The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Ranua]

{{ It said not to put more than 1 character in the same post, so Im assuming this is what you do XP }}

Username: HollowedAngel
Kennel Number: 76
Name [of pet]: Mona Lisa
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]: Pony
Personality [of pet]: Mona absolutely loves art. It is her passion and reason for living. It had not always been this way however. Originally she had loved painting, and showed potential, but had taken no thought of using her talent for a career. It was only when she was adopted by Leonardo, a successful painter of European origins that she was convinced that art was her calling.

Leonardo can be hard on her at times and is extremely difficult to please. His critiques are harsh and blunt, and he gives no thought to feelings when he judges others pieces. This makes Mona all the more determined to do her work well. While many of Leo's students have quit his lessons or backed down from the challenge, his adopted kin almost immediately began to flourish in the artistic and creative environment Leonardo had tried to create for her and his other pupils.

When not discussing art or drawing Mona is an extremely sweet pony with a very tolerant disposition for others. She walks with an heir of grace and is very light footed. Impressively charming and attractive she is blissfully unaware that she is the target of many males emotions. She currently has little to no interest in getting a boyfriend, and is far too innocent to even notice when boys flirt with her unless their obnoxiously straight out about their feelings with her. This is all to the annoyance of poor Flash, who is hopelessly infatuated with the oblivious female.

Background/History [of pet]: Nothing all too intricate actually. She was an orphan who was left at an orphanage, and who eventually became adopted. A bit unusual to most adoptions her new parent had no spouse. He was a painter, and had convinced the agency to let him adopt Mona with the intention of raising her to be his successor. Even though when he took her in his manners toward her were strictly business like he has grown to care for the young filly, and has taken the role as not only a mentor but also a father figure to her.

Use [for pet]: Will act as a roleplay character and will be a part of a new MLP herd Im making.<3 MLP has me addicted with their adorable characters. >.< When I saw this girl I just couldn't resist the urge to use her for one of my stories, and so here I am adopting her. ^^'
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]: None yet~
Hammertime

[.The Bootless Box.]

Username:

Ɯιℓ∂ɛƨтѲиɛƨ Ƭнαт Яʋи

Kennel Number:

134

Name:

Austrailia

Gender:

male

Breed/Species:

Deer Wolf

Personality:

Shy, quiet type, but always happy. Somewhat depressed.

Background/History:

w.i.p.

Use:

To be a great addition to my family.

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:



Hammertime

W.I.P.

[Everett.]

{When she was just a girl, she expected the world. But it flew away from her reach, and the bullets catch in her teeth. Life goes on, it gets so heavy, the wheel breaks the butterfly. Every tear a waterfall. In the night, the stormy night, she'll close her eyes. In the night, the stormy night, away she'd fly.

Adopting Information
Username: .Karkat

Kennel Number: #19 | Nineteen
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The basics | What's on the surface

Name | Who am I?:
River Lee
A little something extra: I chose the name river for her because looking at her made me see a cold, blue river. I found the name adorable, and thought it fit her well. Lee has always been one of my favorite names, so I added that to the end. Thus the name River Lee was born.

Gender | How I define myself:
Female ♀

Breed | Animal I am.
Scene Gray Wolf | Scene Canis Lupus

Age | My time length on this Earth
18 | Eighteen
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Personality | getting to know her
~ Calm |do not panic, I am here. ~
River's whole personality is very calm, quiet and light. She believes in staying calm and focused in any situation. She'll try her best to calm down others who are upset and take control of a situation. Things are better when people aren't upset.

~ Dreamer|my head is in the clouds ~
River spends all of her free time day dreaming. In your dreams, you can do anything, go anywhere. Nobody can hurt you in your dreams. It's your own safe, special world. When River dreams, she can go to a place where she feels safe and loved.

~ Bittersweet |A sad sort of happiness ~
River never feels entirely any emotion. She's usually a mix of different emotions all wrapped into one.
Her most usual emotion, though, is what she describes as 'bittersweet' or 'a sad sort of happiness'
she doesn't understand why she always feel this way, why she can't just be happy without that lingering sadness.

~ Intelligent | Knowledge is key ~
When she has time between daily life and dreaming, River spends her time reading or learning. She has a passion for knowing things. She feels better living in a world she knows a lot about because then she won't feel lost or confused as often. Reading history books or studying the earth is one of River's favorite things to do.
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History | Look into her past

River was born in London, England on December 13th, 1994. Her mother was homeless got sick in the cold, harsh weather soon after the birth, and passed away weeks later. Cold, sad and alone, River had nowhere to go. She managed to make her way to the busy city, where she found shelter behind buildings. Eventually, she found a public library. There, she spent her days reading, and her nights sleeping upstairs behind the book shelves. The library workers, of course, noticed her staying, but never said a word. After a few rough years by herself in the library, she got hired in a little bakery and saved up enough money to get herself a cozy little flat. She lives there now, and has gotten used to being typically alone, grown to love the cold that gave her pain as a child. She can't say she's generally happy with her life, but she can't say she's not, either. For now it's all she knows, so that's how it will stay.

A little something extra: I was kind of feeling it was strange that a wolf would get hired in a bakery amoung people, have an apartment, ect, (referring to her background.) but oh well, I give most of my animal chars, even though they're not anthro, human characteristics like jobs and houses. Just felt I should add this in there in case you found is strange a wolf was working in a human bakery and living in an apartment xD

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Why I adore her | What she'll be used for
This girl is absolutely stunning, everything about her. The icy blue and cool, smooth gray work so perfectly, her dark gray scarf and long socks (I see her as wearing socks on her back legs) compliment her so well. I really have a thing for scene characters, so I am in complete love with this girl. I really love the design on her, everything is just so smooth and flowing. She's gorgeous, completely and entirely. I'd love to give her a home where she'll be sure to be completely loved and cared for, and never just left in the dust. I'd love to have her be mine so I can just spoil her with love and art. <3
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She'll be, like Nicole, one of my most loved chars I own. She'll be featured in much art, and take up a big part of my gallery. She'll be featured in my character thread so she can be adored by others, too. I feel really inspired by her to write a story, so that's what I'll do. She'll never, ever be forgotten and I'll use her every chance I get.


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What she loves | Enjoyed activities
Cold days, when it rains, the smell of rain, nature, dreaming, winter, when it storms, iced tea & iced coffee, peppermint and mint, mint cookies, music, the stars, learning, the galexy, 'Paradise' by Coldplay, violin, scarves, the colours gray and blue, feeling loved, being safe, sleep, writing and reading, poetry, astrology, zodiac and horoscopes, the study of sexuality, peace, snow, rivers and likes, ice, the story of the Titanic, mirrors, streamers, celebrations, being happy, others being happy, night time, aurora borealis, penguins, water.

What she dislikes | What isn't pleasing
Hot days, no sleep, feeling sick, dryness, deserts, mean people, war, fighting, hot drinks and hot food, spicy & sour things, daytime, hate, being disliked, feeling insecure, being confused, being scared, pink, green and yellow, the drums, being alone for long periods of time, death, bugs, being asked questions, crowds, loud noises, feeling dizzy, meat, TV, being too active, sports, leaving her home, being pushed, pain, sadness, scary stories & movies, unintelligent people, being called names, being rude to others, fires, warmth, bright colours, neon, losing things she owns, losing people she loves.
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Daily routine {Week days}

7:30-8:00 AM - wake up, do normal morning activities. (brush teeth, eat breakfast, ect.)
8:00-8:30 AM - Spend time reading, watering her plants, making her bed, or tidying up.
8:30-9:00 AM - Get ready for work, put on her scarf and brush out her hair.
9:00AM-3:30PM - work at the bakery
3:30-4:30 PM - get home, relax for a while with tea and a book.
4:30-5:00 PM - wind down, eat dinner.
5:00-6:00 PM - Time for whatever she feels like doing.
6:00-7:00 PM- Take a bath, get in bed.
7:30-8:00 PM- lay in bed, draw or read.
8:00 go to sleep. -
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Deeper in her life | The more you know

Date of Birth December 13th, 1994.
Place of Birth London, England.
Current place of Living London, England.
Current living Situation. Lives in a small, one bedroom flat overlooking a park.
Current Ocupation Works in a local bakery from 9:00AM to 3:30PM daily, except on weekends.
Romantic Orientation Heteromantic
Sexual Orientation Heterosexual.

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Appearance | What you see
River has a gorgeous, light-gray body. Her tail is long, scene-styled, and ice blue, with dark gray stripes. She has an ice blue, sock-like design going halfway up her legs. Her hair is chocolate brown with one piece dyed blue with dark gray stripes, much like her tail. Her eyes are light blue with specks of gray. She wears a dark gray stripes scarf all the time, and dark gray striped socks on her hind legs. The inside of her ears are a light pink. She has a slender, fit body type.

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Art | Her image in drawings


Art | On Video

Art | Poetry made by River.
The snowflakes are falling outside my window
the day is slipping away
And here I am, sitting alone,
hoping things will be okay.
By River Lee.

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Hammertime

W.I.P

[Discontinued]

Username: ChaosHog
Kennel Number: 19

Ice King, Ice King
Leave me be.
Your icy claws give me pain,
I don't know how I stay sane.
You've tried my patience.
I don't know what to say.
Just please, stay away.

Your heart is ice,
Your eyes filled with emptiness.
Your hands hold everything,
Yet nothing at all.
Why must I be stuck here,
To tremble and fall?
By ChaosHog

~Name Given~
WIP

~Gender~
Female
The word female comes from the Latin femella, the diminutive form of femina, meaning "woman," which is not etymologically related to the word male.

~Breed~
Scene Wolf

~Personality~
WIP

~History Tells All~
WIP

~A Sign of Love~
What can I say about this darling? How can I express how much I love this beautiful scene wolf? She is simply gorgeous. I love her whole design. I promise to love her and cherish her. She is special, she needs care and love and I'm willing to do that for her. I will use her for art, stories, RPs, you name it. She will earn her own spotlight in my OC thread, along with all my other loved characters. I love her from head to toe, plain and simple. I would be honored to have her as my character.

~Art~
xXx

~Likes/Interests~
The moon, the colors blue and black, crab(to eat), cloudy days, rain, music, candles, blankets, video games, sketching, cosplay, socks, scarves, texting on her cell phone, dreaming, Netflix, pillows, seashells...

~Dislikes/Hated Things~
Anything ice-like, anything that has to do with winter, pink, cherries, water, swords, really anything sharp, her singing, her dancing, swimming, frogs, peppermint...

Hammertime

[Ranua]

Username:
Word count [copy and paste your story into notepad or a word document to find out]:
Main character's name and gender:
Other character[s]:
Which category [a blind girl or boy at the beach (♣), vegetarian wolf (♠), or lost antarctic animal (♦)]?:
Story:

[lululizzy23]

Picture{s} of pet:

Username:
lululizzy23
Name:
Moe
Gender:
Female
Breed/Species:
Horse/Equine
Preferences/Requirements:
Love her
No design/gender changes
If unwanted, return here
Lineart/Artist/Credits:
Lines by spockylass
Ozo

Picture{s} of pet:

Username:
lululizzy23
Name:
Bandit
Gender:
Male
Breed/Species:
No major design changes, accessories are fine
if unwanted, return here
Love him
Preferences/Requirements:
Lineart/Artist/Credits:
Here
Ozo


Picture{s} of pet:

Username:
lululizzy23
Name:
Ice
Gender:
up to you
Breed/Species:
Wolf
Preferences/Requirements:
No major design changes, accessories are fine
if unwanted, return here
Love him/her
Lineart/Artist/Credits:
here
Ozo

Picture{s} of pet:

Username:
lululizzy23
Name:
Mint
Gender:
Male
Breed/Species:
Fennec Fox
Preferences/Requirements:
No major design changes, accessories are fine
if unwanted, return here
Love him
Lineart/Artist/Credits:
here
Ozo

Picture{s} of pet:

Username:
lululizzy23
Name:
Josi
Gender:
Female
Breed/Species:
Wolf
Preferences/Requirements:
No major design changes, accessories are fine
if unwanted, return here
Love her
Lineart/Artist/Credits:
here
Ozo

[Darkest.Nation]

Would anyone be interested in this guy if I donated him? I'm not sure if I want to let go of this little emo guy, but I don't know what I'd do with him. So, I thought I'd see if anyone would want him before I decide to keep him or donate him.

http://i1176.photobucket.com/albums/x33 ... iraffe.png

Holy shoot YES.

{ Sorry. Spammy. }

[Pengu.]

"The deeper the wound, the more important it is to overcome it."

Username:
penguinluv01

Kennel Number:
#16|Sixteen

Name [of pet]:
Jalura 'Jalu'

Gender [of pet]:
Male|Brute|He-Wolf

Breed/Species [of pet]:
Husky x Wolf Crossbreed

Personality [of pet]:
Low key, low energy, low expectations, are what you need to work successfully him. He is not bursting out of himself to try to fit into your program and to please you. Jalura is easily content and can do a good job for you as long as it is not demanding physically or emotionally. He likes his world predictable and safe. Jalura would rather be a little bored than stressed. If repeatedly put into pressure situations he can react seemingly unpredictably.

Jalura does not like bostous people, but rather quiet individuals who can make him feel welcomed. He needs to be appriciated, or you will not earn his respect. Jalura gets tempermetal if he is abandoned or left alone, as wll as compared to others. Appriciate him for who he is, or get lost.

Jalura symbolizes such character traits as creativity, intelligence, dependability, and calmness. Comfortable being alone to ponder the workings of his inner minds, Jalura enjoys being part of a group, but prefers the sidelines rather than the center. His nurturing personality makes him an excellent care-giver. Jalura is quiet and reserved because he spends much time absorbed in his thoughts

If it is one thing Jalu can not stand though, are those who think he can be controlled. If he is around others like this, Jalura can act unpredictable. He will fight for his independence and leave others in his wake cringing with fear.

Background/History [of pet]:
Jalura's mother held her gaze toward the southern sky, watching the sun slowly set over the horizon. It is Moria's only stronghold that she has left, a hopeful wish of proof to the world that she has a right to hold her son in her arms again. It is a wish and a hope that a struggling mother holds as some kind of promise that war, greed, chaos and unspeakable crimes can be overcome by fierce love, steel will and well-meaning.

The small sliver itself was some mean feat to hold onto for such a long time without her son. Left behind when Moria fled her home and her homeland, for fear of a nother war strike from an opposing woodland tribe was eminent. Fortold, and everyone had to get out whist they had the chance. And their lives.

Moria now has a home nearly 8,000 miles away from where her son was being held, prisoner and forced to do goodness knows what. She has not him for two years. None knew the others were alive until just days ago. Moria had thought all was lost, her son gone forever, but now a glimmer of hope burned deep in her soul.

In the year since Naverre has left the forest, nothing has been left undone in an attempt to get Jalura out of their homeland.
Moria is ready. She had managed to save two of her children from hell. She is willing to do as much to save a long-lost third.
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Jalura had lived a quiet, middle-class life..once. Now, all that this young creature knew was lonliness, and abandnment. Oh, and lets not forget about pain. The things done here, the things this young innocent soul has seen...are too harsh to tell. "No one should have had to overgo this.." he whispered softly to himself, curling into a tighter ball as he stared to the horizon. Night was just begninning to fall. A cold wind burned through his fur, and a shiver ran down Jalura's spine. Looking to the stars appearing overhead, he wished with all of his might that maybe...maybe this time his mother would come. The same wish that he prayed before he went to sleep. Every night.

The war raging in the country, the cause of this young child's pain and loss...had cost him everything. A cruch was heard, and Jalura cringed as he was forced to repeat the daily processes. Wait hand and foot on the enemy wolves, feed soldiers, run from enemies. Basically, he was used an an erand child and used for other's enjoyment, at his suffering. It was worse today than ever. Raids had torn their shabby camp apart, and the batillion had to move constantly now. The backbreaking work had taken a toll on the young wolf, and he was near his emotonal and physical breaking point.

The next night, Jalura stayed awake. He could not have slept if he had tried. It was, he thought, a revolution about wealth and resources and power. This part of the country was then and still is one of most richly bestowed anywhere on earth. Its fertile terrain regularly brings forth many different species of animals. Under in the land, rich water and cattle runs free. "That is what this is all about, not little people like me. Why am I even needed? For their fun and enjoyment at my suffereing. I dont belong here....mother...why are you not coming for me...Have you forgotten about me?" he cried softly, small tears streaming from his eyes. Reluctantly, he looked up to the sky again. The familiar star, he had named after his mother Moria, glowed as bright as ever. She had said As long as the star glows brightly, you are forever in my heart. I will never forget, never forget you Jalura.. "Mother, you have not forgotten. Neither have I. I miss you, and I can bear it no longer to sit idle here. I am coming home..." Jalura smiled, wiping his streaming tears and setting off out of the camp. Never looking back.

Through the days and the nights that followed, Jalura was faced with a numerous amount of challenges. First and foremost, the elements. Dry and harsh, without the aid and assistance of those who had been keeping him alive for the past many months. Water was a tough to get to for the other animals and wolves pushed him aside, and Jalura had to resort to following the much larger animals for guidance. Some were helpful to the little creature, for they were hiding from the war as he. Though, none could be trusted and Jalura was wary. Spies were everywhere. Next, shelter. Jalura was left outside, in the cold and dangerous night. Creeping wildcars and scavenging boars scared him away, and often gave chase. Among other things that pierced his travels, Jalura paid them no mind. The only thought that was in his mind, was that of his mother's warm face when he returned.

Jalura had to travel for many, many months just to even come close to where he believed his mother was. She had told him, but the long time of forgetfulness had caught up. Jalura was unsure if he even remembered. Though, he did meet a helpful young fellow. Micky was his name, or so the large eagle told Jalura. The now grown wolf saw a shadow one day, thinking the large bird was about to eat him, but Micky proved delightfully helpful. "You there, little ol' 'pup." the bird sqwacked. "You look....utterly familiar. Do I know you? No..of course I do not know you, you are a wee bit too small for my taking. But, those markings do ring a bell in my bird brain, oh yes they indeeeeeeedly do.." he chuckeld, landing beside a cowering Curos. "Perhaps..do you know of a larger wolf, who looks just like me. She is big, and beautiful, with the most caring eyes in the world. She smells like honey, or at least what I remember, and and her teal markings almost match mine.. If I remember right.." Jalura whispered softly, still cowering with fear. Micky cocked his head, looking at the little creature upside down. "Hmn..yes, now that I do see you in this light. You remind me of a larger one like yourself, I saw her a few moons ago in a village. Far away from here you see..." Eyes widening, Jalura jumped up with glee, bouncing up and down as he had done when he woke up in when his father returned from a hunt. "Oh you have! Oh, please oh please mister eagle, can you take me to her. She is my mother, and I had lost her when the war started!" Micky looked down into those sad, gleeming eyes and could not turn the little man down ."Well then, follow the Mick Express. We are off to reunite a family!", and flapping his great wings, the eagle set off into the sunset.
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Moria clung to the last little speckle of hope that she had left in her soul. She had this...undescribeable feeling in the pit of her stomach that sent a shiver down her spine and a gnawing at her gut. Earlier that month, she had sent out a call to her family. Her daughter and son, Gavra and Mossley, as well as her mate and lover Unirick. All had shown, thank the heavens, and watched her intently as she paced next to the river. "I am telling you three! It is something! Can you not feel it in your bones? That tingle, the jolt of energy. It is more than I have felt in two years. Jalura..I know it is my son returning. Mossley scoffed, flicking his paw like it was nothing more than some unreachable dream, for he had always been jealous of the attention his younger brother recieved. "Like it matters. Jalura is better dead. If he did escape, that little wimp would have been eaten by wild cats before he managed the many miles back to home..." Gavra smacked her brother's snout, then looked toward her father. "Unirick? He...there is a chance..right? That he is okay.." she whispered softly, looking her father in the eyes. Unirick lowered his head sadly. "Slim to none dear..." Moria growled, "Enough! I want no more talk of the bad. Only the good. My. It is if I can feel his presence near me. The air, it even smells like him, like I remember. Honey and wildflowers, woods and trees..." The small family all raised their muzzles, taking in the scent of the cool, spring air. Gavra was the second to notice after her mother, "Yes, like I remember, Jalura...". Then Unirick, who's eyes widened. Lastly, Mossley, who wore a discusted look. Moria raised her head, seeing the shadow of an eagle overhead swacking like there was no tomorrow. Then, the sound, a mere whisper behind them. "Moria? Unirick? Gavra? M-Mossley..."Moria turned around swiftly, her eyes scanning the darkness restlessly. "J...J-Jalu? Jalura?" she smiled, her tail wagging untrollably. Jalura stepped from the shadows, battered and scarred, but there nonetheless. Moria jumped over to her son, licking his ears and shout and checking him over. Gavra joined in just as quick, barking happily as she nipped at his tail playfully. Unirick was next, the father sending up a rejoiceful howl into the air. Mossley, however, snarled and retreated, never to return. Though, the family was too excited to notice, for their son had returned at last.

Use [for pet]:
As a beloved character|To do art of and improve my skills.|

Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
Art:
WIP

Themesong:
Exile; by Enya

Likes:
The Ocean|Midnight Walks through the Forest|Leadership|Dependability|Loyalty

Dislikes:
Rudeness|Prejudice|Controlling Personalities|Demons

Sexual Orentation:
Jarlar is bi-curious/gay, and favors the male gender in any relationship. Although, he does get along with sensitive females.

Mate:
Perhaps in the future, but not definate. I like to know characters before I choose that.

Age:
Five Years

Appearance:
Jalura is the size of a young adult wolf, or a full grown large dog. About two and a half feet high, three feet long. His tail is one and a half feet. Coat color is a murky white at the bottom and black at the top, with black spots and green symbols kings running along body.

"Is it a sin to be weak hearted? Not everyone's strong. Not everyone can stand being despised."

Hammertime

[Wesley]

Happy St. Patrick's Day, SCAA. c: In honor of it, all of my posts today will be green. xD Don't want to be pinched now, do we?
@ ChaosHog - While it's true that that question should go in the fanclub, I must tell you that I am in LOVE with him. 8D

Forms list ♣;
Kennel 3
Supernuk48 - Masai
Absoli - Solical
Toxi - Kabu Skull

Kennel 7
Kuramon. - Keenan

Kennel 10
Shiverice - Ruze

Kennel 15
wesleydog - Arik
Blazer.Peppermint - Ғℓαωɛ∂ Ɖɛƨιɢи

Kennel 16
Pure Dragon - Dexter
penguinluv01 - Jalura

Kennel 19
Chirai - Casey
Bubbles. - Jake
.Karkat - River Lee
ChaosHog - WIP

Kennel 24
Shiverice - Chestnut

Kennel 47
Syra - Muffy Pie

Kennel 50
Chirai - Pecan

Kennel 54
Darkest.Nation - Celeste
.Karkat - Nicole

Kennel 56
Loup Garou - Sheila & Joey

Kennel 76
HollowedAngel - Mona Lisa

Kennel 77
Chica Sangrienta - Phoenix

Kennel 97
ƒℓαяє<3 - Ellie

Kennel 101
Blazer.Peppermint - WIP

Kennel 104
Chica Sangrienta - Conium

Kennel 105
Amaryllis & Jasper

Kennel 116
JerseyDusk - Diana

Kennel 119
H o w l i n g - Crescendo
Zoker - Arnos

Kennel 120
ƒℓαяє<3 - Sage

Kennel 124
Cheshire. - Sonata Caeli

Kennel 134
Ɯιℓ∂ɛƨтѲиɛƨ Ƭнαт Яʋи - Austrailia

Kennel 135
Arachnid - Mayflower

Kennel 137
wesleydog - Pluto

Kennel 146
lululizzy23 - Farfalla

Kennel 147
Foxtrot55 - Indy

Kennel 149
Loup Garou - Bitzer

Kennel 164
Mockingbird - Lueur

Kennel 168
Darkest.Nation - Blaise

Kennel 170
Dancerkind - WIP

Kennel 175
HollowedAngel - Flash

[glass]

Nevermind, I am no longer interested in this character.

DROPOUT, kennel 151