I hope I am doing this right ^-^ First time posting at an adoption agency.


^made quickly x-x So if you don't think it looks good enough I will gladly re-color another lineart. Or if you prefer, make a detailed full body pic.
Username: Dreamfly
Kennel Number: 80
Name [of pet]: Duse
Gender [of pet]: Male
Breed/Species [of pet]: Wolf
Personality [of pet]: Independent, Careful, Shy and Awkward.
Duse is a quiet guy. He doesnt like to bother others.
Background/History [of pet]:
So at the beginning he is scared of being alone. Only to end up alone. He grows up to be independent and not so frightened. Lives on his own. His points of view of life is "Realize what you have before it's gone."
Although if you get to know him very well, he be very sad and depressed if you die. He likes to hide it and act strong though.
As he wants to be happy with others, to give them hope.
Inside my mind lived a frightened child who didn't want to grow up. I could not leave that fright alone.
My mother bade me to comfort her. Our father had died and since then, she has been going insane. On the third day of me accompaning her, her insanity took over her. She didnt know me, and she is not my mother anymore. I could not bare to face her. I ran from home. Not knowing where or what I will do. All I know is, I need a new home.
I had no choice but to leave. Out, away from home was the only place I could go. The wind rustled the walls of our den. I took with me my brother and quietly walked out of my home, our small den home, into the wind and fog that enveloped me into the night.
We have traveled deep into the woods. It began to get furiously windy and we were too tired to go on. The winter was too cold to with-stand, so me and my little brother, Rew cuddled next to each other for warmth. When I woke, Rew was still asleep. I decided to bring him meat. I went deeper into the woods to creep on a rabbit. As I pounced on the prey, I heard a yelp which does not come from a small rabbit.
A jolt of worry and fear struck me. Leaving me with my fur up, and body alert. I forgot about the prey. All I cared about was Rew. I volted to where I we had slept..Only to find a trail of blood. I didn't know what I was feeling. My emotions were mixed. If Rew had died..then I would be alone. My only objective was to find my little brother.
....And the story begins
Use [for pet]: I am art crazy with my characters

I love to draw them, write stories about them and I enjoy showing them off.
Other:
Age: 15..in human years that is.
Likes: Scifi, thrillers, sleep, company
Dislikes: Being alone, liars
SunnyD