Adoption Area - Closed forever

[Desmond]

xD It's alright. Not the first time the "B" has been changed into a "D".

Best of luck~

[Chasing Rabbits.]

Well thank you for this opportunity. She is gorgeous

[hazama]

Not to be annoying or anything, but I posted my form for Ash a looong time ago, and you said you would do judging on Sundays? Its been like 9 Sundays xD

Not to be rude or anything ! ^^""

[Sapphirescript]

Not to be annoying or anything, but I posted my form for Ash a looong time ago, and you said you would do judging on Sundays? Its been like 9 Sundays xD

Not to be rude or anything ! ^^""

One, it's only been four weeks sense you posed your form dated "October 23rd", not nine.
And two, I'm sorry but a lot of the forms are lacking and I would like to give people some time, but if nobody is going to fix up their forms then this sunday shall be the code drop.

[fugitive]

BIG WIP, please watch your step. :}

Kennel Number:
35
Name:
Fay
Nickname:
Fade
Gender:
Female
Species
Canine; Coyote hybrid.
What do you plan to use this adoption for:
I really love this characters design, she just pops out to me. I might even make her my fursona, which in my mind would just mean the character that people see you as 'cuz you are always using it. x] Ah, yeah. ... I plan on making a little writing series for each character, but seeing as I'm still on character bios I don't know how soon I would get to that. She would have her own page on the character site (that I am still working on), which would include full bio and art I make/get for her. Roleplays are of course on the list.
Personality:
Fay is bright and hyper young gal. She enjoys a good book now and then but really likes outdoor actives. She is happy to help others, though does it her own way. She enjoys quiet evening alone with some hot chocolate or chocolate milk. Annoying people is her favorite thing to do when she is bored, though she almost always regrets it later.

She is, however, not very trusting. Being hunted down your whole life does that to you.
Background:
Born into a litter of six, she was different. Her mother, unknowing, had being force to mate with an alien species, the father of this young pup. Her mother and father were worried and scared of her, they didn't understand why and how this happened. Her blood father let her to the mercy of whatever. Wip.
Other:

[hazama]

Not to be annoying or anything, but I posted my form for Ash a looong time ago, and you said you would do judging on Sundays? Its been like 9 Sundays xD

Not to be rude or anything ! ^^""

One, it's only been four weeks sense you posed your form dated "October 23rd", not nine.
And two, I'm sorry but a lot of the forms are lacking and I would like to give people some time, but if nobody is going to fix up their forms then this sunday shall be the code drop.

Ok thanks. I wasn't counting the Sundays though x3
Yeah, at first I thought it was lack of forms, but just wanted a clarification :3

[SpartanAmethyst]

Kennel Number:
6

Name:
Rayne

Gender:
Female

Species
Husky (Canine)

What do you plan to use this adoption for:
She'll be a charrie with a home on my thread here. She will also be a mate for Mavros.

Personality:
Shy
Just like the colors of her coat, she is usually shy and quiet. She isn't very outgoing, and prefers just to sit somewhere and read a book or enjoy the natural world. When confronted with a problem, she usually just walks away, or looks to her mate Mavros to help her.

Kind
No matter who or what you are, she'll be more than happy to help you. She's very soft hearted and gentle. The only time she won't help someone if if they've wronged her before. She's the type to always look for the best in a person, no matter what they've done in the past. In her world, everything is peaceful, calm, and perfect; there's no fighting, no danger, and no unfair treatment. Mavros is the exact opposite, he knows what it's like to be wronged by everyone you've ever trusted, and is constantly surprised by how forgiving and trusting his mate can be.

Adventurous
This personality trait only appears when her and Mavros are out in the wilderness. She loves to explore new hiking trails, her most favorite being the one that runs along the river near their owner's cabin. It goes on for upwards of twenty miles, a fully days hike for the both of them, and it increases in height until it becomes a six-story cliff that overlooks the river and most of the forest, and the city just barely visible in the distance. Her favorite place is at the base of the river in the summertime, because it's there that the dragonflies breed and the monarchs pass through in the early fall.

Complicated
Though she may seem simple, there is a pain in her eyes no one knows about. She hides it in the deepest chambers of her heart, memories of a time before she lost everything. No one knows, not even Mavros. It's the secrets she hides that take the form of the nightmares that haunt her sleep. She may seem simple and carefree on the outside, but on the inside her heart is a tangled mass of multicolored thread that will never come untangled.

Stubborn
When she makes up her mind, not even a herd of elephants will change it. Though she is usually very open-minded, she is extremely stubborn when she wants something and she won't change for anyone. But she is careful about the situations; if it could get someone hurt, whether physically or mentally, she will relent. But she will still get what she wants in the end. She isn't mean about it, either; she's just very cunning and knows how to appeal to people. Maybe that's what has kept her alive with Mav.

Background:

"You don't know who I am!" The grey male snapped viciously. He didn't mean to, but his old self was beginning to show through: the killer, the murderer, the wolf he wished he could hide.

"I may not know who you were," Rayne said softly as the sky opened up, the rain falling in a steady, noisy pattern around them. "But I know who you are now. At at least I thought I did," she replied, backing away a couple of steps as her eyes teared up. It was just as before. "Come back to me when you remeber," she said quickly, turning around and running off, the tears streaming from her red eyes.

Mavros sighed and looked down. How had it come to this? He didn't know, but he hated it. he hated hurting her, because in his heart he knew she had been hurt before. But it was for her own safety, or so he thought. What if the killer reared up again? He didn't want his red-tinged gaze to lock on to her as his next target. The big male lowered his head, and for the first time in his life, he cried.

~*~*~

"Come on Mavros, keep up!"

"Ah, I'm coming I'm coming."

The black and pastel wolf bounded happily down the trail, her new mate and companion following behind her at a calmer trot. Getting out of that pound was nice, she thought. She really liked the human that had adopted her, and over the past month she had fallen in love with the quiet male named Mavros. She didn't remember much of the home before the pound, but she remembered it had been big and spacious, and the big glass doors that led out to the balcony had had a view over the other tall metal skyscrapers that splintered the skyline into smaller pieces. That life had been filled with luxury; she would remember the old couple that used to take care of her talking about all the things wrong with the world, and Rayne has just blew it off and called it a lie. Then she didn't remember anything until the pound; the cold, hard cage with a flimsy mat for a bed, the dry tasteless food she was given once a day, the metallic-tasting water that was fed in from a pipe. She shuddered inwardly; the wait had been long, but love found her again. "Come on slowpoke!" She called back, stopping to wait for Mavros.

"I would say conserve your energy, but you have too much of it," he replied as he trotted up beside her, the two of them settling into a relaxed walk as their tails intertwined.

"Let's spend the night out here tonight! The skyline is beautiful at the little den we found," she said.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea, Rayne?" Mavros asked.

"Why not? Amethyst knows we'll come back."

Mavros sighed, considering it. He had put it off for so long, he felt bad about putting it off even longer. "Fine," he said. "We can camp out here for the night." Rayne gave a leap of joy and took off again, stretching her long legs as she ran for the joy of it. Mavros rolled his one good eye and sighed again; her energy was contagious. The male ran after her, stretching his own legs and relishing in the short run.

They finally came upon the den right before sunset; the blue of the sky was now fading into a deep red, the clouds a bright pink and the sun a great orange disk as it disappeared behind the distant shadows of the city skyscrapers.

"They look like toothpicks," Rayne commented, the sun making red highlights on her black coat. Mavros looked over at her and smiled, then looked back out. Suddenly Mavros looked to the east and didn't like what he saw.

"We have a bad storm coming in," he said, seeing the thunderhead slowly approach, the lightning within it flashing violently. "We should head home." Bad things happened when there was a storm.

"Oh come on Mav, don't be a wimp!" She winked. "We'll be fine."

Mavros sighed; she didn't know what storms did to him, what they made him. "I really think we need to go back," he said a little more urgently. "We can do this tomorrow night."

"Mavros, we'll be fine," Rayne said, the female all but vanishing as the sun disappeared over the horizon and the moon peeked out from between the thick tree trunks. A charged, metallic scent clung to the air and the increasing rumble of thunder made it hard for Mavros to think.

He growled in frustration. "Let's get inside then," he said, trying to keep his calm. This was not good.

"Mavros, are you ok? If the storm is worrying you that bad we'll head back," she said, noticing how much Mavros' disposition had changed.

"It's too late," he sighed, moving as far back as he could in the shallow alcove. The sheet of rain drew nearer by the minute, and the thunder shook the ground underneath them. Mavros curled up and laid down, facing away from Rayne. Rayne stood confused for a moment then went and laid beside him, trying to give him comfort. "Get away from me," he growled.

Rayne looked at him in shock; that wasn't like him. "Mav-"

"I said GET AWAY!" Mavros snapped, his teeth missing her nose by a hair.

Rayne jumped up and backed away. "Mavros what is wrong with you?!" She said, still in shock from his outburst.

Mavros turned his head away. "I'm sorry Rayne but I can't let you get close right now."

"Well what was before then? Are you suddenly questioning our mating?" She whispered, her heart hurting with the thought of it.

"No Rayne, our mating is the best part of my life."

"But you aren't acting like it," she whimpered, her head lowering.

"Rayne, right now it's me. I'll be fine once the storm passes," he tried to reassure her, but the damage had been done.

"This is just like last time," she whispered, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Rayne you don't know who I am, what I've done, what's in my blood to do. I don't want you to get hurt!" He snapped as he sat upright, the aggressiveness in his voice showing through again. He quickly tried to rein it in but it was too late.

"I may not know who you were," Rayne said softly as the sky opened up, the rain falling in a steady, noisy pattern around them. "But I know who you are now. At at least I thought I did," she replied, backing away a couple of steps as her eyes teared up. It was just as before. "Come back to me when you remeber," she said quickly, turning around and running off into the dark forest, the tears streaming from her red eyes.

Mavros sighed and looked down. How had it come to this? He didn't know, but he hated it. he hated hurting her, because in his heart he knew she had been hurt before. But it was for her own safety, or so he thought. What if the killer reared up again? He didn't want his red-tinged gaze to lock on to her as his next target. The big male lowered his head, and for the first time in his life, he cried. He could feel the roaring inside of his chest with each roll of thunder, the urge to chase her down and kill her. 'No,' he shook his head. 'That's your mate, not a target.' he told himself, looking behind him to the place where she had vanished. He sat for another moment before reality hit him. "I don't have to live in fear," he mumbled to himself. "I can control who I am. The demon won't win." He stood with new resolve and turned, bolting into the forest. "Rayne!" He called, continually scenting the air as he chased after her. It seemed like forever before he broke out of the trees and into a clearing. There was a lake in the middle of it that faded into a stream, and off of a small cliff fell a waterfall. Water lilies lined the lakes' edges, and fireflies danced on the wildflowers. He looked around. There, sitting by the lake crying was Rayne. Mavros could feel his heart breaking in two.

The big male walked over and sat beside her, resting his head on her neck as she unconsciously leaned against him. She still trusted him. "Rayne, let me explain why I acted that way. I apologize but it was for a reason." He sighed. "Back when I was an insurgent military dog, my squad was always trained most violently during storms. They did this to ingrain a sense of ruthless killing with skill during missions, because all of our missions were typically run in the middle of a thunderstorm. All of this was before my scar and my injury, when the army leiutenant brought me back to the states and Amethyst took me in. Thunderstorms still bring out that violence, and I'm just scared of hurting you. I can't always control it," he said. Rayne looked up at him and nodded, now understanding but the hurt was still there. "I didn't mean to snap, but I was just trying to get the message across before I attacked or lost my cool." The rain was still pouring around them, but the thunder and lightning had faded off into the distance.

"I just don't want what we have to turn out like Rex," she whimpered, leaning farther into his shoulder.

Mavros remembered what she had told him about her last so-called "mate", the big shot husky who up and left her for no reason, leaving her with two puppies that her old owner had given away. "It won't," Mavros said. "I promise."

Other:
It's a work in progress ;-;
Ok, I think that sounded cliche. Bah. Oh well, it's done ^3^

[.infinite.]

Kennel Number: 14
Name: Sandler(male) and Fross
Gender: Male and Female
Species Wolves
What do you plan to use this adoption for: Use them in Rps and love them
Personality: They are both playful and adventorous. The male is more shy than the female though.
Background: They were in a pack together and grew up together. Now they are loners.
Other:none

[Sapphirescript]

forms closed, code drop happening

[Sapphirescript]

OOOOk I lied @.@ some of these forms are scary good and I cannot judge properly at midnight, congrats on stunning me with beautiful well done forms, that made the deadline shortly longer ;P. sorry guys