Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Desmond]

I have been working on my art, but I can't get my scanner to work. Any tips?

Art's not entirely necessary, it's just a few bonus points on top of the form. ^^;

[Hekomi]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number: P126
Name: Breeze
Breed: Tamaskan Dog

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Her design is absolutely gorgeous; it fits well with the style of my other characters and she'd be a great addition to my two main pre-existing characters, Zanzibar [the llama] and Avalon [the wolf]. I'd love to use her as a roleplaying character as well, incorporating her history into Avalon's. She'd receive quite a lot of art made by me and bought by me from various adoptables thread, and would live with my other characters on my character page or in roleplays I join. She'd be well loved and used. ^^ I'm absolutely horrible with my own designs, and her design just popped out at me, and I'd love to give her a well-deserved home.

Personality: Breeze is a timid dog, with a soft, quiet disposition. She would much prefer to hang back to the side lines and let others talk, liking to listen much more than speak up herself. She does speak when she feels it is necessary, but usually for not very long, and not often. Her words are infused with wisdom, though she is sometimes unsure of herself.

She is quite motherly, with a keen maternal instinct. She enjoys spending time with youngsters, though has no cravings for ones of her own. She also has no interest in romance, leaving that to other canines. Instead she becomes like a child among pups, though is not too cowardly as to chastise bad behaviour. She will do what is necessary to keep those in her protection safe, and though usually timid around others Breeze does not hesitate to take a stand. She's fierce when needed, but only when threatened.

She's not a leader type, but tends to be a good adviser. Not being much of a talker, she's interested in things happening around her and why they happen. Her intelligence is high, and she notices the little things others may not. She's intuitive to emotions and is very empathetic towards those around her. This being said, she can be quiet shy and reserved with those she doesn't know.

Breeze also has a bit of an accent herself; she comes from Finland, where her breed originates, so her voice is influenced by her heritage. It doesn't bother her one bit, though others tend to find it amusing when she speaks. She disregards those, and tends to not take any jokes or jeers against her seriously.

This being said, Breeze is not perfect. She has fairly low self confidence. She doesn't take jokes about her seriously, but she also doesn't think too highly of herself. She's not ambitious; she's happy being where she is, and wouldn't strive to further her position in anyway. She like just being there amidst the action and not actively participating in it. She has no care for politics which concern her, though she will aid someone in their own decisions. She demotivates easily and has a hard time pushing herself to continue things.

Her hubris is her jealousy though. She may not seem like one with a jealous streak, but Breeze's protectiveness of those she cares about sometimes expands into a jealous rage. She is envious of those who spend time with her friends, and isn't quick to accept newcomers into her group, especially those she sees as a threat to her own position with her friends. She's inflexible with change, and it takes her a while to get her mind around new environments or situations.

Likes: Breeze has many things she likes, of which include:

• Pups
  
• Early morning dew on the grass
• Spending time with loved ones
• Watching and learning
• Blowing the seeds from dandelions
• Peanut butter
• Soft lace
• The wind in her face
• Lily of the Valley

Dislikes: Of course, there are also things which Breeze dislikes, a few of them being:

• Mud between her toes
• Being forced to speak up
• Change
• "Friend" stealers
• Forcefulness
• Any form of chocolate
• Things around her neck
• Tangled fur
• Feeling left out
• Distrusts most humans, save small children

History/Background*: Tuulah Kielo, for that was her birth name, was born in a small scenic town in Finland, called Kaskinen, or Kaskö. Born to two breeders who specialized in the Tamaskan breed, she lived a comfortable life, raised to be sold across the sea to North American dog owners. Her litter contained two other siblings, the other three pups being stillborn. She remembers little of the first few weeks of her life, but can recall what happened the instant she opened her eyes. Her lids fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was her mother. Elsa was a beautiful female, with tan coloured fur and bright blue eyes. Instantly she loved the look of her mother, already adoring her scent and gentle touch. Her siblings had already opened their eyes the day before, Tuulah had been the last. Almost immediately though chaos erupted around her.

"Sen silmät... ne ovat eri väriset keskenään. Tämä ei ole hyväksyttävää. Kukaan ei tule ostamaan sitä. Se ei ole rotumääritysten mukainen. Meidän täytyy poistaa se," "Her eyes... they're bicoloured. This isn't acceptable. No one will buy her. She doesn't fit the breed standards. We have to cull her,". The voice was a loud one, and Tuulah couldn't quite understand it. The breeder was speaking the truth though; with her eyes being two different colours, there was no way she could be sold to an American breeder. Following that were more frantic noises, the human's voices moving away as the husband and wife began to go over their options. Tuulah's small pleading eyes looked to her mother, trying to make sense of the situation. Elsa's soft tongue caressed her brow, nudging her towards her stomach.

"Älä huolehdi pikku-Tuulah, mitään pahaa ei ole tapahtumassa. Sinä olet rakastettu ja tulet aina olemaan." "Do not worry my little Tuulah, nothing bad will happen. You are loved, and always will be." Her voice put the little pup at ease, and she snuggled into her warm fur, falling into a deep sleep.

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Fortunately for Tuulah the breeders decided to keep her, despite her bicoloured eyes. She was perfect in almost every other way, with a calm personality and a perfect appearance. She grew up happy amidst her two siblings, Juhani and Kimi. She was loved, but soon people began to come, looking at her siblings and playing with them. She was aloof, avoiding most of the people, save their human pups, whom she showered with affection and licks. They spoke in a dialect she didn't understand, but picked up words here and there. Over the next few weeks her two brothers left her. The sudden departure of the two closest to her made a dramatic effect on the young pup. She withdrew towards her mother, distrusting even her owners. When they came near she growled, and finally they decided to make a decision.

"Meidän täytyy tehdä jotain Tuulahin kanssa. Siitä on tulossa petomainen. Meidän täytyy joko lopettaa se humaanisti, tai heittää se ulos. Totta puhuen en pidä kummastakaan vaihtoehdosta, mutta tämä ei voi jatkua. Se antaa meille huonon maineen." "We have to do something about Tuulah. She's getting vicious. We either put her down humanely, or throw her out. I honestly don't like either option, but this cannot continue. She will give us a bad reputation." Tuulah herself did not understand these words, but Elsa knew that at once her only daughter was in danger. She flew into action, the pup still under a year, and worked on a plan. It was that evening that Elsa woke her daughter to say goodbye.

"Rakas Tuulah, sinun täytyy lähteä. Täällä ei ole mitään sinulle. Voin avata sinulle oven ja hämätä ihmisiämme tarpeeksi kauan jotta ehdit karata. Juokse rakkaani! Löydä jostain turvallinen paikka piiloutua. Älä unohda että rakastan sinua," "My darling Tuulah, you must leave. Here there is nothing more for you. I can open the door for you and distract our humans long enough for you to escape. Run my dear one! Find somewhere safe to hide. Do not forget that I love you," she spoke, nuzzling her face into the fur around her daughter's neck. Tuulah was at once alarmed and frightened, looking up forlornly at her mother. She said nothing though, not questioning her mother's words. The escape was easy; the door was soon open and Tuulah was running down the lane, onto the street and away from the only place she had ever called home. The tears fell constantly down her face, running until the pads of her paws bled. She finally stopped, turning into an alleyway and curling up, crying herself to sleep.

She was roused early morning by a human's voice. "Oi, Mainio, täällä on nätti pentu." "Oi, Mainio, here's a little pretty pup." Tuulah's eyes snapped open just as she was lifted from the ground by her scruff, finding herself staring into the scruffy face of a stout, old man. She growled a little bit, wriggling away from him. He smelled of tobacco and cotton, and even though he held Tuulah helplessly, it was evident he meant her no harm. "Minä vien sen taakse. Ei vaikuta siltä että se olisi ollut täällä kovin kauaa. Ehkä sillä on omistaja?" "I'll bring her to the back. Doesn't look like she's been out here long. Maybe there's an owner?"

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Anton was a kind man, just in his seventies. He was a dog catcher, but had instantly fallen in love with the beauty of Tuulah, adopting her and taking her in as his own. He had his own children, but Tuulah became almost like another child to him. He was widowed, his wife having only passed one year prior. Tuulah warmed up to him slowly, but eventually began to enjoy her time spent with Anton. He cared for her and loved her when she had been thrown out. Unfortunately this bliss would be short lived. Anton himself passed away in his sleep three months after adopting the pup. His children had no desire to keep the stray, but the youngest, Annita, took Tuulah with her to Canada.

It was with Annita that Tuulah began to learn English. The words were hard to understand at first, but some she recognized from the humans who had come to her first owners. She loved Annita's two small children, and became almost like a guard dog for them. What began as a positive thing, turned out to be her downfall. While at the park, Tuulah had been sitting closeby the two youngsters, when an older child came over and pushed the youngest child over. Tuulah snapped, and she lunged at the child, teeth bared. Luckily Annita had her on a choke collar, one that held her back from doing any serious harm.

It was decided Tuulah was too unpredictable and had to be given away. Before that could happen, she escaped once more, the collar still bound around her neck. It was a restraint, and it choked her. As soon as she could she managed to remove it from her neck. It was during this time she found herself among a pack of stray dogs, joining them. They had no idea how to pronounce her name, so she changed it to Breeze. Since then she's traveled between various packs, and thought she still responds to Tuulah, introduces herself as Breeze. She talks little of her past, preferring to hang back in the shadows.

*For easy translation, the Finnish phrase is accompanied by the English phrase in Italics next to it. Thanks to Tuike for the translation. <3
Art:
Other: Her Finnish name is Tuulah Kielo, but she's Anglicized it to Breeze. The Kielo is a name meaning, "lily of the valley", one of her favourite flowers. This would stay as a sort of family name. I'd like to change her eye colour IF possible and okay with Magpie; making the visible eye a lighter shade of that blue-green to contrast with her fur, and the non-visible eye [her right] a ice blue colour. This will reflect in any art I make for this application.

[ilovekahlee]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: p38
Name: Queen Imara
Breed: Panther
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I am searching for a big cat character to fit a role in a story I’m currently writing. Imara fits perfectly. I will draw art of her, and order art from others. She will also have a prominent role in the story I’m currently working on.
Personality: Quiet and reserved Imara is the picture of a good queen. Able to calm her mate without much difficulty, she is essential to her kingdom, which would be far less populated if not for her. Imara values wisdom and logic and learns at every opportunity she has. After the death of her son, Imara became very careful with her affections, afraid of caring too deeply for others. She is fiercely protective of those she loves and would die of heartache if she lost them.

Likes:
Learning – Imara values wisdom and logic. She often spends hours studying and values knowledge highly.

Family – Imara is extremely family oriented, she cares deeply for her mate and child, and would give her life to protect them.

Dark – A creature of the night, she prefers to spend her time in the shadows, she would rather sleep during the day and be out at night, but her station doesn’t allow it.

Stars – She loves to gaze at the night sky and pick out each constellation.

Dislikes:
Silliness – Imara tends to be very serious and gets annoyed when others act as if it’s all one big game

Her Mate’s Temper – Imara greatly dislikes Shanduke’s short temper and its effect on the kingdom (a great deal of executions) she also feels his temper makes him look weak

Bright Sunshine – Her dark pelt attracts the heat of the sun to the point where it’s almost unbearable

History/Background:
The day started out wonderfully, there was a pleasant breeze and the sun wasn’t shining too bright. I had said my goodbyes to Riallis, wishing him a safe journey and swift return. I stopped to enjoy the pond before heading back to the palace, allowing the soft breeze to dry my pelt. I had almost reached the gate when an alarm call was sounded at the edge of town. I ordinarily wouldn’t have thought much of it, but it came from the path Riallis had left on. There was a sick feeling in my stomach as I hurried to see what had happened. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Amazi and four soldiers carrying Riallis’s lifeless body. “What happened?!” My voice shook and my legs felt weak as I saw the wound in his neck, his death had been deliberate.
Amazi had approached me carefully and calmly explained that an assassin had been the cause of my son’s death. With growing shock and horror I raced to find my mate and tell him what happened. His wrath would be terrible, and for once, I would not try to calm it.

“What!?” Shaduke’s voice filled the room and thundered so loud the floor shook. I could see the looks of utter terror in the guards’ faces, even Amazi seemed shaken.
“He is dead my lord. He was killed by an assassin identified only by the Z etched into his blade.” Amazi’s voice was calm and quiet, but her eyes revealed her inner turmoil, there was something she was holding back.
I would not press her here, or it may cost her life, but I will find out.
“May I suggest my lord, rather than killing the guards involved, that you banish them, only to return will the killer’s body?” This was a surprising turn, Amazi usually never spoke out to the king, then again, this was an unusual event. I could see Shaduke was considering it, which was also very unusual.
“Agreed. You three,” he gestured to the three guards who had borne Riallis’s body to the palace, “go back to your troop and inform them you must be gone by nightfall. You are never to return unless you bear with you the body of my son’s killer.”
The guards nodded and swiftly left before Shanduke could change his mind. They nodded gratefully to Amazi as they left. It had been a smart move, and had earned her the loyalty of the entire troop of soldiers.


Art: I am TERRIBLE at digital art, but I will be drawing her traditionally and ordering digital art from others.




I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P96
Name: Amazi
Breed: Lioness
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I have had my eye on this charrie for a very long time, but till now, I haven’t had a story worthy of her. I now have a role in a story that I feel suits her wonderfully. I will draw art of her, and order art from others. She is going to have a prominent role in the story I’m currently working on and most likely others as well.
She will have a home on my charrie page, and lots of love from me.

Personality:
Cynical – Amazi was raised in the palace and subjected to brutal training to prepare her for her duty, because of this she has difficulty seeing the good in others.

Rational – Amazi does not panic. Never under any circumstance will she show her fear. She is skilled at pushing her fear away and feigning indifference.

Calm – She can take anything. Words don’t faze her, pain doesn’t last forever. Amazi is totally impervious to the prodding of others, it is neigh on impossible to goad her into anger. But if you somehow manage it, watch out!

Calculating – She knows her odds. Rarely will she engage in a fight unless she is confident she can win. If she does, she cheats.

Cold – Amazi was raised to see mercy as weakness. She was trained to follow her king’s orders; even if that means the end of an entire village, or two.

Intelligent – Quick to grasp the fullness of a situation, and capable of thinking up an intelligent solution almost immediately Amazi is definitely no fool.

Silent – Amazi will only speak when absolutely necessary. The king likes his servants to be neither seen nor heard, and doing otherwise could mean an early death.

Careful – Amazi is smart enough to choose her enemies wisely. She avoids careless words she may regret later.

Blunt – She is direct and to the point. She despises diplomatic pleasantries and refuses to engage in such folly.

Angry – Rage and hate boil like lava in Amazi’s heart, though she rarely allows herself to erupt.

Likes:
Solitude – She prefers being on her own and avoids being crowds. This is partially due to the frightened respect she is given due to her position. They fear her because they fear the one she serves

The Sun on Her Pelt – Amazi finds the warm heat of the sun comforting in her otherwise cold life

Rain - The only time Amazi allows herself to cry, the rain hides her tears.

Forest fires – Yes, an odd thing to like, but contrary to popular belief, she doesn’t like them because of the destruction they cause. Amazi likes the fire itself, the heat of the flames, and watching as it dances across the sky

Dense Forest – Amazi prefers traveling through dense forests because she is much harder to detect and it gives her a sense of deep solitude

Darkness – Amazi feels the dark represents her, she is cold, she is hidden, and her deeds are often done under cover of night.

The Sky – When she is alone, Amazi will spend hours staring at the sky. To her, it represents freedom, the thing she longs for most of all, but knows she will never achieve

Pain – To a certain degree, Amazi enjoys the feeling of being in pain. It reminds her that she is still alive, and gives her some small comfort in knowing she is still capable of feeling something.

Dislikes:
Sleep - Amazi often suffers from terrible dreams; she is haunted by the faces of those she’s killed. She will toss and turn in the night, incapable of getting a peaceful night’s rest unless she is utterly exhausted.

The Palace - The memories of her cubhood and, more specifically, her training are things Amazi would prefer to forget. The palace is a stark reminder of that time.

The King – She feels no loyalty for the king, she serves him because it is what she was raised to do. Her only feelings toward her employer are those of hatred and contempt

Shackles – Freedom, she longs for it, but knows that even if she achieved physical freedom from the king, there would forever be shackles around her mind.

Ghol - Her trainer during the most brutal time in her life-she hates him more than anything else.

History/Background: ] Amazi is the king’s personal enforcer. She does whatever the king requires of her. She was picked as a cub for the job, and subjected to many brutal training methods to prepare her for her duties.


~ Early Life ~

"Faster!"
I barely had time to register the words before I felt razor-sharp claws ripping into my heels,
"You cannot be satisfied with fast! To serve your master you must be faster, stronger, and deadlier than ANY other!"
I stretched my aching muscles and put forth everything I had, I'd been in training for only a few weeks, but in that time I was
pushed to the breaking point. My muscles constantly ached, and I got so many bites on my paws and heels that I barely have any
feeling left in them. Ghol, my trainer, said that was a good thing. He said that then I could run just as fast no matter what my
footing is.
Ghol scares me, he's already killed three of the other recruits, one in a training bout, and the other two dropped from exhaustion and never got up again. Zan and I are the only two left now, but I don't think Zan will last much longer. He's one of the Lesser Felids, and it's hard to believe he's made it this long. "Done." came Ghol's grating voice, "you may go to your dens now, I expect you in the target range at dawn. Your assessment will begin tomorrow."
Assessment?! Ghol said we'd be in training for a minimum of three years, how could our assessment be tomorrow?
"Sir" Zan spoke out boldy, "you gave the impression we'd be getting years of training before our assessment, how could it be tomorrow?"
Ghol whirled around and flashed his claws across Zan's eye, "You don't speak unless spoken to!" he roared, his eyes boiling, "your FIRST assessment is tomorrow, and only one of you will walk away alive."
Zan and I looked at each other in horror, we'd become close friends in the time we trained together. Bearing Ghol's brutal training together had created a strong bond between us.

Back at our dens, I helped Zan clean the gash over his eye, "That'll complicate things for you tomorrow." I murmured sympathetically
"Why would you care?" he asked coldly, "it'll only make it easier for you to win."
"But, you're my friend, I'd never kill you!"
Zan gave a snort, "You don't get it do you? You HAVE to kill me! It's the only reason the let a Lesser get this far into training, they don't care if I die. Can't you see? It's just another part of your training, if you can be brought to kill your friend, you'll kill anyone."
The realization hit me like a brick, "I won't do it!" I vowed angrily.
I was wrong, and the next day proved it.
After being subjected to races through the desert, and numerous fighting matches, the time came.
"Good" Ghol said calmly, "now, is the final match. All blows are allowed, dirty tricks are encouraged. This will be a fight to the death, if you refuse to do so, you will both be tortured and killed. Now, FIGHT!"
Zan and I circled each other a few times before he spoke, "You'll win, but than doesn't mean I won't try. Just promise, end it quick for me, on account of once being friends."
I nodded sadly, but didn't trust myself to speak. The fight was quick, and fiercer than any I'd ever experienced, but could I expect any less? It was a fight for our lives. Blow after blow I wore him down, my larger paws caused more damage. I flashed one more blow, catching him on a hind leg and tossing him through the air. He landed with a grunt, and didn't get up again.
"Good!" Ghol came over to me, a smile playing over his face, "I knew you were the right choice."

~ Several Years Later ~
“I raced to the sound of dismayed soldiers, fearing what I would see when I arrived, but it was far worse than I expected. Rather than the general being killed as I had feared, it was prince Riallis whose blood pooled in the dust. “What happened?” I asked the nearest soldier.
“I heard a sound like the buzzing of a hornet, and then the prince fell!” He cried out, dismay and fear filling his voice. His pelt reeking of terror.
Upon examining the prince’s wound, I found a dagger buried deep in his neck, where there had been a tiny chink in his armor. “This was a skilled assassin, spread out and start looking for it. The soldier who finds the scent first will be well rewarded!” I called to the remaining troops. I turned back towards the castle knowing and dreading what must happen next. “You, you and you” I gestured to three soldiers with my tail, “help me bear the body back to the castle, the king must be informed immediately.”
I could see my dread reflected in their eyes, the king would be murderously angry at his son’s death, and though I was too valuable to kill, a common soldier wouldn’t be so lucky.
But something else bothered me far more than the death of the prince, and even more than the king's oncoming wrath. The dagger that killed the prince had a "Z" etched into the grip, and the blade was tempered to make the steel look like liquid. The only daggers I'd ever seen like that were the ones that my one-time friend and training companion, Zantiael, carried before he died.
Was it possible? I'd never checked his body to make sure-I'd been too horrified by the thought that I'd killed my best and only friend.
Art: I am TERRIBLE at digital art, but I will be drawing her traditionally and ordering digital art from others.

[Hekomi]

Breeze is done, save for art, which will eventually come, if I get a chance. ^^ Right now I need to study for an exam. xD

[The Wolfe]

I'm soooo sorry. I've been really busy this week, so I couldn't update the forms. i'm pulling out of this week.

[hedgehog101]

I saw that this has closed. I was still in the process of trying to fix my printer. If I can add the art to my post sometime today or tomorrow, will it still count?

[Tiikeria]

Until Octo says forms are closed, you're still free to edit. ^.^

[Hekomi]

Cool beans. I regrettably won't be able to get any art done for Breeze since I have no time in between my studying. e_e But I did doodles in my Greek notebook. DOES THAT COUNT? xD
lololol if I finish early I shall try. <3

[TigressJaguiar]

Gah! I have to hurry and finish up my form. I haven't got much time to but I really love Nathifa.

[~Ciel~]

Ah, I want Katoori but I don't exactly know what to do. Can somebody message me and explain it real fast? Thanks, I would appreciate it.