[Lilybug1997]

Owner : .Rugo.

[Sibilant]

Ooh, lovely. I like this

Username: Simply Hawkpaw
Name: Lear
Gender: Female
Personality: An unusually unfriendly creature, Lear has no intention of having true friends or really anybody who she feels more than neutral toward. She immediately dislikes anybody she sees, and it takes a lot of persistence and patience to get her to (begrudgingly) accept that you aren't a foe. She's reluctant to do most anything involving a group; anything but fighting. Despite that aggressive nature, she won't attack without provocation, though the attitude isn't unfounded.
History/Story: Lear stalked loudly through the ragged growth.

She didn't care how much noise she was making. She didn't care that her toes were freezing in the icy ground, or that her ears her numb. She didn't care that her nose was failing to detect any scent but cold, and she certainly didn't care that the canine behind her might get hurt by all this frost. Didn't he see that she wanted to get away from him?

Now, usually in this situation, Lear would just attack. She did not like to put up with anything following her, least of all creatures she could communicate with (by which she meant she could understand them) and least of all if they were male. Around here, she had a notoriously bad attitude. Everyone avoided her if given the change. Nobody followed her like this. Nobody.

But for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to fight this thing. He wasn't floundering helplessly on the cold ground, which she had to give him credit for, and he was being very quiet. Lear wouldn't have been able to tell she was being followed, except that he didn't even try to conceal himself, walking calmly and - dare she say it - gracefully - across this wasteland she called home.

And she was reflecting on that when the ground erupted around her, leaving her in the center of a horde of hungry-looking canines. She bared her teeth.

These were ugly dogs. They were flesh-eaters. That is to say, eaters of anything they could kill.

And it appeared that Lear was on the menu.
Art/other: Sorry, can't. Darn iPad.

[Northstar.]

Oh, s/he's so cuuuute! I'll probably get my form in this afternoon, if that's okay? (:

[Lilybug1997]

Yep, I hold it open for a week or when I get a good amount of entries.
[Will never end sooner then one week after it is put up]

[Northstar.]

Username:
.Rugo.

Name:
Navy
Originally I was going to name him something like Trooper or Army, but those didn't seem to fit with the personality I had in mind. Then, I thought of the US Navy, and seemingly matching splotches of color on him and voila: Navy.
"Non sibi sed patriae." Not self, but country is the motto for the Navy or "Honor, courage, commitment" as there is no offcial motto. Navy isn't particularly courageous, he'll cower from dominant animals and hold his tongue when he should speak, but when it matters most he can muster just enough to help.

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Sweet.
Navy is a lover not a fighter. He'll bring you flowers when you're down, make a fool of himself to try and cheer you up, or make silly expressions to catch your attention.
Awkward.
Navy is no Casanova. He stutters over his words, trips over his paws and runs into glass doors. But that's all part of his silly charm.
Goofy.
Navy likes to goof off, whether is be to roll around in the dirt or frolick through the snow. He won't try to impress you; he'll just be himself.
Listener.
Navy isn't very chatty; he'd rather much hear a good story than tell his own. Sometimes he knows just what to say, regardless if he doesn't say it right the first time.
Rambler.
Navy is a rambler. If you get him started on a subject he's particularly interested in he could talk your ear off.
Bashful.
If Navy could blush through his fur when pretty oseum faes flirt with him, he would. As it is, he instead tends to stutter ridiculously and comment about the weather. He thinks this tactic seems to work, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him.
Honest.
Navy isn't a liar. If a pretty oseum were to ask him if her fur looked frizzy he wouldn't be completely blunt. He'll sweeten the truth, enough to give you a cavity or two. "No, it is a little fluffy though. But that looks beautiful on you"- would be something he would say.Despite his flaws, he can be quite smooth on occasion.

History/Story:.
Time was endless, Navy noticed. Wave upon wave crashed around him, salty sea water soaking his coat through and through. His paws clung to his only lifeline, a lone chunk of driftwood. The sky was steel and slate, heavy with raincoouds and thick with darkness. He couldn't remember how this came to be, how he was lost at sea; he could barely remember his own name. Ice coated his veins, the frigid waters like the sharp grasp of a clawed hand. The wind howled and screeched, like wolves on the coattails of a banshee siren. He couldn't hold on much longer. He had nothing left, no strength. No hope.

He didn't know how much time had passed, only that it was dark, so dark he couldn't see. Fear had no hold on him, just a desolate hopelessness that made his insides turn grey. He was so, so cold. Cold and numb. The rough waters pushed his makeshift raft to and fro, making the poor pup nearly lose his grip several times. A rough bump startled him, and his rear legs kicked at the water. Except his paws hit something solid. The brawny sea air filled his nostrils, but there was a hint of ... green and life in the scent? His eyes shot open- he didn't know they were closed. Endless green, rolling grassy hills, stone outcroppings.

Navy's eyes widened and he looked carefully around; somehow he had come to be on a sandy beach, gritty as it was. A beam of light was passing across the ocean, circling along the beach and hills before repeating it's circuit. It passed over the pitiful looking canine before continuing it's sweep. Navy lifted himself onto weak, weary paws and stood carefully on the soft sand. He took a few shaky steps, enough to where the waves barely brushes against the tip of his tail and collapsed onto solid, dry ground.

The sound of crunching sand alerted him to footsteps and Navy couldn't muster much more than a few happy tail thumps in greeting. A pair of bare, human feet entered his line of vision as a blonde haired man crouched before him. "Hey bud, whatcha doin' way over here?" he asked quietly, petting the canine's ear gently. "There's a boy.". He touched the collar at the canine's neck and read the inscription. "Navy, eh?" he murmured, passing the hands over the weak creature to check for injuries. "Some food and water will do ya good, yeah Navy?" he asked and the oseum wagged his tail. An orange tom cat touched his nose to Navy's and purred.

"Welcome to Heartwood," the bob-tailed tom told Navy as the human picked the canine up easily. As he was carried off to the lighthouse, the cat following behind, Navy thought that he might have found what he was looking for all along: a home..

Art/other:
I'm not really good at drawing but if I can get to a computer I'll try to do something; until then, here is lil sappy poem that is the essence of Navy.

When you're afraid and all alone
Look to me; I'll be there.
When you're lost and scared to death
Look to me; I'll be there.
When your tired and need friend
Look to me; I'll be there.
I am not so strong as my name suggests
I am not fearless, I am not the best
But love me more and never less
Look to me; I'll be there.

[Lilybug1997]

Just to let you guys know, you can order art if you wan't to it dosent have to be by you.

[Green Arrow]

Username
Iron Man, although I will be going back to my old username of Green Arrow soon.

Name
Shep. I know, it isn't exactly unique. But he reminds me of Border Collies, which I adore.

Gender
Male. I can't picture him as a fae. At all.

Personality
Careful
Shep is a

History/Story:
Art/other:

He is gorgeous. WIP, will be editing as I go along.

[Lilybug1997]

Bump ~

[.Nobody.]

Username:ShiroWolf
Name: Sky
Gender: Male
Personality: Adventurous, brave, and daring
History/Story: W.I.P (Will edit later)
Art/other: Working on that ^^

[Wlyrout]

Must have. Now. What's that little smiley that's all like "GIMME NOW!" Isn't it, like, this: /ouo/ Cuz that's sooooo me. Must edit later.

Username:

commie, though you may call me commie. Nothing more, nothing less.

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