My Characters

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Lola-Mila

Name: Lola-Mila
Status: Favourite Character
Species: Doberman Pinscher
Likes: Sunny days, Summer, Butterflies, and other playful dogs.
Dislikes: Mud, rain, mean dogs, and cats.
Personality: Lola-Mila is a happy-go-lucky dog who enjoys playing outside with friends.
Pastimes: Chasing things, and playing with dogs.

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Shikari

Name: Shikari (the female variety of the leonin (lions that walk on two legs basically) species (species belongs to MTG))
Status: Random Character and Retired Contest Entry
Species: Lioness
Likes: Sun, birds, adventure, and causing trouble.
Dislikes: Tattle-Tails, people who don't like trouble, and boring animals.
Personality: Shikari is a happy, mischievous lioness. She always drags her brother around and gets him in trouble too. They left home at an early age and now enjoy messing with other lion prides. She and her brother are now fugitives.
Pastimes: Chasing birds, playing with her brother, and "borrowing" lion cubs from other prides.

History:
Shikari and Kod were born in the middle of an open plain. Her mother was at first delighted that she had two male cubs, as both had a thick ruff of fur around their shoulders, but soon realized that one of the cubs was female. She names the cubs King Of Diamonds (referred to as Kod (pronounced Code)) and Shikari. Shikari's mother braided her ruff and strung it with beads, hoping to pull the femininity out of this cub. Shikari grew up as the odd-one-out, but her brother stuck up for her. Kod had become known as "Diamondback" because of his diamond like markings and his face-down with a young rattlesnake. His mother scorned the cubs that called him this, but Kod much preferred this to his normal name. Shikari learned what she enjoyed one day when she and her brother were hiding in a tree. Kod dropped knocked loose a small branch, which fell and hit a cub on the head. The cub meowled loudly and pelted away. Kod was laughing so hard he fell out of the tree, but not even this could dampen his spirit. Shikari lept down beside him and joined in the laughter. That was the day the two learned that trouble was great fun. This was two days before Shikari and Kod left. They were only four months old, and Kod's mane had yet to grow in.
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Kod (Diamondback)

Name: King of Diamonds (Kod (Code)), but her prefers Diamondback
Status: Random Character
Species: Lion
Likes: Mischief, good meat, and rocks.
Dislikes: Tattle-Tails, sick animals, and sand.
Personality: Kod likes to chase all animals that are fat and healthy, unlike most animals. He is powerful, and is unafraid to take them down. He wears the tail of a Zebra as an accessory.
Pastimes: Sacring other animals, trying to scare his sister (he fails :p) and sleeping on rocks in the sun.

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Monarch

Name: Monarch
Status: Random Character
Species: Butter-Dog/Wolf
Likes: Flowers, Sunshine, Basking in Sunlight.
Dislikes: Bees, Rain, Darkness.
Favourites: Honey, Tulips, Hot Rocks
Personality: Monarch is gentil, shy, and friendly. He rarely flys, but instead uses his wings to glide.
Pastimes: Sunbathing and sleeping in flower fields.

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Melada

Name: Melada (Honeydew (a melon) in Catalan.)

Nicknames:Mela, Meli, Honey

Gender: Female

Species: Mink/Martin

Number/Image:48

Personailty: Melada is a friendly weasel who has a shy nature. She is close friends with my Fursona Salara. I was really captivated with her design, and actually considered making her my new sona >.< I love my current sona's design too much though :3. Anyways, back to personalty. Melada enjoys flowers of all types, and enjoys smelling/picking/growing/arranging flowers. Melada also enjoys eating honeydew melon, and vanilla icecream. Melada gets crushes on just about every boy she meets, and never tells any of them.

History:
Melada opened her eyes on a sunny summer morning. She had two brothers, one creamy white, and the other dark brown with mossy green speckles (will draw them later). The first thing that Melada's mother noticed was that Melada had an abnormally large tail. It was thick, lush, and fluffy. Her brothers had the average mink tail, slender and fluffy. Her cream brother even had the natural black tip. But Melada's tail was like that of a racoon or fox, puffy and huge. It was rather pretty.

Melada's eyes never wavered from the back of her brothers tail, her feet moving on their own. Suddenly, Her brother leapt up into a maple tree, sending a shower of dirt and crimson leaves pouring down onto Melada's head. Her brother disappeared up into the tree, and Melada was soon to follow. However, Melada was almost pushed out of the tree by her brother as he hurtled over her head and down to the ground. A huge pair of eyes emerged, a sharp beak clicking angrily. Melada flipped on her heals and was on the ground running instantly, angry hoots following her and her brother as they ran. Her white-furred brother was leaping happily, snatching leaves down from above. Melada's mother was watching amusedly, and merely chuckled at Melada's story, and told her not to bother another owl.

Melada rested in a pine tree, her huge tail wrapped around her paws. Her mother was doing her best to wrap her own tail around both of Melada's brothers, but it was very difficult. Suddenly, Melada's mossy-pelted brother tumbled off the tree branch and vanished in the snow. Her white brother burst out laughing, and tumbled off the branch and dissapeared beside him. Melada's mother threw Melada a look of exasperation before slipping down the tree after her two sons. Melada lifted her gaze to the soft snowflakes that were floating gently down before flling to sleep, the sounds of her mothers scolding quiet far below her.

Melada looked sadly at her mother as she prepared to leave. It was her time to move on and make a family of her own. Her white furred brother would come with her, and they would find a special hollow to raise both their families in. Her mossy-pelted brother was going to stay with their mother. He was a momma's boy, as he always had been. Melada took a careful step away, the blossoms swaying gently in the spring breeze. It was time to move on.

Fialovy

Name: Fialovy (Violet in Czech)

Gender: Male

Species: Wingless Griffon

Number/Image:82

Personailty: Fialovy is a very self centred, proud griffon. He is proud to have no wings, and struts his stuff all around. Fialovy loves his name and tends to be quite a flirt. Most female winged griffons are not attracted to him, and find him ugly. Fialovy, however, thinks that if he is persistent enough with them, they will fall for him. Fialovy wears his scarf as a fashion accesory more than anything else. His favourite method of flirting is tickling female griffons with the two long feathers that protrude from his head. More of his personality (can't really pass the feeling in words..): Listen to the song: Moves like Jagger c: That's about his personality.

History: Fialovy was born (or hatched, i dunno too much about griffons) under an oak tree. His mother had only him, no other children. It was a cold winter, and the snow lay thick on tree branches. Fialovy's mother wrapped a warm scarf around his neck and pulled him tight to her, keeping her child warm. It began to snow. These were the times that Fialovy's mother wished she had wings.

Fialovy ran through the field, the dandelion puffs blowing gracefully past him. Fialovy's quarry, a purple butterfly, soared out of his reach. The young griffon stood on his hind feet and swatted at the butterfly. His long claw struck one of its wings and it fell to the ground, unable to fly away. Fialovy brought the wounded creature to his mother, and dropped it at her paws. She told Fialovy to go to the pond and fetch water for the butterfly to drink after it was healed. Fialovy scampered off to fetch water. He returned to see a perfect purple buttefly, fluttering happily around his mother's head. "How did you heal it?" Said Fialovy happily. "Like this" she said, licking Fialovy upon the cheek. "Mooom!" Fialovy said, pulling back like any kid would. "Yuck!". Meanwhile, behind the tree, a spider prepared for it's dinner of butterfly.

The hot summer wind blew across Fialovy's cheek. The grass was long now, and the creek was nearly dry. Fialovy still wore his scarf, although this got him some odd looks from the other young griffons. Fialovy put his paw gently down into the water, the cold seeping comfortingly into his feet. A tiny fish swam away, splashing hopelessly to get through the shallow patches. A bee buzzed through the haze, and Fialovy watched with interest. He walked up to it and follwed it all the way to a large golden bag hanging from a tree. Fialovy stuck his beak experimentally into the hole that the bee had entered, only to hear loud buzzing. Fialovy puled his beak loose and was about to put his eye to the hole when many bees came swarming out of he hole. Fialovy watched them until one landed on his head and stung him. Fialovy screeched and pelted away, hoards of bees swarming after him. They stung him, and he ran. Fialovy leapt into the deep streambed, but found no water to hide in. A large griffon stormed in front of Fialovy, and flapped it's massive wings. The bees were buffeted backwards, and the griffon flapped away without a backward glance. Fialovy was awed by the griffon's beauty, and a sudden emptiness filled him. He wanted the thing he could never have; he wanted wings. He cried silently beside his mother that night.

Fialovy stepped away from his mother, his hackles raised. He was leaving to fufill his dreams. His mother insisted that he stay for the winter, but Fialovy would not. He had decided it was time to find a mate, and to go live somewhere high up where he could see the sky. Fialovy was preparing to go find his "wings", and to make himself a niche in life. a leaf blew past in the cool fall wind. He took a step backwards and pelted away. His mother lurched forwards, but Fialovy was already gone.

^^ His history doesn't show much of his flirty side, that came after the first year.