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[Wesley]

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[Darkest.Nation]

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Username
Water For Elephants
Kennel Number
104
Name [of pet]
Skyerunner
Gender [of pet]
Female
Breed/Species [of pet]
Husky x Collie x Wolf (Scene) [She is also possibly a Raccoon Dog mix]
Personality [of pet]
- Intellegent
- Loyal
- Loving
- Energetic
- Independent
- Curious
- Careful
- Fun-loving
- Hot-headed
- Musically driven
Background/History [of pet]
Skyerunner is a very interesting wolf cross...
Use [for pet]
Skyerunner actually reminds me of my best friend (and wifey ). The blue and grey and the glowing colours just remind me so dearly of her. I cannot bear not to at least try for Skye.
As of now I am not completely sure, but she will be a charished character. I WILL get her a mate and let her have pups. I don't plan on RPing her since I don't like RP's too much, but she will have a spot on my character thread. I know this doesn't sound like much, but who really does tons of things with their characters and fursona?
I mean seriously, who can turn down this beautiful fae?
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[H o w l i n g]

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Username:
H o w l i n g

Kennel Number:
One hundred twenty nine . : . 129

Name:
Maize

Nicknames:
May, Holiday, Holi

Gender:
Female . : . ♀

Breed/Species:

Kingdom
Animalia
Phylum
Chordata
Class
Mammalia
Order
Carnivora
Family
Canidae
Genus
Canis
Species
Canis rufus
Subspecies
Canis rufus rufus
Common Terminology
Red Wolf

Personality:


Background/History:


Use:

Other:

Likes:
-
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-
-
-
Dislikes:
-
-
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-
-
Favorite Color:
Sky Blue . : . Light Green
Favorite Time of Year:
Fall
Favorite Time of Day:
Dawn . : . Late Evening
Theme Song:
I Miss You by Blink-182
Art:
[x] [x]
Age [Canine years]:
Sixteen years
Age [Human years]:
Two Years
Height:
Twenty Three Inches . : . 23 in
Weight:
Fifty Pounds . : . 50 lbs
Mate:
None . : . Not currently looking
Parents:
Unknown x Unknown
Siblings:
Unknown
Pups:
None
Relatives:
Unknown

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Thank you everyone who helped with code drop! Thank you soooooooooooooooooooo much for Kaze! I love her so much <3 Hopefully I will adopt some more friends for her :3 thanks again!

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username:Aysan1
Kennel Number:129
Name [of pet]:Maize
Gender [of pet]:female
Breed/Species [of pet]:wolf
Personality [of pet]:Maize is always off daydreaming,she is kind and sweet as the flowers blossoming,she couldn't hurt anything if she dared and she is proud of how much she has a connection with the earth,it always gives her pride that her whole family has such spiratual powers,and she is in tune with nature yet never seen in this world,well atleast in her own eyes. Maize dreams of a fantasia,of lands yet not discovered and planets with so much more to offer
Background/History [of pet]:Maize sat of the grass beside a small flower. It was beautifull just sitting there. "Hello. What kind of flower are you"The flower gave her an akwkard look and fretted opening it's "mouth" to talk a flower's mouth is quite unatural looking but Maize ignored it compleatly. "Scarlet Pimpernel at you'r service" she cocked my head at it curiosely. "Hey kid...?" the flower barged into maize's thoughts. "Oh sorry!" Maize burst childishly.

"My father will here us if you don't hush" Maize responded feebly. The small flower closed it mouth and finally noticed the bigger male sitting beside Maize, his eyes closed. "Are ya sure he's not asleep" he asked rudly. "Sshh please!were sapposed to be meditaiting" she sighed. Oh wait my father can't even hear him! Maize gave an akwkard look and wriggled in her seat,closing her eyes.

"Maize hush now" her father ordered. "Oh" Maize jumped in sudden alarm. "Yes father" she said tiredly. "Father can I go play or...explore!?" she asked giving her father big eyes,her voice filled with sweet enthusiasm. Her father turned his head the other way trying to avoid the "puppy stare" he finally gave in "eh...uh alright but come back...not to late" Maize nodded without a secound thought, and ran off. "Hey kid!" the Pimernel called. She stopped right in her tracks bumping into a tree. Maize turned around and looked over at the flower curiosly once more.

"Let me tell you a story" said the Pimpernel. Maize slowly came back towards him interested by what he had said. "A story about?" the flower smiled "you'll see" he murmurred. Maize sat herself down idely beside the flower and smiled. "Well this is England as you know,theres a story of my kind,they are said to start bad weather when you set you'r eyes upon them" the Pimpernels voice bellowed out louder and his talking style changed. Maize closed her eyes being tacken into the story. "There...was born a small human girl,and she had the same power as you. She could talk to flowers" Maize's heart thumped in suprise. The darkness in her closed eyes now formed into something...

The colors made a vortext shimmering and shinning untill the visual was made for her to see. Something...theres sat a baby's crib,tall and linned with snow white silky soft fabric. The words of the Pimpernel were made to be seen, thrown into her sight,everything he said happened but she could no longer here his voice.

She was tacken into the story. A babys cooes,small and sweet is what greeted her. A blond girl lay in the crib with her hands and feet up and waving curiosly. Two parens came into the room and picked her up lovingly. "Oh darling" the mother said gently. The baby squeeled with happiness making her parents laugh lovingly.
It was clear how much they loved her. What kind of parent wouldn't love there children. Maize knew nothing but the loving grasp of her parents worrys and frets for her. But hidden in the world here are people like that,and somehow deep in you'r heart you can't blaim them,atleast not there.

That sweet perfume sence in the small part of everyones heart,it sometimes grows or shrinks idely. Anyways back to the story. A woman stared out the window,a woman of the same complextion as the baby girl,she was infact the same girl,yet all grown to the age of 28. The age she would die.

At this age she wished to the flowers that when she died of a sickness called "cancer" they would let her see her as a baby again and so it happened!but let's take this story alittle slowly and start from the baby to growing uo...shall we? Her mother loved to garden,she would sing to the flowers and the girl learned from that,and she sat for hourse jabbering on to the glowers big and small sweet and sour. The flowers each had distinct personalitys and distinct scents,because one smelt sweet didn't mean it acted that way. She would just talk to them and the days went on,as she grew she learned how to be a flower seller and she saw so much for of the plants all around her taking care of the needy flowers.

C: ~WIP~ Look at my fail work...hoora!

Use [for pet]:
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:O mai! Wes when I was reading about Maize(yes cause I like to do research deal with it!)I found that part o f you'r personality fits a bit with mine aswell. C: I also have her father,i'm not trying to be greedy but it would be great if they were together. Wes i'm sticking with you'r idea of Maize but I am doing it my way.c: Must get crit! Definetly!
Keep this here. :'D


Username:Aysan1
Kennel Number:130
Name [of pet]:Gin(Meaning-Dark Angel/A bad Angel trying to make you do bad things)said J-in
Gender [of pet]:F
Breed/Species [of pet]:Cat-breed comming
Personality [of pet]:
Cunning: She always has a plan up her sleeve, just in case and a fall back plan for that one,she can think quick and come up with alot in minmal timing
Dark: She does have her sereose moments though,at thouse moment you better listen and listen well because she doesn't take anything,she also has her lot of sereose to be truthfull and they make her more then a little secretive and rude
Fearce: She can at times be easy to get angry,even to few ones she knows and trusts but she can also be the compleate opposit as long as she's having fun
Resorcefull: She knows how to take care of herself,weather it be shelter or food,or anything else she knows how to get it
Hidden: She doesn't tell others her secrets,there bound for her and they'll be only to her,if there her secrets they are to stay with her,because some she just can't trust others knowing
Silent:She doesn't talk to others much and when she does it's a sarcastic responce
Mysteriose: No one really knows too much about her,she strikes as a mystery and isn't likey to stay in one place for very often though she is likely to come back, weather it be 5 years later or one week later
Agile: She is agile with her words aswell as with her body movement,she is able to trick others to doing what she wants this way
Gracefull: She is able to land and her feet as all cats,but she is able to get though with the tinyest of sound and stunts to distract others
Sneaky: Since as a child she could sneak through every little thing getting in her way to go out and do what she wanted
Doubtfull/Dubiose: She is doubtfull to see if anyone will actually proceade in there plans and if they'll even last with the hard choices in life
To her own pace: Even when some one says hurry she'll ignore them,and go whatever pace she enjoys,it gives her some sence of superiority as feeling her thoughts and aspects do matter atleast to her and she'll stand by that
Sarcastic:If she talks she is mostly always sarcastic,a smart alick remark waiting at ever corner and a very sassy attitude
Moody: She is can go from happy to grouchy, but they have a connection with her sarcastic side,some to make her happy and laugh but some to hurt others feeling


Background/History [of pet]:
~I won't stand~
Slowly few foot steps were herd as they passed. One by one untill there light finally dampened into the dark night. The sky blanketed by thouse big coumlus clouds,dark and hidding most of the above aswell as each other. Carefully the small ginger she cat stepped out from the crevices of her hiding place. Her white paws dabbing at the snow,white and glistening. Gin wasn't an ordinary cat as much as it was said,and she was definetly not living in a normal place. The town of Azuri was the town of the dead and devine. The perfect little place for a black angel as much as herself. She wasn't always a cat you mite be suprised to hear. "Gin..." someone took a hand to her furry shoulder and made her fur stand on end as the name Gin was called.

Slowly the transformation began,snow white paws to pale hands and lean glowwing eyes into almond shaped ones put onto a pale females teens face. "Gin...you know you can't stay here. You are to go." The boy was about her age maybe a bit older. Gin brushed his hand off and growled under her warmthening breath "i'll go when I would like to..." she said rolling her deep turqiose almost aqua blue eyes sarcasticly towards him. She walked off into the snow,the forest wear she had been hiding,it beared what they called a portal. She slowly took a step into it and was sent flying,through an invisable screan that left her tramtized as she flew down from a deep stary darkness. Thrown into the burning atmasphear of the Earth.

She wrapped her black wings around her,she looked younger then her actual age and as she got older she still would so to speak. As she landed on the pebbled earth another transformation began changing from her humanic form into one of more serving to her. A cat as that was the only thing she could change into from her humanic form. Slowly taking one soft gentle step on the earth she gave a smile and set herself to look around. Slowly with a sigh,thinking stupidly of herself for questioning the ground eating her up. What a dasterdly thing to think,and what a stupid thing to think. A Gin could handle alot it was true.

Stepping with dainty paws she looked around and chuffed. The small pebbles were cool and smooth,reminding her of Azuri with it darkening nights swallowing you up and snow white as doves. The doves that almost never fly by only in a moment of weakness. "Gin...!" the guy from before ran to her. "What!?" she hissed in her normal grougy voice. "They told me to come. To protect you" he mummbled. Scoffing Gin padded off tail held high. "Gin!Don't be stupid..." his voice soft but sereose as always, he grabbed her by the scruff and held her closely to his cheast. He wore a suit of black plastered closely to his pale tan skin,honey chesnut hair brushing at his face.

Gin grumbled. "Let me go!" but he did no such thing. Slowly he rubbed at Gins head petting her. Gin hated the fact that a purr came out wile she crooned for more. Chuckling he kept on petting her even though she hated how much her cat form loved it. "Why did they make you help?I mean you can't even take care of anything as it is..." she said between her crooning. "Well..." he bit his lip. "They thought that...how do I say this nicely. I would be of better help" Gin grimanced face quickly turning cold. Jumping out of his arms she started to run. "Augh sure..." the boy nodded. "Get away you stupid boy!They said no such thing".

Starting to run towards the trees she was planning to lose him. Turning from tree to tree,but it was no use. He had caugh up with her easly. His hands grabbed for her but she dodged them,untill the last secounds. He grabbed her tightly. His wings had gone in as alot of the Gin's can for some time. "Gin...!" his voice was loud in her cat ears and made her flinch in his grasp. "Stop acting this way and..." in his arms she shifted to her humanic form,without her wings showing. "Leave me alone!you,you..." there hands were intwined in some sort of hug as she wore her snow white suit,her ginger brow hair flowwing lightly wile she squirmed. "Gin you'r..." tears struck out of her eyes rapidly. "I said leave me alone" though at the moment she stoped squirming and her voice shook.

"Gin..." he huffed slowly taking her hands and he still held her in some sort of hug. "Everytime I try...they never beleave in me!they don't give me a chance..." he smiled whiping away her tears. "Don't worry,i'm here to help,not take all the credit" his smile was kind of charming,she hadn't noticed that before. Her long black eyelashes slowly taking some of the teardrop onto them. Slowly he whipped her eyes clear of the tears. Turning her around gently he looked her in the eyes. "Artemis" her voice soft and relentless. Putting his hand to the back of her head he slowly guided her into a kiss. Bouth closing there eyes smiles comming to there lips.

~Mission to Cupid~
Laying slowly on the rugged wood Gin smirked. "Arty...that's not going to work" the teenage boy was trying to fixed the car planted infront of them,to no awail did he sucseed as some black oil splurted out and onto his faded blue shirt. Gin fell into a laughing fit "that worked pretty well. huh?" he voice as sarcastic as always. "Gin shut up!" Artemis grumbled laughing along with her. Gin strutted towards him tail high and with a proud smile. "I sooo didn't tell you" she gave her remark quickly.

Slowly he petted her furry head letting her purr softly. "Like they said we got our work cut out for ourselves" Artemis mummbled running in to change into a yellow shirt. "Gin come here" he said gesturing for her. Gin padded towards him curiosly. "Good kitty" rolling her eyes Gin ignored him sitting down beside him and shifting to her humanic form. Putting one arm around her Artemis slowly kissed her cheek. Her cheeks changed into a pale pink,probably the only one able to make her blush. "Love you" he said sweetly chuckling at her blaintly suprised face. "Me too" she gave a smile one hand on his cheast.

"Ah...Arty whear are we to go from here for our mission to be compleate?" she asked gently brushing away a honey chestnut strand of hair from his slightly tan face. "Hmmm..." Arty grabed there speacle map and pointed to the place,nodding she looked at the small red splotch on the ink black drift paper carefully. "Hopefully I don't meet anyone else that annoys me" she said taping his nose sweetly with her right pointer finger. "Well that hurt" he joked smiling and hugging her,ginger brown hair waving at his face. "Mmmm" he said taking a hold gently of some of it and smiling warmly.

Slowly she huffed and shifted over to a cat landing softly onto his lap. "Come on Gin. Off. I got to go fix that old car" he said softly. Gin curled herself up on his lap the sun slowly heating her fur as it slowly dabbed at her face. "Gin...!" he said with slight urgency. Purring she didn't get off. He pulled her off and gently placed her on the wooden padeo. Grabbing a wrench he was back to finxing the big rusty old blue Camero. Standing she stretched and yawned before laying back down again. The old clacking of the tools as Artemis tried to fix the old Camero seamed to almost lull her to sleep as the roof top shadded her just slightly.
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That morning they were off with the old car fixed. "Arty...?" Gin asked yawning tiredly as there large black wings flapped gently. Arty smiled gently towards her and said "yes?" she smiled and snickered it off "nevermind...it's just that I was thinking that you'r such a terrible Gin" Arty glared at her and lifted her up. "Pull you'r wings back" Gin looked arouind fretfully suprised. "No you idiot!" he wings flapped rapidly. "You trust me right?" he asked look up as she looked down so they stared at each others faces. "Y-yea but...!"-"Then listen to be. Bring back you'r wing" Gin nodded pulling back her ink black wings.

"Look at you. You'r so worried. I thought you said you trusted me" he said with a chuckle. Eyes tightly closed and fists cleneched Gin shook softly. Opening her eyes as she herd him talk she gave a weak smile relaxing slightly. He changed her postion putting her into his arms in a bridal carage. Giggling softly with pale pink cheeks her long black eyelashes bringing out her aqua eyes as they curled lightly. She pulled herself up and kisses his cheek. "Oho...so our infamouse Gin loves a Gin that barely is one?" he asked slickly. "Meh...I have wierd love interests. After all love is love" she said softly slowly caressing his cheek with a smile.

"Look Gin..." Arty pointed down to the small town. "Does'nt it remind you of someplace?" he asked softly. Gin nodded "yea azuri" he nodded back flying her down into the forest near by. The town grew bigger as they neared. Withdrawing his deep black wings he slowly walked into the town beside her. The town was remotly small,few lights on as the sun was comming up at the moment. The wind blew and many a few chimes rung hevenly. It was a purely dusty little town with patches of grass here and there. Though a litttle farther ahead reasted green grassy pastures and big hills wich the sun hide behinde generally every day.

"You know what is really like Azuri?" asked Gin curiosly. Arty took a moment to answer "yea. Azulla's wish,in the first place everone from Azuri goes before setting off some wear else" Gin nodded. "Yea...it really reminded me of Azuri..." she didn't know what to say afterwards. Arty took Gin's hand softly into his. "H-hey!" Gin looked at him awkwardly. "What?"-"It's just people will get ideas...and let go!" Arty frowned "idea's like what,that were lovers?but that's true Gin" his voice a little concerned. Gin sighed "yea..." she relaxed herself before doing anything rash and smile back at him keeping there hands intwined.

Arty chuckled at her "silly girl" he mummbled as they stepped in. Gin curiosly looked around,catching the scents of the place. "Hmmmm..." she cocked her head "theres something about this place that's...not right..." Arty nodded "I sence it too. They did say it was sapposed to be here". A small crunching sounds under Gin's food made her stare down,there layed a peace of paper. Kneeling down she grabbed it "a letter...?" she mummbled looking at it all around before uncrumpling it and gaizing at the words curiosly. "Gin read out loud" Arty urged showing his curiosity and concern.

"I. My love. I wish that you would accept this pleade of love. I know we have known each other for a small amount of time but...I love yoy dearly,I know,it is sudden and that one peace of old crumpled paper won't take you'r heart. Yet I hope you'll concinder and let my love take it as you'r love has tacken mine." wet tears dribbled from the paper,almost fully fry from the dry sand sarounding the whole town,not like the the countrys weather wich changed at a whim of emotion. It was all conciquiently. "From..." Gin found herself whipping with the bottom of her thumb at the unreadable word. "From..." she repeated. More scratching,and more sad agitation came.

"Gin...!" Arty wrapped his arms around Gin safely. "It's not going to work" he said breathing softly to calm her nerves. Gin gave a brocken sigh. "I know...I just wish,that she will give it to him another time in the future...that she'll live happily" Gin said smoothly towards him. Arty licked his lips nervously "...I know" he murmurred soothing voice leaking out protectivly. His almond eyes gave her trust to look into and Gin hugged him turning herself first to face him. She burried her head into his shirt and sobs escaped. "Gin...really now...?" Arty chuckled and strocked her head softly. "I just wish that...no ones heart was brocken,and that there love was lost,in an endless black sea of dispair...like mine" she said her voice humming.

Arty chuckled maturely at her "Me too Gin...me too" Gin relaxed in his arms and then looked up. "Look at me crying know..." she said trying to become peppier so quickly. Arty knew some mite need time,or just forget it all so fast as if it had never been a happening...but not his Gin,his Gin was as fast as she wished to be. "Gin...I love you" he whispered into her ear warm breath lapping at her ear,small huffs of air exploring her ear and neck. "I love you too" she said to him her voice filled with no doubt and so much truth. He set his eyes into hers and they stared ith secounds on end with love in there eyes...oh so much love,it was amazing.



...in an loss for wrighting muise and ideas...stuff. I wrote somethings but the got deleted...stupid interenet...but who's complaining

Use [for pet]: I just love this charecter and after seeing it for the first time i've kept my eye on it. I wanted to try out for this one as soon as it had been donaited and it seamed to get my attention easly,I think she's magnifacent and would love to give her more of a life and will love her alot if I do get her.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Mate:Arty
Apearance:
~Humanic~
Such soft lutiose ginger brown hair that flows down lower then her shoulders and ends a little into the collar line. Soft defined feature,thoguh she is a tom-boy-ish girl with a bit of a shag look,dove white skin suit plastered to her body gently. Her skin is a very pale white and she has pink features,with black finger nails fading from gery. Big curled eyelashs that catch some of her tears and gentle eyebrows,she has turqiose almost sea-green eyes that take you away to a brisk island world of adventure.
~Cat~
From long snow white underbelly, and paws to striking orange with defining soft brown markings she is all with beau. Gin granddour for the eyes weather in humanic form or cat form she catchs you'r eye. Her fur gentle yet a little rugged,soft,smooth pink nose and a beauitfull design pattern.
The song: Do you want me~Hilary Duff
Fears:
Being let go of
Abandonment
Being betrayed
Others getting too close
Love being ruined
Climactic,emotional,and moody people...{Minimal fear}
Loud noises
High pitched noises
"Dieing" in a slow and gruilling pain
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[Boo.]

Username: yagottaluvme
Kennel Number: 31

Name: Voice

Gender: Female

Breed/Species [of pet]: Maned wolf

Personality [of pet]: Voice is a soft spoken wolf. She will often fidn herself at a loss of words when she's talking to males, though she isnt violent she will only back down from the worst of fights. Her slender body and long legs allow her to move swiftly through the forest without losing breath, her paws silent enough not to be heard as much, she can also easily squeeze through smal opening in tree roots. She might be shy but when someone puts her up to a test she can have a sharp tongue. She is very oblivious to the fact males liek her at time though she is ratehr clumsy she hanst relaly noticed. She is very brilliant minded, and is very fast thinking always mysterious as well, she doesnt like to see fighting. She is often turned to for advice on any subject though it is not hard to see why. Her rather large ears also make even the slighest sound easily heard by her, though her beauty hasnt been taken by anyone no hearts have been stolen in her book she may attract the attention of males without noticing.

Background/History [of pet]: Always perfect when she was a pup, Voice was always loved in her pack. Every adult wolf spent time with her for they especially had a thing for the wonderful patterns on her coat. She didnt liek all the attention she received. Sometimes she felt like she needed to hide in the shadows until she grew up. Like she needed to spend etermity in the dark for all of them to leave. But while she was growing up she was devising a plan, and one she was old enough to fend for herself and catch her own prey she stole away into the moonless night happening every month. By that time she was almost full grown and about nine months old.

At first on her journey Jelli had soem true peace and quiet but she learned how it felt to be unwanated, which hurt alot more then love. Bears towering over her like mountain canme and almost killed her. Savage wolves drove her out of her territory, she had never wanted attention as much as she did then. Taht was when she truly grew up, when she learned how hate felt, when she realized what she truly ahd to lose when she left. Though she wasnt about to give up yet. She countinued eat and didnt stop Until she could smell a male, It sent a shiver down her spine but she didnt stop and freeze in place, she let out a big huff and swallowed in. She could smell the scent getting closer and closer almost as if he was ontop of her or surrounding her from each direction. But when she turned around he had already leaped ontop of her.

With a growl Voice clawed the male in the chest though he didnt budge "Why are you here? This is BelleHowl pakc territory" he barked.
Voice growled baring her teeth she shopwed no fear though she truly was screaming inside.
"Ah i didnt know i'm sorry." she whispered.
The male wolf lookeed away and sigehd he leaped off and turned to her a little less mad "You got a name?" he asked.
Voice nodded "Voice" she murmured her toen barely audible. "How about you?" she returned
The male wolf nodded a bit "Fandango" he said as he got up he started walking then turned back "Well? you comin or what? Voice" he growled. Voice was a little shocked but nodded. with that the two made tehre way to the enterance.
Fandango howled out and a black wolf leaped off his rock "I'm teh Alpha, Reily who is this?" he aksed.
Fandango stepped infront of her. "She's with me. May she join us?" he said
Reily took one last glance at her then nodded "yes." he said simply and Voice's smile grew. She might actually have a froever pack thanks to Fandango.

Use [for pet]: Rp's, Character page, i would get art of her.
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]: She likes quiet times, living in a pack too.
Se doesnt liek crowded places or loud noises
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[Wesley]

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Username:
wesleydog

Kennel Number:
Kennel 104



Name [of pet]:
Skyerunner

Nickname[s]:
Runner

Gender [of pet]:
Female ♀

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Canine >> Wolf

Age:
5 1/2 humans years; 38 canine years



Personality [of pet]:
::Authorative::
Skyerunner, while not mean, is authorative. She's a born and skilled leader, and she deosn't hesitate to take charge. She will give wise orders, but she's not bossy. She believes that in order to be in the pack, you have to do something for the pack. She was chosen to be leader because she's the best that they know.

::Wise::
Skyerunner os rather plentiful in the wisdom department. She knows the right thing to do at the right time nine out of ten times that she does something. She knows all of the tricks of the trade, even despite her young age being an alpha. Often, the wolevs of her pack go to her for the best advice.

::Reasonable::
Skyerunner's reasonable skills are rather good, too. She allowed reasonable amounts of prey-eating per wolf, making sure that none takes too much. She gives reasonable punishments to naughty pups and apprentice and violating hunters and fighters. She isn't quick to anger, and even so, she'd never let her anger effect her reasoning.

::Kind::
Skyerunner is extremely kind. She's very sweet, and always had been, and her kindness isn't harshly affected by war or other things. She goes out of her way to make sure that others are okay before she does anything for herself. She's also very compassionate. She's enjoyable to be around and a great friend.

::Caring::
Skyerunner definitely has great care for her pack mates. From the weakest elder or newborn pup to the strongest fighter, Skyerunner is concerned about each and every one and has compassion on all of them when they're having troubles. She'll mourn if anyone dies or gets injured, and she rejoices with each apprenticed pup, each apprentice made a fighter or hunter, and each healed wolf.

::Strong::
Skyerunner is strong willed and strong physically. She would never give up a war or give up on another wolf. She believes in herself greatly, but she isn't cocky about it. She's very capable of pulling through in most any situation. She'll gladly get up each time she fails and try all over again, no matter the outcome.



Background/History [of pet]:
In December, in the falling snow, a black and blue wolf with hints of grey carried a smaller version of herself in her mouth. Her pup. The mother was exhausted and heartbroken. She could no longer avoid the obvious thing at hand. She couldn't take care of this pup any longer. Not by herself. She neared a nice, cozy forest and placed the puppy in the snow. She shoveled the rest of the snow away from the young wolf, hoping the baby wasn't too cold. The puppy whined a bit, not knowing what was happening. Her eyes had hardly opened. The grown wolf came closer to the puppy, and it searched to suckle. She tenderly looked down at her daughter and began licking her fur to face the right way. Pulling away and standing up, the mother touched her nose to the pup's. "Goodbye, my Petunia," she whispered. She turned slowly, then ran away, never once looking back. She knew it would hurt her too badly. The young puppy, eyes opened in slits, was confused. She whined and yelped for her mother, but the she wolf was gone. This was the beginning of Skyerunner's life.

Not long before, Skyerunner's mother had mated with a handsome wolf, Adriach. She became pregnant, and then Adriach ran off. She hadn't been the true love of his life. This broke her heart. She carried the burden of pregnancy, and didn't know what would happen next. She knew that she couldn't keep this baby. She had her puppy mid-November, then, only a month later, she had to let the child go.

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Little over a day after the pup had been deposited, the lead hunter of Nora Pack, Shaika came along. Shaika was mateless and gruff, and far more interested in finding a deer or some other prey than a wimpering puppy. Lo and behold, her luck have out today, and what she least wanted or expected was exactly what she found. She'd had a bit of pity on the pup, a feeling that hardly ever crossed Shaika's heart. She knew that even in the winter, when prey was short, the pack could use another pup. This puppy was too helpless to fend for itself, and she decided to take it in. Having taken it back to camp and gotten strange looks shot at her, she headed straight for the alpha's den. She scratched at the ground, a hard task to do with the snow. Leva, the alpha, having heard Shaika, called out, "Who is it?"

"Shaika, your huntress," responded Shaika, a snow flake landing on her muzzle. Her voice was muffled due to the pup that she was carrying in her mouth.

There was a pause. Then, speaking. "Ahh... Shaika," said first the voice. "Come in."

Shaika slowly stepped in, dropped the pup, and bowed her head.

"Speak," said Leva, quite the curious one about the puppy brought to her.

"I was out hunting today when I came across this abandoned pup. The mother's scent is stale and hidden. She sees about a month or so old," Shaika explained.

"Hmmm..." said Leva, as she pondered at the situation. "We'll need someone to care for her," she said, staring expectantly at Shaika. Shaika stood.

"Certainly you don't expect me to care for her!" she exclaimed, lacking all respect. Leva's eyes burned with hostility for a moment, and Shaika sat back down. Leva's eyes returned to normal.

"No, of course not," she said. "You have your duties to tend to." Quietly, she turned around. "Tell Ava she's wanted."

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Now Ava was a queen that was ready to return to her normal rank of fighter. Her own litter of pups had just been apprenticed. She still had a bit of milk to spare, and would be the ideal care taker of the pup considering that her litter had been the most recent. When Shaika, relieved to get away from Leva, fetched Ava, the kind she-wolf had no idea what to expect. She walked into Leva's den with her eyes on the floor. She dipped her head slowly. Then, Leva spoke. "Ava," she said. "Shaika has found a lone pup within out territory. Have you any milk to share?" Ava looked up, terribly surprised. If there was anything that she had been expecting, certainly it hadn't been this. "Of course," she said, gaving no other answer for her alpha. "Good," said Leva. "Now mind you, you must never tell her that she isn't your own. Not until she is old enough." Ava dipped her head again, then nodded. "I understand," she said without questioning. She took the pup handed to her up in her mouth. "You may go," said Leva before Ava turned and left. She quickly headed off to tell her mate.

Bajo looked down at the squirming pup. He was honored that his Ava had been chosen to care for the pup, but he hoped that she would still have the love left for their own pups. "Have you named her yet?" asked Bajo. "No," said Ava, allowing the pup to suckle. "But I believe I have the perfect name for her," she finished with some consideration. "What?" asked Bajo. "Skyerunner," said Ava. She curled her tail around the pup to keep it warm. "Her name is Skyerunner."

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It took a little while, but Bajo did warm up to Skyerunner. He realized how boring life woulf have been after their puppies were apprenticed if it hadn't been for Skyerunner. "Runner, come here!" he called. Runner had been his name for her for a long time. The puppy, now much larger, and eating normal prey, ran towards him. "Yes, father?" she cluelessly asked. The first few times that she had called him father, he'd flinched noticeably. One day she'd have to find out the truth. And then what? "I'm gonna take you out for a scope of the land," he replied. She looked at him seriously. "Won't Leva have your pelt if you don't do your duties?" she scolded. He laughed and tackled her. "No, silly," he said. "I went on patrol this morning," he explained. "Okkaaayy..." said Skyerunner, not sure whether or not to believe him. Ava watched from the doorway of the den. A sad smile crossed her face. The pup's wild spirit would be crushed when she figured out the truth. And though Ava hadn't planned to tell her for a long time still, her plans were to be ruined, and by a very shady figure.

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"Psssttt... Skyerunner," said a male's voice from the shadows. Skyerunner wandered towards the voice, expecting Bajo. The voice, however, didn't sound like his, and she wondered if it was one of his friends. Instead, the wolf she found herself looking up at was a dark, tall, and quite creepy male with black and red pelt colors. She'd seen him around camp only once, and she struggled to remember his name. "Taiko?" she squeaked. "Yes," he chuckled, squinting and giving himself an evil appearance. "Wh - what do you want?" asked Skyerunner, stepping back. He laughed. "I want you to listen. Only that." She stared at him, quiet, taught to always obey. "Good, good. Now then. One with it," he announced that he would now be saying the important stuff. "You think that you know everything about Ava and Bajo, don't you?" he asked. "Well... I suppose not everything. But, Ava, my mum, her favorite color is pink and she doesn't like it when I'm late so I should be going now..." Skyerunner rambled on. "Hah," he pretended to laugh. "Your... 'mum'? Hardly," he said. "Ava and Bajo aren't your parents! You're just a stray," he finished menacingly, spitting out the last word. Skyerunner's heart stopped. 'No! No!' she exclaimed with fright in her head. "I don't believe you!" she yelled over her shoulder, running away. "Well?" hesitated Taiko. "Believe it!" he yelled, cackling loudly.

A very tired and panting Skyerunner raced into the den. "Oh, honey!" exclaimed Ava, worried. She's never seen Skyerunner rush into the nursery so quickly before. "Have a seat," she said, pointing with her tail towards Skyerunner's bed. Wearily, Skyerunner padded over to her bed. She plopped down just as Bajo entered the room. "Oh," he said, seeing Runner so down. "What's wrong?" he asked, coming into the entrance and circling to sit by his mate. Skyerunner looked down at her paws. "I -I'm sure it's just... nothing," she said, not sounding like she really meant it. Ava shot Bajo a look full of concern for the pup. He tried his best to press on. "Runner," he said calmly. "You know you can tell me anything," he guaranteed her. Skyerunner gave a weak attempt at a laugh. "It's silly really. Taiko said that you guys weren't telling the truth. He said that, that you were umm... not my real parents. He's lying, right?" she asked, standing up. "Yes!" exclaimed Bajo a bit too quickly. Ava, however, couldn't stand to lie to the little pup any longer. Looking down shamefully, she muttered, "No." "Mom?" asked Skyerunner. "Ava," said Bajo through clenched teeth. But it ws too late. "No, she said again as Skyerunner took off, running into the endless woods. Bajo looked at Ava with fury. Anger welled up in him. "Runner!" he called, but it was too late. She was gone.

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Skyerunner dashed through the woods. She ran quickly, ignoring everything in her path. At this point, she wasn't sure what she was running from. Life? No. The truth? Perhaps that was it. But deep inside, even as a little pup, she knew that she could run, but never hide from the truth. She shivered in the cold wind and ran directly into a thorn bush. "Ow!" she creid out. She struggled out of it, leaving black, black, and grey clumps of her fur behind in the thorns. Her pelt and body prickled with the pain of thorns. She limped a tad and made it to a rock. She layed down in the partially melted snow, cold as ever, and pulled the needle out of her legs and paw pads with her teeth. She went to bed that night with an aching and freezing body and a sore tongue.

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News traveled very quickly in the camp of Nora Pack, and by sun rise, Bajo was still mad at Ava, and it had reached Leva that 'Ava had blown Skyerunner's secret and the pup had run away'. Leva summoned to see Ava in her den immediately. "Leva," said Ava, dipping her head. In her mind, she was greatly grieving the loss of her beloved Skyerunner. Leva looked down from her mount at Ava in pure fury. "I trusted you. Why did I trust you!?" she exclaimed. "But I trusted you, to not tell until she was ready! Perhaps she was never going to be ready! Did you think about that? Yet you told her now?" she asked. "With all due respect," said Ava. "I beg to differ. I understand your concern, but it was Taiko who has told her. Not I." Leva nearly spat at the thought that her worthy Beta would do such a thing, but even so, she summoned to see him immediately as well.

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Skyerunner woke and stretched with the sun. It was a beautiful, warm day for the late winter, though the snow still covered she ground. She shook it out of her pelt. She was in a great mood. This, of course, only lasted until she remembered the events of he night before. She yawned and walked in circles, more of a pace, thinking of what to do. Her small paws ached a tad for the night before's running and needles and her stomach growled as she thought of food. In all honesty, though, what she noticed most wasn't the lack of food or shaman to heal her paws. It was the lack of Ava and Bajo. If Ava were there, she'd stroke her fur with her tongue and tell her tales of being a fighter. If Bajo were there, he'd catch her some prey, perhaps teach her to hunt for herself. He'd race her through the woods and explain things about the trees and the plants. Even if they weren't exactly her real parents, they still loved her a whole lot. Perhaps that was what really mattered. It was Taiko that she hated, not them. He ruined her happiness and caused her the run-a-way tortorous night. She planned to go back to Nora, but not before she caught herself, her alpha, and her parents, whom she now once again felt comfortable calling her parents some prey. Just to prove that she could.

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Taiko stood his ground and looked at Leva with pure innocence in his eyes. "Leva," he bowed his head. "Do you honestly think that I would betray that sort of secret to an innocent young pup? I, your Beta? It's not my place to, and I won't be blamed for it," he finished. His speech sounded so good to his own ears that he found himself fighting the urge to bow. Leva was rather convinced, but she believed in giving Ava more of a "fair chance" at justice. "All right then," she said, turning to face them merely seconds after Taiko finished mouthing 'flea bag' to Ava. "I know a solution to this problem." Both Taiko and Ava looked convincingly relieved by this proclamation. But what she said next was a pure shocker. "Skyerunner," she announced. "will come back. She's been raised right, and I'm convinced that she'll soon have found herself coming home. Therefore, when she comes back, I'll simply let her decide who really broke her heart." She smiled a large smile at how brilliant and simple it was. And as that smile crossed Leva's face, and look of pure terror and dread crossed Taiko's. He could only hope that the pup was so mad at Ava and Bajo that she would deny that it was him.

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Not too long later, Skyerunner slipped into the camp's back entrance. She wanted the first people to see her to be Ava and Bajo, so that they would know that she still loved them dearly. This plan, however, was ruined when she entered the camp and was met by Leva. She had no idea how Leva knew to wait for her there, but she dare not question either. Instead, she diped her head and was invited into Leva's den. After walking their, she dropped and hare at Leva's feet and Leva looked rather impressed. "Thank you," she said, walking away. "Stay here," she instructed. Skyerunner dare not disobey, and dipped her head. Her discipline was overwhelmed, however, with the desire to expore, and finally Runner gave in and wandered the nice den. By the time that Leva had returned with Taiko and Ava both, Skyerunner had returned to her sitting position. "Ava!" she exclaimed, not sure if she could call her mom or not. She didn't want to offend Ava, and it didn't feel completely right. "Mom," reassured Ava. "I'm Mom." Skyerunner ran towards her, and it drew tears to Ava's eyes. The moment, however, was broken when Leva cleared her throat. "Skyerunner," she said loudly. "Who was it that told you this truth?" she asked. It didn't even matter anymore, as long as Runner was back, but Leva wanted to know who was lying to her. That was what bothered her most. Runner stared pointedly at Taiko and growled. "It was he," said Skyerunner softly. Leva growled at Taiko, her voice rising and burning in her throat and chest. "You've crossed a line where you are not welcome. Leave me now. Only come back when you know your real place." She turned with that, and Taiko dashed off. She didn't bother to apologize to Ava, hating to admit that she was wrong. However, she did shoot her an apologetic look, and Ava nodded. She turned her attention then to Skyerunner. "Come on now, Skyerunner," she said to the young wolf. "Bajo will be so happy to see you then. Back to the nursery." But this time, Leva broke into the conversation. "I don't believe that's neccessary. Skyerunner's ready to be apprenticed." She had hardly gotten the words out when Ava began licking Runner's fur frantically to face the right direction. Skyerunner puffed her chest out with pride as Leva went to call the pack for a meeting.

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Skyerunner was very happy to finally be apprenticed. She chose that she would walk on the path of a warrior, like Ava and Bajo had. Ava's stories of patrols and battles intrigued Runner, and she wanted more than anything to do those sort of things for herself. She would live for her pack, and die for it as well. A suitable fighter was chosen to be her mentor, a handsome wolf by the name of Azanu. He taught her the basic fighting skills and took her to the arena daily. She was soon one of the best fighter apprentices in the pack. She started going on patrols and took part in one small attack on the Pack of Thunder in the middle of the night. After many months passed, once again, Leva saw satisfaction in her. Beaming with pride, Skyerunner was made a fighter.

After being a fighter for a while, Taiko died. Skyerunner was very happy to have gotten rid of him, even though she would never wish death on any wolf. Something possessed Leva to choose Skyerunner as the new Beta, in place of the killed-in-battle Taiko. Some of the pack protested that such a young fighter was chosen, but Skyerunner was honored to be chosen, and she tried harder than her very best.

Leva became aged, and the pack was grieved, upset that their trustworthy alpha was soon going to be leaving them. She grew sick, and there was nothing that the shaman nor her apprentice could do. In wasn't in their paws to save her. And so, she passed on.

Skyerunner became alpha the night that Leva left them, and took up the responsibility. She chose her Beta wisely. Because she was so young herself, she'd need a middle-aged fighter for her Beta. One that would not soon die after her own death. Seeing as Azanu still had a lot of life in him, she wisely chose her Beta.

Now she rules Nora Pack, not with an iron fist, but with the knowledge and care of an alpha.



Use [for pet]:
I think that Skyerunner is just such a beautiful girl. :'D She's such a wonderful wolf, and she deserves more than a character adoption agency kennel. I'd love to give her her own post on my character thread. ^^ She'd be quite fun to roleplay, and I'd love to spoil her. <3



Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Favorites]:
Art
WIP



Likes
Her pack (Nora Pack)
Skyerunner is certainly filled with love and concern for her pack. It's her whole life and almost all of her personality. It's what makes her herself. She loves how it's run and how organized and close they are all to each other. She's definitely happy and honored to be the alpha of Nora Pack. She also feels very safe and loved in her pack, and she couldn't imagine any other life for herself.

Puppies
Puppies are one of Runner's favorite things. She visit each litter quite often, noting progress and predicting shamans, fighters, and hunters. She's brought back to her childhood as well, seeing their wriggling bodies and smelling their milk scent. Once they're old enough to play and communicate, she loves to play around with them and watch them tussle with each other. Two weeks before they're apprenticed, she likes to take them out for a grand tour of the area. It's funny to watch them pounce on leaves and chase squirrels in the excitement.

Ava & Bajo
Even though hey led her to believe that she was their own pup, Skyerunner loves them and knows that they eventually would have told her the trouth. They meant her no harm, and even though it took her a while to, she realizes that. They gave her a rather nice childhood and she got more than she could have had without them.

Peace
Skyerunner loves peace in both ways. Silence, and no war. She makes sure that her fighters and hunters don't cross borders and keep their apprentices under control, and she won't stand for them to pick fights with the bordering packs, Sova Pack, and Pack of Thunder. She also likes silence and calmness, though sometimes the quiet makes her feel sad and empty.

Forgiveness
Skyerunner is a stickler for forgiveness. She has a strong belief in it, and she lives by it. If it weren't for her foing so, she'd never have returned from the wilderness, and she wouldn't love Ava and Bajo any longer. But she does, and she'd learned to live past things.

Dislikes
Hatred
Skyerunner really doesn't like a hatred soul. She can't stand the word hate, or haters. It's just not right. Why not hold peace? Hating is pointless, becvause whoever you hate is just one more person that doesn't like you either.

Taiko
Taiko is the one exception to Skyerunner's no-hate policy. She absolutely despises him, and cannot in any way express her feelings towards him. He greatly disturbed her life and happiness, and it seemed likely that he would betray the pack. It's certainly a good thing that he didn't live to be an alpha.

War
Wars are treacherous and useless. Skyerunner dislikes them deeply. It is very rare that she would call and ambush on another pack or joyfully start a fight. Wars cause unneccessary slaughters and sad deaths. They cause painful wounds, broken limbs, and unhappy wolves. War is a rather torturous thing, and Skyerunner will never live to love it.

Disloyalty
Disloyalty is stupidity. Skyerunner hates it.There is no point to being in a pack if you only plan to betray it. She has no room for traitors in her pack.

Humans
Naturally, Skyerunner doesn't care much for humans. They're very disruptive of a wolf's life and they're known to try to capture wolves. They're very reckless and loud when they come to the forest, and they've also been known to start fires. Because humans are bigger than wolves, Skyerunner often struggles to protect her pack from them.

Favorites
Favorite Color: Cordillian Blue
Favorite Memory: When Bajo was teaching her how to hunt and fell into the pond (hehe)
Favorite Month: March
Favorite Season: Spring
Favorite Time of Day: Mid-Evening
Favorite Natural Fascination: Sunset
Favorite Weather: Rain



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She can create a lovely picture.
But, this story has a twist.
Her paint brush is a razor,
Her canvas is her wrist.
She drowns her pain and sorrows,
In hues of red and black.
But those sad days are over,
And a beautiful young woman is back.

Username:
Puppy94
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Kennel Number:
# 19
Kennel Number Nineteen
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Name:
Coralina Vivianne
That is her full name. She refuses to be called that. She prefers, and only answers to, Cora. She will accept the occasional Vivianne, if she is in a good mood. This name has no meaning of which I know of, I simply thought it sounded very pretty and would suit her beautifully.

Gender:
Female | Fae | Girl
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Breed/Species:
Mexican Gray Wolf x Scene Arctic Wolf
Coralina Vivianne is 40% (forty percent) Mexican gray wolf, and 60% (sixty percent) scene arctic wolf. She has just a little bit of fennec fox in her blood, as well as Australian shepherd. But that was from at least six generations before her. Her great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother was a fennec fox, and her great-great-great grandfather was an Australian shepherd.
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Personality:
Bad-Tempered
Cora has a very short, bad temper. She refuses to take crap from anyone, and is not afraid to let anyone know it. Coralina Vivianne will lash out without hesitation. She believes that as a flaw, a curse, though. She feels like people dislike her for her temper. Even though Cora can't control her emotions, she tries very hard not to be nasty to others when she is upset. Usually, she will only snap at the one whom made her mad and let it out, so when she talks to friends, or family, she doesn't offend them or seem rude.
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Happy & Bubbly
With Cora, hardly a moment is dull! She is always coming up with entertaining things to do. For example, when the power went out a Cora's house, she had the idea of candle-light hide-and-seek. Coralina is very hard to make sad, though she may be angered quickly. She is always happy-even a bit air-headed, when insults and taunting names are brought into the conversation. Someone may sarcastically comment on her choice of clothing, and she will reply with a cheerful, "Why, thank you for noticing! This shirt is brand new." And continue with her current task. Like I said, impossible to make sad!
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Protective
Lastly, Cora is very protective. If she feels someone is going to hurt anyone she cares about, she will immediately try to intervene, and stop it at all costs. She can be a bit nasty when she gets like this. Like most females, she was born with the instinct to protect those she loves- especially pups and younger siblings. Coralina Vivianne will not accept anyone attempting to push around, hurt, bully, or anything of that nature, her friends. And she will stop at nothing to make her friends feel better and avoid having another incident of the sort.
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Likes
Music- When listening to and plying music, Cora can just let out all of her emotions. If she is sad, Cora will song it to express herself. It relaxes her and lets her just have a few moments of soothing peace.
Linkin Park- There is only one thing to say, for Coralina. THIS. BAND. IS. FREAKIN'. AWESOME.
Harry Potter- Cora is Harry Potter-crazed. She actually sobbed for three hours straight when the last movie premiered. She adored the books, and was delighted when the first movie came out. She will read the whole series before and after each movie premiere.
The Earth- Go ahead and call her a hippie! It'll only give Coralina Vivianne more amusement. She is a tree-hugger and loves the Earth. Feel like being a litter bug today? Prepare for the merciless wrath of Cora!
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Dislikes
Spiders- Coralina Vivianne may as well have arachnophobia. She completely flips out If she sees one. At the pet shop, when her brothers were buying a lizard, she saw a tarantula in it's cage and passed out, right then. She woke up, screamed, seeing a spider WEB, and passed out all over again. She can't stand the things!
Polution- She won't accept it! Cora can't believe that people are just sitting back and watching the detraction of our home-planet.
Mondays- No one likes Mondays. It's just our way of life.
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Favorite Season
Fall. The colors are so beautiful!
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Favorite Movie
Lemonade Mouth. Sure, it's a Disney movie for children ten and lower, but it's awesome!
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Favorite Color(s)
Neon Blue, Cornflower Blue, Opal, Lavender, and Pale Green. Maybe a tasteful pink, here and there.
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Favorite Weather
Sunshine, lollipops, and, rainbows everywhere! Didn't answer your question? Cora likes it when it's sunny and bright. (x3 Trust me to answer a question by bursting out in song.)

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Background/History:
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Use:
If I had the fortune of winning Coralina Vivianne, there is a large list of things i'd do. And, I shall tell all of you awesome-sauce judginess judges. First, I'll squeeze her in a mega-hug until she cannot breath. Then, I will let her go, allowing her to breath, and make her a nice, cozy room in my character thread. I will also constantly watch the Character Match-Making thread to see if there is a handsome boy that could be her mate. I would like to breed her- it doesn't matter with who, her puppies would be splendid! I will also, if I were to get Cora, make and order lots and lots of art for her. I am planning in buying from Spotty soon, and thought, hey! She'd be perfect! So, as an over-view: I will make Cora a room in my charrie thread, I'll find her a mate, I'll let her have pups, I'll order and make lots of artwork for her, and I'll love her forever and make her my squishy-pet. Don't know what a squishy-pet is? A squishy-pet is an imaginary breed of which I've come up with. When I am sad or upset or just wanna snuggle, I go on CS and role-play them! I known its weird... What I'm trying to say is I will love her forever and never let her gather dust.
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Favorite Quote:
"Forget their sorry butts! I wanna donut."
This interesting sentence was made by Cora one morning when she was texting her friend. Her mother had asked she walked to school with her two younger twin brothers, on the exact same morning her highschool wa doing a fundraiser for their church and were giving donuts away for free if you attended a program. So, of course, Coralina Vivianne made a mad dash for school while her brothers lagged behind.
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Theme Song:
Party's in my Head- September

Other:
This form is a work in progress. <3
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[Wesley]

Username:
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Kennel Number:
Kennel 161



Name [of pet]:
Riley (Riley Green)

Gender [of pet]:
Female ♀

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Canine >> Dog >> Rottweiler x Doberman >> Hint of Burmese Mountain Dog

Lineage:
Father - Rottweiler x Doberman
Mother - Rottweiler x Burmese Mountain Dog



Personality [of pet]:
::Fun-loving::
Riley is very fun-loving. Anywhere that she sees anything that's remotely fun, she tries to take part in it. Sometimes she likes to think that the party doesn't really start until she walks in. Perhaps she's right. She can't seem to find the same happiness in a boring, dull life.

::Adventurous::
Riley Green loves to go on adventures! That's what makes life as a pirate so fun! So loves to go to islands and beaches, and to sail over the sea. She likes not knowing where she's going. The doubt in life is what makes it life. She is always up for a great adventure and certainly isn't the one to wreck the party.

::Faithful::
To Mr. Sclap, Riley is like a parrot on his shoulder. She's always faithful to him, hardly ever leaving his side. Sometimes people are brought to wonder if they are glued to each other, because one is rarely seen without the other. She's always going to love him, and she'll always be looking out for him. She's kind of like the dogs and cats in the newpaper stories that Mr. Sclap read to her. If there was anything that was going to endanger him, she'd immediately let him know. Genetically, Rottweilers are bred to be good safety and guard dogs, so it's no wonder that she's so protective of him. And like a Burmese, she has the great qualities of saving.

::Outgoing::
Riley is very friendly and social. She's interested in others and their actions and personalities, and she loves to make friends and just overall have a good time. She's also very responsive, quick to answer and help those that she's gotten to know.

::Seaworthy::
Riley, most like a vessel, was literally made for the sea. She was constructed as a pup for it, and she likes to think that perhaps some of that cold salty ocean water runs through her veins like blood. She's very safe on a boat, though sometimes she's having so much fun that she forgets to take a few safety precautions. But only here and there of course.



Background/History [of pet]:
Little Riley Green was born on Tanaan Island, a beautiful little island, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. She was pretty much a street dog, and no one really wanted her for their own. She couldn't be stolen, because she was the whole town's dog. Mandon, the small town that she lived in, was very close and very normal, perhaps even a bit more quiet, until she showed up. She was born to two street dogs, and no one could honestly take ownership of the little pup. But the pup was alone and helpless, and as a town, they raised her. The milkman would always leave a glass poured into a bowl out for Riley, and the bakery would give her bagels and biscuits daily. She received a bright pink collar from the salonist of the area, and a faux flower bracelet sort of thing from the florist. But other than that, life was boring for growing Riley, until one day.

Riley began to get too skiddish. She was in a town surrounded by water, and there was no other place to go. It was the same food every day, and the same people and things. It got rather boring after a while, and she began to misbehave. It wasn't the poor pup's fult! She deserved parents, and a life full of more fun and freedom. She was just too restless now. The town was surprised by her sudden change, and they began to think that she was getting to be too much of a handful. Each day she would wreck the gardens and flower carts, and dig under people's fences. Something had to be done about this young menace. When what they thought was a sailor came into town, they gladly offered the man a dog to help watch his ship. The man was blown away by how cute the dog was, and he took her. As soon as he got back to his ship, he revealed to the other men of his crew the dog that he had brought them. The man, changing his clothes, again took a more pirate-like spirit, though he never bore that awful personality that you think of when you picture a pirate.

This time, instead of getting a community, Riley received the man as her very own, Mr. Sclap. Mr. Sclap would spoil her, reading her stories of great adventures from near and far. Tales of krakens, sunken ships, and buried gold. And as he spoke of the amazing journeys, their very own ship headed on its own journey. This life was much more exciting for the young pup. As she grew older, Mr. Sclap decided that it'd be best to train her now. She was taught simple things, to whine if she heard a gun or cannon shot, to bark 2 short yips for each ship threatening to start a water-war, and one long howl for any other warning sign. She served the ship loyally, and was more than capable of keeping them safe.

The first time that they made their mission, Riley was over-joyed. They allowed her to go on a boat to ride to the shore just like any of the other pirates. They made it to shore safely, and dug with shovels from the ship as Riley used her paws. They found a treasure chest, sealed tightly shut. They threw it at a few things, and used a sword to cut open the top. Anything to loosen it up. What they found was not the gold that they had hoped for, but "pirate jewels". The chest had a dark crimson bandana with a skull, a few swords, non-abundant gold, perhaps three pieces of it, a few pences, and a treasure map to a further location. This had been a chest from a pirate that knew it was his last days. Mr. Sclap quickly grabbed the bandana, and wrapped it around Riley's head. Now, she was a real pirate.

After that excursion, they set off for the next island. On the way, they had to stop at another island to restock with water, breads, and dried meats, not to mention a few pieces of clothing. Mr. Sclap, naturally just a tad untrustworthy, (he is a pirate after all), had pocketed the pences, and bought Riley Green a second bandana. This one had stripes of black on it, and the burgundy matched the one on her head rather perfectly. He thought that he'd done well.

Not too long later, another pirate joined their crew. Along with him was a dog that he'd taken from a proper English woman, Biscotti. Biscotti and Riley instantly clicked, and they began a friendship with a bond that was very strong. The pair of them were nearly inseperable! That was when the adventure REALLY started for Riley.

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"Riley! Riley!" Biscotti yipped. Riley had seemed to have performed her disappearing act again. Where in the world could she be? The small labrador and golden retriever scowered the boat for the rottweiler mix, and caught sight of her short slightly-curled tail. "Aha!" said Biscotti, running to where Riley was.

Riley was pulling out a bag of corn flower with her mouth. "What are you doing?" asked Biscotti. Riley looked at Biscotti as if that had been the dumbest question that Riley had ever heard asked before. "Why, I'm getting the corn starch for Sclap!" she said. "He's asked me to, and I intend to do better at it than any stupid cat or parrot." Biscotti laughed quietly. Riley had always had a huge despise for any animal other than her own species. She almost pitied cats because they were so stupid and weak, and she thought that parrots had no place on a pirate's shoulder. After all, they were so dumb that they would likely just fly away! And of course they wouldn't know the ship was moving, so how could they be expected to find their way back? Riley only wished that she'd have that much luck with Bax.

Biscotti looked at Riley Green, seeming to read her mind. "Oh, Riley, you don't really mean that, do you? Bax is a good bird," she said, personally rather fond of him. It was a tad annoying how much they were overlooked because of him, though he'd never done anything but be nice to them.

Riley rolled her eyes and padded away, looked for Sclap. She was rather unsuccessful though, heaving the heavy bag along. She dragged it down the stairs to the lower deck, not missing a step from being so used to walking down them. She pulled the bag forward until she was standing right in front of Mr. Sclap. He chuckled jollily with that little ring that his laugh always had to it. He really wasn't so bad... for a pirate. "Ahh," he laughed. "Good girl," he said, reaching down to pet her head softly. Riley licked his fingers, then turned to go back up the stairs. She was feeling energetic, and she had the desire to run the ship.

Speeding along, Mr. Longs looked down at her. "Arrggh!" he yelled with that classic pirate tone, "What be ye doing? Get away from here, doggie," he said. Riley was a bit frightened. She hadn't exactly noticed that she'd entered a place where she wasn't allowed. She continued to circle on the ship, making a game of it in her head. She counted the boards, then tried to jump over a certain number of them. Afterwards, she imagined she was flying, then, walking the plank. She was having so much fun daydreaming, when she was brought back to reality by a familiar shout of, "Land ho!"

Riley ran to the far east edge of the ship, barking happily, and the other pirates hunched over the side, straining their eyes to see the island that lay before them. Thinking thoughts of only one thing, the treasure that awaited them.

On Riley's first adventure, the treasure hadn't been true at all. How would it go on this one? She looked around the place, looking for anything unusual. A bit back she could here the echoes of the crew depicting the map. "Two steps East," she heard, just before there was a loud thump. Or perhaps it was a bang. It was a noise that Riley Green would never be able to describe. The sound of... success. Of find. Of... gold.

A shovel had hit a chest, the real one, when a young pirate had jammed his digging equipment into the ground. Everyone began digging frantically, and they pulled out a large metal chest. The problem was, they hadn't any key. But the pirates were smart. They knew to keep looking. Whoever had set this up, had made quite an adventure. All they had to do was find a clue to the key. They were the ones meant for this treasure. The captain set off first, making his way into a small cave. The cave was moist inside, the floor and walls damp. Water droplets trickled from the ceiling and splashed on the floor. A puddle had grown into a small body of water. None of the crew was sure of whether or not they should follow him, so they held back. But Riley couldn't stand it anymore. She took a few paw steps, and then she was off, too fast for her to stop herself.

What she found in there made her heart pound. In the corner, inside a bottle, was the strangest key that she'd ever seen. It was large and silver and slightly rusted, and instead of a normal key shape or a sort of engraving, there was a very complicated key shape with a silver spider on it. The spider was very detailed and looked as if it were real, as if it had wrapped itself onto there ages ago, and became a part of it. For a minute, Riley wondered if that was the truth. But she dropped the thought and barked softly. The captain, startled, turned around. He didn't know what to expect, and was a bit upset when he saw the young dog, but as soon as he saw the bottle that she carried in her jaws, he dropped the anger and was filled with greed and want. He grabbed at the bottle and hit it against the wall of the cave. It shattered, created a high noise that sent the crew on the edges of the cave into small panic. When their captain and the little pup walked out of the cave with a very intricate key, though, they al rejoiced.

They stuck the key into the metal chest as one, and then all let go but the captain. Each one of them, human and canine, held their breaths as he twisted the key. He popped the lid open, and each pair of eyes popped out of their respective heads. In there, was gold. More gold than they'd ever seen before.

But the thoughts that filled Riley Green's mind were not thoughts of want or greed or desire to buy, but thoughts of the best thing she could think of. Success. Mission: complete.



Use [for pet]:
Now I know that Riley was a fursona before, and I can't give her that same pleasure, because a fursona only really represents one person. However, I can do the next best thing and give her a pleasant little forever home. It is a shame that her old owner, the one whom she represented, was too busy to come onto Chicken Smoothie any longer, and I'm sure Riley will miss her, and she will miss Riley. But I'd love to give Riley a great new home as a main character, because I've just fallen in love with her and her design. My only hope is that she will be allowed into my home. :3 I'd certainly add her to my thread and use her in roleplays and such. ^^



Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:

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By me:
Done, but I need to upload it. It's a traditional headshot.



Likes
- Friends
There is no happier place than a place with friends. No parties and no fun can take place without friends surrounding Riley Green. She is a very friendly person, instantly making her drawn to be social and to be nothing without friendship. Her best friend is Biscotti, a small golden retriever and yellow lab mix puppy her age, the only other dog on the vessel.

- Pirates
Even though it's hard to look past their stealing and gambling, Riley really does like pirates. The kindest pirate that she's ever met was Mr. Sclap, and she's glad to be accquiantanced with and owned by him. She likes that they live their life on the sea, and she thinks that it must be terribly fun to "hoist the sails", roll the die, and sing old songs each day as they worked.

- Children
Despite most pirates, and yes, even their parrots and monkeys, or in this case dogs, Riley Green really loves children. They're fun and easy to work with, and they love to play and cuddle with her almost as much as Mr. Sclap himself. They're just full of energy, much like Riley. In fact, she's so energetic that she likes to run around the ship sometimes, only for the fun of it.

- Adventure
Riley likes adventure! Excitement! Anything but dullness and boring things! This is why she loved leaving the land behind. On the land, it was boring. The same baked bread that she got from the bakery (no, she didn't steal... ) and roaming the same streets, even as a puppy. But the ocean! Boy! What a great life. She loves going on quests and missions. The stereotypical gold and treasure and maps! Yo ho yo ho, a pirates life for her indeed!

- Destination
Even if it means that the adventure is over, Riley cannot deny that she loves getting where she's supposed to go. It's like a race to the finish line, a race with no one, and it's great to get that feeling when the whole crew's accomplished something. And yes, she contributes! She and Biscotti gladly take the pirates their food and are taught to alarm when they're being attacked or when they see land.

Dislikes
- Dull, Boring Things
Riley Green is definitely bored by boring things. She likes exciting colors like red, lime, bright pink, neon orange and exciting adventures like treasure finding and bear hunting, not dull things like black and white, grey, and dark blue, and certainly not fishing or coconut picking! Things like that just don't fit her or her bright personality. Save it for the boring people, the people that don't spark quite as much as her.

- Land, Grass
From all of her time at the sea, Riley's legs are wobbly and frail on land. It's not a fun feeling, and she seems like a drunk little puppy, though even after she stops feeling so dizzy, it's still not great. Grass, while it has a soft underpaw feel to it is very bland and plain, and it's always standing still. Land as a whole is just another snooze fest.

- Krakens!
While Riley's ever encountered a kraken before, she's heard enough stories and tales to believe in them. Their own ship, the Lady Margot, had been pulled under by a kraken once of course. Just like any other good ship! How did it get to be so perfect again? Well, Riley's never really thought it out that much. But the thought of a mighty creature with thousands of teeth and nasty saliva and strong tentacles sounds hardly likeable to Riley. She wisely takes extra precautions. Who knows what would happen if one sucked her under. Death?

- Cats and Parrots
Riley Green doesn't really care much for any sort of other animals, though cats and parrots make the top marks. Any normal pup has a natural hate for cats. Ever since she was young and back on land, long before the sea, she'd chased cats all over the town, causing some trouble. She's quite a bit envious of any other animal receiving attention. Parrots, too bother her, especially the one on board of the ship, Bax. He gets so much attention from the other pirates. Who says a classic parrot needs to be on board? Get a dog.

Favorites

Favorite Color: Red
Favorite Place: Ocean (on her ship)
Favorite Person: Mr. Sclap
Favorite Season: Autumn
Favorite Weather: Sunny with a breeze
Favorite thing to do: Sleep on Sclap's lap

Appearance

Fur: A coffee brown with toffee and white markings
Markings: Toffee and white dots on her left hip
Jewelry: Gold earrings (2) in her left ear
Other Accessories: Red with black stripes bandana, pink with white dots collar, red with skull bandana
Eyes: Black
Tail: Short and slightly curled
Nose: Black

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Kennel Number: 141

Name: Charge

Gender: Male

Breed/Species: Canine

Personality: Charge is a cunning sly wolf. Rather arrogant yet at the same time very quiet. If you talk to him at all you can a expect a sharp remark back but once you get to know him you realize he usually doesnt mean it. He is known for disappearing when soemone looks away probably because of his fast feet though he is hard to understnad he was really meant for a pack life. He has a way of keeping some many secrets and yet he can hide tem so well, he seems so mysterious that no one botehrs to ask. Charge is a great fighter but doesnt have much of a skill with hunting, he is very defensive probabkly ecause of his harsh past that he refuses to share but he always seems to have a story to tell. The male's scent is barely even noticable in the air, its quite funny how easily he seems to scamper off without a trace..

Background/History [of pet]: No one knows the definition of harrassment like Charge. The runt of teh litter he was never given a name. He was always laugehd at for his beautifully brightly colored fur though all teh otehrs pups were dull and grey it seemed more liek a curse at the time then the gift it turned out to be. His pelt is almost the exact opposite to his personality. Though he is liek a firewok on the inside he hides all of his spark beneath his abuse.The pack never accepted him for who he was, his slender and small body wasnt strong enough for fighting and his legs were at the time not long enough for good hunting methods to be taught.

From the moment he failed his acceptance test, the alpha tred to bury him alive and watch him rott, though he alwasy thought it was a gae and that is family loved him. He would always shake off the dirt and run to his mothers side. Though on the coldest day of the winter his mother took him about five miles out and dropped him in th blizzad before he could speak she bounded off never to see him again. About an hour after he realized he had been abandoned. But in the end he thought it was better then trying to be smashed underneath his fathers claws, being trampled and biten, on purpose. Charge was never sre how he lived through it but when he did he promised himself not to trust anyone the way he trusted his parents. He named himself charge and set out to fidn a family to call his own.

He had planned from teh very start when he was strong enough he wanted to go back and fight his parents and his littermates who stood and laugehd as they tried to kill hima nd get rid of him. he would be avenged. Though he traveled through the wood light on his paws he could fel like he was being watched every moment. His eyes wandering all over the wood. Could it be true his family idnt like his colors? They wanted him dead? No, he had no choice but beleive it but somehow he coudlnt draw himself to beleive it. Even if he wnated to fight his family, he was sure he couldnt take them. His tail swished behind him as he could see a clearing up ahead though, when he sprinted though teh thickets andburst through the clearing an angry bear was there to greet him.

Charge though about running but why bother? If he couldnt take down a bear how could he do it to all his family. The bears massive paw flew toward him and smacked him hard in teh gut, Charge fell over but didnt stop, he leaped up to hi paws and sprang onto his back he bit onto the bears nek but the bear shook him frantically, Charge held on with his jaws for dear life and when he stopped charge tore off a chunk of teh bears shoulder and fell back, covered in blood he got up growling as the bear fell. dead. Charge jumped up onto the bear grinning that was when he knew if he trained hard enough he could do it.

So Charge headed back west again training along teh way he prepared for fight.

Use [for pet]: Same as Voice, Rp's, Character gallery and i would get alot of art of him

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