An uncomfortable silence ensued. Never before had Elohi seen a creature like this. Was she a fish? Her beak-like muzzle was slender and long, her eyes intelligent and calm. She had no fur, but a slippery covering of skin. Fish... He decided. She floated easily in the ocean, eyeing him carefully.

He cleared his throat. "Hello."

"Hello." She countered. Elohi was surprised at the melodic quality to her voice- it was soothing.


Other: <3

-featured characters-

Maika'i- see above.
Elo-Hi- adopted from PoH when it first opened. One of my oldest characters.


WIPP~ <3

[Micki.]

Someone should get on chat with me :D