Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Cirque]

Yay, I sure hope I win the red and black smili, #4, I just realized that if I don't I'm going to have to redo most of the last five paragraphs of my story if I don't.

[babyfroggi]

Yeep! *writes faster*

[Lady Masquerade]

Did anyone go for 6? If not I'm trying for her.

[babyfroggi]

Did anyone go for 6? If not I'm trying for her.

I am. and two other people have as well.

[Atwood]

Discussions all should be over here --> viewtopic.php?f=39&t=78995

Seriously, this round has been a total mess, with chatting and form-quoting all over the place. >.< If it's not a form or directly relevant to something in this thread (changes to donations, withdrawing forms, questions, etc), it should be in the chat thread.

[Vluaaq]

DONATION!
Picture:
Name: please pick something in Latin (please include translation)
Species: demon hound (feel free to change it, but please keep it a demon animal)
Link to lineart: My own
Any extra conditions?: He glows from the inside out, please keep his glowing runes. If you would like a clearer picture of his runes, just ask, they are supposed to be dull as they are hidden by his long hair.The lyrics on his sheet music tied to his leg must remain the lyrics to Breaking Benjamin's Dear Agony. Must remain a male for this specific image. Do not use him as a fursona or a mate for your fursona. Do not add/remove markings or accessories unless you talk to me (LightBlueAqua) first. Do not claim credit for the character design, you must give him a home in a thread. If you no longer want him, send him back to me, LightBlueAqua. Please make sure this character is well used and well loved. His main species may not be changed, however you may get art o him in other forms. Please keep me posted of any and all threads he is used for. If you would like major changes, please send me a message and I'll edit him for you to have a ref.

[babyfroggi]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 6
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Name: Maoka (Resembles the Greek word for “Mask”)
Species: Smili
Personality:

Maoka is rather quiet and shy, not very outgoing. His quiet nature was made up for by his sister’s loud personality, so he never needed to make himself heard. Being with Oriole has brought him out of his shell a little bit, but he still is a pretty reclusive fellow. He is very kind and sweet, and when he is friends with someone he is very faithful to them. He wonders if he will ever meet a Partner, but doubts he will; he thinks that any female would consider him a freak for sleeping during the day. That is part of the reason he stays reclusive, to keep himself from being hurt by others. He is surprisingly gentle.
Likes: His sister, family, darkness, Oriole, sleeping, being with others, colors, flowers, quiet places
Dislikes: Bright lights, being alone, being ridiculed, large snowstorms, bugs, intense heat, lightening, loud noises
Background:

When Maoka was born, a snow storm hit the area where his family’s den was; his mother would not let the pups out of the den for fear that they would manage to wander into the storm. There was also another problem; the young Maoka was rather sensitive to sunlight, and cried and cried whenever he was taken out. This resulted in him not leaving the den for long periods of time, and he was surrounded in darkness and the icy walls of the burrow for a good part of his first few monthes. Finally ignoring his cries, his mother took Maoka out of the burrow and into the sunlight as his eyes were opening; his fur had developed into a pale icy blue color from the lack of light and the cold. After that, he was still always sensitive but did not allow it to limit himself for a while.

Maoka was born into the world with a best friend; his sister, Teagan. Teagan was more brightly colored because she had relished in the sunlight, had left the cold burrow to lie in the sun whenever her mother would take her. The two were practiacally inseperable after they opened their eyes, doing everything together; eating, sleeping, playing. After a few more monthes, their mother and father brought them back to their pack, which consisted of 2 or 3 other couples and one other young smili, a small, hesitant male.

Maoka and Teagan were adventurous, sneaking off whenever they cold. When they were a little over 5 years old, a large snow storm began to creep over them.

“Maoka! Lets go play in the snow!” Teagan whispered, skipping around in the freshly falling snow. “But Mother told us to stay near to her and the pack in case the storm hits,” Maoka objected, his face showing indicision. “We won’t go that far. It’s not like your afraid, are you?”

The two bouded through the fresh snow, flicking it at each other and rolling around. “See? I told you it would be fun!” Teagan laughed, pushing him so he slid acriss an icy patch. “Hey, look at that!” Maoka stopped, staring at a patch of white intently.Teagan joined him, trying to see what he was looking at, a confused look on her face. “See it? Right there! It’s a –“ he and Teagan jumped as the patch moved, dashing away.

“RABBIT!”

They ripped through the snow, trying to keep the rabbit in sight as they chased it. The landscape blended together into a blur as they ran, paws hitting against the ground in perfect rythym which contrasted the rabbit’s frantic pounding. “I bet I can catch it first!” Teagan challanged, racing ahead as Maoka struggled to keep up; Teagan had always been the stronger pup, even though she was a girl. Maoka barely registered the new snow falling gently, then harder and faster, then suddenly he couldn’t see.

“T-Teagan?” he called, his voice sounding like a whisper in the rapidly falling snow. “Teagan!” he cried again, panic rushing through his body as he spun around, trying to catch some sight of her familiar fur. A quick, terrifying thought occurred to him.

Which way did we come from?

He spun and dashed in the direction he thought they had come from. As he ran, the snow grew more frantic and the sky grew darker. Maoka struggled to push through the snow, which grew higher around him by the minute. As his feet were about to give out, he suddenly plunged out of the snow and into a dry patch.

Whaaa…?

He looked up to find himself under a low tree. The branches had protected the base of the tree from the snow, creating a deep ditch around the trunk surrounded by high walls of snow. A tiny bit of relief spread through him as he shook the snow out of his fur, and he rolled into a tiny ball to tough out the storm alone.

“Why, good morning little one!”

Maoka started, bracing himself to open his eyes to the bright sunlight of the morning. When he opened his eyes, though, it was still pitch black. He decided he had probably only slept for an hour or two, but then realized he should be looking for the source of the voice that had woken him up. “Hello?” He whispered, looking up… straight into a pair of bright yellow eyes. “Gyuuuaa!” He panicked, leaping back into the snowdrifts and finding that they had piled up considerably. “Oh, Child, don’t be afraid,” the creature said, sitting in the close-fitting branches above him. “My name is Oriole. I am an owl. Who are you?” the bird asked, peering down at him. “M…Maoka,” he mumbled, trying to search for the owl in the darkness, but all he could see were the eyes.

The two waited out the storm together, Oriole letting Maoka eat some of the small creatures he had stored in preperation for the storm. Oriole told stories of his journeys and adventures, and Maoka told him about his family. As he stayed with Oriole under the tree, he developed the owls sleeping habits; sleeping during the day and staying awake at night.
One day, Oriole returned to the tree with news that the storm had finally ended. Without delay, he and Maoka started to break away at the snow walls which had gathered around the tree and frozen over. They scratched and hit the wall, finally breaking a hole big enough for the small Smili to squeeze through. The world felt so big now, after he had stayed under the tree for days, but it felt good to be out. Staring out at the deadly silent scene displayed in front of him, he remembered why he was here. “I need to find Teagan,” he gulped, wondering how he would find her or his family again. “I will travel with you, Child,” Oriole said kindly, and the two set off in search.

As they traveled during the night, Oriole taught Maoka about the stars and the night sky. Maoka soon knew the meanings of the constalations, how to find them and use the stars as a guide if he was ever lost. The days turned into weeks, the weeks to months with still no sighs of either his sister or family.

“What do you suppose happened to them?” Maoka asked Oriole one night. “It’s likely your family moved on after the storm and could not stay to wait for you. What happened to your sister, I haven’t a clue.” Maoka searched the skys every night for some sort of sign, something in the stars that would give him a hint of what to do.

And so they continued to travel. The months slipped by, and before they knew it Maoka was no longer small. He had gone from being just over 5 to a mature age. Occasionally they came across another group of Smilis, but Maoka would be too afraid to confront them; what if they thought he was an enemy? What if they thought he was a freak for sleeping during the day? He refused to risk it, so he continued to be an outcast of sorts.

He has developed a habit of singing at night; it is a bit different than the mating song, but he sings of lonlieness, of a wish to belong to a group. Oriole joins in with his own song. They are all the other has.

Once, when the two were traveling farther than they usually did, they came across a peculiar noise. “That noise… what is it, Oriole?” Maoka sniffed the air, following the odd scent that accompanied the sound. What they came across was something he had never seen before. The tiny creature was pink and fleshy, with colorful cloth wrapped around it. “Why is there only hair on it’s head? Isn’t it cold?” Maoka looked confused, watching as the tiny creature sniffed and stared wide eyed back at him. “I’ve heard of these creatures before, but never seen one. It appears to be an infant human,” Oriole observed slowly. “Well… what do we do with it?” Maoka said, looking lost. “It doesn’t look like it’s been here long, but if it is left much longer I’m sure it will die,” the owl said. Maoka nodded, approaching the tiny creature. It gasped, stepping back with a shocked look on its face. Maoka stopped, tilting his head, as the little human slowly reached out and patted his nose before pulling its arm back quickly.

Maoka and Oriole followed the scent the child had left to get to where they had found it, and the human trailed hesitantly a few feet behind them.

“Kitty?” Maoka stopped and turned as he heard the child say something in an odd language. “What is she saying?” Maoka said, knowing the child was a female because Oriole had figured it out. “I haven’t a clue, but she seems to be talking about you.”

After walking for a while more, the child had gotten braver and was walking side by side with Maoka. Maoka’s ears perked as a faint noise reached him, a jumbled noise of shouting and talking. It sounded like the same language the girl had spoken. “That must be her pack,” Maoka exclaimed. “Miranda?!” A panicked voice cried, and the three turned to see a tall female human. The girl looked back at Maoka, and he nudged the child forward. Her mother gasped slightly at the sight, but did not move. “Mama!” she yelled, rushing towards her mother. She waved back to her animal friends as her mother brought her back to her tribe, and then she was gone. Seeing her disappear made him feel sad to see her go; even though she had only been with them for a little while he had still grown attached to the tiny creature.

Is that what it feels like to have a family? Maoka wondered later.

[Lady Masquerade]

The code drop it today!

[bearlygrunge]

This is fantastic! I will post an Adoption Form later today. ^^; But without an avalanche history. xD

[bearlygrunge]

I would like to adopt!
Number: Five
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Name: Formerly, Galiván Noche; meaning "Night Hawk" (Noche for short). But, after becoming blind he just goes by Ciego; meaning "blind."
Species: Smili
Personality: Ciego's personality now is not quite what it was months ago. Most assuredly, he more cautious since that day. . . He is patient & determined; really, he is quite persistent when he is passionate about something and cannot be turned away. He enjoys being alone and thinking to himself in peace more than the company of other Smili, for he would either be scorned, laughed at, or pitied for his blindness; something intolerable to Ciego. When this happens, as of course it will, he becomes quite angry and sore over the accident that happened to him. Though, Ciego is always trying to more forward through this, he sometimes wishes it never happened. That he was normal, like other Smili.
Around other Smili -for he still travels & lives with his family- he is quiet and sometimes antisocial. He longs for Smili other than his family to accept him for who he is. (Not all of his family supports him, however.) If he were to have a mate she would be someone who understands him, who loves him for himself. His love is selfless and has no boundaries for those he truly cares for.
Likes: Ciego enjoys the sweet, invigorating scent of fresh air while traversing through the snowy alpine forests, as well as the peace and relative quiet atmosphere. He still has a joy and passion for hunting, though now he relies on touch, scent, and sound. It is harder to determine when to drop on the prey now because of the loss his of vision. Ciego dearly loves his mother since she has always loved and supported him, as any mother should. Ciego, even more intune to his other senses as mentioned before, takes pleasure in little things like feeling small cubs rush by or hearing a loving couple singing to each other. The feeling of acceptance is important, but he is learning that not everyone will always like you, nor can every Smili relate with your circumstance.
Dislikes: Ciego loathes being pitied, laughed at, and scorned more than anything else. (Though this was mentioned earlier as well.) And yes, feeling the stares of other Smili is not appreciated either. Luckily, at night it is easy to hide away with his dark pelt. He doesn't like being lied to or bossed around by his father, not surprisingly. Other than these, Ciego is pretty easygoing.
Background: Ciego was born on a chilly, spring night in the dark of his parent's den. His father was immensely proud of his first and only son and would talk nonstop to anyone who would listen about how great this cub, his cub would be. His mother was a sweet and undemanding partner to her mate. She had a deep love and respect for him and now they had a cub! She was always joyful and happy, even when Ciego (though at this time he was Noche) was a rambunctious ball of energy and trouble. In short, those first couple years, Ciego was doted on and loved within an inch of his life.
Throughout his "cubhood," Ciego had a balanced family life. He learned with natural ease and showed much potential as a great hunter. There was one day where Ciego wandered off alone while his parents worked to make their den larger to fit there quickly sprouting son. Low and behold, he came back with a vole for his father. Words cannot describe the reaction of the said father. He was overjoyed, so proud! (Oh, well. . . I guess I did explain it didn't I? xD)
Soon after the young Smili couple allowed their cub to hunt on his own for short periods of time. This decision proved how naive both parents and cub still were. . .
Ciego didn't return for some time. Full of worry, doubt, and guilt the frenzied Smili pair took off on the scent trail of their beloved cub. Soon they approached the area where the scent was strongest of Ciego, but unfortunately the smell of blood and angry moose overwhelmed even that. The perfect son was perfect no more.

What happened was this: Young Ciego, though now quite older than the beginning of the story of course, had now been hunting by himself for several months now. He was maturing quickly, becoming quite a learned Smili in the art of hunting, tracking, and killing. He had been warned of large animals and the strength and power was overwhelming just a first glance. Needless to say he never attempted to fell a beast ten times his size. Just before the trouble began, Ciego was perched aloft in a conifer tree awaiting some unwary prey when a mother moose and her newborn wobbled into the area of wood he was in. A large sigh escaped him, no animal in the right mind would be present where a gargantuan mistress moose and her baby were browsing. Maybe I can get them to leave, Ciego thought. He chirped at them. The beady-eyed mother whirled around snorting, searching for the source of the noise. She knew what it was. She looked to the trees. Glowing eyes. Without warning the female moose reared, striking the trunk of the tree with a dangerously sharp cloven hoof. Ciego thought he was high enough to be without worry. He was. Sort of. The impact caused Ciego to teeter on his branch. His claws grasped the bark, which ripped in shreds. Ciego fell down hitting branch after branch. Scrapes and scratches quickly amounted on his body. His face was bloody and bruised. When he hit the ground, he moved not and the moose was satisfied. Ciego's parents found him unconscious. When he awoke, it was with immense pain. It hurt to move, it hurt to breath, it hurt to open his eyes. No bones were broken, but the damaging wounds were scratches on his eyes from bark and needles of the tree. The rest of his body recovered in a couple weeks, but Ciego's eyesight worsened. The cuts became infected, the colored part of his eye was scarred and slowly was becoming opaque. Months later he was almost fully blind. Ciego can only sense the difference between light and dark, sometimes shapes, but that is the extent of his sight. His father is saddened and full of grief, he hardly talks, even looks at his son anymore. It is unknown whether or not it is because his son is not what he ought or if it is the underlying guilt.