The SCAA - Officially Closed!

[Ranua]

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.

Likes: The group (particularly Flash and her friend Ben), drawing, sculpting, photography, collages, anything visual art related, rainy days, racing, staying indoors, her adopted father Leonardo, her adopted brother Raphael.

Dislikes:

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

WIP!

[the d]

And all along I believed I would find you,
Time has brought your heart to me.
I have loved you for a thousand years,
I'll love you for a thousand more. ♥
Username: sherlock;

Kennel Numbers: One-hundred and ninety-three [193] • Fifteen [15]
Names: Atlantic • Perry
Genders: Male • Male
Species: Domestic Dog • Demon Canine
Breeds: Old English Sheepdog Mix • Unknown Mix
Sexual Orientations: Unknown • Pansexual

I poured out all my heart
And that's not the saddest part
All this time
I had thought
There'd be more
But oh it was like
There was nothing to pour
But oh I can't be sure
Atlantic's Personality:

Bottled up explosions
Intoxicating you
Learning of the truth
I'm your sentencing
Exiting through your skin
Intoxicating you
Ninety seven proof
Perry's Personality:
WIP

:
The foggy morning air swirled as a tall canine came bursting through the treeline outside of the city, teeth bared; a long green mane that hung shaggily over his eyes blowing behind him. He was running from something, attacker maybe? No, no. Probably not that. An enemy? Seems more likely.
Fact is, he was just playing. No one would believe their eyes if they saw a friendly looking demon dog; well, they probably wouldn't believe their eyes if they saw a demon dog. However, with all the (true) theories of aliens, they'd probably deem it a hoax and continue on with their mundane routines of taking cars, buses, trains, and other various things to a job, where they sat motionless and probably typed at a keyboard.
Psshhh. I'm much more exciting than that. the canid though, coming to a stop in an alley to scavenge for food (wild animal gets boring after a while,' ya know?) hopefully where no one would see him.
Rooting through the bins, he pulled out something that smelled delightful. It was tanned and half rotten (human arm), perfectly good food for the demon canine.

When he was finished eating his find, he intended to go back in to the trees and live wild and unharmed. That was a fantastic plan.
As he began to lope towards the treeline, a male voice called him from behind.
'Stop where you are.'

Use and Why I Want Atlantic:
I would use this beautiful character in art, mostly. I love having characters to draw, while they may not get a lot of art bought for them, I draw them tons. I love having different breeds and personalities to practice with, so he'd be perfect. 
I want him because his design is marvellous, it reminded me of the BBC version of Sherlock Holmes for some reason, so I instantly fell in love with the design. His design is the only one I've really 'clicked' with in the past three code drops; and I'd be honoured to own his gorgeous design. <3
Use and Why I Want Perry:
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[Lirrie]

Im out

[pancreas]

Username: Nightingale~
Kennel Number: #12 | Number Twelve
Name: Neptune
Why I want him:
Gender: Male
Age: Exact age unknown, thought to be many hundreds of years
Breed/Species: Canine | Specific breed unknown | Spirit
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background/History:
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Username: Nightingale~
Kennel Number: #135 | Number One hundred and thirty five
Name: Era
Why I want him:
Gender: Male
Age: Ageless | Has lived for countless millennia
Breed/Species: Eastern dragon | Quilong
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background/History:
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Username: Nightingale~
Kennel Number:
Name: Aishe
Name meaning: Probably a Romani form of Arabic Aisha, meaning "alive."
Why I want her:
Gender: Female | Mare
Age: 23 horse years
Breed/Species: Tinker horse/Gypsy Vanner Horse
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background/History:
"Oh, look at her. Isn't she pretty?" A female human's soft voice awoke the ageing mare from her restless slumber. Blinking a few times, she slowly turned her head towards the speaker, an older looking child, her brown hair tied in identical blue ribbons on either side of her head. With her hands clasped in front of her mouth, she gazed at the mare adoringly, her brown eyes wide with awe. The mare stared back, her golden eyes expressionless. "She's so beautiful." The child continued in a hushed voice. But just as she took a step towards the metal railings separating her from the mare, a woman's hand closed around her shoulder.
"Not so fast. Come and read her file." Tugging her child after her, the woman strode over to a sheet of paper that hung from a metal bar by a piece of string. Still, the mare watched them silently. Waiting.
"What's her name?" Ducking under her mother's arm, the girl seized the paper from her grasp, "Aishe," She murmured, her fingers tracing the individual letters that sprawled across the top of the page, "What a fitting name."
"And how old is she?" The mother asked smugly, toe tapping.
Scanning the page quickly, the girl replied with a smile, "Only twenty-three."
"Only," With a snort, the woman leant forwards and wrenched the paper from her hands, letting it fall back against the metal bars it hung from. With a gentle sigh, the mare lowered her head to the floor, lipping at a stray mouthful of hay. The woman watched her with a curled lip, "Nadya, why do you like her anyway? She's just a broken old nag. She isn't good for anything but dog food." Waving her hand dismissively at the skewbald mare, she took the girl's arm in an iron grip, dragging her backwards.
"But--"
"No, that thing has had it's day. Let it die. Now, where were those pretty little palomino geldings I saw a while ago. They'd be just the right size for you, and they were handsome too. I could see..."
As the woman continued to drone on in an obnoxiously loud voice, the girl glanced back, her lips pressed in a tight line. As her eyes found the mares, she smiled slightly, secretly, at her. I'll be back later, she mouthed, then allowed herself to be pulled around the corner of the sprawling barn and out of sight.
The mare raised her head, pricking her ears. Maybe she was the one. Maybe, just maybe, Aishe could be saved. At last. At last.

Twenty-one years ago:
Raising my head, I felt the cool breeze touch my face. I closed my eyes, loving the feel of it brushing through my mane, and tickling my back. Tall grass stems brushed against my knees in a lingering embrace, and I bowed my head for a moment, running my muzzle across the tips of the grass. Suddenly, I raised my head, flicking one ear back to focus on a rumbling behind me. What was--
"Yeee-haaa!" Oh no. A small group of young horses leapt past me, skidding to a messy halt a little in front. A couple of them span back to face me, and one - a tall, bay colt - trotted forwards a few paces, eyeing me with a flicker of concern. "Ai, what's wrong with you? We're supposed to be sticking together! This is our first day without our mothers, and you're already wandering off!"
"I like having time alone. You should know that." I forced my voice to stay calm, even though I wanted more than anything to scream and kick and run away from them. Again.
Almost as if he could hear what I was thinking, Snitch took a step forwards. He lowered his voice to a pleading whisper, "Ai, please don't be like this. You know I'd prefer it if it was just us! But I'm the leader, and that means I have to watch over all of you." He took another step. I flattened my ears against my head.
"I don't want your excuses. Just leave me alone!" Beginning to turn away, I noticed that the whole of Snitch's "herd" had turned to face me now. A wall of disinterested, accusing faces. I was different. They were all big, proud, fast. They were all bays, or chestnuts, with a few ebony blacks. I was chunky, shy, slow. And I was a skewbald. I could almost see the disgust in their eyes as they glared at me. I didn't belong here. Even mother had known that. She'd protected me as best I could, but I was on my own now.

"I'm going." I muttered, moving away from them through the think grass, wading through it as fast as I could without tripping.
"Ai, don't be stupid. We've got to stay together until the humans come. That's what mother said, and she should know. She said that if we don't stick together then you get left here and then you get sold to some horrible man who likes hurting horses!" Snitch blurted out his speech, tripping over words in his haste to make me listen. For a moment, I stopped, and half turned back. But then I heard them.
"Does she really think she'll fit in where we're going?"
"What an idiot, she has no idea, does she!"
"We're thoroughbreds. I don't even know what she is, but whatever she is, she can't race. She can't even trot without tripping over her own big feet."
"Snitch is doing a good job convincing her though. If she's with us, it'll be easier for the "other men" to catch her."
They all cackled hysterically. All of them except Snitch, who shot a glance at me. What he saw must have scared him, for I saw real panic flash in his eyes before he turned to his evil friends. "Shut up! You're lying, all of you! Keep your mouths shut!" They all froze, cringing backwards at the power in his voice. I knew then just how different we really were. I'd been a fool to think we could be friends. He was a thoroughbred, a powerful one, he was destined for a life racing, for winning. I was destined to pull carts. Shaking my head, I raised my gaze until it met his.
"Ai, don't listen to them," He said in a broken voice, "Please, just come with us - come with me. I don't want you to be left here on your own."
Over his shoulder, I saw a chestnut filly giggling silently. I'd seen her before, hanging around Snitch. She'd "fancied" him. Oh well, she could have him. The liar. They were right. He was only trying to get me round up.
"You know what, Snitch?" I spoke his name with a sneer, "I don't think I will. I don't want to go anywhere with you... you losers! So if the crazy man comes and gets me, that's fine. Anything is better than spending another moment surrounded by you and your gang of spindly-legged freaks."
I could feel Snitch staring at me as I cantered away, my mane flowing over my shoulders. And even when the others began to whoop and holler, Snitch remained, still frozen in the spot where I'd finally left him.

Present:
After the child had gone, the day passed surprisingly quickly for the tired mare. People came and went, some stopping at her prison, some hurrying by, barely sparing the dusty horse a dirty look. She didn't belong here. She'd never belonged. With a soft groan, the mare stepped forwards to rest her head against the polished metal of the bars. A toddler stumbled forwards, his grubby hands stretching up at her nose. The mare watched him silently, waiting. Even though she knew it would happen, it still made her heart twinge painfully. The little boy's mother gave a horrified shriek and wrenched him away from the bars. "Don't touch that!" She scolded, "It's dirty!"
The mare closed her eyes, but that didn't stop the woman's next words, this time directed at her husband, from causing a pain-filled tremor to run through her body, "Did you see how close it was to him? Oh my God, I bet it has fleas. Urg. What is it even doing at a place like this? Absolutely disgraceful..." Her voice died away as the family hurried on to look at different horses.
It would be better if the girl didn't return. Maybe she would just leave her to her fate. It would be better that way. At least then she could escape the horrible words of the humans and horses that seemed to be always around her, waiting for her to fail.

It was like this the rest of the day passed, with the mare now huddle in the corner of her metal prison, almost hidden from the prying eyes of the humans walking past. As the day wore on, less and less people passed by her prison. Horses were led out in all directions, some going quietly, others not, their cries splitting the air and causing her to shift her weight uneasily. But soon, it was almost silent again, as the sales drew to an end. Only she was left. As usual. The sound of footsteps had her turning her head with a glimmer of hope: was if the girl, back with money? What she saw had her backing into the corner of her pen again. Striding towards her was the man who would take her to her death. He smiled, surprisingly kindly for someone for ruthless, and held his hand over the gate of the pen. "Come here, old girl," He called, rubbing his fingers together. When she didn't respond, he stepped back, looking her over soundlessly. Then he nodded curtly. "You'll have to stay here for the night. I haven't got enough room for you, even if I could get you out of there. I'll come and pick you up tomorrow. Tonight you'll just have to wait it out in here." Pausing for a second, he reached down to a bale of hay that sat outside of the pen. Her owner had supposed to have been topping up her hay all day, but conveniently he had "forgotten" to do do, obviously. Taking up a quarter of the bale, the man tossed it in an arc over the metal bars and into the pen. After a wary glance in his direction, the mare lowered her head to the hay hungrily.
With one last look at her, the man left, shaking his head as he went. He felt sorry for the horses sometimes. They all looked so sorry for themselves.

Twenty-one years ago:
Beep. Beep. Beep. It was the sound of a reversing vehicle that woke me up the next morning. Silently, I looked from the fancy looking horse trailer, with its polished, navy-blue sides, towards the excited group of young horses trotting expectantly towards it. Only one hung back, but I ignored Snitch's pleading look; he couldn't guilt me into following them. How long would it take him to realise it? "Aishe!" I heard him calling. Shaking my head with an irritated sigh, I continued to move in the other direction. He followed. It didn't take him long to catch up with me. "Aishe, please. You don't seriously believe what those idiots were saying yesterday, do you?" When I didn't respond, he switched tactics, "Look, Ai, I know you're annoyed with me but you've got to come with us! You can't stay here! I don't want to leave you!"
Shooting a glare at Snitch, I picked up my pace, determined to put as much space between us as possible. "Go and catch up with your friends, Snitch."
"I won't leave you." Snitch's voice hardened, and for a moment he sounded older, less like a whining three year old verging on a throwing a tantrum, "If you stay, so do I. We can stay together! I'll fight off the men that try to catch us, and then we can live here forever!" Looking back on that moment, maybe his enthusiasm had been genuine - maybe he actually thought we do it. And maybe we could've. But all I could think then was how good he'd become at lying since he'd started leading the others, how hard he was trying to get me caught. And how different we'd become. We couldn't be friends any more.

Stamping my front hoof angrily, I span back to face him, my ears pinned back against my head.

WIP THIS STORY IS KILLING ME ALREADY. ;e;
TnT

[Wesley]

Forms list;;

Kennel 10
.Karkat - Amaya

Kennel 12
Nightingale~ - Neptune

Kennel 15
Glomp - Lexus

Kennel 76
HollowedAngel - Mona Lisa

Kennel 126
SpartanAmethyst - Unnamed

Kennel 135
Raven Feather - Haku
.Karkat - Era
Nightingale~ - Era

Kennel 146
lululizzy23 - Farfalla

Kennel 147
H o w l i n g - Nikolai

Kennel 182
wesleydog - Librarian

Kennel 184
SpartanAmethyst - NC Riptide Harbinger

Kennel 185
CandyGirl120 - Ash
Lirrie - Unnamed

Kennel 186
wesleydog - Chancellor
Lirrie - Unnamed

Kennel 187
sherlock; - Allison June
SpartanAmethyst - NC Darkest Illusions
Lirrie - Unnamed
Nightingale~ - Aishe

Kennel 193
sherlock; - Unnamed

Kennel 196
.Karkat - Honey
lavapony - Honey

Kennel 201
Aeolus - Unnamed

[Offended Cockatiel]

Username: Aysan1
Kennel Number: 193
Name [of pet]: Repitea
Gender [of pet]: Female
Breed/Species [of pet]:
PhaleneXClumber Spaniel
Personality [of pet]: eue Wes.. you'll need to wait
Background/History [of pet]:
Use [for pet]:
Other [Art, Likes, Dislikes, Mate, Age, Appearance, etc.]:
TnT

[Solanum]

'This is Tesshin-san, signing into library column three.'

'I would like to request access to kennel fifty nine.'

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'Computer... Open document 03723-197, Experiment five...'
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'Subject has been named Quintus. A name originating in the language of science, Latin, meaning five.'
'The subject is male.'
'Although originally of the species 'Rattus Rattus', commonly known as the black rat, its DNA has successfully bonded with the artificial material we have engineered to create a hybrid. We have decided to call this new species 'Rattus anteocularis'. The Latin word 'anteocularis' meaning branch before the eyes and referring to horns and antlers.'

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External Mutations:
'Subject has changed dramatically since the project began. The dull brown colour of the original pelt sample we have is nothing like the new pelt, which is not only different in colour and marking but is thicker and seems to be waterproof. Further testing is required to make this certain.
The eye has changed to a green colour, we have yet to identify the cause and effect of this change.
The skin on the tail appears to be thicker than it was before, and has changed to a blue colour. We have noticed accelerated cell regeneration in that particular area, although further testing is needed.
The most obvious change on the outside would have to be the growth of the 'horns' just in front of the ears. These 'horns' are made of keratin and a core of living bone like in most animals possessing similar appendages.'

Internal Mutations:
'Scans indicate that the subject's body would be able to adapt rapidly to suit any kind of environment. When tested against diseases lethal to humans, it suffered symptoms for a day at most before getting better. The antibodies created are being monitored, and samples have been taken. We are still unsure of the risks this strain of 'virus' could have, so further testing on the subject is required.'

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Personality:
The rat Quintus is much more than I expected him to turn out like. Such a free spirit, although he was always that way. But what really gets me is just how he has developed over the course of the experiment. His intelligent increased ten-fold, but with that came the cunning. I'm not sure how, but he found ways of getting what he wanted, when he wanted it, whatever it was. Getting out of his cage only got easier as time progressed, so did raiding the supposedly animal-proof food containers. Piece of cake. He developed a lot faster than the others, followed by the second success, Octavius. Although Quintus could have easily escaped long ago, he stayed behind. I am starting to notice how loyal he is to the other rat, so supportive, always there for him. It's quite sweet, though I'm starting to suspect it is much more than that. He shows no interest in the others, no sign of sorrow when they perish, no opinion towards even myself, but Octavius seems to be family to him, even if they are not related. Maybe it is the experiment recognising those alike, or maybe he is just that way by nature. I can not be sure, but I will update this as I see fit. That little rat has great potential in all areas, I can not wait to see the end result.

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Background/History:

February 21st, 2200 hours.
Location... Study
0 days since experiment began
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“It feels as though it has been so long since I last stepped foot here. Has it really only been 6 years? Locked away in my own mind, it had seemed like an eternity had flown by in the time it took for a day in the real world to pass. The night is young but my eyes are heavy, sleep threatening to take me as I stand before you, my only friend... Journal, you understand me better than anyone. My equipment beckons me closer, my own body betraying my mind and reaching out to touch it. In this moment I realised just how little I had changed over the years, my mind not quite matured but instead in a constant flow of change. I am who I am. I am who I want to be. But can one ever truly understand the intricate design of the body? There is so much to learn, but there is plenty of time... The experiment has not yet begun. I know what must be done but not tonight. Tonight I shall rest. Let the experiment begin tomorrow.”

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February 22nd, 2100 hours.
Location... Laboratory
0 days since experiment began
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“At last. My steps echoed through the halls as I entered the room, a sound I haven't heard for many years now. I'm pretty sure I'll be sick of it a few days into the experiment, but at least now, it is the most reassuring thing I have heard. It has been so long since I had been able to walk freely, the sound of my own footsteps on their own somehow reassuring to me. No one else is here. Just me. Removed the subjects from their cages, allowing them to run free for a little while at least. I watch with a small smile as they scamper, blissfully unaware of what is to become of them. I have my doubts on whether any of them will survive this, but I can hope that this time I will be successful. Last time I just didn't have enough time, the took me away before I could finish, but not this time. This time I'll finish the experiment... You'll see... Nothing will stop me. Though even a successful experiment here is just a baby step towards my goal, but once it is done I will know that my goal is achievable. That will put my mind at ease for a while at least.”

They scampered about below my feet as I sat myself down on a chair. I feel at peace, for once, though I do not feel this is a good moment to record any data in a video log. Nothing to report yet. Just happy little rodents; playing with each other, eating in peace, sleeping relatively undisturbed - having fun. Everything I had been denied. I'll give them one more hour of peace. Just one. It's all I can afford to waste, but I want them to know how it feels to be denied all these luxuries. After all, how can one miss what they've never experienced for themselves? They can't. Starting to feel a little uneasy around me eh? You don't know the half of what I've been through, or perhaps you do, and I'm just someone else's pawn on the chess board... Another piece to play against one's enemies. Expendable. Just like the rodents I've taken for my experiment... Expendable, easy to replace. Not like a human... Human testing will begin once I have a success... Whether they allow me to test it or not. They will know about it soon enough but for now it'll be our little secret... That'll be all for now... Later it begins.

February 22nd, 2200 hours.
Location... Laboratory
0 days since experiment began
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“Back in their cages... I've taken everything away from them, just as they did to me 6 years ago. Not that they had much of a taste of the world, but then again, did I? While they played I finished up the preparation for the experiment, taking samples to use as a comparison later on in the experiment. Should any survive to the end. Though I have my doubts, they look physically and mentally strong so maybe they will pull through.
I hate the way they squealed as I grabbed them by the scruff but I guess I can sympathise. It isn't a good feeling... Being restrained, handled by someone far stronger without the chance to fight back. But it was quick. Pain equivalent to a pin prick as the needle went in, the compounds I have synthesized being inserted directly into the blood stream. Each one is slightly different, so I know what works and what doesn't. Now all we have to do is wait to see if anything interesting happens between now and my next video log. Until then, I shall record the odd data on paper and record another video log in a weeks time.”

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Grave, grave news... Subject six has perished. The other nine appear to be doing well though... I will have to examine the body to determine the cause of death although I fear the worst. Not a good sign for the experiment. Once I decipher the cause of little Sextus' death, then I shall know what to do about the others. If it was the experiment then I can continue as normal, but if it was an outside disease then I shall have to test the other subjects or possibly even get a new batch. I hope they are not contaminated.

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I have started to take a particular interest in the development of subject five, Quintus. His body shows no signs of bonding with the experimental material inside of him, but his behaviour intrigues me. Although the youngest of our subjects at only six weeks old, he is showing a lot of potential. I shall be very upset should this little fella not survive the entirety of the experiment. Tomorrow I shall record another video log, although so far it seems the experiment is going well.

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February 29th, 1900 hours.
Location... Study
7 days since experiment began
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“The rat, Sextus, whose death I recorded several days ago, was carrying a disease of outside origin. I fear for the other subjects. Primus, Secundus and Nonus, subjects one, two and nine, are showing symptoms of this disease. I have started to treat them but I fear it will be too late for them. Whilst giving the inoculations against it to protect the rest, I discovered an unusually high amount of antibodies in the bodies of Quintus and Octavius, subjects five and eight. They seem to be fighting the disease off on their own, even though their bodies before the experiment wouldn't have the necessary lymphocytes to create the right antibodies. I will monitor these two closely, though if I am correct, the experiment is working!”

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The inoculations did nothing. Primus, Secundus and Nonus, subjects one, two and nine, are dead. Tertius, Quartus, Septimus and Decimus, subjects three, four, seven and ten, seem to have avoided coming into contact with the disease but Septimus is showing erratic behaviour and I fear he is at the end of his days. He is showing higher levels of brain function than his body is capable of, it is remarkable, but tragically he didn't survive. I may be able to use his tissue to ensure the other surviving subjects do not suffer the same fate.

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March 6th, 0600 hours.
Location... Subject containment room
13 days since experiment began
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“I've done it! The tissue samples collected from Sepitmus, subject seven, after his death have allowed me to increase the remaining subjects' brain capacity. Rats are very intelligent creatures, and I have managed to find a way to increase this. I have them currently in a series of mazes to test their reactions and ability to think. They are simply remarkable. Quintus and Octavius, subjects five and eight, are completing the maze in record time, showing a definite improvement from their previous times in the maze. But not all news is good. Tertius became highly aggressive so I was forced to put him down. Such a shame, but I have no time to waste mourning rats, there is still so much work to be done, and I'm not sure how much time I have left.
On another note. Quintus and Octavius seem to be showing a slight change in pelt colour. I'm not sure if this is due to the experiment but it seems to not have any negative effect on the subjects so I shall monitor it. I'd hate to lose my two best if it was in fact a skin condition they had come into contact with somewhere. Tomorrow marks the second week of the experiment, so I shall allow the subjects to take it easy while I run over the results I have acquired up to this point. Only four of my subjects remain, though they all appear to be healthy and to some extent happy, so I have good feelings towards these.”

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March 23rd, 2130 hours.
Location... Laboratory
30 days since experiment began
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“Quite extraordinary! Quintus and Octavius have completely changed their pelt colours, and signs of bone growth on their skull has started to appear. Quintus has become a bright shade of purple with pink markings and a blue tail, while Octavius has retained some of his white but has an undercoat of turquoise with an orange stripe pattern stretching from the head to the base of the tail. The way the bones are growing, I believe Quintus' horns, if that is what it is, shall be straight and Octavius' curled. I wonder why they're so different. Each experiment was given a slightly different strain, so I shall have to isolate the differences.
I lost another rat during the weeks between my last video log and this one. Little Decimus is no more. It's heart failed. I guess it just couldn't take the stress that the experiment was putting on it, though I am not upset. It hadn't been affected like Quintus and Octavius so does not count in the experiment. Quartus is not affected either, and I have confirmed this in the laboratory so I shall release him. There is no point in me keeping him, and it seems a waste to destroy him, so he can live out the rest of his life as he chooses. Quintus and Octavius are the only ones remaining, and are both successes. They show higher levels of brain function, accelerated healing and better adaptability to different environments among other such changes... Monitoring them closely.”

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March 31st, 0400 hours.
Location... Off site
38 days since experiment began
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“All my work! Up in flames! I'm in over my head. I didn't think they were capable of quite that much. I grossly underestimated the two little rats. I hadn't realised just how intelligent they had become. Undoing the latches of their cages, they broke out, leaving me a scruffily written note to explain their actions before starting a fire in my laboratory. They had wanted to spare others from becoming what they had become, but also thanked me for opening their eyes. I don't know what they're capable of now that they're free. Although I guess I'll find out soon. This shall be my last video log for the rats. The experiment was a success, I just had some containment issues. It shall not happen again. Let stage two commence.”

'We know what you have done to us, and why you have done this, but we refuse to be your lab rats for any longer. You were wrong to do this to us, and you know it. Don't you... There is no point trying to look for us. By the time you read this, all possible evidence we left behind will be destroyed. I'm not sorry I have to do this... You opened our eyes to this world, and I thank you for the good but hand in hand comes the bad. We were happy as we were, but now we can be more than happy, and our brothers and sisters can be free with us. This is bigger than you know, but soon our plans will be revealed, don't you worry.
Until then... I leave you with a small piece of what is to come. I hope it's not too hot for you... We understand this will not deter you from another similar experiment, but maybe it will warn you of what might happen if we happen to cross paths again. Let us hope that does not happen.

We may be small, but as you said yourself, we are so much more than we seem.'

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Likes:
♠ His friendship with Octavius
His friendship with the other lab rat is very important to him. Once bonded with him, the pair couldn't be separated for too long. As they grew in intelligence they would find ways of getting to the other, from breaking out of their cages to refusing to work until they were put together. If he did not have Octavius beside him, who knows how different he would have been from as he is.
♣ Freedom
As his body and mind developed, he became more aware, and so knew he needed to escape from the laboratory. With Octavius' help, he freed the last remaining test rat and the two successful experiments escaped. Ever since, he has been careful to keep his own freedom but has worked to try and get freedom for others of his kind in a similar situation to what he had been in.

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Dislikes:
♠ His size
Quintus absolutely despises his size, though one couldn't tell unless they spent a lot of time around him, like Octavius. He wishes to really make a difference, but everything he does has to take a lot more energy than it would have done had he been the size of a human. And at least then he wouldn't have to worry about others stepping on him, but his size can not be changed without giving up his freedom once again, something he wouldn't do.

Friend Octavius designed by Howly c:
No mate.

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Use:
[i]Although his design isn't really my typical choice, I felt drawn to this little guy like a fish to water. Might be the way he stands out, or just the creativity used to create him, but whatever the reason, he is absolutely gorgeous. As much as I would like to smother him in art, that might not be possible, but I'll try <3 I'm not doing very much rp right now, except with Aysano, but if I find somewhere I think he would fit, I would definitely rp him. I'm really enjoying writing for him so far, so maybe I'll even do some offside work for him to try and get my muse back c:

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[Solanum]

Username:
Tesshin-san

Kennel Number:
Fifteen [15]

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Name:
Xander

Name meaning:
Xander is a Greek name meaning 'Defending men'

Gender:
Male

Age:
Unknown

Breed/Species:
Was once a normal wolf but the hybridisation process altered this. It is unknown what his true species is now.


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HAS TO BE READ AFTER QUINTUS' FORM
Madness... Falling into madness. Darkness... Nothing but darkness, holding me close, not letting me escape. Clawing at my fur, tearing away at what's left of my mind until there is nothing left for me to reach out for. They did this to me. They know what they did... They know why. I'm but a victim of circumstance. Had I been watching where I was going, I wouldn't have been hit by that care and never would have ended up here...
At first she was different. Bright eyes, kind smile, gentle touch. She cared for me until I was better, showing definite skill with all the tools at her disposal. But every now and again I would see her washing up, then steralising equipment that I had never seen her use before. Needles, blades... I started to doubt her, but my realisation came too late for me to be saved. The blaze consumed the laboratory, the heat driving the oxygen out of my lungs, grabbing at my fur whenever it got the chance. I couldn't escape, but just as I felt everything was over for me... I saw her racing towards me. But she didn't care about me, I could tell that from the way she had collected other things before, but I was important for her. Back then I wasn't sure why, but now I do... And you know what... I wish I had died in that fire. Maybe my life wouldn't be so bad now.

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Screams echoed through the halls, empty corridors carrying the sound but it was met with deaf ears. What have they done to me? Why did they do it? I don't understand... They're everywhere, all around me. I-I can't see them, they took my eyes but I can hear them. Smell them. Sense them. Feel their presence like a weight on my consciousness. Alone – So alone. What do I do? They're watching... It's all just a game to them, my life doesn't matter, the experiment can only end with death. It's me or them, and they know it. Too dangerous to be left alone, they hunt me, and they're not too far behind. I have to kill them, before they get to me. I have to survive.

I have to survive... No matter what the cost.

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Use:
Well... I'll do everything I can. Be it art, roleplay if I have the muse (or if I give in to Aysano... <- More likely), short stories and the like. You know I like to keep them close.

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Gender: Ungendered

Breed/Species: Mutated Rat

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Gender: Female

Breed/Species: Red Panda

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