[Temperance.]

Username;;
Ashwyn

Name;;
Melody

Pronunciation:
mel·o·dy/ˈmelədē/

Noun:
1. A sequence of single notes that is musically satisfying.
2. Such sequences of notes collectively.

I thought it suited her somehow, its sort of like....a song that works together perfectly, and looking at her I thought to myself, she's perfect, like a song, like a melody. And it just sort of stuck. But its more than that....kinda hard to put into words but...music is a huge part of my life, and I wanted to find a name for her that sort of encompassed my love for this design. Symphony, Harmony, and Melody were the three I was trying to choose between. In the end I went with Melody, mainly because it sounds more delicate and feminine, plus it goes with the personality I see her as having.

Gender;;
Female

Personality;;
Also Working on it

SHORT story;;
The mountains stood against the sky, magnificent in their quiet strength and undeniable power. Each frosty peak was capped with glittering snow, and clouds wreathed around them like white smoke, curling in a spiral to set the mountains into an even more awe-inspiring vision, mystical and glorious, even as they were cold and uncaring. Melody stood upon a little hillock, surveying the world in all its majesty, her blue eyes wide with naivete and innocence. Standing there she felt a certain humbling feeling sweep through her, in the face of this vast and glorious world what was she? What was she but a speck, an insignificant speck upon the mighty earth. And yet Melody knew that she was anything but insignificant. Without her the world would lose a piece of its majesty, however small and unnoticed, and though the world would keep on turning....it would forever be different. But Melody wasn't here for those thoughts, she had other plans for her day, namely, painting. Though Melody couldn't draw with a paintbrush on paper to save her life, she had figured out a different way of "painting". It involved nothing but her mind, you see, Melody had a photographic memory, and she painted inside of her head. Quietly she cast her gaze across the valley, drinking in the beauty that surrounded her, finally though she closed her eyes and began.

It started with blue. Shifting and weaving through the fabric of her mind, turning into playful streams and endless sky, growing and expanding until it filled the canvas of her mind. Green splashed next, twisting as trees and grass, filling the image with LIFE, and Melody smiled slightly at the warmth of awareness that shot through her, a filling of her heart as she felt as though the world was being created in front of her. Drab grays appeared next, anything but grim as they formed majestic peaks and mountains, adding highlights and depth to the shadowed areas of her painting. Black and white swirled in together, exploding across the canvas to cover all the places the other colours had missed, and Melody's breath caught to see them, mighty, powerful, and fearless. A delicate shudder crept up her spine, and with eyes still closed the brightly coloured fox let her minds eye linger on the beauty of the design. But finally she let out a soft sigh and opened her azure eyes, feeling as though the colours were escaping from her now-open eyes. And within a few moments the image in her mind was gone, never to exist again in that exact way.

With her task completed Melody turned the way she had come, flicking her tail in farewell at the view before padding softly down the forest trail. Her breath came in visible puffs on the air, the slight chill of the air enough to allow for the visible "mist of life" as she liked to call it. Chuckling to herself at the thought Melody started to pick up her pace, and before she knew it she was running, sprinting down across the pine needles covering the forest floor, sending forest litter up behind her, but not regretting a single moment. The glory of life filled her, and though she knew that home consisted of only her and her dying mother Melody couldn't help but feel an immense joy in the gift of life.

The cottage in which she lived appeared, and Melody self-consciously brushed off her pelt with a neon paw, careful to remove any twigs and pine needles that might have gotten stuck to her fur during her run. When the fox was satisfied with her level of cleanliness she headed inside the building, careful to pull the door shut behind her. Goodness knows, but Mama didn't like the chill, and Melody couldn't blame her, after all, few who were ill ever preferred the chill of ice to the warmth of fire. Trotting down the narrow hall Melody made a sharp turn into a modestly sized bedroom. The scent of illness hung in the air, but Melody had long ago acclimatized herself to the scent, and now it only faintly bothered her. "Good evening Mama! How are you feeling? Its a BEAUTIFUL day outside!" Her exuberance was real, after all, her Mama had always said that when the day came that she fell ill, and approached the door of death, no one would grieve for her, after all, she had reasoned, "just because one life is coming to a close doesn't mean that everyone else fades away, and you might miss the colours of life should you dwell on the darkness of death." And Melody had seen the wisdom in this, thus she went out every morning and just sat, drinking in the beauty of the mountains and the valley. Incredulous though it was it seemed as though her mother's growing weakness went unnoticed by either of them, for though one life was shifting into shadows, by living and refusing to drift into dark grief Melody was bringing the light to her mother. Consciously perhaps neither of them were aware of this, but sub-consciously both seemed to have a faint inkling of what a gift Melody was bringing to her mother.

A gentle, though fragile, smile flitted across the dying fox's face. And Melody watched as her frail mother pushed herself laboriously into a sitting position. "Tell me all about it love." she said in a soft voice, tapping the spot beside her with a tail. Melody flitted to her side and gently eased herself onto the bed. "The mountains were stunning, wreathed in clouds, mysterious and glorious. Oh Mama, it was spectacular! And I painted it in my mind, just as you taught me." The two exchanged warm smiles, both filled with remembrance of what had been. Though both were saddened slightly by the realization that their time together was limited, Melody and her mother had both agreed that grieving was not something to be done among the living, better to enjoy their time together happily. Bright as a shooting star, thats my daughter. Her mother had once said in reference to her, and Melody never forgot that comment.

Time passed, and her mother slipped into eternal sleep. Melody smiled sadly at the still fresh mound of earth that marked her mother's final resting place. "I will miss you Mama." she whispered softly. But as she had promised Melody refused to dwell on the dead. She was a part of the living, and it didn't do to dwell on things that she knew nothing about, and SHOULD not know anything about. Besides, Mama would never truly be gone from her, she lived on, in Melody's memories and in the colours of the world around her. Closing her eyes Melody would have sworn she felt her mother whisper softly to her on the breeze, and she nodded and headed down the mountain. Melody would never forget her mother, but the knowledge that others suffered more than her kept her from lingering on her own grief, it pushed her past that and made her realize an infinite truth. Life was meant to be lived, and dwelling on the negative was not the way of life.

And that was something Melody lived faithfully by, for the rest of her days.

Why do you want this adoptable?
I fell in love with her design. Plain and simple. Blue is my favourite colour, and there was something exotically BRIGHT about her. Sort of like....my light in the dark. If my fursona Ashwyn is exactly who I am, then Melody is the me I wish I could be when everything is going wrong. There was also something about her eyes....they just seemed so bright and hopeful, and I really want to use her in some stories of mine. Generally speaking the stories I tend to read, along with my own, have a rather dark feel to them, and for once I want to have a character with whom I can write stories that are beautiful and inspiring. Filled with hope rather than depression, ones that will end in feelings of happiness and lightness, rather than darkness and sadness. Oddly enough I feel that I can accomplish this with Melody. Its weird for me because I have NEVER felt this way with an adoptable before, EVER. So please forgive me if this sounds a little strange and passionate....its probably because I AM feeling really passionate about this XD

['paradox]

Short as in,about the length of a school essay.I don't want to half to scroll down my page for ages just to finish reading a story.I have also noticed that very long story sometimes get offtopic.

[Temperance.]

Alrighty, so quality, not quantity. Got it. Thanks paradox, that'll help me when I'm writing ^-^

[caats]

Username;;
Ladybug53
Name;;
Calix
Because its a simple, short name. it has a feminine touch to it, and I imagine him, as, well, gay!
Gender;;
Male
calix is male, because I see him as the perfect male sparkle dog.
Personality;;
<3 gay <3
Calix in one hundred percent gay. he knows it, and loves or show it. he loves being different, and well, let's just say it was the girls who were meanest to him. not only does he enjoy other males, he is always happy, there is no rainy day with Calix around. he'll turn a sad room in to a room full of happy, laughing animals in a matter of minutes.
SHORT story;;
Why do you want this adoptable?

WIP

[inflorescence]

So pretty...

Username;;
ShadowedNight (Dull username, right? :roll:)
Name;;
Bailey
Gender;;
Female
Personality;;
Bright, fun, unique. She can cheer anyone up, and make anyone laugh. She sounds too cliché, but you just have to know her. ;)
SHORT story;;
I'll work on it; it's gonna be good, I hope...
Why do you want this adoptable?
I only have one permanent character, and when I try to make them, they seem too dull. I like her, also, her pattern speaks to me.

[Osio]

Username;;Eukaryo, no duh. It's right to your left. RIGHTRIGHT I totally meant right. xD

Name;; Silanto

The reason for his name is obvious. His name is a mis-spelling of Cilantro. He was just a mistake. The horrid misspelling was overlooked. The poor young pup was overlooked. Cast aside. Forgotten. He was a forgotten, lonely little pup not worth anything with a name even spelled right. Not that he'd ever admit it. He'd deny over and over that he was a mistake. Over and over. Never giving up, never stopping. He will always deny him being a mistake...::I CAN'T DENY WHAT'S TRUE

Gender;;Male

He is a male, but is very femine and girly, caring about his looks. If he was allowed to choose, he is not sure what he would choose. Some many choices, so many difference, but in the end, aren't they all the same? They all want the same thing in life. Happiness. ..::WE ALL WANT THE SAME THINGS BUT CAN'T GET ALONG::.

Personality;;Cautious, Guarded, Jaded, Cold, Artistic, Caring, Hopeless, Hope-filled

Very cautious and guarded. You could call him jaded, but he has the right intentions. His ways are quite odd...he is very feminine, he cares about his looks, but is in a way scared of everyone. Afraid they will hurt him. Again. He doesn't want to be made fun of anymore, so he tries to remain invisible. Never doing super good, yet never failing. Enough to slip by unnoticed. For this reason, his few friends are surprised at how smart he really is. He smarter than you'd think when he really tries.

Drawing. Art. Painting. His favorite things to do. He is extremely artistic. Art is the only thing he allows himself to excel in. Even then, he keeps his things hidden from others. Keeps his wants to show off his artwork hidden from himself. He denies himself those simple....pleasures of feeling good about himself. What might happen if he were to tell others? They might notice him and that in itself is not good at all. He truly loves art, however. His favorite type is what he calls 'inking'. He dips one of his delicate paws into a bit of black paint or ink and carefully uses his small claws as paintbrushes. ..::Painting. Art. Drawing::.

However, as his life went on, his personality changed and his life got better. He realised a few things.

Young childen are one of the few things he likes. They are forgiving, caring and don't instantly hate you because you have the wrong hairstyle, or fur-color. He enjoys the way they look up to him and the way he can show off. He likes being noticed for once and not feeling afraid. Young kids mke him feel good, smart, and very, very proud of himself.

If asked, he will deny that there is anything wrong with him. After all... he might be just a little hopeful. [[[He noticed me...]]]] Just a little happy. And maybe, these people can help him. After all...that one is so nice to him. Not like he'll ever notice me.
Life is getting better though. My friends are helping me become braver, nicer the me I always wanted to be but was afraid of being. I owe them my life and my sanity and each day I thank the universe for them. Every. I am becoming happier, more tolerable. I am becoming more show-offy and want to become an elementary school art teacher.

SHORT story;;I was born, made some friends a I think I'm in love.

I was born to two city wolves who didn't love each other very much and didn't want to deal with a nosy pup annoying them. So instead of other pups who were loved, I was not wanted, okay? I felt like my parents had betrayed me. They were supposed to love me….. They didn't love me didn't care for me. At school, I was a single blade of grass in a field of beautiful flowers growing around me. Stealing my water, my life my all.At ifrst I was happy, annoying, until other wolves broke my spirit. I was beat up to many times and snapped, changed. I learned to be quiet. To not speak up. Nothing was taken from me. No one beat me up too often. I was friendless, but more or less happy. Everything was fine. I was not in trouble.
As time went by, I made a few friends. One or two so I could have somewhere to sit during lunch. They weren’t real friends, though. They were just people who could more or less tolerate me for about an hour and had empty eats at lunch. Often I did not talk, just sat there eating my lunch, listening for the bell to ring and this torture be over relenting to the next terror of mind. If my seat was taken, I sat alone at a random table. No place in particular. Day in day out, my life was the same. Boring, monotonous, no ending sight. When I got home, my life became worse. Yelling, screaming, lies told, so many horrid things going on at home. Never could I focus. It was better to be at school, my drawing pad on me at all times, knowing what was expected, what to do, how to do it, any why. That was my life for a while.

There were a few notable good times in my short life. One of the first being making my best friend, Cinakawe, Cin for short. Cin was such a nice person to be around. One day I was walking to my next class. Science….the basic kind. Oh! I forgot to do my homework.[/i] Swearing a little, I dug around for it. When I found it, I freaked out. It was a lot of work to do in five minutes! There was no way I’d finish and then the teacher would call on me and ask why I didn’t have my work and I would be mentioned and ohgodohgod OHGOD! The girl next to me tapped me and told me to chill out. “You’re wayyyyyy to tense! Calm down and stop freaking out. You always do your work and stuff. Go ahead and copy down mine! I don’t wanna hear any objections because you won’t be able to finish the ‘sheet on ya own in time.” She said to me. I stared at her, copied down her work and muttered out a thank you. “The silent wolf SPEAKS!” She said, at the top of her lungs. Quieting down, she said to me, “You know, I sit next to you in science. You can talk to me. I won’t laugh at you or nuthin’. You seem pretty nice and aren’t stupid like most the people here.” “I..I would like that,” I said, smiling at her. My whole year got suddently better.

For a while, I was afraid I liked Cin a little too much. It kind of scared me. Eventually I realized one day I didn’t like Cin in that way. I liked her like I liked a sister or an amazing friend. (Which she was) I was relieved and started trusting Cin more. She helped me make more friends and to just be an overall better person. She got me into the habit of grooming myself daily. I looked better and felt better. What she didn’t know was that my treatment at home worsened. My dad constantly beat me up for ‘acting like I was better than I was’. I broke down and told Cin one day. Cin told some people and surprisingly, C.P.A. took me from my home and I was put in an orphanage type place. I had to work hard and go to a different, new school for two months. I became depressed until one day Cin walked in. Her parents had adopted me. I was insanely happy! Words couldn’t describe my happiness. Cin’s parents cared for me, liked me I even daresay. They took care of me like I was their own child and I loved it. I was happier at home, my grades improved and I made more friends. I was, however, for some reason reluctant to share my drawings. They would, for sure, be made fun of. I never mentioned my drawing pad. When Cin asked, I responded, “I draw. Stuff. Things. I..I would like to keep it secret if you wouldn’t mind? Nothing bad…I just,” I trailed off, and Cin, the nice person, never mentioned it again. Thank goodness for Cin. She was truly and amazing friend.

The other amazing day was the day I met him. He was the grumpiest , most infuriating man have ever seen. He swore, was angry at a lot of things but was friends with Cin. He was so cute, too, and was not super happy. He was not a super happy person, thank god. I had this huge crush on him only Cin was able to see. She really knew me too well. Anyways, I talked the guy, his name was Akine, a lot at lunch. He was surprisingly funny and had amazing jokes. I don’t see why he was so grumpy all the time. If he was a little lot nicer, he would be extremely popular. I admit, I don’t think he liked me much at first, but I grew on him. I laughed at his jokes and talked to him, which was more than most people did. He had this dark way of looking at things, though. Together, our brains could come up with the most demented, twisted thing but make it seem happy and fuzzy. Eventually, I’m not sure when. We became better and better friends. I spend the night at his house a lot. We were great friends. I was constantly beside him, as he was with me. One day, I worked the courage up (with a lot of Cin’s encouragement, I might add) I asked him out. He stuttered, blushed and said, “Y-y-ye—ye-yes...” I smiled and kissed him. He acted grumpy and a little mean but I knew he just a little embarrassed. Later, when we were alone he kissed me back. I blushed, and well…that’s where my story ends.

Why do you want this adoptable?;;

The pure beauty in simplicity. A few blending of colors mixed together to reach an elegance of pure joy. A beauty unseen by many until you take a second look to see fine details woven into the beautiful lines, topped off with anything else you could dream up in eons. In simple English, I love how you take what could be an overused color scheme and make it into something new. It seems simple at first, then you realize it is more amazing then you had imagined.
Just liking the design however, would be very vain, and narcissistic of me. He is surprisingly thought provoking, idea inspiring, all over putting ideas into my head. The ideas in my head have flowed clearer than ever before, faster than even I can type. They come out in waves, like the flavors of a single bite of fruit.
..:JUST ONE BITE::..

A few of my picture. I don't know where I got them or anything like that, so don't ask me about them.

Me smiling. I was happier when I was little.[/center]



Clarification: He is gay

[Osio]

Sunday is the 22.......

['paradox]

Eukaryo has won.Thankyou all for entering.

Please take care of Silanto!

If you didn't win,a new adoptable from me will be up soon.

[Osio]

Omg 8D Thank you soo much! (3