☁ Silver Lining Adoption Place v2 ☁

[Spare]

Okay :}

[Desmond]

Well, slag, I ran out of time on my form. xDD Ah, well. Good luck, everyone~ Judges, especially!

[Solanum]

Well, slag, I ran out of time on my form. xDD Ah, well. Good luck, everyone~ Judges, especially!

Don't worry. A lot of people didn't complete their forms.

[Wesley]

When the code drop is over. I'm sorry it is taking so long. Wes hasn't got around to doing the CD yet, so I can't update the kennels. We'll tell you when we are done c:

Me, too. c: But Wes isn't doing the code drop until she gets the tie-breaker guest judge. C:
Don't worry; all of the forms that were completed have very good chances. ;D

[Solanum]

I thought I had Pm'd you already? Sorry folks, my fault x3

[Ashenjay]

Username:
Moon~*
Name:

Dosne

Means 'sand hill' in Celtic!

Gender:

Female

Species:

Fennec fox

Kennel Number:
3
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:

I love fennec foxes, and this one is special, She looks lovely and a design I could never have ever imagined. I think she'll be awesome in my character page and my website and maybe she will even be a fursona; I love her love her love her. Simple. There.
Also her facial expression is so nice. She's angry, yes, and fierce, but it looks like she's hoping for something to me. And the angled way of drawing makes her extremely unique and special, just the kind I have wanted! I will use her in my character thread, sig if I can get a smaller version, and in my new website I'm trying to make ^^ I have currently two fav characters: the ones in my sig, Bianca and Nimara. Diosa will look amazing with them, all three together; the ultimate canidae trio xD

Personality:


Before the terribly tragic day. . .well, she was a beautiful young fox cub. She was whacky, funny, and lively and enjoyed hte companionship of her dear siblings. Her favorite word was; "Mine!" well, she was very, very cute. As a baby she was named Dosne, after the billowing sand hills. She admired the zephyr and the sand, for they were of one color, but still beautiful and mysterious, and free. She wanted to be like them: fast, free, and important.
She was not ambitious, though. She enjoyed life as it was already, and well, she was a CUB. She didn't think really that much about philosophy or life, only about when there will be the next lizard or how to trick her poor sister, Dimmie.
During those times, her traits were:

Humor:

Hahahaha, you can't stand five seconds without bursting out laughing. Her jokes may be one-dimensional and childish, but her sincerity in saying them is so cute, you can't bear to not laugh. When you do, though, she huffs as if her dignity is hurt--and then, she gives in and giggles along with you. Even when you have long since stopped, she will roll on the floor, yelling and chuckling and choking on her own breath, until she's tired out and falls into a sweet nap.

Honesty:

Surprisingly, she can't lie. She once stole lizard meat from her parents while they had gone hunting, and then, when they were back, she burst out crying and apologizing right away. Her parents were startled, but glad that she was such an honest little baby. Obviously, they forgave her. . .and Dosne never ever did anything wrong again.

Pranky:

Her victim is always her slightly older sister, Dimmie; she's a really calm and quiet fox, even for an adult! However Dosne never got sick of Dimmie rejecting her jokes, and continued to annoy her; putting random bugs in her nest, screaming during the middle of the night, pretending to fall into a pool of quick-sand[are they in the desert? o3o]. . .eventually Dimmie fell for it, and Dosne was laughing so hard, that even Dimmie began to enjoy it! Her laughter is seriously contagious!

However, sadly, this didn't last forever. A sandstorm had killed the rest of the family, including Dimmie, and Dosne was left alone, lonely in the desert. This shocked her and changed her a lot, that she was barely recognizable as a lively pup. Now, in general she is gloomy, mysterious, and terribly sad; it's a wonder how she continues to live on, according to her muddled up feelings and pains.

Solitude:

She is always found alone. Company of others remind her so much of her family, especially Dimmie, and she can't bear to 'betray' them and move on to having other friends. She believes solitude is what she deserves, and when she sees another fennec fox, she gazes at them with eyes full of sadness before moving on.


Temper:

But, when that fox ventures up to her, even in a friendly, frivolous way, her temper flares. How dare they interrupt her solitude and mourning! She snaps and snarls at them, her eyes starting to blaze like a forest fire, unquenchable. The best choice is to run away to safety, before she charges with all the power she has.

History:

Dosne.
A beautiful name, for a beautiful fox like her; curling, heart like bright markings entranced her, giving her a lovely, yet mystical look. She grinned, her white teeth glowing like precious gems.
"Dimmie," she called.
Another fox, which was less beautiful than the first, but just as charming, wagged her tail in response. "I'm coming, Dosne. Don't worry."
"Worry? Why'd I worry?" replied Dosne, sounding rather indifferent. "Just be quiet and come over here."Dimmie grinned at her funny sister, and padded over in exaggerated slow motion to annoy the chubby little cub even more. Dosne was puffing and glaring by the time Dimmie arrived.
"So, what should we do?"
"Play. call Torb."Torb was the sisters' brother, though a bit too old for games, and pretended to be mature. He was no fun at times, but now was an exceptionally cool day; so why not call him?
"Fine. Torb!" yelled Dosne in her high-pitched voice. "Let's plaaaaaaaay!"
The adolescent just yawned from the distance, flicking his tail in indifference. "Play your own games, little sister."
"Fine, then. Don't be jealous about our awesome games!" she retorted hotly, her tail swishing back and forth.
She turned to Dimmie, her expression replaced by a ridiculously enormous grin. "So, what now?"
"Let's play catch. It's always fun."
"Sure. On the count of ten, you run. One. . .two. . ."
Then Dosne bolted.
"HEY!" Dimmie yipped. "Unfair!" "Life IS unfair. Deal with it!"The sisters tumbled in the sand, laughing and giggling and covering themselves in dusty sand. By the time they fell apart they were panting in exhaustion, but their eyes were shining brightly and zealously, ready for another play-fight if only they weren't so tired.

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Dosne yawned, revealing her salmon pink tongue. She flopped on her back, revealing her soft underbelly. Dimmie walked up and tickled it, and Dosne curled up, giggling too.
The sisters stared at other with loving family-eyes, before both going to sleep peacefully in their cool den, curled up against each other with a slight smile on their lips.

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Days.
Weeks.
They passed on as fast as zephyrs, and the foxes grew.
Torb was a fully grown adult, and said he would leave to 'Find his own life'.
Dimmie had grown into a slender, graceful young fox, with chocolate brown fur and dark, twinkling eyes.
Dosne, finally, had a much lighter, sandy coat, but what was most special was that she had markings; like entwining vines, green and blue, al over her left haunch and front legs, and some around her eyes. Her eyes themselves were piercing aqua blue.
Their personalities hadn't changed much; Dimmie and Dosne were still best friends and loving sisters.
The day Torb had said he would leave, the family was stunned, but not to much--they knew that one day, this day would come. Their parents cried and hugged him tight, telling him to take care, be safe, and one day return happily. Torb promised he will, his eyes softening a bit.
Dimmie and Dosne whispered among themselves, purposefully annoying thier brother by giving loud hints suh as 'stupid' 'weirdo'. They giggled when Torb glared at them, and sprinted away.
"Can't catch me!" Dosne yellled.
Dimmie grinned, and followed Dosne around in circled around Torb. For once Torb smiled, too, and joined in the game, for he might not be seeing his younger sisters for a long, long time. . .
Soon the three were lying on the sand, panting heavily, their chests heaving.
"Well, THAT was fun," announced Dosne, flicking her bushy, yet elegant tail.
"It was," Dimmie agreed. "If only we weren't so tired, we'd do it again, right?"
Dosne nodded. She was about to drift off to a sweet nap after saying a final goodbye to Torb, but as she was about to, her parents screamed.

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"What is it?" Dosne yelled, feeling her fur prick up in cold nervousness.
But she diddn't have to be told.
In the distance, a layer of foggy, creepy and dusty storm was billowing fast, sweeping through the ntire desert and breaking everything, killing everything, in its violent way.
"A sand storm. . ."
Dosne was parlyzed to her spot, and she gazed at it in horror. But then, she saw her den. Safety. She dashed into it, and expected the rest of her family to come.
They didn't.
"Come in!" she shrieked, poking her head out; but it was too late. Her parents were already swept into the sand, and Torb, too. Dimmie was left staring at Dosne. She shook her head and murmured, "Goodbye."Then she was gone. Forever. . .
"Noooooooooo!" cried Dosne. She was tearful, and sobbing. "Noo.. ...."She was safe from the storm. When it was gone, she was safe and sound, but was very, very shocked and mentally hurt. It could never, or seemed as if never, be repaired ever again.

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WIP~

a poem about her.

The zephyr blows,
free and strong,
Breezing past
The lonely one

Her fur is sleek,
Her eyes twinkle,
With mysterious light
But with blight

Her eyes brood sad
Lonely and dark,
Far beyond reach
Of mortal lightOther:
Second try~ I'd love to make her my fursona ^^


Axolotl

[Solanum]

Okay. Forms are now open again as results have been posted.
You may continue to work on forms that didn't win the character if the character is still there, if you update the codeword then TELL ME, as I'll need to update the list.

[Green Arrow]

Thank you so much for Avion and Oberon. I'll take great care of them both. I am off to write more about them both ^.^

[Solanum]

It was a pleasure reading your stories c:
Take good care of them ^^

[Ashenjay]

Okay. Forms are now open again as results have been posted.
You may continue to work on forms that didn't win the character if the character is still there, if you update the codeword then TELL ME, as I'll need to update the list.

I'll just write one again. It's right above your post. . .is that okay?