Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Missy]

Ah, Toady, I can't wait to read your story X3 it's going to be great

I just hope it might be almost as good as yours!

hahaha no. trust me, yours will be amazing like last time

[mirage.]

I'm trying out for number 4! <3 I was staring at all of them, and suddenly it hit me that she would be perfect for Raquel's mother. =P I shall be working really hard on this form. <3

[Chansonbird]

Bookmarking! Love these!

[! october]

I would like to adopt!

Number: #2
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Name: Shadow
Species: Fox Demon

Personality: Shadow is a natural born leader, believing in justice and equality. This makes it hard for him to live in a pack ruled by his father, who is the total opposite when it comes to leading. Despite his appearance, Shadow is not cold-hearted, or battle-loving. He values intelligence and knowledge, never making rash decisions. Shadow has had to deal with many terrible things throughout his life, but he has managed to perservere through all of them because of his hard will and thoughtfulness. Because his father is possessed, Shadow has to deal with others thinking the same of him, though he is nothing like his father; Shadow is peace-loving.

Likes: Shadow loves Nisa, the beautiful white female from the rival pack. He enjoys overcoming difficult situations, and solving problems. He also likes nature; cold, snowy winters, and warm, sunny summers. Spending time with Nisa is one of his favorite things, for she has never judged him, and hopefully never will. He also loves his mother, who is always there to provide him with guidance.

Dislikes: Shadow dislikes hate, war, and violence. He also hates discrimination, and being feared because of his appearance. He also dislikes his father, for trying to press a hateful, proud midset on him, and for trying to force him to take a mate. Shaff, from the rival pack, is another dog that Shadow dislikes, because of Shaff's closeness to Nisa.

Background:

Many years ago, far away, there stood an old mansion. This mansion stood on top of a giant grassy hill, with gorgeous wild flowers scattered around. At the base of this hill there was a beautiful forest with tall, leafy trees that let dappled sunlight fall on the green ferns. Huge willow trees stood around a large pond that was also at the base. The landscaping could have been out of a fairy-tale, the mansion could have been a castle. The place where this land was had wonderful seasons; rainy springs, leafy autumns, warm summers, and snowy winters. This property went on for acres and acres, and far in the distance beautiful mountains could be seen.

In this lovely place lived the Willerman family. The Willermans were extremely rich, which is why they possessed what they did. The family lived in that mansion for generation after generation, for it was passed down to the next family member in line. The Willerman family loved animals. Inside the mansion, there were tanks of fish, exotic looking cats, and colorful birds. For a long time, they had a herd of Shetland ponies that ran free on their property. But mabey the Willermans' favorite type of animal was the canine. Several of them owned tamed foxes and wolves over the years, and one member of the family was even known to have possessed a tame Hyena.

The strange thing is, the Willermans didn't mind keeping foxes, wolves, and hyenas captive; but they all refused to keep a dog inside or locked up. Though this family lasted for hundreds of years, a dog was never kept as a pet. This may have been because the second generation of Willermans started the Pack. This couple bought eight purebred dogs, all of the same breed, and all gorgeous. They had pointed, erect ears, long, volumous tails, and lean, muscular bodies. They were large, brave, intelligent, and strong dogs; all with different colored fur. These eight were released in the Willermans' property, and fended for themselves. However, the Willermans loved their dogs, and kept very good track of them. Each birth, death, and mating was documented; and all these documents were kept. The Pack wasn't allowed to breed with any outside canine, so their race was kept pure.

The Willermans prospered for a long time, but eventually the current owners of the mansion died, and it was given to their son (Benjamin) and his wife. Benjamin and his wife lived in California, they were the "in" type, and had no wish to move to some isolated, old mansion in Europe. Benjamin traveled by plane to the mansion, and collected the many cats, rabbits, ferrets, birds, and the raccoon inside. He sold these pets for money alon with the last two Shetland ponies. He had no wish, however, to go out and round up the many dogs that roamed free. Benjamin collected the money and expensive furniture in the old mansion, and left. He never camp back. No Willerman after him ever came back for many, many years.

Only a few months before Benjamin came to ransack the mansion, a new member of the Pack was born. He had beautiful, sleek black fur, and was named Tredayor. Tredayor was popular in the Pack, he was an exellent hunter, and helped bring down one of the last of the three Shetland ponies. It was truely a shame that Benjamin took away the other two, for they has served as a good food source for many years. The Pack roamed the land, prospering and growing in size. By the time Tredayor was an adult, the Pack had almost thirty members.

When he was old enough, Tredayor took Megayin, another black dog, as his mate. Tredayor had rosen up to second in command in the Pack, and was loved by all the members. Then the Possesion occured. The Possesion. Even the name sounds evil. No one knows how or why, but Tredayor became possessed by a demon. At first, only his behavior changed. He began to get angrier and more agressive, and physically abuse Pack members he didn't like. After a few months his appearance began to change, too. His eyes went from warm brown to radioactive yellow, and strange yellow shapes and runes appeared on him. Wings sprouted from his back, and his body shape changed from that of a dog to that of a fox.

A strange thing about the dogs from the Pack was that they were all solid colored. It was extremely rare for there to be a spotted or patched dog. Therefore, most of them were either light colored or dark colored. The demonic, dark Tredayor ended up fighting and killing the leader of the Pack. He took his best friend as second in command, and began his rule of tyranny. Because of the demon inside of him, Tredayor hated the light colored dogs, prefering the darker ones. He began to drive the lighter colored dogs out of the Pack, so only dark ones remained. The white, silver, pale gray, tan, cream, and light brown dogs started their own pack, that kept away from Tredayor's.

The two packs fought over territory and prey for months and months, and about a year after the Possession took place, Megayin bore Tredayor a son. The son had the same build of a fox as his father, and the same black fur. His eyes were yellow-green, and he had black wings. Unlike his father's many markings, the young puppy only had a single green bat marking on his upper right hind leg. Though he had a white chest, his father named him Shadow, because of their similar features.

Around the time Shadow was born, another puppy was born in the other pack. She was the daughter of the pack leader, and had gorgeous, soft, snow white fur, and deep blue eyes. She was named Nisa by her father. Though Nisa looked like some kind of fairy-tale creature, feminine and beautiful, she grew up to be her pack's best fighter, she had lean muscles underneath her soft fur, and a very strong and intelligent mind. It was no wonder that Shadow was attracted to her. Shadow grew up like a celebrity, he recieved fighting instruction by only the very best in the Pack, and it was the same with hunting. Shadow could truely have had any mate he wanted, many females loved him. But he didn't fall for a black, dark gray, or oak brown colored dog, he fell for one with soft white fur.

The first time Shadow met Nisa was at a meeting between the leaders of each pack. The leader brought thier mate, second in command, and first born son or daughter to a peaceful meeting where many things were discused. Only a few months old, Shadow thought Nisa was the most amazing creature in the world. He had only seen dark colored dogs prior to the meeting, and Nisa seemed like some kind of exotic angel to him. The two young puppies watched each other carefully as they sat across from each other next to their own mother. These meetings took place once a month, and Shadow ended up looking forward to the chance to see Nisa.

The first battle Shadow took part in was when he was only a year old. It had been in the middle of winter, so everything was white. This created a dangerous enviroment for the dark pack because they stood out so much in the snow. It had been early one morning whe a group of eight white dogs had snuck through the snow to where the dark pack was located, and attacked. Shadow, his father, and a few others led the angelic group away from the rest of the pack towards the lake where a fight broke out. At first, Shadow was fightning a large male; who was quickly defeated. When Shadow was getting ready to take a final swipe at the defeated creature, when he was knocked over by a force behind him. The other white dog raced away, and Shadow was left pined to the ground. Snow was falling heavily, and he could only make out the deep blue eyes of his attacker. Normally, Shadow would have just rolled out from under the other dog and continued the attack, but this was different. He stared into those blue eyes for what seemed like an eternity, mesmerized by their depths. His attacker stared back, blue eyes into green. "Shadow?" she whispered. The snow swirled around them, creating a winter wonderland. Shadow had no clue as to how long they stayed there, but after a while he realized the fighting dogs had left. They were alone. Nisa, (for of course that was who the other dog was), released him, stepping backwards into the snow. Shadow stood and faced the lithe female, his heart racing. The sound of fighting came back towards the lake again, and Nisa'a blue eyes turned hard as she leaped at him, once again fighting.

The battle ended up as a draw, neither side one. But Shadow always remembered that battle. Always. He was somewhat confused by his feelings toward Nisa, expecially because he knew the dangers that went along with loving someone from another pack. Shadows problems not only lied with a lovely white dog, but also inside his father's pack. Tredayor believed that his son had become old enough to help run the group of dark canines, but Shadow didn't want this. Shadow was a natural born leader, but he believed in equality and justice, unlike his coldblooded father.

When Nisa was one and a half years old, her father decided that it was time for her to take a mate and have puppies of her own. Nisa knew that if she did this, she would only be viewed as a mate and a mother, no longer her pack's strongest and bravest fighter. Besides, the one she loved lived in the other pack, not her own. But there was a dog in her own pack that loved her. His name was Shaff, a large, powerful, silver wolf. Nisa's father realized Shaff's attractions toward his daughter, and tried to urge her to become more partial to him. However, Nisa refused to switch over her feelings.

As time went on, Shadow found out about Nisa's problem. He would have helped her, but he was dealing with the same things in his own pack. His father wanted him to have puppies, but Shadow felt nothing towards the females in his pack, which only created more problems...



Thanks for reading, I love to write, and I think I could turn this into a great story.

[! october]

What do you think?

[Toadfoal]

What do you think?

As the donator of #2, I must admit that so far, I'm really impressed!

[wibeke]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 3

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Name: Cain (Orginally Dusk)

Species: Though known as blood wolves to most, it is unclear as to whether they're even wolves at all. While pack structure and behavior is similar to that of the gray wolf, they seem to posess an intelligence far beyond the average canine. In some aspects they are quite cat like with their long fangs and agility. But to others, they're simply their own species. No one cares quite enough to find out.

The true answer lies back in the time of the dire wolves.

Fearing the end, an alpha named Cain gathered his strongest wolves and prepared for a journey. Weather would soon get worse, and a new threat was evolving. It was a creature none other than the human. In a way these destructive creatures ultimately saved the pack. They drove them out in time to escape, before the rest of their kind vanished.

The pack migrated farther north and stayed there at first. The threat of humans was lesser here, and there was less competition with their smaller cousins. But they were soon found by the humans, and the conflicts started yet again. Not wanting to flee again, Cain told his pack to stay.

But when a pup was killed by a hunter Cain had enough. He tore the spear out from the yound pup's side, and from that point on he carried it with him. Though he still didn't want to leave, killing a pup was just going to far. It was the one rule of nature, one that every creature knew. You didn't kill a defenseless creature, and you never killed their young. While the first is mostly forgotten, the other still stands today. If they weren't going to obey it, then they weren't worth fighting.

When the pack grew weary he'd show them that spear and tell them to move forward, and no more complaints would be heard. Though Cain himself never made it to his destination, enough of his wolves did. They came upon a small valley. While the prey was tougher and the weather was colder, they all instinctively saw it as home. Maybe it was because they knew it was what Cain was picturing, or maybe they always knew what it was like. Some warped idea of paradise perhaps.

However perfect it seemed at first, things quickly got harder. The prey was larger and tougher to catch than the average deer, and many wolves went hungry. In turn this harsher environment began crafting a species all it's own. A tougher, smarter, and larger wolf. It also made for some odd traditions, such as bizarre sacrifices and renaming all their alphas Cain.

Most believe the blood wolves are insane. And honestly, they often catch themselves thinking that too. But living alone in the mountains for so long can do that to you.

Personality: Dusk has never been a natural leader, and given the option he would've never challenged his alpha. Of course dusk, being the unlucky creature he is, never got this option. Forced into a life he didn't want, he now simply tries his best to be a good leader.

(most of his personality is explained in his likes and dislikes. Sorry, hope that's okay)

Likes: Dusk likes being alone. Even after several years of silence that at times would nearly drive him insane he still prefers it over having to make decisions for an entire pack. Alone life is simple. You hunt, you fight, and do what ever it takes to survive. If you mess up you die. No one else is affected because no one knows you well enough to be affected. Make a bad decision for a pack though, someone else could die. Only for carrying out an order that you gave them, and therefore making yourself responsible for it.

Another thing is just the name Dusk. he likes the sound of it for some reason, and is often seen repeating it quietly to himself. The word Cain to him means blood and death. it was the name given to him the day his parents were killed, and the day he killed another blood wolf. they always made the name seem like an honor, and before he would've believed them. Now it's more like a curse.

Sadly, there's little else that he seems to like about his life. He's simply thankful to be alive, and that's enough to keep him going.

Dislikes: Among other things, dusk hates his eyes. Not so much being blind, but their color. Clear blue and pupil-less, they stand out among the red eyes of a normal blood wolf. He doesn't have to see to know their reaction to his eyes. Sometimes they tense up a little in surprise, but most just let out a confused little snort. Like they were laughing at him.

Same goes for his horns. While his eyes tend to make others laugh, the horns make them run. While simply a rare mutation of some sort, to them it's seen a curse. Horned wolves are seen as monsters, even their alpha can't escape this stereotype. He's heard them whispering about it. According to one crazy old wolf, he's the devil in a blood wolf's body here to destroy their pack. With blue eyes to deceive them into thinking he's helpless, though he truly can see into their souls.

Of course, these are simply rumors. Some loyal supporters of their old alpha would do anything to turn others against him. Even Dusk can't help but think about it though. How else could he have survived? Even just the help of a spirit like that could explain it. There wasn't anything else he could think of to explain it.

These thoughts torment him. As crazy and untrue as they are, he can't help but think that someday he might overthrow his pack and destroy the creatures nature tried so hard to create. It's only this that keeps him from fleeing. Somehow he's convinced himself that the pack would die if he leaves. This stems from his past. Not only is he afraid of leaving his pack, but anyone close to him. He's often loyal to a fault.

Sometimes this fear isn't enough to keep him in the pack. Often he disappears for a day or two into the woods, typically before a big decision is to be made. No one bothers to look for him. Something in his head seems to click after a short time and he remembers to come back.

Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot) Even in the beginning nothing really worked out for Dusk. While his mother was a normal blood wolf (or however normal one can be), his father was a different story. With large, ram like horns,it was no wonder he spent most of his life in hiding. If he ventured out of his cave he would most likely be slaughtered.

His mother was a well respected member of the pack. She was going to be the omega female of the pack, if it wasn't for the fact that she didn't have a mate. With her light reddish fur and uncharacteristic bright blue eyes, she could've easily gotten any wolf in the pack. How she ended up with Lucas, well no one's quite sure. Perhaps it would've been better if she just chose a normal wolf.

The others were unhappy with this choice of course, but she was a well respected member of the pack, and even Cain had some degree of affection towards her. And her mate scared most of them anyways. He was a gentle creature of course, but they couldn't see past the horns. Anything different was usually feared, and so a horned wolf came as a surprise to all of them.

They liked him well enough anyways. The horns proved useful in fights between the few rival packs in the area (The original blood wolf pack is presently split into five) and stayed out of everyone's way. They all got over their fears soon enough. The problems only came with the birth of his son.

Dusk was different, to say the least. He shared his mother's eyes and his father's dark fur. And another thing-his horns. Sharp and pointed, they could cut through flesh like a knife. They were more dangerous than his father's horns in the fact that they could be used very much like a spear. he could either be a top fighter, or a challenge to their leader.

Cain was counting on the first option and so let him stay. Though he was tough and agile like his father, he often stumbled and didn't seem to look at others when they spoke. They passed it off as being clumsy, and though the lack of eye contact offended some, he was too submissive and friendly for it to be taken seriously. No one even thought of him being blind. He had his mother's eyes. Lighter and empty looking, but quite similar.

He probably could've gone his whole life without anyone knowing. Like many blind animals, he developed a sixth sense of some sort that kept him from tripping over things. Using his heightened senses he could kill an elk without being able to see his prey. Only by chance did Cain figure this out when he asked Dusk how to get to a cave that Dusk often visited. Dusk explained that he couldn't say because he couldn't see anything. Naturally, this upset the very short tempered wolf.

Dusk tried to defend himself, but the harder he tried the angrier Cain got. Eventually it ended with dusk being exiled from the pack.

For awhile Dusk just roamed the woods trying his best to take care of himself. He was angry at Cain and desperately wanted to return to his home, but to do that he would have to fight. No other packs would accept him anyways with his horns and blindness. He would've stayed out there until the day he died if it wasn't for Cain, the very wolf for kicked him out in the first place.

While passing by the pack one day on his way to a hunting ground he heard something. It sounded almost like his mother, only there was a different sound to it. Could she be crying? "Let him come back! What could he possibly have done that was so bad? He's hardly more than a pup!"
And then the instantly recognizable voice of a very angry Cain, "We're not letting that freak come back. You're lucky I let him stay so long!"

After that there was a lot of growling and cursing, and some more terrified cries from his mother. Soon even they stopped, and he was left with only the scent of blood and another smell. A smell he vaguely recognized as death. He knew what happened now. Cain killed them.

Without thinking he charged forward and tackled Cain to the ground. The wolf was too surprised to defend himself now. Dusk stabbed his horns into his chest and the body intermediately fell limp. without time to think about what he had just done he dipped one claw into the wound in Cain's chest and instinctively made a mark on his forehaed-a rune meaning spear. On his shoulders he smeared the blood of his parents, knowing that the blood would become a marking and that they would then stay with him forever.

Clutching the spear in his mouth, he turned to face his new pack.

[ocelotboye]

Making sure to bookmark this..Might donate soon enough..

[Toadfoal]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 16
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Name: Rhanno
Species: an undiscovered Forest cat like species, we'll call them the Ehoran
Personality: Rhanno is rather.. boyish. While very much female, she doesn't seem to understand how to behave like a female. I'll explain more about why later, but she grew up with male "siblings", so she tries to act male too. She knows she's female, but was never taught how one behaves.

But don't be fooled, Rhanno is extremely sweet. She'll do anything to help out a friend, and she has quite a few. Even though she's different, the other Raccoon dogs (yeah, there is such a thing http://www.mammalogy.org/mil_images/images/mid/270.jpg ) have accepted her quite readily. In fact, she's quite popular amongst them. They find her a facinating creature, and treat her with respect. Rhanno isn't quite old enough to understand much of this, and she consideres herself a Raccoon dog as well. Her "brothers" don't even seem to realize that she's any different. She's as Raccoon dog as they need her to be.

She's very family oriented. She doesn't usually go off, and when she does, it's ususally not alone. She seems to feed off of attention. For as long as she could remember, attention is all she's gotten. But at heart, she longs to be free. Pretending to enjoy the attention, the constant company of a small family group, Rhanno is slowly getting more and more frustrated. Perhaps she's beginning to realize she doesn't belong with them, she knows she's not a real Raccoon dog, and she knows she never will be.

While not the smartest creature on the face of the earth, Rhanno is smart enough. She figures things out on her own for the most part, like how to behave like a Raccoon dog. Just as they do, when there's danger, she preferrs not to fight, rather, she will hide, play dead, or scream, just like a Raccoon dog. She doesn't bark either. (although, she could if she learned how)

Rhanno tries her best to walk like a Raccoon dog, but it's very hard for her. She has much longer, ganglier legs. Even at a young age, she's bigger (overall) than even adults. As a result, she tends to be extremely clumsy. She constantly trips over small things like rocks and twigs, she has a harder time fitting into the small places her family group likes to hide in as well. The older she gets, the more she sleeps outside the little den. She doesn't know she's an Ehoran, doesn't even know they exist, or what they are, but she has their instincts. Often, while the others are in the den, she'll climb up and sleep in a tree.

Not yet a year old, she's only been told of what winter is like. Ehoran don't hybernate, it would be impossible, certain starvation. But Raccoon dogs do hybernate. She can be nervous, and if anything, this makes her the most so. What will she do while her family sleeps for months and months, unable to provide for her? She can't hunt, she's far too clumsy, and any prey that she could catch is always warned by the snapping noises she makes when she trips. Luckily, Rhanno is creative, and longing adventure. She'll find a way to survive, even if it kills her.

Likes:
She absolutely loves warm weather, as long as it's warm, she'll be out, sunning on a rock, or up a tree. The other Raccoon dogs think this is queer, but she doesn't care. Rhanno is determined to be independent, no matter how much she loves her adopted family.

She also likes warm nights. She spends as much time as she can during the day sleeping (which isn't usually more than 4 or so hours) just so she can stay up all night. It's her only alone time. She's naturally nocturnal, so nights are spent exploring the area around the den and watching out for danger.

Dislikes:
She hates being called a pest. Other animals in the forest referr to her as so, just like the other Raccoon dogs. They try to hunt her down, kill her just like her family. They don't really do anything that bad, raid a few ground birds nests, kill some small animals, but Rhanno just doesn't understand the taunts. As I said earlier, she's bigger than the average adult Raccoon dog at an early age, and such taunts are one of the only things that will make her attack another animal.

Rhanno also hates being cornered. Feeling trapped is more of a fear than anything. She didn't do well in her adopted family's den. It was too small and cramped for her, as soon as she learned how to walk, she began spending less and less time in it. She fears small spaces, and the things that other Raccoon dogs refer to as, "crates". While they don't make the best of pets, some people will come out and capture a Raccoon dog to be a companion much as a dog (even though they aren't dogs). These sinareos frighten Rhanno, and since she's never encountered a "people" she certainly doesn't plan to.

Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot):
At the beginning of a beautiful spring, as many others, a young forest creature was born. It resembled a feline, but not any normal kind of feline. Like it's parents before it, this young was strangely colored, as if in layers of brown. It had stripes, but not those of a tiger, just a few, long vertical black stripes down it's back and tail. Also unlike most felines, she was born with her eyes wide open. Big, blue, and curious. She had long silky fur, and muscular black legs, built for leaping.

Her parents, much larger versians of the little female (nearly the size of fully grown female elk) loved her very much. Especially her father. While her mother provided the milk, her father spent all the time he wasn't hunting with his tiny daughter. "My little darling." He would croon proudly, "Some day you shall be big and strong. Some day you will own this forest along with me. And no matter what, I will always love you." Indeed, her father did love her, as much as he said. But their time together was short.

As often happens in the spring, a storm raged. A large, powerful super cell. Strong winds raged in the part of the forest they lived, the part where trees were sparce, where there was more open space, more sun shine. It was a sort of large gully. The storm poured many tears of the heavens, tears for the little daughter who would be taken from her father, and the gully flooded. Her rare and undiscovered species, the Ehoran was not a swimming type. They couldn't do it. Her father, who's name was Aralt, had gone out to hunt, he took cover under the trees that filled the forest. But her mother had stayed behind in the gully, caring for the, not then named, Rhanno. The gully filled fast, a wave of water came sweeping in and filled it like a bowl. Her mother (who's name was Era) could never have anticipated such a wall of water. Before she could reach her tiny daughter, the storm swept them both away. Era nearly drowned, if it was not for Aralt, who had come running suddenly, fearing for his family, pulled her out just in time.

"Where is my daughter?" He demanded, shaking with the effort of remaining calm. Era began to weep, "I lost her, I lost our precious baby! She's gone, gone with the flood!" For perhaps the first time in the strong leader's life, Aralt broke down. "No." He whispered, then liften his head to the sky, "NO!" He opened his mouth wide, as if in both a silent scream of sorrow, and an attempt to drown himself in the falling rain. "Stop it Aralt!" Era begged, forcing his head down with her strong paws. "If it is the will of the universe for her to become a strong leader, as you were told, she will come back to us. Have faith my love, we must have faith. We must wait."

As it happened, fate was indeed kind to little Rhanno. She floated quite safely down the gully in clumped pile of bedding, and was washed up a large, unknown number of miles away in a completely different part of the ten million acre forest. (heck ya, it's big!) This was the side which "peoples" knew about, though they rarely ventured here (the soil wasn't right for growing anything but certain trees, and big game was too scarce to hunt).

In the place where she washed up, a strange creature, about the same size, waddled up to her. It looked like a raccoon, but also like a badger. The tiny Ehoran opened her eyes wide in fear. She had never seen such a creature, and expected it to eat her. She cowered in fear. But the little Raccoon dog only screamed in delight, sniffing her all over and running back into the woods. Soon it was back, with two others the same size, and one that was much larger. The female Raccoon dog also inspected Rhanno. "Mother, can we keep it! It's so funny looking!" Rhin, the largest male of the litter begged, "Please!" His brother chimed in. The mother Raccoon dog thought for a moment, "I don't see why not. I'll raise it just like you." So they dragged her back to their den, for Rhanno wasn't old enough to walk.

And there she grew up, with the female Raccon dog (whom she only knew as, "Mother") and the three little male Raccoon dogs (who's names were Rhin, Skir, and Mavo). Mother Raccoon dog named the little female Rhanno, because she, at the time, thought the strange young one was male. (the name just stuck)

Rhanno grew up with her brothers, Rhin, Skir, and Mavo, just like any other. But she worried, for deep down, she knew she would not survive her first winter with them if she did not leave. She couldn't hybernate, and she wasn't old enough to live on her own.

She particularly realized the danger one day, as fall was beginning, and the warm, wonderful summer was waning. "Rhanno, you're so skinny! You'll never survive winter that way!" Rhin commented, as he and Mavo stuffed their faces with plants and birds eggs. "Eat more." Skir said, offering a squirrel. Rhanno just shook her head, "I'm really not hungry. I can't eat as much as you guys!" Mavo looked up, puzzled, "But you're more than twice as big as we are, and we're older than you, there's no way you don't need as much to eat before hybernating!" Rhanno looked down, "That's the problem, I know I can't hybernate. My instinct, I just know." Rhin blinked, "I guess you're gonna die then."

Rhanno was terrified of this idea, she didn't want to die! "No I won't." She argued, puffing up, "I'll just go find my own kind. I'll go on an adventure, and I'll SURVIVE the winter!" All three of her "brothers" just rolled their eyes, good luck with that. And so a new kind of determination set in, the true need to survive.

Information about the Ehoran:
All Ehoran have markings similar to Rhanno's, though her stripes are highly unusual.
Adults of both gender have a sort of mane
females have small manes, about like this:
males have manes more like that of a lion, their manes don't streatch down their back though, and aren't very bushy either
Ehoran are not lions, they have longer overall fur, and longer legs
they have big pointy ears and large eyes, perfect for seeing in the dark
they have really good eyesight and hearing, but a poor sense of smell, they're about as good at tracking by scent as people are
they are also more than twice the size of an adult male lion
there are very few in existance, and they remain an undiscovered species
it is said by the animals in the forest, that people cannot see the Ehoran, for they posess an certain magic which has yet to be tapped
they live for a very long time, hundreds, or even thousands of years, nobody really knows



In case you're wondering, I did not make up Raccoon dogs. I reasearched them before writing this, and all information I added in my form referring to them is common information I accumulated from various websites and books. (since it's common information, stating the facts in completely my own words is not considered plaigerism) 8D

Ah, Toady, I can't wait to read your story X3 it's going to be great

I just hope it might be almost as good as yours!

hahaha no. trust me, yours will be amazing like last time

Well, I hope so!

Edit: I just read the edit on yours, OMG, the suspence, KEEP GOING!

[babyfroggi]

Wow, toadie! That's a lot of writing! *will read more of it when she has time* From the little bit I read of it, I hope you win ^^