The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Darkest.Nation]

*refuses Mockingbird* I likes mah bodeh ova here! Te he!

Wes, I have changed the codeword and username for Vanessa and Bradley. You'll be seeing some other form up for me soon. (:

[Wesley]

-eye roll- Oh special, special Ocean. Don't you know that you can go for four this round?
Koowie. 8D I was just thinking about you earlier, wondering when you'd show up again. c;
I'm on chat. P; Ocean, COME JOIN US NAO. Don't you love meh? D: Your [favorite] wifey?

[the d]

Hold me down, sweet and low, little girl
Hold me down, sweet and low, and I will carry you home
Hold me down, sweet and low, little girl
Hold me down, and I'll carry you home.


Username:
Cerulean.

Kennel:
Twenty Nine

Full Name:
Rylie
[pronounced just like Riley]

Gender:
Female

Breed/Species:
Fennec Fox

Birthdate:
November Eleventh

Star Sign:
Scorpio

Likes:
- Autumn
- Playing
- Water
- Sunny days
- Wind
- Earth itself
- Winter

Dislikes:
- Humans
- Metal
- Being teased
- Being shunned bye cause of her color.

Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

Mate:
None

Crush:
Charcoal

Personality:
To understand Rylie's personality, you need to know her past. If you don't know her past, nothing will make sense to you.
Rylie is a sweet and gentle fox, she gives the care that she never got. It has always been a thing of hers, to give back what she never had. 
To some, Rylie may appear crazy or extremely odd, usually because she's telling people about her crazy dreams or visions, which no one really believes.
She's become sort of an outcast for that reason, but she's quite content with that. Knowing that she doesn't need other's opinions on her to exist.
Rylie is extremely bold, and brave, she wouldn't be afraid to climb halfway down a rocky cliff to help save one of her friends, or yell her opinion from a tree, or something like that. Let's just say she's not afraid to speak her mind. But she's not bossy at all.
While being incredibly bold, she's loyal and hard headed, if you give her a task, she won't stop until she's done it.
She's an incredibly loyal friend, she'll stick by your side through thick and thin.
But once she has her mind set, it's hard to change it. She'll try and get her way no matter what.
Rylie can also be melancholy from time to time, whenever no one will listen. She often becomes snappy and reclusive during her bouts of depression, they don't happen too often, though.
She doesn't hold on to things, she lets them go, seeing no point in living in the past, you can't change what already happened, so why keep living with it? Just move on.

History/Story:
Rylie was born on a cloudy November day, the eleventh, to be specific.
The air wouldn't hold still, the winds were blowing strong and cold, predicting a cold winter.
The whole pack was surprised when the small puppy came out a deep brown color, instead of the normal fawn color of fennec foxes.
She quickly became the outcast of the pack, only having one friend, a gray fox by the name of Charcoal.
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"Hah! Got you!" Rylie cried as she pounced on Charcoal's back, they still played like puppies, even though they were almost one year old.
"Not for long!" he said, rolling over, tossing Rylie on the ground.
They both lay on the soft green grass, laughing and wagging their tails.
"Run!" they both heard, perking their ears and rolling over. 
Rylie ran, hiding behind a tall tree. She watched in horror as she saw tall figures taking the pack, putting them in cages.
"No! Stop!" she called out, running at the tall figures, jumping at them,  teeth bared, hackles up. 
They didn't listen. They just laughed and kicked her aside, making her yelp.
So she lay there, helpless and scared. They took her best friend, her parents... She was the only one left in the clearing that once was filled with foxes. 
Salty tears ran down her face, staining her coat a darker brown, the lock of longer brown hair on her forehead got in to her eyes, she didn't care. Not about anything.
She eventually fell asleep, too tired and sad to care anymore.

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Slip my pride to the side
Tear me open look inside
Just to see how many times you’ve really made these eyes cry.

The next morning, the small brown fox awoke, thinking everything was just a terrible dream, until a sharp pain in her side reminded her that it was real.
She quickly stood up, trotting around the territory.
"Hello?!" she called, hearing nothing but her own echo.
"Hello!" a voice said from behind her, she wheeled around, seeing a tall horse behind her.
"W-who are you?" she said, backing away.
"I'm Compass, and I won't hurt you." he said with a smile.
"I'm Rylie." she replied, sitting down and tucking her tail underneath herself.

"Where's your family?" the tall horse asked.
"Captured." 
"Ah, I see. I know where to find them."
"You do?" she asked, delighted.
Compass simply nodded and motioned for Rylie to follow him.
Rylie trotted after him, up a tall ridge.
They'd been walking for hours, when Compass stopped.
"What is it?" 
"Get on my back" he said, lowering himself down so the young fox could jump on his back.
She grabbed a piece of mane in her jaws, laying down on his withers.
Compass took off at a full speed gallop, which was faster than waiting for a little fox to catch up.
They came to a small building with cages outside, after about three hours on a trail.
"Stay here." the horse whispered to Rylie, she hopped off and did as told, waiting by a tree.
A pair of humans came out and captured Compass, putting a leather contraption on him, then attaching a wheeled device to the leather straps.
"Hurry, jump in!" he called.
Rylie jumped in the wheeled device, and Compass took off galloping again. This way it was much smoother.
At some time, Rylie fell asleep, getting bored of the passing scenery.

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 WIP



Why I love her & use:
I fell in love with the simple, yet elegant design. I have a story in my head, but I haven't been able to find the right character yet. I think I've finally found her, though.
I'll use Rylie in the occasional roleplay or story, also order art of her and draw her tons of art. 
She will be very well loved and put in my character thread with my other favorite characters and fursona.
The rain is gonna fall, the sun is gonna shine,
The wind is gonna blow, the water's gonna rise
She said, when that day comes, look into my eyes
No one's giving up quite yet,
We've got too much to lose
[lyrics at the top + bottom are from the song Sweet and Low by Augustana]
Turkey Wolf

[Darkest.Nation]

Muse is gone. Good luck everyone!

[Darkest.Nation]

Wes, I might be special, but I'm not that special. (:

[Wesley]

Username:
wesleydog

Kennel Number:
Kennel 100

Name [of pet]:
Eagle's Talon
[Talon]

Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂

Breed/Species [of pet]:
[horse;;]
[overo paint x giara horse;;]

Family:
Talon is the adopted son of my favorite horse character, Ahanu, and his mate, Tesshin-san's Sahara, due to their lack of being able to have a foal. He treats them like his birth mother and father, though it is hard for him to be torn apart between their two different tribal herds. He hopes that one day, the two herds can get along like his parents do. His dream is to have a little brother or sister.

Personality [of pet]:
WIP

Background/History [of pet]:
WIP

Use [for pet]:
WIP

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

Dislikes:
WIP

Turkey Wolf

[tokietok]

Username
Mockingbird
Kennel Number
Thirty-one
Name
Maui
Gender
Male
Breed/Species
Cape Fox
Personality
WIP
Background/History

--WIP--

Every heartbeat, every thought, every action brought pure agony. I heard whispers all around me, but they were so unintelligible, so muffled.

"Hey," I heard one of the whispers. The first of many. "Wake up, come on." As my left eye slowly poked open, my vision was blurred. The figure whispering to me, a gray blob with some brown and black, stood just a few meters before me. As the foggy appearance cleared, I discovered she was a marble fox. Gray with some darker gray markings, a black moon on her hip, and a brown underbelly.

I surveyed my surroundings. Not much. Sub-tropical. Humid. Slight breeze. Even with all these small clues, I was clueless as to where I was. Was I passed out? I was sure I had just fallen asleep in my den at home in Paraguay!

"Why are you here, weirdo? Who in the heck falls asleep in the Galapagos?" The fae was seemingly scurrilous, somewhat sarcastic.

I was silent, speechless, tongue-tied. What had happened? I fell asleep in my den and woke up on an Island on a beach?

After a few beats of quiet, she spoke up again. "Are you one of those new animals that came in on the boats?" She stepped closer to me, put her muzzle on my neck. I felt a sharp pain, and my view became fuzzy again, this time for just a moment. As I blinked it clear again, I saw that she was holding a tranquilizer dart, and I felt that my neck had a puncture wound.

"I... I guess so," My answer was short and polite, which seemed to settle this sketchy marble.

"You're not normal-" She began, but was interrupted. A small, blue flame appeared on an oak leaf in the tree we were standing next to. It began to widen, lengthen, grow taller and more intense.


Use
Main Character -- roleplay -- art -- overall, normal use. :3
Other

[size=3]Turkey Wolf[/size]

[Wesley]

Username:
wesleydog

Kennel Number:
Kennel 31

Name [of pet]:
Chico

Gender [of pet]:
Male ♂

Breed/Species [of pet]:
[fox;;]
[fennec fox;;]
[;;]

Personality [of pet]:
WIP

Background/History [of pet]:
WIP

Use [for pet]:
WIP

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

Turkey Wolf

[winter.]

Are we still able to try for # 49? He's so handsome. <3

[the d]

Are we still able to try for # 49? He's so handsome. <3

Yep, if the pet is still up in a kennel, you can try for it. c: