The New Agency: closed

[Tammanae]

@Acid Rain: Please click this link for an explanation on how to post images on your form.

Although considering that you have images in your avatar and your siggy, please excuse my finding it highly doubtful that you really don't know how to post images into a post as the same principle applies. =/

[Tripp]

Guys its really not that hard to put an image in your form :c Tam made a nice tutorial on the subject. It helps the person doing the code drop to see what pet your trying out for.

[Lions]

Does anyone know when adoptions will be back up? I have fallen in love with one of the kennels c:

[Tammanae]

Adoptions are open right now. It says so at the very top of the first post.

[Lions]

ID Tag:
{Number Twenty Five}-[#25]
Name You'd Choose for Him:
Cinnamon
Reason for the Name:
Its a puzzle piece to his personality, you know how cinnamon is very spicy alone? Well so is he, but when you combined it with sugar its sweet and colorful, and thats the way he is.
Nicknames:
Cinema, meatball, and the one he hates, hotdog. But only strangers call him that<3
Gender:
Brute-Male
Age:
Three years old.
Breed:
Miniature Dachshund
Other breeds:
Cinnimon has a tiny, tiny bit of Corgi in his blood lines.
Coat:
Smooth Haired
Why do I wish to own Cinnamon?
Its an easy but though question, I guess one of the reasons would be his design, how simple yet completely stunning it it, how the colors picked are just so perfect, how the sing to my writers block. Yes that would be another reason, I am a writer, and I have been stalling on stories because I had no inspiration, nothing and no one to write about. I checked adoption agencies after adoption agencies and found no one that cured my troubling writers block. But then I came here, and found him. My night in shining armor! His perfection, I have ideas bubbling in my head just at the sight of him<3
Background:
[i]My history or childhood as you could call it, is not the pretties thing. I mean it starts out bad and ends well but I defiantly hit a long rough patch.But ill let you see for yourself,
On the cold night of December sixth two thousand and eight, born to the world a litter of three small beautiful miniature Dachshunds. Two of the pups has creamy long haired fur, but the runt, had short brown, muddy looking fur. He was automatically the outcast, pushed away from the warm milk. And that is where we will start out story.
Cold and hungry where the only things that crossed my mind, I couldn't hear, see or move. I was scared, wiggling around like a blind mouse. I felt gentle soft hands pick me up. I was held close to the heart as I could hear its soft rhythmic beating. A bottle was held to my mouth and I drank. No longer hungry, no longer cold and finally no longer scared. I was full and safe, the large hand released me into another box with another mother, but this mother did not have that same rhythmic heart beat. It was still and cold, but unusually soft. She did not stir in the least. I put two and two together and decided it was a stuffed animal. But it was warm and comforting so I decided to snuggle up against it. Sleep, peaceful sleep.


9 months later

I trotted around the pet shops four by five foot fence, I was caged like a wild animal. All the was in here was a concrete floor and an water bowl, so this is the life huh? I trotted up to the silver fencing as potential adopters walked by.
"Mommy this one is cute!" Screamed the little girl by my cage. I automatically knew I did not want to go home with her. I tried to press my ears closer to my head to block out the terrifying screams of the small girl. Finally twenty minuets later the girl found something more interested to look at and walked away like she had never seen me. I started to get bored and when I get bored, I get angry. I paced back and fourth until the screams from the pet shop finally ticked me off and I started howling like a wolf on the moon. A worker came and rushed to my cage, but not in the way I would have liked. He pulled me out a strapped a very large shock collar on me. I shuddered inside and very quickly resumed to doing nothing. I curled up on the concrete floor and let myself fall asleep, just another time waster for my life of hell.
I awoke to the smell of smoke, I opened my eyes and the stung.
"Fire" I yelped out to the other animals. No one heard me though, they where all gone. I was alone, the smoke choked me and stung my eyes. The heat scared me to death and I was completely trapped.
I scratched at the wire fencing, no use. I tried to bark but got a very painful electric shock. I remembered the shock collar I had been "given." I was going to die, and the last thing I would see would be the death stricken wire cage. I once heard when an animal was injured it needed will to live, and I certainly had nothing to look forward too. I might as well let the flames take me. Little did I know the lack of air would make me pass out first.



Six hours later

I woke up to being in a smaller, cage, Great. But it was different, one because I was ALIVE! Two, because I had fresh food and water and a small dog bed. It was nice and cozy. Something I never had. It smelled of food outside my cage, specifically of cinnamon rolls. My tongue started to water as the scent got stronger. As a vet walked past my cage with the delightful treat I lunged at it, to late realizing that there was cage bars, I smacked my snout on the bars and gave the vet a little jump, she turned and tore off a bit of the roll and pushed it into my cage.
"Dont tell anyone okay?" She said with a grin. I licked the tips of her fingers and she pulled her hand out of the cage bars, maybe life was worth living? The vet gave me a toothy grin before she walked away. I scratched the left wall of my cage and quickly barked,
"Is anyone over there?"
In return I got a very low growl that sent shivers up my spine. I knew not to mess with that side of the cage anymore, I turned to the right and scratched,
"anyone over here?" I asked hopefully.
"Yeah." Came a hyper but week voice.
"Whats your name?" I asked in a rather shy tone.
"Its Kassidy, yours?" Asked the dog on the other side.
"I dont have one, but the pet store was calling me Speckles." I answered in a shaky but brave tone.
"A pet store? What was it like?" She asked in a dreamy tone.
"Oh did you get pampered and loved and looked at and cared for?" She asked before I could answer her previous question.
"No, its a terrible place, where you are forced to act cute and do what they say or you are whipped and go days without food." I said with a hint of a growl to Kassidy through the aluminum wall of my cage.
"Oh." She said softly.
"I never got to ask where you came form." I said trying to change the subject.
"Im a stray. I was born a stray and will always be a stray." She answered softly.
"No one wants a blind three legged Australian Shepard." She said, even softer this time.
I was thanking God for my good eye sight and all four paws right about then.
"Before I was given to the pet shop, a lady my owner/breeder knew had a blind three legged Aussie." I said trying to raise her spirit.
"Oh she pampered him and he was very nice to be around. A well behaved pooch who enjoyed life and did everything just the same." I said as I listened to the music in the vets clinic.
"I bet he got run over too." She said happily which confused me a bit.
"Wha?" I asked her.
"Oh, I was run over, thats how I got this way, thats why im here. I never asked you why you where here?" She said her tone changed to a happy hyper pooch again.
"Oh, there was a fire in the petshop I was at, I was forgotten and no one grabbed me." I said, happy to be alive.
Oh, well maybe one day, youll get out and adopted, maybe we both will. Kassidy said with a lovely optimistic voice.
To this day, im glad Kassidy was with me. If it wasent for her, I wouldn't be the joyful pooch I am now. I owe her everything I have, and I hope she is as happy and well as I.

Art
http://www.cinnamon-my-love.yolasite.com

Proof of Permission

viewtopic.php?f=58&t=724959&start=870#p23485543
Bare with me c: Url is not working for me, stubborn thing, so you'll have to copy and paste c:







I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
In every way<3

WIP

[Nawee]

Guys, you should learn to read the front page. Everything you need to know (or almost) is written there.
If people keep avoiding it, we'll have to more strict about the rules. I think we've been quite forgiving up to date, but if we have to, we'll start banning people.

[Lions]

Is my form alright? I added things but made sure to keep everything in the old form in it.
Oh and regarding rule number 7, my computer is very old and its screen shots dont work anymore, would it be alright if I asked the person that I needed permission form post here? Im sorry I just dont know what do do.

[Nawee]

Is my form alright? I added things but made sure to keep everything in the old form in it.
Oh and regarding rule number 7, my computer is very old and its screen shots dont work anymore, would it be alright if I asked the person that I needed permission form post here? Im sorry I just dont know what do do.

That would work just fine. Make them post in the thread, and post the link to the said post in your form.
That makes a lot of "post". xD

[Faint]

A few months ago I adopted Krystal from The Agency. Can I actually turn this character into my fursona or will I need permission to do so?
Thank you <3

[Tammanae]

It really depends on the preferences the character had. If it exclusively said that it could not be your fursona, then no. If there was no such thing in the preferences, however, then yes, you may use it as a fursona. ^^