If I could find the key to your heart, I'd unlock the part that lets you trust again. And then you could begin to love. You'd open up and let me in. If only I could find the key to your heart.
The Key to Your Heart - Neal McCoy
Welcome to the first half of my form for kennel 6! To continue to the second half, please see the link at the bottom of this post. Thank you. c:
First off, I want to apologize for any spelling errors (missing a vowel, to for too, etc.) I was on a roll when writing this, and when I finally got to read through it on my phone, there was no edit button available to fix the mistakes I noticed. Thank you very much, judges and otherwise, for taking your time to read my form!
Generally, part one is how they are seperately, and part two is how they are together. c:
Part one of my form contains:
- Kennel Number
- Names and Genders
- Personalities (Lone)
- Fedora's Lone History
- Adelardo's Lone History
- Starsigns & other general information
Adelardo; Fedora; Both
Username:
wesleydog
Kennel Number:
Kennel 6
Name [of pet]:
Adelardo - Celtic name meaning "noble".
Fedora - Greek name meaning "divine gift".
Gender [of pet]:
Adelardo - Male ♂
Fedora - Female ♀
Personality [of pet]:
Seperately -
Adelardo ~
Adelardo is the sort of boy that melts a heart like a thin layer of ice. His beautiful, large eyes and his fantastic features are sure to stick in anyone's mind, and he uses these things to his advantage. He's very sweet and considerate, always thinking of others before himself. He's a gentleman, like the one that's likely to hold open a door for a lady or help an elderly woman across the street. His compassionate attitude adds bonus points to his abilities with girls, and though he knows of many girls that swoon over him, his loyalty allowed him to fall for only one, Fedora. Before he had become his present self, a gentleman-ly lover, however, he was a heart breaker. No one knows how he got broken into, turned inside out from evil to sweet, but it is expected that perhaps it was because he felt such a pull towards Fedora. He is very assertive, so it is no surprise that he saw her first. But before all of this, he had been a bit of a bad boy. He broke many hearts with his "Allejandro" sort of attitude. However, he still had all of the girls nearly passing out at the mere thought of him loving them. He always had that special technique for luring someone in. Perhaps it was his appearance to begin with, not his personality, because bad boy was hardly the lover that one would like to have. He was sort of emo, not the cutting type, but rather, the moreso goth type. He was very emotional and touchable, and he had no confidence in himself to stop someone from hurting his feelings. He was not emotionally strong, and he found himself in tears more than anything else. But after years of the same life style, he changed. His features, his looks, his attitude. He changed everything about himself for her. This shows termendous loyalty towards those that he loves, and it is very evident that he would never do anything to lose her. He's stayed a tad bashful, shy to meeting others, but he does find that once he gets out of his shell and enjoys himself in reality, he has a lot more in common with others than he thinks. Still though, he prefers only one as his mate, and is very solitary towards other people. He'd rather be with her or alone, and no where with others. Keeping this in mind, though, he's not disrespectful on any senses or matters, and he's willing to be kind to every poor soul that he comes across, but he tries not to go out of his comfort zone into meeting new people on his own free will. He's very considerate, and would gladly give up the last bite of prey to someone worth while, and apart from Fedora, who he holds very dearly to his heart, he seems nearly each other person on the same level as the last. He has his one close friend, the only person he ever knew how to keep, but others, he values the same. He's very trustworthy and reliable, and thankfully, these features come with his loyalty. He can keep the biggest, darkest secret from anyone if told to, but he's not much of a secret maker. If told secrets, he holds a promise not to breathe a word to a soul about it, but he isn't big on making his own secrets, because he feels as if he must be like an open book to Fedora. He's a tad to open about himself with others at times, and this leads to misunderstandings, but he never tries to confuse or hurt anyone. Honesty is the best policy, and Adelardo is very strong in this category. Perhaps a tad too strong. One thing, however, about Adelardo, that stands out more than any other thing, is how much he stays true to himself. He's always one for believing in himself, and self confidence is vital to life, but he's never one to boast or brag. He's all around a goody-goody, but as for Fedora... well, opposites attract.
Fedora ~
If Adelardo is an open book, then Fedora is certainly a closed one. She didn't have the greatest past, and she's not the most affectionate or well-behaved fox, but she does have potential talents, and generally, she loves her heart out on Adelardo. She's shady, and way more into secrets than Adelardo. However, she still doesn't share other's secrets, as she likes to greedily keep all facts to herself. She's an observer, and she loves to look at life in different ways. She has a tendency to follow what she sees others do, like a small puppet on a string, and she takes in facts like a notebook or computer. She's very intelligent, and this enables her to do so well a remembering things and collecting facts, little prizes that she gets nearly every day. She had started observing Adelardo before they became lovers, and evidently, she liked what she saw. She's a little more drastic and dramatic than Adelardo, and she tends to take things personally. Outwardly, she has a little protective wall built around her emotions, hiding them from the world. She is not readable like Adelardo, and she refuses to speak of anything personal. When she's happy, she is very adoring and loving, more kind than she can be when there is no general emotion going on through her mind. When she's sad, she doesn't cry, and it almost appears as if she's missing her tear ducts. She's only cried once in her life, long before she even met Adelardo, and like many other things that she prefers to hide rather than share, she's kept it a secret all of her life. Her mother dying of cancer, and her stepmum coming in to "save the day". All of her hope was lost, and because of this, she cried and cried. Perhaps, she cried her tears out, and this is why she seems unable to produce any real tear or sad emotion. When she's angry, Fedora is like a volcano of lava and fire, erupting more actively than it should be. She prefers to isolate herself from others whenever she is mad, because she doesn't want to hurt those of us who still have feelings. Sometimes, though, she forgets to be this considerate, and frequently goes off on people, making them feel absolutely terrible. With her slight anger management problem and her very rough past, it may seem like she should be the one to need someone to cling onto, someone to hold her tight and help her work her problems out. But this, rather, is not the case. She's the stronger of the couple, emotionally and physically, and she seems to be the balance-beam support for Adelardo, rather than the other way around. She's full of secrets and surprises, and her actions and words are completely unpredictable. Like Adelardo, she prefers to keep to herself, unless he is in the matters. Fedora's life is like one big book with a lock on it, needing a key. And whenever that lock is opened, and the key is found, the words are smeared, and illegible. She seems to prefer this much more rather than being a readable book, open and dusty, hoping that someone will come along and turn its pages once more. She is very reliable with secrets, like Adelardo, but she's not always the most honest person around. Secrets and lies are her language, and she occassionally doesn't even open up to Adelardo's very own key to her heart.
Background/History [of pet]:
Before they met -
A small story about when Fedora's baby step-sister was born. <3
Fedora stumbled down the stairs of the two-story house, groggy with sleep. her eyes were clouded with exhaustion, and her face was planted in a deep frown. Today was not a day for anything. Did she really have to go to school? "Good morning, Glory," her father said sarcasticly. His eyes looked over the brim of his glasses, and his face peered out from behind his newspaper, disturbed from the distractingly loud banging that Fedora had made on her way down the stairs. "Ugh, Dad," she addressed him. She rolled her eyes high up to the ceiling and stomped loudly on the tile floor until she made it to the table. Her pajamas were still on, and she hadn't found any reason to change. She was not going to school. "Oh, Fedora!" overly eager, Farrah, Fedora's stepmum turned away from her cooking at the stove and smiled an incredibly toothy smile. "I'm so glad you're awake! Emily's mom called, and she's coming over tonight so that you can babysit her! Isn't that wonderful?" Fedora slammed her forehead onto the light-wood table with a loud bang. She didn't care. When you had the motivation of anger, nothing hurt. "Uggghhhh!" she let loose an exaggerated sigh and left her head on the table, slowly closing her eyes. "Fedora!" her father exclaimed. "Show some respect for once!" he yelled at her. Fedora was used to a routine like this. Whatever the amazing step mom said went, and if she didn't agree, her father yelled at her until she gave up on him. Fedora couldn't understand why everything had to work this way. Her birth mother, the only woman she cared about, had died when she was a toddler, died of lung cancer, and she had ended up cursed with this woman who baked burnt toast with an oven and tried to hard to be happy and enthusiastic. Fedora's life was cursed. Absolutely cursed. She was so peeved that she stood up, dragging her body's weight along, and walked right up the steps, quickly, simply making more noise that she had before. She walked into her room, shut her blinds, jumped into her bed, and pulled the covers high over her head. She was not kidding. She had absolutely no intention of going to school today. For all she cared, her desk could sit empty for a thousand years, and her brain could end up as television-changed mush. She wanted to sleep the rest of her life away. She remembered back to the days, the good days, when her family had lived in the forest. Why couldn't it be like that anymore? Life at the island was great and all, but she wanted something more comforting, the woods. Of course, she loved her human form, so much more than her fox form, which only came in handy for spying and collecting secrets, but she didn't love the life that she actually had to attempt to live in her human form. Fedora knew the real reason that they couldn't go back to the forest. It was her step mum, that rotten mortal. She was as ordinary as a blank piece of lined paper, no story to her at all. Her father had to decide to start a human's life, and had to decide to fall in love with her! Sure, it brought income, and sure, the woman was pregnant (but didn't that just cost them more money? another child?), but she'd preferred the apartment that they'd had years before, just her and her father, no woman coming into the picture and absolutely destroying her life. Suddenly, the covers were lifted from her head, and she screamed, stopping short, mid-thought. "Dad! Can't you knock?" she screamed loudly. "Get up," he replied, eyes squinted. "You're going to school." Fedora glared at him and got up from her bed as her father shut the door behind him, leaving the room once more.
Sulkily, Fedora made her way over to her dresser, ever so very slowly. She pulled open the top drawer, and looked into the stacks of shirts with disguist. Her father had mixed one of Farrah's shirts in with hers on accident. She picked the thing up, pinching it with two fingers, and threw it out of her door. The cloth fell into a lump of a pile, and she sighed, closing the door to her room again, the knob cold in her hands. As she walked over to the drawers, she pictured a few of her favorite clothing items and tried to think of an outfit. Immediately, she shut the drawer that had been contaminated by the woman's clothing. It would take at least fourty eight hours until they were good for wearing again. She pulled open the second drawer down, pulling out a striped teal and grey tee with a hood and hand pockets like a sweatshirt. She unfolded it carefully, and threw it on the bed, covering the spot on the sheets where she'd spilled Caprisun a few months ago. She closed that drawer as well and reached down to the bottom drawer, pulling out a dark-washed pair of skinnies, perfect for the shirt. She set it next to the shirt, and slowly, still acting like a stunted turtle, lifted the pajama shirt over her head, finally wiggling out of it. She pulled the striped shirt over her head and changed her pants, making her way over to the mirror. She looked at her hair in disguist and let out a deep moan. It looked as if something had landed a military ambush on her head or something. She walked to the bathroom and dropped her pajamas in the hamper, then opened the cabinet and pulled out her brush. She pulled through her hair, finding a few tangles along the way each time she ran the bristles through her hair again. Her watch beeped. Eight o'clock. She was going to be late. She swept her hair up and added a large clip to hold it up in a messy bun, using a few bobbypins to hold down her hair so that she wouldn't have turtles later when her hair got looser. She placed another black bobby pin in her pocket and ran back to her room, putting on some goldtoe gym socks and her converse hightops. She ran down the stairs, speedy this time, hoping to get to school just so that she wouldn't have to experience any more house-drama. She grabbed her lunch from the fridge and her backpack from the hallway by the door. She ran out the door, not bothering to ask for a ride, but more importantly, not bothering to shout 'I love you'. Who was there to listen and love her back anyhow? Love was such a stupid word. She ran on the sidewalk and j-walked at the corner, only hoping to get to class in time. As she reached the yard of New Heights Public Middle School, the first bell rang, and a few children still on the yard walked into the school at her side. She took a left when they took a right and stuffed her things into her locker. What did she need to grab now? A few books and a binder in hand, she rushed off to homeroom, where she was greeted by Miss Farley, with a not-so-kind, "You're late." Hah - she gulped. So it hadn't been the first bell.
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Fedora was in Pre-Algebra, scribbling down a few answers on her pop quiz that Mr. Mace so graciously gave her, when she received the news that made her break the lead in her pencil. Or maybe, it was more significant that she had received news that would change her life forever. "Fedora?" Mr. Mace had said the name loudly after setting down the phone that allowed teachers to communicate with the office. "I promise - I wasn't cheating this time!" Fedora shouted, immediately defensive. She had come up with the two answers on her paper very independently, and she was willing to defend her answers and her hard work. "I can show you the steps!" she guaranteed him, holding up a paper with a few pencil markings, doodles, and math problems. A few snickers passed over the children in a nervous sort of way. "Fedora, that's enough," said Mr. Mace, getting up to take her quiz. "You're leaving. Your father is in the office, here to pick you up. Apparently, he has some news," he said. Fedoras eyes widened, and she snapped her pencil's tip as she stood up to gather her things. Here? In the office? What on earth could he possibly be here for, and why did it require her going home with him early? She wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. She didn't need to finish her test, but did this just mean that she had to spend the day at home with Farrah? She frowned, considering sitting back down and finishing her quiz. She didn't of course, but instead, she walked out of the door, supplies and books in arms, and stopped at her locker to pack her bookbag back up. It seemed as if it had only been a few hours since she'd unpacked it. It was odd to be leaving so soon. She walked into the office to find her dad is his green jacket, rocking back and forth on his toes nervously, a big smile and a bead of sweat decorating his face. "What's going on?" she squinted her eyes suspiciously at his nervous face. Something big was what was going on, and she could feel it running through her blood stream with a pulse. Her fingers tingled as they often did when she got nervous or excited, but she didn't smile or frown, never one to show much emotion other than, well, eh. That was her main emotion; Eh. Her father looked at her, deep into her eyes, almost in a creepy way. "Well," he said. "Fedora," he motioned for her to sit down, but she squinted her eyes shut tighter and remained standing. "I'm not sure how you're going to take this," he gulped. "But... Farrah is having her baby," he finished, his smile widening. "What?" she exclaimed, dizzy in the head, her face hot and turning red in an angry blush. No, please. Not now. Please tell me he's lying. "Yes," he said. "And we're going to go see her."
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Annoyed, Fedora planted a scowl on her face. She wasn't showing any emotions other than utter annoyance outwardly, but inwardly, she didn't know how to feel. Fedora was scared, because she wasn't sure how this whole thing was supposed to work. She didn't have any other siblings, and she didn't know if everything was going to turn out okay. And she was even more worried that this girl would get in the way of her relationship with her father. Recently, it'd been crumbling; melting, and who's to say that her father wouldn't decide that the baby was his new favorite now? After all, he had a wife to go with that baby, but Fedora was just a pesky, moody teenager in his eyes. She was excited, too, though, just a tad, a tiny happy to think that she'd be the big sister - a major rolemodel - in someone else's life. She could teach her sister the things that no one ever taught her. But the thing that she most was was shocked. She was all around frazzled at the fact that she had known nothing about the water breaking or anything up until now. She was shocked that her father had really just picked her up from school and taken her to the hospital where her step mother would be waiting with a new, stinky bundle of joy in her arms. Fedora was very upset at everything happening around her, because it seemed as if everything was going too quickly for her to keep up with. It seemed like having the baby was the final step in marriage, the final step in forgetting all about Fedora's own birth mother, and that naming the child and loving her and taking her home was the final step towards replacing Fedora as a child, as a daughter, as the only and the favorite. This child would have a whole new life, and Fedora's father and Farrah would get to experience parenthood together like neither had ever experienced before. And honestly, the baby was just another step towards never seeing the forest again. The baby would have no special powers. Or maybe, it would. It was the biggest question that Fedora and her father shared. Both of them wanted to know the same thing - Would the baby girl be able to change forms? Could she transform into a fox, too? Farrah had never known that Fedora and her father were shapeshifters, surprisingly enough, because they were able to control their shifting stages. But as a baby, a shapeshifter is constantly shanging from fox to human, as it cannot control its abilities. How would things work if the girl got the powers? Would they really be able to hide it all from Farrah? Fedora had too many questions that needed answers. She stared at the red, orange, and yellow leaves inhabiting some of the branches on the trees as the car whizzed past them. Still sweating, though not the warmest day, Fedora's dad gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles became a ghostly shade of white. He seemed to be going a bit above the speed limit, but Fedora tried not to take too much notice of it. She still had questions, but she didn't care to voice them.
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It seemed as if time had passed too quickly whenever Fedora and her father, inside their automobile, turned into the parking lot of the hospital, the view of trees that Fedora had entertained her eyes with now gone. Why did time seem to only pass quickly when you least wanted it to? This would remain one more of life's unanswered questions for the longest time in Fedora's mind. All she could think about was how life would be after today. Today was the last day she was an only child. She couldn't deal with so much change at once, and she just wanted to run away from the bad parts of her life. But where would that leave her? Every bad occassion left her personality stronger, her voice gruffer, herself more solitary. Didn't they realize that they were the ones forcing her into her shell of an attitude? They were simply ruining her life, and she wished that she could scream this as she slowly jumped out of the car with a frown planted on her face, thinking of what the future would be like, trying to imagine how things would end up being. No more attention on her was an upside, she honestly didn't mind not being constantly nagged by her overly energetic stepmum or her father, whom she didn't even know anymore. She was sure that it was him that had changed, not her. She tried to imagine her new duties as a "big sister". Diaper changing, feeding the baby, cleaning up all of the messes. She was sure that everything of any worth in her room would meet destruction immediately after the baby could climb and crawl. But the worst part of this is that she was expected of so much. She was expected to be the baby's postitive influence. She wasn't sure that she could live up to that title. She didn't want the future to be awful, with no contact between her and her step sister, because she didn't want the baby to end up with attitude problems and a damaged heart like she had. It wasn't what the baby deserved. It was, rather, exactly what that evil Farrah deserved, bluntly put forth. She couldn't believe that this one woman had managed to completely ruin her life. She had a hard time seeing any of this as the baby's fault, and she even let her dad go off free in her mind, but something had to be done about Farrah. She could not stand the thought of living with this woman any longer. Why couldn't she just take her dad and run off? Her foot touched the concrete as she walked, looking straight forward, so lost in thought that she'd carelessly forgotten to be aware of her surroundings any longer. She was propelled forward by the momentum of the pressure released on the front of her shoe, and she did everything she could to manage her balance and stand up straight again. She casually stepped up on the concrete curb, leading the way forward on the sidewalk to the large white building's automatic double doors. This place was always dreaded for Fedora. She'd been here when the words had left a doctor's mouth, the words that people hear each and every day nearly every fifteen seconds. "I'm sorry, but we've done everything we can for her." That was the day that they'd - she and her father - had learned that their life would change forever for the very first time. Her mother had 3 days left, three full days of pain and agony of carrying a load of cancer on her back, and three days to spend for the last time with her loved ones. No more forest, no more 3-person family, supposedly the "magic number" in life. No, it wouldn't be like that anymore. Even at a younger age than she now was, Fedora could remember as she looked back on that day, that as a child she would have done anything she could to take that cancer from her mom, let her mom live on with her dad, because they were always so happy like that. Fedora pondered at the possibility of one day having someone that great to love her, someone as great as her dad to love her, and giving as much love as her mom gave to her back to the man that she'd one day become the other half to. She shook her head, knowing this could never be the case. Of course, life never worked anything like this. It's hard to love something, because it seems that you always lost it. As she turned back to her father, she squinted her eyes. "I can't go in there," she said, suddenly feeling small and scared. "I can't go into that building any more. You can never leave a place like this happy." Her father looked at her with an emotionless face. It was so full of emotion, anyhow, that it appeared emotionless. It was clear that he was sorrowful, excited, and nervous at once, and the mixture could not be fully expressed on his face. "Hatter," he said softly, as he'd always called her when her mother was still alive, a little play on her name it had been, and every time he said it in her toddler years, she'd giggled and pulled his ear. "I miss her, too," he said, but he refused to think about his wife any longer. She was gone, and one day, Fedora had to learn to accept that. "Come on," his face turned from such an expressionless expression to an angry one, and he gruffly grabbed her arm as she shrieked and tried to pull away. "Farrah needs you," he said. "And she really needs me." He walked into the double doors, them opening as he dragged his stubborn daughter behind. He pulled her all the way up to the front desk, where they met a nice-looking woman in a nurse's shirt. "Hello," she said. "Who are you here for?" she asked. "I'd like to see Farrah Matley," he replied, not letting go of Fedora for a second. Fedora watched, terrified, this man that she no longer knew. Her arm ached from her struggling, and the circulation was no longer able to occur to that part of her arm or further down because he had such a tight grip on her. "Room 203," replied the woman, but Fedora's father had already turned around, her with him, walking towards the elevator. He didn't appear to here the woman, but Fedora knew better. She knew that he had heard, and that this day was the most eventful he'd ever had. Better than the day that Fedora was born. She just knew he didn't love her any more; she could see it written plainly in his face. She felt pain in her heart, pain that she could not express through either of her only two emotions that she could well express. She could not very well express pain through either love or hate, but she had an idea forming in her mind as her father pressed the button sending them elevating to the second floor of the just-delievered center of the hospital. She wanted to go back to the forest. Alone.
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Moku, Fedora's father, pushed through the door of room 203, and swiftly walked past the bland white curtain that blocked Farrah's bed off from the other half of the room. The room was quiet, except for a small cry and a bit of a laugh, quite bubbly, coming from around the corner of the curtain. He pushed Fedora through as she imagined the tears that she couldn't cry rolling down her cheeks from the pain that she was experiencing. She wanted to run the second that he let go of her, but she was held in awe by the young body that Farrah silently carressed, a small smile on her face. They had gotten there a bit later than they had hoped to arrive, but on any other matters, it was all the same. The baby had been born, and now, her life would change. The small figure twitched slightly, and Moku's eyes widened tremendously. He looked down at his new daughter, a beautiful human baby, and smiled. "Amina," he breathed the name out in the smallest whisper that he could manage, the name that the ecstatic couple had planned for her for months before she was born. "Amina Yami Matley," said Farrah softly, her eyes catching on Fedora for the first time. Fedora narrowly avoided the glance, trying not to express the sadness through her appearance that she felt dropping deeper into her heart. It dwelled there with the sound of the name, Yami, her deceased mother's birth name. It was the baby's middle name, and she was absolutely sure that even though she hadn't known her mum the best, that it was more meaningful to her ears than to anyone else in the room. Moku backed off from Fedora, going closer to his wife, as the nurse peeked in. He bent down and looked at the baby's face, a twinkle in her eye, as Fedora was left standing in the corner of the opposite side of the room, hand on her hurt arm, completely dazed and oblivious to the happenings around her. She had flashbacks running through her mind, of the forest in the fall, and of the colorful leaves that were so much more beautiful there. She thought of the real gift that she had, being a fox, given two different lives, and how abused those lives were in her terrible circumstances. She looked over at the three on the other side of the room, her father now talking to the nurse as he took the baby up in his arms. She looked at their faces; how happy they were; and it dawned on her, not for the first time, that she was only a burden to their perfect family. But as her father placed the little baby girl's head on his shoulder softly, the baby gazed at Fedora with her wide green eyes. In those eyes, Fedora saw curiously, sleepiness, but she also saw love and affection, a little sister that she was supposed to help raise. And with that young glance, she remembered her pledge from earlier. It wasn't the baby's fault that her life was ruined - it was the result of two individuals that were madly in love that had ruined her life forever. But she decided in that moment that she knew that she would never be able to leave and go off to the forest alone. She loved him too much - her father - and she loved the spirit of her kind-hearted mother that lived on silently in this family through this baby. This wonderful baby that she suddenly was sure of possessing the ability, the special power. She was simply sure of it - this baby was a shapeshifter.
A small story on how Adelardo met his dog. :3
Adelardo walked down the narrow hallway of his foster home with Buzz and Lucas bordering the walls on either side of him. Lucas had a huge smile planted on his face as he playfully punched Adelardo's shoulder, while Buzz had a frown on his face, never one to share in joy. Adelardo wasn't really sure what he was supposed to think. He just closed his eyes and tried with all of his might to produce some sort of smile. The best that he could come up with was an odd little stiff straight-line mouth, one that tried to be happy, but couldn't, because of the state of depression that its wearer was in. Adelardo had been like this for the longest time that he could remember. He usually didn't talk much, but when he had something to say, it was usually very meaningful. He'd been very spacey ever since he and his pal had been moved into the same foster home as Buzz, the well-known too-tough from the Orthodox Boy's Orphanage. It had just been another curse, the move from there to here, and Adelardo wished with all of his might that he was back at the orphanage, racing down the stairs to get a piece of pizza, and heading outside where he could independently get some fresh air. But Miss Maya - director of the orphanage - absolutely would not have it. She had made it her personal mission to search for months for a foster home for this troublesomely monotone boy and his energetic best friend. While Adelardo knew that she was trying to help, he could only see the negative sides of this arrangement. First and foremost, he was with the bully of the bunch, the tough guy that would always be the one to put you in your place and tell you what's what. But secondly, Adelardo could no longer be an independent soul. He couldn't sneak off to the woods where he could easily shift into his fox form peacefully without another word to a mean boy or a hyperactive freak. Now he was closely watched from minute to minute, expected to love Buzz and Lucas like his very own brothers, expected to love Mr. and Mrs. Baxter like parents, and expected to spend quality family time with the four and their dog. Nothing had ever been more tortorous for Adelardo in all of his life as family walks to the park, movie night on Fridays, and sporty games on the weekends. He was a quiet and independent soul, much more keen on his fox form exploring in the park. He could onyl find one positive thing to this life, and that in itself was books. He had his own personal library that he'd collected ever since his older sister had died. A collection of dramas, tragedies, mysteries, and love stories that kept his eyes and his mind entertained for hours upon hours staying up all night to finish each and every page of a book. But now, it was taken right from his hands, his quality time with the woody pages of books and the sappy trees of his favorite woods, located directly by the orphanage. Sadly, Adelardo trailed into the large kitchen side-by-side to his "brothers", the only people that he hated more than the spunky "parents" that he had been placed with this time. It was always like this - in one foster home and out the other. It'd been nearly three years since he'd been able to find the last one. Adelardo took his seat next to Mr. Baxter, and stared at his plate of eggs as if he were trying to liquidate him with his eyes alone. How many times had he told them that he was a vegetarian? This wouldn't last all of his life of course, but in this phase, he was deathly reluctant to touch any form of animal meat. "Something wrong?" Buzz nudged his elbow with his own and smiled evily before devouring his eggs. "Now I want you boys to straighten up your room after we eat," said Mrs. Baxter. "Then, we can go for a walk in the park!" she exclaimed much to the dread of two out of the three boys. Adelardo rolled his eyes and looked at Lucas's excited response to this news. Oh boy, kill me now, he thought as he squinted his eyes at the plate of white and yellow aliens. Let the torture begin. Adelardo was quite sure that being starved in a cell, anything really, would be better than this...
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Adelardo stood up from his seat at the table and pushed the wooden chair back in so that the seat of it rested underneath the table. He looked back down at his plate; he hadn't touched anything but his fork ever since the plate was delivered to him. He slowly picked it up and walked over to the sink, deciding to just dump the eggs casually into the trash can on the way to putting the plate in the sink. His smooth plan was completely ruined by the loud voice of Lucas breaking into his thoughts. "Hey! Are you done with those? Can I have them?" the boy was nearly bouncing around with excitement and it took everything good inside of Adelardo to keep from reaching out and hitting the energetic and annoying boy. He was being too much of a bother to Adelardo, the calmer, more kept to himself sort of person. "Of course," he rolled his eyes, easily noticing that it took only a second after the words left his lips until Lucas attacked the plate in his hand, swallowing one of the eggs down whole. It would be such a joy to clean his room with these boys, thought Adelardo. Generally, Adelardo was a bit OCD. Quite frankly, he enjoyed things being neat, orderly, and clean. Back at the orphanage, he'd been the keeper of his small older boy's room, a room that he shared with no one at the time before he'd come here. Each weekend, he'd dust his bookshelf and the headboard of his bunk bed. He never cared to climb up to the top bunk as it was usually infested with a spider web of some sort, something that Adelardo would always prefer to stay away from. Each weekend, when dusting the bookshelf, Adelardo would take off every last book, and afterwards, he'd go through them all, arranging them by different things each week: size, shape, color, alphabetical, or any other order that could keep Adelardo busy for a while. It was harder to maintain a kind and laid back composure, though, when he was stuck cleaning up after a lazy slob and an energetic boy that couldn't stand still long enough to attempt to help Adelardo clean the room. He had a feeling as Buzz and Lucas stood up that he'd be the only one doing any sort of work, and after tromping up the stairs, he found himself quite right. Buzz walked through the door way and plopped down on his single bed, the poor bed creaking under his overwhelming weight. He pushed his hands and arms back behind his head and his shirt lifted ever so slightly, revealing a roll of his stomach. Adelardo shook slightly as he got the shivers, buzzed back into reality by the ghaustly sight. Adelardo put himself to work by putting the clothes on the floor into the hamper and pushing the clock back on the desk to clear more room for other treasures. Several minutes after Adelardo had begun his organizing and Buzz had begun his nap, Lucas bounced up the stairs eagerly. He walked into the boys' room, closing the door behind him, and awkwardly walked over to the bunk bed. He climbed the ladder and sat on the top, bouncing up and down and watching Adelardo with large, watery eyes. The moment was awkward and the air was heavy as two boys sat and the other cleaned, personally prefering to do the tidy-work by himself. He finally set down the dusting aparatus after a while, and Buzz hopped up. "Addy," he said rudely, barging his elbow right into Adelardo's side. "It sure did take you long enough!" He stood from the bed and waited for Lucas and Adelardo to follow him down the stairs. Adelardo shot the back of Buzz's head a resentful look, but he kept his head facing forward and showed no other sign of body language as he walked down the stairs waiting for the real horror to begin. The walk. He had the most embarrassing "family" ever.
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Mrs. Baxter raised her voice loud enough to be heard by the boys just across the hall. Buzz was really into the Wii console that he had been very happy to see that the Baxter family had owned long before they began fostering children. Lucas wasn't doing much - only watching the TV as he bounced uncontrollably like he'd been doing for the past few minutes. Because the children had slowly shifted into their normal routines, it was no surprise to find Adelardo curled up in the corner of the couch, trying with little success to block out the noise enough to read his favorite novel, The Broken Love Story, a romantic book that was great to read no matter your gender. This had to be his twentieth time reading it, he thought as he felt the pages, still crisp under his fingers, when he turned the page over. The book was still so neat because he treated each book as his own child. He nourished them by dusting their covers and using bookmarks instead of folding down the pages. He was so careful to care properly for a book, and this had to be one of his most treasured books. Love was a difficult subject for Adelardo now. He thought of his past as he looked down at the small fish-net arm-warmer that occupied his arm morning to night each and every day. He shut the book softly as he was finally able to make out the muffled noise of Mrs. Bazter over the loud, dramatic music of Buzz's game. "Boys, it's time to go!" she shouted. Only moments before, she'd gone upstairs to inspect the job that Adelardo had done of cleaning the three boys' room. Obviously, his job had been well done, because she made no extra comment or criticism as he walked into the room, Buzz and Lucas slowly trailing behind him, Buzz especially hesitant to leave the comfort of his video game. Mrs. Baxter shrugged into a nice tan jacket before they left the house, and the five of the "family" walked out of the door, only the beginning of their awkward walk. It was so odd to be observing themselves in such detail, but Adelardo couldn't help but silently point out each and every awkward thing in his mind. None of us children look alike, he thought, only the beginning of his seemingly endless list of things that could be changed to make them the slightest normal family. Only Mrs. Baxter is wearing a coat, Buzz's socks don't match, and I look sleep deprived, he added to the list. It was almost as if he could tick off every possible wrong thing for the wrong kind of family on a large checklist full of life's mistakes. He tried to occupy himself by looking at the sights around him: the cracks that were carved into the concrete sidewalk through weathering, the tree stumps that were the remainders of great, tall trees, swept down by the area's latest storms, and the blue jay that soared so gallantly and pridefully above their awkward group, making them only look much worse in comparison. He shivered slightly as he looked up into the wings, and ignored everything else around him except for the bird. He was held in awe for the creature. This was a talent that Adelardo possessed. Preferring his animal form to anything else, he always had more of a fascination for and connection with animals of all shapes and sizes, though he found that he was drawn to every canine more than anything else. With his strong fox-like sense of smell, Adelardo picked up a bready flavor, coming from the buns of the hot dog stande around the corner, likely freshly baked. Of course, as much as his stomach rumbled away from the lack of breakfast, at this point in his life, Adelardo refused to eat anything once living. And hot dog standes hardly met the requirements for Adelardo's sanitary food health inspection. The broilers were so full of bacteria that Adelardo was struck with fear for the poor souls who'd been condemned to eating one. He squinted his eyes a bit tighter, trying to ignore the jumping boy next to him, making out a park bench. He locked his target like a gunman might lock his target, and he made up his mind. He was going to plant himself on that bench the entire time that they were there. That way, he could be alone for a while, and he would get to enjoy a bit more of nature's finest gifts - peace and quiet.
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Not a moment after the group of five had walked past the lamppost, Adelardo raced over to the bench. It seemed to be the most excited he'd been ever since he finished The Broken Love Story for the nineteenth time. Buzz found refuge in standing several paces away from all of the "family members", not taking any joy in this experience much like Adelardo himself. Lucas, however, always the most excitable of the bunch, was as happy as a kid in a candy store. He watched the younger children playing tag and welcomed himself to a game with the rowdiest neighborhood kids. It was interesting that he never had much to say, yet he was always so annoyingly energetic. Adelardo closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the hard wooden surface of the top of the back of the park bench. He stayed like this for a few minutes, but his bright blue eyes flicked open rather suddenly with startle as he felt a nudge on the palm of his hand. He sniffed the air, a horrible look on his face as if he thought that something truly terrible was happening. What sort of joke had Buzz decided to play on him this time? Adelardo swore that he would never have or find a family, and gthat he'd like it better that way. Perhaps The Broken Love Story had received its spot as his favorite book because the children in the story experienced something similar to what he experienced - annoyance towards "siblings" and a whole lot of love for perfection. Adelardo wrinkled his nose and frowned as he looked down, expecting to see a stink bomb or even Buzz's own face awaiting him. However, when he looked down, he saw something even more terrifying. He had no idea why it'd chosen him, but he saw a wet dog, lapping its own paw as it gingerly lifted it off of the ground and looking up at him with a canine-smile that only Adelardo in his special case would be able to understand. "How... what?" Adelardo couldn't believe his eyes. It'd been forever since he'd seen a dog so close to him, because the orphanage had no pets and his foster parents had never owned any within the short amount of time that he'd been with them. The beautiful golden retriever looked up at him with adoring eyes, and within moments, he was making a face at the retriever that'd jumped onto his lap, soaking his jeans through and through. Adelardo hadn't felt so awkward or baffled for the longest time. Another canine was the last thing he needed to meet - he wasn't sure how he felt about owning animals because he himself was an animal inside and outside and it only broke his heart. He had owned a goldfish once before. It was before his mother and father disappeared, years before. His name was Sparky, and he had brilliant yellow scales. He was a giant goldfish, and he was Adelardo's best friend, silly as it may seem. Sparky was like a pet dog to Adelardo; all he ever needed. Adelardo was never too social, so it was nice to have a small friend that had a lower class of life than he himself did. Foxes never did occur to be the largest animals around, nor the highest on the food chain. It broke his heart to let Sparky go after he was taken to the orphanage. They had a terribly strict no-pet rule, and his transitions counselor had encouraged him to "do the right thing" and give the prized pet to the neighbor's youngest daughter. Doing the right thing was hardly part of a dictionary for a seven year old boy, and he was selfish of his gilled friend. He was simply sure that the July girl next door would change the name to something awful like Lucy and flush it down the toilet after poor Sparky died. He'd planned a huge escape from children services, but his counselor found out, and the fish had gone to the girl immediately. He would never know that Sparky, a seemingly meaningless pet, but ever so meaningful to Adelardo, actually had a great and much longer than expected life with the girl - and kept his name. No, animals were awkward for Adelardo now that he knew the full meaning of his shape-shifting powers. He felt so overpriveleged to have two shifting forms and he preferred to be considered a fox by another creature, not the master or the enemy - a human. Adelardo squinted his eyes and pushed the sewage-smelling dog off of his lap gently. "Stay down, boy," he said, looking around him quickly, praying that Lucas wouldn't see the dog. Adelardo could only imagine the boy's reaction. "Please, get down."
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Annoyed, Adelardo stood up from the seat, the lap of his pants soaked thoroughly, no thanks to this mutt that had welcomed itself to his lap. He looked down at the dog, still staring up at him with a curiously pleading look in his eyes. Adelardo found it hard not to help a brother out, but honestly, how could this dog know he was part canine? Exactly. He couldn't. If he just left the dog like any normal human being, it would leave him alone, and it wouldn't be any different than if any other person did it. Except that it was different. Adelardo hardly had the heart to do it, but he was stubborn, and so he turned his back to the sopping dog and took a few steps before looking back. Of course. It was just like in the books with the mischievious dogs in them. It was going to follow him home and he was going to feed it biscuits and give it a bath and make it a part of a big happy family. Then everything would turn out great and suddenly the answers to life's secrets would be revealed all because he took in a stray dog that will forever be his best friend. But Adelardo was being sarcastic the whole time that he traced out this fantasy path in his mind. Nothing like this could ever happen in reality, nor did Adelardo neccessarily want a pet that would just make home life more awkward. No. He continued to walk on, turning back around, until he approached the pond in the center of the big park. On another of the benches sat his foster dad, reading through the newspaper that he'd been carrying here. Adelardo found that he got along with his foster dad more than with anyone else in his makeshift family. He didn't talk or do much, and while he clearly had an impact on the family, he was more of a silent leader. He, much to Adelardo's delight, always had a book, newspaper, or other reading material in his hand, and now was no exception. At the sound of footsteps, the man looked up at Adelardo as he passed, a bit dazed from all of his reading. "Who is that?" he asked, noticing the dog for the first time. "My," he laughed. "It almost looks as if the poor fellow fell into the pond!" he exclaimed. Of course, the jolly man had only meant this figuratively, but Adelardo took it in for consideration. Considering the awful stench rising from the creature's pelt, it was a more than likely posibility. "Oh, this mutt?" asked Adelardo, pretending as if he, too, had only just noticed it for the first time. "Why he's no one. Never seen the dog in my life." Mr. Baxter looked Adelardo and the dog up and down as if he wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. "Really?" he asked. "Because I've heard that you have a real connection with animals and nature, Adelardo. Don't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes. Did you find this dog here at the park? You can't keep him if he belongs to someone else," he lectured Adelardo carefully, but the boy only stared back at him in awe. "Are you kidding?" Adelardo asked. "This dog has been following me around ever since I tried to take a peaceful nap! He's the last sort of thing I'd like to see running around your house," he replied, still extremely shocked that the normally-assertive man had read the situation in the completely wrong way. "In fact, we can check his tags, and I can take him back to his owner right away," said Adelardo. He was in a hurry to finish the conversation, as awkward it was to be seen with this animal. Animals were great to observe from afar, like the pups playing frisbee with their owners and the birds building their nests in trees. But when too close to them, Adelardo got very uncomfortable. When a shapeshifter allows itself to warm up to animals around him, he may shift uncontrollably into his animal form. Adelardo had never told anyone before, and it was a risk that he was not willing to take. He felt around the neck of the dog to find a collar, but to his dismay, found nothing. Absolutely nothing "Bare," said Adelardo. "His neck is bare. What do we do now?"
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Mrs. Baxter looked the dog over carefully. "He looks healthy enough," she murmured to herself in a low voice. Adelardo, too, turned his eyes downward to join her in the inspection of the now-dry dog. He couldn't argue with her reasoning, but he didn't want to take the stray home. He looked at the dog as if he were afraid that it'd bite him, or him vice versa. They seemed to have a small stare-down as the woman pondered at their options. Adelardo, too, had every option running through his mind. The safest option would be giving the stray up for adoption at the animal shelter. It was a safe non-euthanization shelter that would guarantee that the dog got the best home that suits him. It would keep Adelardo from accidentally showing something he didn't want anyone to see - his fox form - and it would be better for the dog to be loved there as apposed to shunned here. Adelardo was very sure of himself when he decided that he was going to ignore the dog. Perhaps the dog would belong more to Mr. Baxter or more to Lucas than to anyone else. Of course, the other option would be taking it home. Because he had found it, or rather it had found him, Mrs. Baxter was sure to insist on his being Adelardo's dog, but Adelardo would rather have the dog given to Lucas. The boy needed a companion that could keep him calm and could run out his seemingly endless energy. The less energy Lucas had and the more time he spent chasing the dog around, the quieter and more civilized the house was. Of course, Adelardo never did feel too comfortable around Buzz without Lucas, and that could leave him in a very tricky situation if it was just the two of them. In the long run, Adelardo was determined to convince Mr. and Mrs. Baxter with all of his might that they should not keep the dog, just like any other child might try to convince their parents that they really should keep the stray that they found. But Adelardo knew that deep down inside, this was not an option for anyone. The Baxters looked at the dog with such affection. They saw it as their key to pulling the family together, giving them a pet was supposed to solve all of their awkward social problems. Buzz saw it as a ticket to drifting away from the family. Another person was only a nuisance to him, and he thought that if he withdrew from the dog, he could withdraw from the family in which his only pleasure was the endless supply of games that their cabinet held. Lucas saw the dog as a friend, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to care for it. The boy was much too simple-minded to be able to remember to care for them. Then there was Adelardo. It was quite obvious that in the long run, Adelardo really would want the pet. But he wanted the best for it as well, and he knew that was something the family couldn't provide unless he were to lose his awkwardness. He looked up at Mrs. Baxter's big, happy eyes. "I think we'll keep him," she said. He looked down into his messy hair, a bit tangled, and bent over, whispering into his ear, "Don't worry. I know you'll like him." Adelardo looked down into the big, pleading eyes of the dog. All he could bring himself to think was, How did she know?
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Now, years later, Adelardo is happy the dog found him. He swears that their relationship was everything he thought it would never be, and everything he'd never hoped for. But it was the most pleasant experience he's ever had, other than his time with Fedora. However, while Fester clicked well with Adelardo, he didn't click well with Buzz. He was forced to sleep outside most nights because the terribly rude boy wouldn't allow the 'pest' in their room. Adelardo's tried greatly to reason with him, but the dog is kept away from him all day long. Adelardo finds it easier to live with Mr. and Mrs. Baxter now, but Buzz and him will never be brothers.
Family, Friends, and Enemies:
Family-
Amina [stepsister - living]
Moku [father - living]
Yami [mother - deceased]
Farrah [stepmum - living]
Friends-
Adelardo [mate - living]
Enemies-
Society
Family, Friends, and Enemies:
Family-
Vanna [younger sister - deceased]
Luda [mother - unknown inhabitants]
Aconko [father - unknown inhabitants]
Buzz ["brother" (bully) - living]
Lucas ["brother" (best friend) - living]
Friends-
Fedora [mate - living]
Enemies-
Jeryo [enemy - living]
Starsign:
Scorpio -
Starsign:
Pisces -
[ Your element: Water
Your ruling planets: Neptune
Symbol: The Fish
Your stone: Bloodstone
Life Pursuit: To avoid feeling alone and instead feel connected to others and the world at large
Vibration: Erratic Energy levels
Pisces Secret Desire: To live their dreams and turn fantasies into realities. ]
Occupation, Hobbies, etc.:
» Job: None
» Sports: None
» Hobbies/Activities: Doing her hair, crafts, watching dramatic TV
Occupation, Hobbies, etc.:
» Job: Waiter at Toboggan (Steakhouse & Bar)
» Sports: None
» Hobbies/Activities: Reading books, watching sports on TV
Phobias and Disorders:
» Claustrophobia - Quite afraid of tight spaces and crowds
» Aichmophobia - The fear of non-medical needles
Phobias and Disorders:
» Arachnophobia - Scared of spiders, spider webs, spider pictures, etc.
» Mild/Occassional Nyctophobia - Fear of the dark
» OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - Everything must be clean and organized!
Guilty Pleasures and Addictions:
- Chocolate ~ She loves dark chocolate, the runny, bitter-sweet taste in her mouth.
- Darkness ~ Fedora is still quite mysterious. She loves the dark, and despises the day.
- Storms ~ Lightning is amazing <33
- Halloween ~ Loves creepy things like tombstones and spiders.
Guilty Pleasures and Addictions:
- Books ~ Never seemed like the type, did he?, but he loves his books.
- Television ~ He loves watching sports, but not participating.
- Sprite ~ Best soda ever. o.o
- Cleanliness ~ Cleanliness is next to godliness.
Birthday:
October 25th
Birthday:
February 28th
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Please, judges, when judging this form, do not forget to click here for their other half of the form. Apparently, my stories and personalities were so long that I was forced to move part of my form to another post, and even still, will probably later have to move more. I had over 60,000 characters; the maximum per post.
Turkey Wolf
The Key to Your Heart - Neal McCoy
Welcome to the first half of my form for kennel 6! To continue to the second half, please see the link at the bottom of this post. Thank you. c:
First off, I want to apologize for any spelling errors (missing a vowel, to for too, etc.) I was on a roll when writing this, and when I finally got to read through it on my phone, there was no edit button available to fix the mistakes I noticed. Thank you very much, judges and otherwise, for taking your time to read my form!
Generally, part one is how they are seperately, and part two is how they are together. c:
Part one of my form contains:
- Kennel Number
- Names and Genders
- Personalities (Lone)
- Fedora's Lone History
- Adelardo's Lone History
- Starsigns & other general information
Adelardo; Fedora; Both
Username:
wesleydog
Kennel Number:
Kennel 6
Name [of pet]:
Adelardo - Celtic name meaning "noble".
Fedora - Greek name meaning "divine gift".
Gender [of pet]:
Adelardo - Male ♂
Fedora - Female ♀
Personality [of pet]:
Seperately -
Adelardo ~
Adelardo is the sort of boy that melts a heart like a thin layer of ice. His beautiful, large eyes and his fantastic features are sure to stick in anyone's mind, and he uses these things to his advantage. He's very sweet and considerate, always thinking of others before himself. He's a gentleman, like the one that's likely to hold open a door for a lady or help an elderly woman across the street. His compassionate attitude adds bonus points to his abilities with girls, and though he knows of many girls that swoon over him, his loyalty allowed him to fall for only one, Fedora. Before he had become his present self, a gentleman-ly lover, however, he was a heart breaker. No one knows how he got broken into, turned inside out from evil to sweet, but it is expected that perhaps it was because he felt such a pull towards Fedora. He is very assertive, so it is no surprise that he saw her first. But before all of this, he had been a bit of a bad boy. He broke many hearts with his "Allejandro" sort of attitude. However, he still had all of the girls nearly passing out at the mere thought of him loving them. He always had that special technique for luring someone in. Perhaps it was his appearance to begin with, not his personality, because bad boy was hardly the lover that one would like to have. He was sort of emo, not the cutting type, but rather, the moreso goth type. He was very emotional and touchable, and he had no confidence in himself to stop someone from hurting his feelings. He was not emotionally strong, and he found himself in tears more than anything else. But after years of the same life style, he changed. His features, his looks, his attitude. He changed everything about himself for her. This shows termendous loyalty towards those that he loves, and it is very evident that he would never do anything to lose her. He's stayed a tad bashful, shy to meeting others, but he does find that once he gets out of his shell and enjoys himself in reality, he has a lot more in common with others than he thinks. Still though, he prefers only one as his mate, and is very solitary towards other people. He'd rather be with her or alone, and no where with others. Keeping this in mind, though, he's not disrespectful on any senses or matters, and he's willing to be kind to every poor soul that he comes across, but he tries not to go out of his comfort zone into meeting new people on his own free will. He's very considerate, and would gladly give up the last bite of prey to someone worth while, and apart from Fedora, who he holds very dearly to his heart, he seems nearly each other person on the same level as the last. He has his one close friend, the only person he ever knew how to keep, but others, he values the same. He's very trustworthy and reliable, and thankfully, these features come with his loyalty. He can keep the biggest, darkest secret from anyone if told to, but he's not much of a secret maker. If told secrets, he holds a promise not to breathe a word to a soul about it, but he isn't big on making his own secrets, because he feels as if he must be like an open book to Fedora. He's a tad to open about himself with others at times, and this leads to misunderstandings, but he never tries to confuse or hurt anyone. Honesty is the best policy, and Adelardo is very strong in this category. Perhaps a tad too strong. One thing, however, about Adelardo, that stands out more than any other thing, is how much he stays true to himself. He's always one for believing in himself, and self confidence is vital to life, but he's never one to boast or brag. He's all around a goody-goody, but as for Fedora... well, opposites attract.
Fedora ~
If Adelardo is an open book, then Fedora is certainly a closed one. She didn't have the greatest past, and she's not the most affectionate or well-behaved fox, but she does have potential talents, and generally, she loves her heart out on Adelardo. She's shady, and way more into secrets than Adelardo. However, she still doesn't share other's secrets, as she likes to greedily keep all facts to herself. She's an observer, and she loves to look at life in different ways. She has a tendency to follow what she sees others do, like a small puppet on a string, and she takes in facts like a notebook or computer. She's very intelligent, and this enables her to do so well a remembering things and collecting facts, little prizes that she gets nearly every day. She had started observing Adelardo before they became lovers, and evidently, she liked what she saw. She's a little more drastic and dramatic than Adelardo, and she tends to take things personally. Outwardly, she has a little protective wall built around her emotions, hiding them from the world. She is not readable like Adelardo, and she refuses to speak of anything personal. When she's happy, she is very adoring and loving, more kind than she can be when there is no general emotion going on through her mind. When she's sad, she doesn't cry, and it almost appears as if she's missing her tear ducts. She's only cried once in her life, long before she even met Adelardo, and like many other things that she prefers to hide rather than share, she's kept it a secret all of her life. Her mother dying of cancer, and her stepmum coming in to "save the day". All of her hope was lost, and because of this, she cried and cried. Perhaps, she cried her tears out, and this is why she seems unable to produce any real tear or sad emotion. When she's angry, Fedora is like a volcano of lava and fire, erupting more actively than it should be. She prefers to isolate herself from others whenever she is mad, because she doesn't want to hurt those of us who still have feelings. Sometimes, though, she forgets to be this considerate, and frequently goes off on people, making them feel absolutely terrible. With her slight anger management problem and her very rough past, it may seem like she should be the one to need someone to cling onto, someone to hold her tight and help her work her problems out. But this, rather, is not the case. She's the stronger of the couple, emotionally and physically, and she seems to be the balance-beam support for Adelardo, rather than the other way around. She's full of secrets and surprises, and her actions and words are completely unpredictable. Like Adelardo, she prefers to keep to herself, unless he is in the matters. Fedora's life is like one big book with a lock on it, needing a key. And whenever that lock is opened, and the key is found, the words are smeared, and illegible. She seems to prefer this much more rather than being a readable book, open and dusty, hoping that someone will come along and turn its pages once more. She is very reliable with secrets, like Adelardo, but she's not always the most honest person around. Secrets and lies are her language, and she occassionally doesn't even open up to Adelardo's very own key to her heart.
Background/History [of pet]:
Before they met -
A small story about when Fedora's baby step-sister was born. <3
Fedora stumbled down the stairs of the two-story house, groggy with sleep. her eyes were clouded with exhaustion, and her face was planted in a deep frown. Today was not a day for anything. Did she really have to go to school? "Good morning, Glory," her father said sarcasticly. His eyes looked over the brim of his glasses, and his face peered out from behind his newspaper, disturbed from the distractingly loud banging that Fedora had made on her way down the stairs. "Ugh, Dad," she addressed him. She rolled her eyes high up to the ceiling and stomped loudly on the tile floor until she made it to the table. Her pajamas were still on, and she hadn't found any reason to change. She was not going to school. "Oh, Fedora!" overly eager, Farrah, Fedora's stepmum turned away from her cooking at the stove and smiled an incredibly toothy smile. "I'm so glad you're awake! Emily's mom called, and she's coming over tonight so that you can babysit her! Isn't that wonderful?" Fedora slammed her forehead onto the light-wood table with a loud bang. She didn't care. When you had the motivation of anger, nothing hurt. "Uggghhhh!" she let loose an exaggerated sigh and left her head on the table, slowly closing her eyes. "Fedora!" her father exclaimed. "Show some respect for once!" he yelled at her. Fedora was used to a routine like this. Whatever the amazing step mom said went, and if she didn't agree, her father yelled at her until she gave up on him. Fedora couldn't understand why everything had to work this way. Her birth mother, the only woman she cared about, had died when she was a toddler, died of lung cancer, and she had ended up cursed with this woman who baked burnt toast with an oven and tried to hard to be happy and enthusiastic. Fedora's life was cursed. Absolutely cursed. She was so peeved that she stood up, dragging her body's weight along, and walked right up the steps, quickly, simply making more noise that she had before. She walked into her room, shut her blinds, jumped into her bed, and pulled the covers high over her head. She was not kidding. She had absolutely no intention of going to school today. For all she cared, her desk could sit empty for a thousand years, and her brain could end up as television-changed mush. She wanted to sleep the rest of her life away. She remembered back to the days, the good days, when her family had lived in the forest. Why couldn't it be like that anymore? Life at the island was great and all, but she wanted something more comforting, the woods. Of course, she loved her human form, so much more than her fox form, which only came in handy for spying and collecting secrets, but she didn't love the life that she actually had to attempt to live in her human form. Fedora knew the real reason that they couldn't go back to the forest. It was her step mum, that rotten mortal. She was as ordinary as a blank piece of lined paper, no story to her at all. Her father had to decide to start a human's life, and had to decide to fall in love with her! Sure, it brought income, and sure, the woman was pregnant (but didn't that just cost them more money? another child?), but she'd preferred the apartment that they'd had years before, just her and her father, no woman coming into the picture and absolutely destroying her life. Suddenly, the covers were lifted from her head, and she screamed, stopping short, mid-thought. "Dad! Can't you knock?" she screamed loudly. "Get up," he replied, eyes squinted. "You're going to school." Fedora glared at him and got up from her bed as her father shut the door behind him, leaving the room once more.
Sulkily, Fedora made her way over to her dresser, ever so very slowly. She pulled open the top drawer, and looked into the stacks of shirts with disguist. Her father had mixed one of Farrah's shirts in with hers on accident. She picked the thing up, pinching it with two fingers, and threw it out of her door. The cloth fell into a lump of a pile, and she sighed, closing the door to her room again, the knob cold in her hands. As she walked over to the drawers, she pictured a few of her favorite clothing items and tried to think of an outfit. Immediately, she shut the drawer that had been contaminated by the woman's clothing. It would take at least fourty eight hours until they were good for wearing again. She pulled open the second drawer down, pulling out a striped teal and grey tee with a hood and hand pockets like a sweatshirt. She unfolded it carefully, and threw it on the bed, covering the spot on the sheets where she'd spilled Caprisun a few months ago. She closed that drawer as well and reached down to the bottom drawer, pulling out a dark-washed pair of skinnies, perfect for the shirt. She set it next to the shirt, and slowly, still acting like a stunted turtle, lifted the pajama shirt over her head, finally wiggling out of it. She pulled the striped shirt over her head and changed her pants, making her way over to the mirror. She looked at her hair in disguist and let out a deep moan. It looked as if something had landed a military ambush on her head or something. She walked to the bathroom and dropped her pajamas in the hamper, then opened the cabinet and pulled out her brush. She pulled through her hair, finding a few tangles along the way each time she ran the bristles through her hair again. Her watch beeped. Eight o'clock. She was going to be late. She swept her hair up and added a large clip to hold it up in a messy bun, using a few bobbypins to hold down her hair so that she wouldn't have turtles later when her hair got looser. She placed another black bobby pin in her pocket and ran back to her room, putting on some goldtoe gym socks and her converse hightops. She ran down the stairs, speedy this time, hoping to get to school just so that she wouldn't have to experience any more house-drama. She grabbed her lunch from the fridge and her backpack from the hallway by the door. She ran out the door, not bothering to ask for a ride, but more importantly, not bothering to shout 'I love you'. Who was there to listen and love her back anyhow? Love was such a stupid word. She ran on the sidewalk and j-walked at the corner, only hoping to get to class in time. As she reached the yard of New Heights Public Middle School, the first bell rang, and a few children still on the yard walked into the school at her side. She took a left when they took a right and stuffed her things into her locker. What did she need to grab now? A few books and a binder in hand, she rushed off to homeroom, where she was greeted by Miss Farley, with a not-so-kind, "You're late." Hah - she gulped. So it hadn't been the first bell.
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Fedora was in Pre-Algebra, scribbling down a few answers on her pop quiz that Mr. Mace so graciously gave her, when she received the news that made her break the lead in her pencil. Or maybe, it was more significant that she had received news that would change her life forever. "Fedora?" Mr. Mace had said the name loudly after setting down the phone that allowed teachers to communicate with the office. "I promise - I wasn't cheating this time!" Fedora shouted, immediately defensive. She had come up with the two answers on her paper very independently, and she was willing to defend her answers and her hard work. "I can show you the steps!" she guaranteed him, holding up a paper with a few pencil markings, doodles, and math problems. A few snickers passed over the children in a nervous sort of way. "Fedora, that's enough," said Mr. Mace, getting up to take her quiz. "You're leaving. Your father is in the office, here to pick you up. Apparently, he has some news," he said. Fedoras eyes widened, and she snapped her pencil's tip as she stood up to gather her things. Here? In the office? What on earth could he possibly be here for, and why did it require her going home with him early? She wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. She didn't need to finish her test, but did this just mean that she had to spend the day at home with Farrah? She frowned, considering sitting back down and finishing her quiz. She didn't of course, but instead, she walked out of the door, supplies and books in arms, and stopped at her locker to pack her bookbag back up. It seemed as if it had only been a few hours since she'd unpacked it. It was odd to be leaving so soon. She walked into the office to find her dad is his green jacket, rocking back and forth on his toes nervously, a big smile and a bead of sweat decorating his face. "What's going on?" she squinted her eyes suspiciously at his nervous face. Something big was what was going on, and she could feel it running through her blood stream with a pulse. Her fingers tingled as they often did when she got nervous or excited, but she didn't smile or frown, never one to show much emotion other than, well, eh. That was her main emotion; Eh. Her father looked at her, deep into her eyes, almost in a creepy way. "Well," he said. "Fedora," he motioned for her to sit down, but she squinted her eyes shut tighter and remained standing. "I'm not sure how you're going to take this," he gulped. "But... Farrah is having her baby," he finished, his smile widening. "What?" she exclaimed, dizzy in the head, her face hot and turning red in an angry blush. No, please. Not now. Please tell me he's lying. "Yes," he said. "And we're going to go see her."
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Annoyed, Fedora planted a scowl on her face. She wasn't showing any emotions other than utter annoyance outwardly, but inwardly, she didn't know how to feel. Fedora was scared, because she wasn't sure how this whole thing was supposed to work. She didn't have any other siblings, and she didn't know if everything was going to turn out okay. And she was even more worried that this girl would get in the way of her relationship with her father. Recently, it'd been crumbling; melting, and who's to say that her father wouldn't decide that the baby was his new favorite now? After all, he had a wife to go with that baby, but Fedora was just a pesky, moody teenager in his eyes. She was excited, too, though, just a tad, a tiny happy to think that she'd be the big sister - a major rolemodel - in someone else's life. She could teach her sister the things that no one ever taught her. But the thing that she most was was shocked. She was all around frazzled at the fact that she had known nothing about the water breaking or anything up until now. She was shocked that her father had really just picked her up from school and taken her to the hospital where her step mother would be waiting with a new, stinky bundle of joy in her arms. Fedora was very upset at everything happening around her, because it seemed as if everything was going too quickly for her to keep up with. It seemed like having the baby was the final step in marriage, the final step in forgetting all about Fedora's own birth mother, and that naming the child and loving her and taking her home was the final step towards replacing Fedora as a child, as a daughter, as the only and the favorite. This child would have a whole new life, and Fedora's father and Farrah would get to experience parenthood together like neither had ever experienced before. And honestly, the baby was just another step towards never seeing the forest again. The baby would have no special powers. Or maybe, it would. It was the biggest question that Fedora and her father shared. Both of them wanted to know the same thing - Would the baby girl be able to change forms? Could she transform into a fox, too? Farrah had never known that Fedora and her father were shapeshifters, surprisingly enough, because they were able to control their shifting stages. But as a baby, a shapeshifter is constantly shanging from fox to human, as it cannot control its abilities. How would things work if the girl got the powers? Would they really be able to hide it all from Farrah? Fedora had too many questions that needed answers. She stared at the red, orange, and yellow leaves inhabiting some of the branches on the trees as the car whizzed past them. Still sweating, though not the warmest day, Fedora's dad gripped the wheel so tightly that his knuckles became a ghostly shade of white. He seemed to be going a bit above the speed limit, but Fedora tried not to take too much notice of it. She still had questions, but she didn't care to voice them.
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It seemed as if time had passed too quickly whenever Fedora and her father, inside their automobile, turned into the parking lot of the hospital, the view of trees that Fedora had entertained her eyes with now gone. Why did time seem to only pass quickly when you least wanted it to? This would remain one more of life's unanswered questions for the longest time in Fedora's mind. All she could think about was how life would be after today. Today was the last day she was an only child. She couldn't deal with so much change at once, and she just wanted to run away from the bad parts of her life. But where would that leave her? Every bad occassion left her personality stronger, her voice gruffer, herself more solitary. Didn't they realize that they were the ones forcing her into her shell of an attitude? They were simply ruining her life, and she wished that she could scream this as she slowly jumped out of the car with a frown planted on her face, thinking of what the future would be like, trying to imagine how things would end up being. No more attention on her was an upside, she honestly didn't mind not being constantly nagged by her overly energetic stepmum or her father, whom she didn't even know anymore. She was sure that it was him that had changed, not her. She tried to imagine her new duties as a "big sister". Diaper changing, feeding the baby, cleaning up all of the messes. She was sure that everything of any worth in her room would meet destruction immediately after the baby could climb and crawl. But the worst part of this is that she was expected of so much. She was expected to be the baby's postitive influence. She wasn't sure that she could live up to that title. She didn't want the future to be awful, with no contact between her and her step sister, because she didn't want the baby to end up with attitude problems and a damaged heart like she had. It wasn't what the baby deserved. It was, rather, exactly what that evil Farrah deserved, bluntly put forth. She couldn't believe that this one woman had managed to completely ruin her life. She had a hard time seeing any of this as the baby's fault, and she even let her dad go off free in her mind, but something had to be done about Farrah. She could not stand the thought of living with this woman any longer. Why couldn't she just take her dad and run off? Her foot touched the concrete as she walked, looking straight forward, so lost in thought that she'd carelessly forgotten to be aware of her surroundings any longer. She was propelled forward by the momentum of the pressure released on the front of her shoe, and she did everything she could to manage her balance and stand up straight again. She casually stepped up on the concrete curb, leading the way forward on the sidewalk to the large white building's automatic double doors. This place was always dreaded for Fedora. She'd been here when the words had left a doctor's mouth, the words that people hear each and every day nearly every fifteen seconds. "I'm sorry, but we've done everything we can for her." That was the day that they'd - she and her father - had learned that their life would change forever for the very first time. Her mother had 3 days left, three full days of pain and agony of carrying a load of cancer on her back, and three days to spend for the last time with her loved ones. No more forest, no more 3-person family, supposedly the "magic number" in life. No, it wouldn't be like that anymore. Even at a younger age than she now was, Fedora could remember as she looked back on that day, that as a child she would have done anything she could to take that cancer from her mom, let her mom live on with her dad, because they were always so happy like that. Fedora pondered at the possibility of one day having someone that great to love her, someone as great as her dad to love her, and giving as much love as her mom gave to her back to the man that she'd one day become the other half to. She shook her head, knowing this could never be the case. Of course, life never worked anything like this. It's hard to love something, because it seems that you always lost it. As she turned back to her father, she squinted her eyes. "I can't go in there," she said, suddenly feeling small and scared. "I can't go into that building any more. You can never leave a place like this happy." Her father looked at her with an emotionless face. It was so full of emotion, anyhow, that it appeared emotionless. It was clear that he was sorrowful, excited, and nervous at once, and the mixture could not be fully expressed on his face. "Hatter," he said softly, as he'd always called her when her mother was still alive, a little play on her name it had been, and every time he said it in her toddler years, she'd giggled and pulled his ear. "I miss her, too," he said, but he refused to think about his wife any longer. She was gone, and one day, Fedora had to learn to accept that. "Come on," his face turned from such an expressionless expression to an angry one, and he gruffly grabbed her arm as she shrieked and tried to pull away. "Farrah needs you," he said. "And she really needs me." He walked into the double doors, them opening as he dragged his stubborn daughter behind. He pulled her all the way up to the front desk, where they met a nice-looking woman in a nurse's shirt. "Hello," she said. "Who are you here for?" she asked. "I'd like to see Farrah Matley," he replied, not letting go of Fedora for a second. Fedora watched, terrified, this man that she no longer knew. Her arm ached from her struggling, and the circulation was no longer able to occur to that part of her arm or further down because he had such a tight grip on her. "Room 203," replied the woman, but Fedora's father had already turned around, her with him, walking towards the elevator. He didn't appear to here the woman, but Fedora knew better. She knew that he had heard, and that this day was the most eventful he'd ever had. Better than the day that Fedora was born. She just knew he didn't love her any more; she could see it written plainly in his face. She felt pain in her heart, pain that she could not express through either of her only two emotions that she could well express. She could not very well express pain through either love or hate, but she had an idea forming in her mind as her father pressed the button sending them elevating to the second floor of the just-delievered center of the hospital. She wanted to go back to the forest. Alone.
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Moku, Fedora's father, pushed through the door of room 203, and swiftly walked past the bland white curtain that blocked Farrah's bed off from the other half of the room. The room was quiet, except for a small cry and a bit of a laugh, quite bubbly, coming from around the corner of the curtain. He pushed Fedora through as she imagined the tears that she couldn't cry rolling down her cheeks from the pain that she was experiencing. She wanted to run the second that he let go of her, but she was held in awe by the young body that Farrah silently carressed, a small smile on her face. They had gotten there a bit later than they had hoped to arrive, but on any other matters, it was all the same. The baby had been born, and now, her life would change. The small figure twitched slightly, and Moku's eyes widened tremendously. He looked down at his new daughter, a beautiful human baby, and smiled. "Amina," he breathed the name out in the smallest whisper that he could manage, the name that the ecstatic couple had planned for her for months before she was born. "Amina Yami Matley," said Farrah softly, her eyes catching on Fedora for the first time. Fedora narrowly avoided the glance, trying not to express the sadness through her appearance that she felt dropping deeper into her heart. It dwelled there with the sound of the name, Yami, her deceased mother's birth name. It was the baby's middle name, and she was absolutely sure that even though she hadn't known her mum the best, that it was more meaningful to her ears than to anyone else in the room. Moku backed off from Fedora, going closer to his wife, as the nurse peeked in. He bent down and looked at the baby's face, a twinkle in her eye, as Fedora was left standing in the corner of the opposite side of the room, hand on her hurt arm, completely dazed and oblivious to the happenings around her. She had flashbacks running through her mind, of the forest in the fall, and of the colorful leaves that were so much more beautiful there. She thought of the real gift that she had, being a fox, given two different lives, and how abused those lives were in her terrible circumstances. She looked over at the three on the other side of the room, her father now talking to the nurse as he took the baby up in his arms. She looked at their faces; how happy they were; and it dawned on her, not for the first time, that she was only a burden to their perfect family. But as her father placed the little baby girl's head on his shoulder softly, the baby gazed at Fedora with her wide green eyes. In those eyes, Fedora saw curiously, sleepiness, but she also saw love and affection, a little sister that she was supposed to help raise. And with that young glance, she remembered her pledge from earlier. It wasn't the baby's fault that her life was ruined - it was the result of two individuals that were madly in love that had ruined her life forever. But she decided in that moment that she knew that she would never be able to leave and go off to the forest alone. She loved him too much - her father - and she loved the spirit of her kind-hearted mother that lived on silently in this family through this baby. This wonderful baby that she suddenly was sure of possessing the ability, the special power. She was simply sure of it - this baby was a shapeshifter.
A small story on how Adelardo met his dog. :3
Adelardo walked down the narrow hallway of his foster home with Buzz and Lucas bordering the walls on either side of him. Lucas had a huge smile planted on his face as he playfully punched Adelardo's shoulder, while Buzz had a frown on his face, never one to share in joy. Adelardo wasn't really sure what he was supposed to think. He just closed his eyes and tried with all of his might to produce some sort of smile. The best that he could come up with was an odd little stiff straight-line mouth, one that tried to be happy, but couldn't, because of the state of depression that its wearer was in. Adelardo had been like this for the longest time that he could remember. He usually didn't talk much, but when he had something to say, it was usually very meaningful. He'd been very spacey ever since he and his pal had been moved into the same foster home as Buzz, the well-known too-tough from the Orthodox Boy's Orphanage. It had just been another curse, the move from there to here, and Adelardo wished with all of his might that he was back at the orphanage, racing down the stairs to get a piece of pizza, and heading outside where he could independently get some fresh air. But Miss Maya - director of the orphanage - absolutely would not have it. She had made it her personal mission to search for months for a foster home for this troublesomely monotone boy and his energetic best friend. While Adelardo knew that she was trying to help, he could only see the negative sides of this arrangement. First and foremost, he was with the bully of the bunch, the tough guy that would always be the one to put you in your place and tell you what's what. But secondly, Adelardo could no longer be an independent soul. He couldn't sneak off to the woods where he could easily shift into his fox form peacefully without another word to a mean boy or a hyperactive freak. Now he was closely watched from minute to minute, expected to love Buzz and Lucas like his very own brothers, expected to love Mr. and Mrs. Baxter like parents, and expected to spend quality family time with the four and their dog. Nothing had ever been more tortorous for Adelardo in all of his life as family walks to the park, movie night on Fridays, and sporty games on the weekends. He was a quiet and independent soul, much more keen on his fox form exploring in the park. He could onyl find one positive thing to this life, and that in itself was books. He had his own personal library that he'd collected ever since his older sister had died. A collection of dramas, tragedies, mysteries, and love stories that kept his eyes and his mind entertained for hours upon hours staying up all night to finish each and every page of a book. But now, it was taken right from his hands, his quality time with the woody pages of books and the sappy trees of his favorite woods, located directly by the orphanage. Sadly, Adelardo trailed into the large kitchen side-by-side to his "brothers", the only people that he hated more than the spunky "parents" that he had been placed with this time. It was always like this - in one foster home and out the other. It'd been nearly three years since he'd been able to find the last one. Adelardo took his seat next to Mr. Baxter, and stared at his plate of eggs as if he were trying to liquidate him with his eyes alone. How many times had he told them that he was a vegetarian? This wouldn't last all of his life of course, but in this phase, he was deathly reluctant to touch any form of animal meat. "Something wrong?" Buzz nudged his elbow with his own and smiled evily before devouring his eggs. "Now I want you boys to straighten up your room after we eat," said Mrs. Baxter. "Then, we can go for a walk in the park!" she exclaimed much to the dread of two out of the three boys. Adelardo rolled his eyes and looked at Lucas's excited response to this news. Oh boy, kill me now, he thought as he squinted his eyes at the plate of white and yellow aliens. Let the torture begin. Adelardo was quite sure that being starved in a cell, anything really, would be better than this...
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Adelardo stood up from his seat at the table and pushed the wooden chair back in so that the seat of it rested underneath the table. He looked back down at his plate; he hadn't touched anything but his fork ever since the plate was delivered to him. He slowly picked it up and walked over to the sink, deciding to just dump the eggs casually into the trash can on the way to putting the plate in the sink. His smooth plan was completely ruined by the loud voice of Lucas breaking into his thoughts. "Hey! Are you done with those? Can I have them?" the boy was nearly bouncing around with excitement and it took everything good inside of Adelardo to keep from reaching out and hitting the energetic and annoying boy. He was being too much of a bother to Adelardo, the calmer, more kept to himself sort of person. "Of course," he rolled his eyes, easily noticing that it took only a second after the words left his lips until Lucas attacked the plate in his hand, swallowing one of the eggs down whole. It would be such a joy to clean his room with these boys, thought Adelardo. Generally, Adelardo was a bit OCD. Quite frankly, he enjoyed things being neat, orderly, and clean. Back at the orphanage, he'd been the keeper of his small older boy's room, a room that he shared with no one at the time before he'd come here. Each weekend, he'd dust his bookshelf and the headboard of his bunk bed. He never cared to climb up to the top bunk as it was usually infested with a spider web of some sort, something that Adelardo would always prefer to stay away from. Each weekend, when dusting the bookshelf, Adelardo would take off every last book, and afterwards, he'd go through them all, arranging them by different things each week: size, shape, color, alphabetical, or any other order that could keep Adelardo busy for a while. It was harder to maintain a kind and laid back composure, though, when he was stuck cleaning up after a lazy slob and an energetic boy that couldn't stand still long enough to attempt to help Adelardo clean the room. He had a feeling as Buzz and Lucas stood up that he'd be the only one doing any sort of work, and after tromping up the stairs, he found himself quite right. Buzz walked through the door way and plopped down on his single bed, the poor bed creaking under his overwhelming weight. He pushed his hands and arms back behind his head and his shirt lifted ever so slightly, revealing a roll of his stomach. Adelardo shook slightly as he got the shivers, buzzed back into reality by the ghaustly sight. Adelardo put himself to work by putting the clothes on the floor into the hamper and pushing the clock back on the desk to clear more room for other treasures. Several minutes after Adelardo had begun his organizing and Buzz had begun his nap, Lucas bounced up the stairs eagerly. He walked into the boys' room, closing the door behind him, and awkwardly walked over to the bunk bed. He climbed the ladder and sat on the top, bouncing up and down and watching Adelardo with large, watery eyes. The moment was awkward and the air was heavy as two boys sat and the other cleaned, personally prefering to do the tidy-work by himself. He finally set down the dusting aparatus after a while, and Buzz hopped up. "Addy," he said rudely, barging his elbow right into Adelardo's side. "It sure did take you long enough!" He stood from the bed and waited for Lucas and Adelardo to follow him down the stairs. Adelardo shot the back of Buzz's head a resentful look, but he kept his head facing forward and showed no other sign of body language as he walked down the stairs waiting for the real horror to begin. The walk. He had the most embarrassing "family" ever.
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Mrs. Baxter raised her voice loud enough to be heard by the boys just across the hall. Buzz was really into the Wii console that he had been very happy to see that the Baxter family had owned long before they began fostering children. Lucas wasn't doing much - only watching the TV as he bounced uncontrollably like he'd been doing for the past few minutes. Because the children had slowly shifted into their normal routines, it was no surprise to find Adelardo curled up in the corner of the couch, trying with little success to block out the noise enough to read his favorite novel, The Broken Love Story, a romantic book that was great to read no matter your gender. This had to be his twentieth time reading it, he thought as he felt the pages, still crisp under his fingers, when he turned the page over. The book was still so neat because he treated each book as his own child. He nourished them by dusting their covers and using bookmarks instead of folding down the pages. He was so careful to care properly for a book, and this had to be one of his most treasured books. Love was a difficult subject for Adelardo now. He thought of his past as he looked down at the small fish-net arm-warmer that occupied his arm morning to night each and every day. He shut the book softly as he was finally able to make out the muffled noise of Mrs. Bazter over the loud, dramatic music of Buzz's game. "Boys, it's time to go!" she shouted. Only moments before, she'd gone upstairs to inspect the job that Adelardo had done of cleaning the three boys' room. Obviously, his job had been well done, because she made no extra comment or criticism as he walked into the room, Buzz and Lucas slowly trailing behind him, Buzz especially hesitant to leave the comfort of his video game. Mrs. Baxter shrugged into a nice tan jacket before they left the house, and the five of the "family" walked out of the door, only the beginning of their awkward walk. It was so odd to be observing themselves in such detail, but Adelardo couldn't help but silently point out each and every awkward thing in his mind. None of us children look alike, he thought, only the beginning of his seemingly endless list of things that could be changed to make them the slightest normal family. Only Mrs. Baxter is wearing a coat, Buzz's socks don't match, and I look sleep deprived, he added to the list. It was almost as if he could tick off every possible wrong thing for the wrong kind of family on a large checklist full of life's mistakes. He tried to occupy himself by looking at the sights around him: the cracks that were carved into the concrete sidewalk through weathering, the tree stumps that were the remainders of great, tall trees, swept down by the area's latest storms, and the blue jay that soared so gallantly and pridefully above their awkward group, making them only look much worse in comparison. He shivered slightly as he looked up into the wings, and ignored everything else around him except for the bird. He was held in awe for the creature. This was a talent that Adelardo possessed. Preferring his animal form to anything else, he always had more of a fascination for and connection with animals of all shapes and sizes, though he found that he was drawn to every canine more than anything else. With his strong fox-like sense of smell, Adelardo picked up a bready flavor, coming from the buns of the hot dog stande around the corner, likely freshly baked. Of course, as much as his stomach rumbled away from the lack of breakfast, at this point in his life, Adelardo refused to eat anything once living. And hot dog standes hardly met the requirements for Adelardo's sanitary food health inspection. The broilers were so full of bacteria that Adelardo was struck with fear for the poor souls who'd been condemned to eating one. He squinted his eyes a bit tighter, trying to ignore the jumping boy next to him, making out a park bench. He locked his target like a gunman might lock his target, and he made up his mind. He was going to plant himself on that bench the entire time that they were there. That way, he could be alone for a while, and he would get to enjoy a bit more of nature's finest gifts - peace and quiet.
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Not a moment after the group of five had walked past the lamppost, Adelardo raced over to the bench. It seemed to be the most excited he'd been ever since he finished The Broken Love Story for the nineteenth time. Buzz found refuge in standing several paces away from all of the "family members", not taking any joy in this experience much like Adelardo himself. Lucas, however, always the most excitable of the bunch, was as happy as a kid in a candy store. He watched the younger children playing tag and welcomed himself to a game with the rowdiest neighborhood kids. It was interesting that he never had much to say, yet he was always so annoyingly energetic. Adelardo closed his eyes and leaned his head back onto the hard wooden surface of the top of the back of the park bench. He stayed like this for a few minutes, but his bright blue eyes flicked open rather suddenly with startle as he felt a nudge on the palm of his hand. He sniffed the air, a horrible look on his face as if he thought that something truly terrible was happening. What sort of joke had Buzz decided to play on him this time? Adelardo swore that he would never have or find a family, and gthat he'd like it better that way. Perhaps The Broken Love Story had received its spot as his favorite book because the children in the story experienced something similar to what he experienced - annoyance towards "siblings" and a whole lot of love for perfection. Adelardo wrinkled his nose and frowned as he looked down, expecting to see a stink bomb or even Buzz's own face awaiting him. However, when he looked down, he saw something even more terrifying. He had no idea why it'd chosen him, but he saw a wet dog, lapping its own paw as it gingerly lifted it off of the ground and looking up at him with a canine-smile that only Adelardo in his special case would be able to understand. "How... what?" Adelardo couldn't believe his eyes. It'd been forever since he'd seen a dog so close to him, because the orphanage had no pets and his foster parents had never owned any within the short amount of time that he'd been with them. The beautiful golden retriever looked up at him with adoring eyes, and within moments, he was making a face at the retriever that'd jumped onto his lap, soaking his jeans through and through. Adelardo hadn't felt so awkward or baffled for the longest time. Another canine was the last thing he needed to meet - he wasn't sure how he felt about owning animals because he himself was an animal inside and outside and it only broke his heart. He had owned a goldfish once before. It was before his mother and father disappeared, years before. His name was Sparky, and he had brilliant yellow scales. He was a giant goldfish, and he was Adelardo's best friend, silly as it may seem. Sparky was like a pet dog to Adelardo; all he ever needed. Adelardo was never too social, so it was nice to have a small friend that had a lower class of life than he himself did. Foxes never did occur to be the largest animals around, nor the highest on the food chain. It broke his heart to let Sparky go after he was taken to the orphanage. They had a terribly strict no-pet rule, and his transitions counselor had encouraged him to "do the right thing" and give the prized pet to the neighbor's youngest daughter. Doing the right thing was hardly part of a dictionary for a seven year old boy, and he was selfish of his gilled friend. He was simply sure that the July girl next door would change the name to something awful like Lucy and flush it down the toilet after poor Sparky died. He'd planned a huge escape from children services, but his counselor found out, and the fish had gone to the girl immediately. He would never know that Sparky, a seemingly meaningless pet, but ever so meaningful to Adelardo, actually had a great and much longer than expected life with the girl - and kept his name. No, animals were awkward for Adelardo now that he knew the full meaning of his shape-shifting powers. He felt so overpriveleged to have two shifting forms and he preferred to be considered a fox by another creature, not the master or the enemy - a human. Adelardo squinted his eyes and pushed the sewage-smelling dog off of his lap gently. "Stay down, boy," he said, looking around him quickly, praying that Lucas wouldn't see the dog. Adelardo could only imagine the boy's reaction. "Please, get down."
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Annoyed, Adelardo stood up from the seat, the lap of his pants soaked thoroughly, no thanks to this mutt that had welcomed itself to his lap. He looked down at the dog, still staring up at him with a curiously pleading look in his eyes. Adelardo found it hard not to help a brother out, but honestly, how could this dog know he was part canine? Exactly. He couldn't. If he just left the dog like any normal human being, it would leave him alone, and it wouldn't be any different than if any other person did it. Except that it was different. Adelardo hardly had the heart to do it, but he was stubborn, and so he turned his back to the sopping dog and took a few steps before looking back. Of course. It was just like in the books with the mischievious dogs in them. It was going to follow him home and he was going to feed it biscuits and give it a bath and make it a part of a big happy family. Then everything would turn out great and suddenly the answers to life's secrets would be revealed all because he took in a stray dog that will forever be his best friend. But Adelardo was being sarcastic the whole time that he traced out this fantasy path in his mind. Nothing like this could ever happen in reality, nor did Adelardo neccessarily want a pet that would just make home life more awkward. No. He continued to walk on, turning back around, until he approached the pond in the center of the big park. On another of the benches sat his foster dad, reading through the newspaper that he'd been carrying here. Adelardo found that he got along with his foster dad more than with anyone else in his makeshift family. He didn't talk or do much, and while he clearly had an impact on the family, he was more of a silent leader. He, much to Adelardo's delight, always had a book, newspaper, or other reading material in his hand, and now was no exception. At the sound of footsteps, the man looked up at Adelardo as he passed, a bit dazed from all of his reading. "Who is that?" he asked, noticing the dog for the first time. "My," he laughed. "It almost looks as if the poor fellow fell into the pond!" he exclaimed. Of course, the jolly man had only meant this figuratively, but Adelardo took it in for consideration. Considering the awful stench rising from the creature's pelt, it was a more than likely posibility. "Oh, this mutt?" asked Adelardo, pretending as if he, too, had only just noticed it for the first time. "Why he's no one. Never seen the dog in my life." Mr. Baxter looked Adelardo and the dog up and down as if he wasn't sure whether or not to believe him. "Really?" he asked. "Because I've heard that you have a real connection with animals and nature, Adelardo. Don't lie to me. I can see it in your eyes. Did you find this dog here at the park? You can't keep him if he belongs to someone else," he lectured Adelardo carefully, but the boy only stared back at him in awe. "Are you kidding?" Adelardo asked. "This dog has been following me around ever since I tried to take a peaceful nap! He's the last sort of thing I'd like to see running around your house," he replied, still extremely shocked that the normally-assertive man had read the situation in the completely wrong way. "In fact, we can check his tags, and I can take him back to his owner right away," said Adelardo. He was in a hurry to finish the conversation, as awkward it was to be seen with this animal. Animals were great to observe from afar, like the pups playing frisbee with their owners and the birds building their nests in trees. But when too close to them, Adelardo got very uncomfortable. When a shapeshifter allows itself to warm up to animals around him, he may shift uncontrollably into his animal form. Adelardo had never told anyone before, and it was a risk that he was not willing to take. He felt around the neck of the dog to find a collar, but to his dismay, found nothing. Absolutely nothing "Bare," said Adelardo. "His neck is bare. What do we do now?"
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Mrs. Baxter looked the dog over carefully. "He looks healthy enough," she murmured to herself in a low voice. Adelardo, too, turned his eyes downward to join her in the inspection of the now-dry dog. He couldn't argue with her reasoning, but he didn't want to take the stray home. He looked at the dog as if he were afraid that it'd bite him, or him vice versa. They seemed to have a small stare-down as the woman pondered at their options. Adelardo, too, had every option running through his mind. The safest option would be giving the stray up for adoption at the animal shelter. It was a safe non-euthanization shelter that would guarantee that the dog got the best home that suits him. It would keep Adelardo from accidentally showing something he didn't want anyone to see - his fox form - and it would be better for the dog to be loved there as apposed to shunned here. Adelardo was very sure of himself when he decided that he was going to ignore the dog. Perhaps the dog would belong more to Mr. Baxter or more to Lucas than to anyone else. Of course, the other option would be taking it home. Because he had found it, or rather it had found him, Mrs. Baxter was sure to insist on his being Adelardo's dog, but Adelardo would rather have the dog given to Lucas. The boy needed a companion that could keep him calm and could run out his seemingly endless energy. The less energy Lucas had and the more time he spent chasing the dog around, the quieter and more civilized the house was. Of course, Adelardo never did feel too comfortable around Buzz without Lucas, and that could leave him in a very tricky situation if it was just the two of them. In the long run, Adelardo was determined to convince Mr. and Mrs. Baxter with all of his might that they should not keep the dog, just like any other child might try to convince their parents that they really should keep the stray that they found. But Adelardo knew that deep down inside, this was not an option for anyone. The Baxters looked at the dog with such affection. They saw it as their key to pulling the family together, giving them a pet was supposed to solve all of their awkward social problems. Buzz saw it as a ticket to drifting away from the family. Another person was only a nuisance to him, and he thought that if he withdrew from the dog, he could withdraw from the family in which his only pleasure was the endless supply of games that their cabinet held. Lucas saw the dog as a friend, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to care for it. The boy was much too simple-minded to be able to remember to care for them. Then there was Adelardo. It was quite obvious that in the long run, Adelardo really would want the pet. But he wanted the best for it as well, and he knew that was something the family couldn't provide unless he were to lose his awkwardness. He looked up at Mrs. Baxter's big, happy eyes. "I think we'll keep him," she said. He looked down into his messy hair, a bit tangled, and bent over, whispering into his ear, "Don't worry. I know you'll like him." Adelardo looked down into the big, pleading eyes of the dog. All he could bring himself to think was, How did she know?
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Now, years later, Adelardo is happy the dog found him. He swears that their relationship was everything he thought it would never be, and everything he'd never hoped for. But it was the most pleasant experience he's ever had, other than his time with Fedora. However, while Fester clicked well with Adelardo, he didn't click well with Buzz. He was forced to sleep outside most nights because the terribly rude boy wouldn't allow the 'pest' in their room. Adelardo's tried greatly to reason with him, but the dog is kept away from him all day long. Adelardo finds it easier to live with Mr. and Mrs. Baxter now, but Buzz and him will never be brothers.
Family, Friends, and Enemies:
Family-
Amina [stepsister - living]
Moku [father - living]
Yami [mother - deceased]
Farrah [stepmum - living]
Friends-
Adelardo [mate - living]
Enemies-
Society
Family, Friends, and Enemies:
Family-
Vanna [younger sister - deceased]
Luda [mother - unknown inhabitants]
Aconko [father - unknown inhabitants]
Buzz ["brother" (bully) - living]
Lucas ["brother" (best friend) - living]
Friends-
Fedora [mate - living]
Enemies-
Jeryo [enemy - living]
Starsign:
Scorpio -
[ Your element: Water
Your ruling planets: Pluto
Symbol: The Scorpion
Your stone: Topaz
Life Pursuit: To survive against all opposition
Vibration: Resilient
Scorpio's Secret Desire: To triumph ]
Starsign:
Pisces -
[ Your element: Water
Your ruling planets: Neptune
Symbol: The Fish
Your stone: Bloodstone
Life Pursuit: To avoid feeling alone and instead feel connected to others and the world at large
Vibration: Erratic Energy levels
Pisces Secret Desire: To live their dreams and turn fantasies into realities. ]
Occupation, Hobbies, etc.:
» Job: None
» Sports: None
» Hobbies/Activities: Doing her hair, crafts, watching dramatic TV
Occupation, Hobbies, etc.:
» Job: Waiter at Toboggan (Steakhouse & Bar)
» Sports: None
» Hobbies/Activities: Reading books, watching sports on TV
Phobias and Disorders:
» Claustrophobia - Quite afraid of tight spaces and crowds
» Aichmophobia - The fear of non-medical needles
Phobias and Disorders:
» Arachnophobia - Scared of spiders, spider webs, spider pictures, etc.
» Mild/Occassional Nyctophobia - Fear of the dark
» OCD - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder - Everything must be clean and organized!
Guilty Pleasures and Addictions:
- Chocolate ~ She loves dark chocolate, the runny, bitter-sweet taste in her mouth.
- Darkness ~ Fedora is still quite mysterious. She loves the dark, and despises the day.
- Storms ~ Lightning is amazing <33
- Halloween ~ Loves creepy things like tombstones and spiders.
Guilty Pleasures and Addictions:
- Books ~ Never seemed like the type, did he?, but he loves his books.
- Television ~ He loves watching sports, but not participating.
- Sprite ~ Best soda ever. o.o
- Cleanliness ~ Cleanliness is next to godliness.
Birthday:
October 25th
Birthday:
February 28th
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Turkey Wolf
