Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Colorful]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture: [img]http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n516/Tiikeria/Pound%20of%20Hope/Revamps/Lioness1.png[\img]
Kennel number: 34
Name: Greyscale
Breed: Lioness
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I love the design, the colors(like all colors), and the species. I will love her and care for her for the rest of my life.
Personality: Greyscale is very quiet and shy. She would rather be alone under a tree in the shade, thinking or relaxing. Her parents thought there was something wrong with her because she never wanted to play with the other lion cubs. This made Greyscale very mad and that's why she is so quiet.
Likes: Being alone, the shade, thinking, relaxing, water
Dislikes: Being crowded, loud creatures, creatures who don't leave her alone
History/Background: Greyscale was born on a hot, humid day, like any other day in Africa. From the day she opened her eyes, she would always rather be by herself, thinking. Her parents got really worried. She hated everyone in her family after they thought she was a freak for not playing with the other cubs. When Greyscale was a year old, she was caught by people and shipped to a zoo in America. She was very happy to be away from her family. The other lions at the zoo loved to sit by the river, watching it flow. Greyscale sat by the river once, but was pushed in by one of the other lions. She was angry at the lion and never came close to the river again, exept to get a quick drink. Even then he would only drink if there was no one around her. She was then gave to a lion tamer.
Art: If I can't use lineart, this'll be very sloppy because I use a laptop and I don't have a mouse
Other: Nope

[Ranua]

I am looking to adopt<3-<3-<3
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Adoption Information ;;

Kennel number: P137
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
When adopting a pet I don't like to make many promises. I had seen Kalik up for adoption once before, and I was surprised to see him back here a second time. When I had seen him the first time around I loved him instantly, but hadn't gone for him because of two things. One, I had no time, and two I had too many male characters as is.
His design is fairly simple but very charming. I have a very particular taste for designs. I tend to prefer when characters have colour pallettes that include four colours and up, not including the eyes paws and nose colours of course. He has five, and all of them flow very well together.
I think he's a magnificently original character and despite our surprisingly short history together Ive grown an affection for his potential character. If I do manage to get him Ill happily get him art, get a mate for him (though Ill be picky),
and update his history often with new stories once I get my character site up and running.

Basic Information ;;

Name~+ Kalik
Gender~+ Male {♂}
Sexual Orientation~+ Bisexual {leaning towards Gay}
Order~+ Carnivora
Species~+ Canis Lupus
Breed~+ Winter wolf
Physical Traits~+

❦Not as heavily built as his brothers and not as well conformed as his mother, Kalik was born weaker than the rest of the litter. In defiance of this, his figure in the sense of sexual attraction was sublime. His enchanting coral pelt is entwined with sets of lovely ivory markings, which lace harmoniously around the edges of his anatomy in a manner that synthesized with the curvature of his body perfectly.
❦ He has ruffled fur made of long guard hairs which repel moisture accompanied by a woolly underfur that provides insulation.
❦Ears are large and slim. A Winter wolf's hearing is all most 17 times sharper than a gray wolf's. Which helps them hear above the screeching of the wind. They can hear their pack mates howl from over 16 kilometers away (9.9 miles), and can distinguish what their saying perfectly.
❦It's nose, unlike most canines, is not usually wet. In fact, it's very dry. The less humidity of a Winter wolves muzzle the healthier it is.
❦Winter wolves most acute sense is scent.
❦Winter wolves have large paws. When born a Winter Wolves pads are all ready hard as stone, and strangely enough they are also born with retractable claws. Their fleshy pads give them grip over rocky terrain, and they spread so the wolves won't sink in the deep snow.
❦Winter wolves have a deadly bite. Their jaws can exert a pressure of 440 lbs, twice the crushing power of a full grown timber wolf.

His Character ;;

Personality~+
This male has a surprisingly timid nature, this is most likely due to his fear of homophobics and others who may judge him or look down on him for his sexual orientation. He is very careful with his wording, and says very little to people who he's not familiar with.

As a love interest
Kalik is a high minded individual who is also intelligent and fiery. As a true romantic he tends to be possessive of his lovers, of which he had many of. He bounces from mate to mate all ways ending in a heart break. Kalik is demonstrative with affection and loyal as a companion. It isn't him who usually ends the relationship, but his partners. Many at first find his passionate personality attractive but later grow tired of it. Although he switches mates often he is actually quite exclusive with mates, he is simply searching for that Juliet {or Romeo}. Once found they shall be his one and only forever.

Defender of liberty
A great defender of liberty and is fierce when arguing for it. Should this young male see many others choose one path it is more likely he will choose the other because of his strange personality. Being a defender of liberty he will go to great lengths to win his argument and because of his persistence often does. He is friendly and attempts to understand others. His sympathetic and definite nature is well developed. Kalik has a passion for beauty, though the beauty of knowledge predominates that of natural. He is inquisitive, witty and has a penetrating mind. The only thing he ever has trouble defending is when he's against homophobics, this being because he gets too nervous and shy knowing they'll suspect him of having a 'dishonourable' reputation.

Shy

Intelligent

Quiet

Likes~+

The Rain
Being a stereotypical romantic he often envisions himself and his future mate having many good times together in the midst
of the downpour. Specific details he loves it are dark evening or night rain, fog/mist, being in dense forestry in a cavern or by a river.

The Snow

Feeling Protected

Protecting Others

Dislikes~+

Homophobics
Dry Weather
Liars/Lying

Favourite Food~+ Spring Solstice herd horses and Summer herd horses. He argues that the cobs and draft horses of
Winter and Fall herd often have far too much fat on them. Due to the fact the horses have moved locations and rarely come up the mountain they are a rare treat for Kalik.

A well respected herd
Spring Solstice Herd strives to ensure honor, peace, and
respect. They are relatively all around peace keepers, unlike
their neighbors and have a tendency to be a bit naive in their visions
of tranquility. In this herd mares have just as much rights as males,
and both are treated as equals.
This herd is made up of any breed really, but mainly horses like
Quarter Horses.

Fiery, ambitious and proud
Summer Solstice herd is made up of a group of hot blooded broncos.
The percentage of herd members are Arabs, Akhal Teke's and Barbs.
Thoroughbreds and Anglo Arabs can also be found but their not nearly
as common as Arabs.
Summer horses love the thrill of war fare and are known to be highly flirtatious,
possessive of their mares, and territorial. Their high strung nature often gets them into
trouble, though they'll never accept help from their friends Spring Solstice herd.
Well...not usually.

Background Information ;;

Winter wolf Society~+
❦ Like their closest cousins, the gray wolves, Winter wolves live in packs with high levels of social orders. Their ranks usually consist of, (in order of dominance): Alphas, Heirs, Deputy, Elders, Generals, Warriors, Scouts, Queens, Pups,
Unfortunately, females are not allowed to be deputy, or warriors. They can only be scouts,alpha females, or queens when they mature.
❦ First elders, queens, heirs and pups eat. Then the alphas and deputy. Then the, generals, warriors and scouts.
❦ After a pup reaches 4 months, they must help care for the queens and elders. Heirs, sons and daughters of the alphas on the other hand, only participate in leadership, hunting and battle training. Pups are usually trained by warriors and scouts, while heirs are trained by generals.
❦ The sire and dam of a litter have the right to kill off the weakest pup.
❦ Alphas, deputies and generals are the only ranks who are permitted to have a mate. All females have breeding rights, only the top males have breeding rights, and males can have multiple mates. Males who don't have breeding rights are permitted to find a mate outside the pack. But it must strictly be for reproduction purposes, and they will not be permitted to tend to their mate when she's cubbed.
❦ Winter wolves originally feasted mainly on the heavy drafts which had inhabited Mount Corona. But when White Blaze's herd left they soon began to prey on the smaller animals on the mountain, larger prey being scarce and hard to take down.

Father~+ Troy {Alpha male, previous Beta male}-Deceased-
Mother~+ Thara {Rogue, previous Beta female}-Location Unknown-
Siblings~+ Liken{♂} and Kento{♂} {Adopted siblings; of no blood relation}
History~+
From what is known Kalik was not born to the alpha male and female of his pack. He was born to a rogue named Thara. Her mate was Troy, the Winter Wolf Pack deputy. Many looked on at the couple in disgust, and there was much crude dispatch when news burst that the two were expecting to have a litter. When the time came the only pup born to the circumvent dam and sire was a single sickly cub. By Winter Wolf law they were permitted to slaughter the firstborn of their litter, but Thara was unwilling to witness the murder of her newborn. The sire agreed to the terms, but not long after he began to regret his decision. A beautiful fae named Aphrodite was hopelessly in love with Troy, and resented Thara for having been able to capture the males heart despite her position as a rogue.
Seeking revenge on Thara for taking away what was 'rightfully hers' she conceived a delusive animus to separate the two. She slowly but surely convinced Troy that his mate wasn't fit to be the deputy's mate, seducing him with her feminine charm. Troy soon had poor Thara kicked out of the pack, and took Aphrodite in as his official mate. Thankfully for Thara Troy still held some emotion for her, and so kept their sole pup. Although, he refused to let it take on his position as deputy. Instead, he mated with Aphrodite, hoping to produce a stronger generation for him to select from. Too young to fully grasp the concept of his mothers disappearance Kalik expected her to come back soon. But with a neglectful father and banished mother he soon found himself to be in the staggering position of both parents being inattentive, and as a result he was forced to nurture his own independence.

Soon enough the pups of Troy and Aphrodite were conveyed. The whole pack was overjoyed with the new arrivals, all except the elders. They saw the disgrace in Troy taking in a new mate, and they pitied poor Kalik. But, Kalik being strong as he was welcomed his newborn brothers just as warmly as his sire did. In fact, he was possibly even more excited about them than his kin. His two siblings were named Kento and Liken. Both were strong, thick legged cubs. Kalik bathed his blood brothers in licks, only to be pushed away from time to time by Aphrodite. While Troy looked on in pride at Kalik's kind gestures of ardour Aphrodite looked on in arrogance. She wanted Kalik dead, so her sons would be the sole heirs. She feared the pack may argue that since he was Troy's first born he still kept the birth right.

As time passed the boys spent more and more time together until they were finally inseparable. Particularly Kalik and Liken, the first born. They fought together and taught each other battling techniques. Liken grew to be headstrong and dense minded, while Kento attained an heir of pacific acuity.

My mind whirled as I glanced wildly around the room,
eyes wide with shock and fear. It was only a matter of time before I encountered the product of my tormentors persistent efforts to avenge their past experiences by ridding themselves of their present affairs.
The abrupt sound of a painful howl in the distance awoke me from my thoughts as I struggled to find an exit. As the speech of my irritations neared I began to feel frantic and headstrong, and out of my desperation I saw no option but the most critical.
Light streamed into the room, proving I had no chance of clinging to crumbs of shadow for protection. Pricking my ears I clambered onto the edge of one of the window sills, snorting when I saw the drop down. But as the voices grew nearer I knew I had run out of discretion, and with a bristle I leaped from the heights. I outstretched my forepaws and narrowed my eyes as I whipped through the air, plummeting towards the earth. Managing to gain my balance I landed on all fours, which was to my complete satisfaction. Though I had little time to steady my landing before armed gun men burst from the tents close by, their weapons raised. I snarled, raking my gaze across the lot. “Pathetic runts.” I growled. My muscles rippled under my smooth pelt as I flattened my ears, readying myself. It was a few moments before I managed to burst into gear.
I all most smirked when I saw their astonished expressions as I rushed towards the wooden fencing that bordered the human dens, managing to evade their gunfire. Lifting my head, without hesitation I bounded over the oaken fence. A chuckle escaped my grin as I glanced back, their yowls of surprise echoing behind me as I raced into the wood, slipping into the underbrush.
I was finally free.

Visual Arts Portion ;;

Art:

[pancreas]

I am looking to adopt...
Kennel number(s): P12, P101 and F49
Name(s): Tam, Blackbyrd and Moxie
Gender(s): Female, male and female
Breed(s): Red fox (silver), Japanese Akita and Tasmanian Devil
Why do you want these animals and what will you do for them?:
Personalities:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
"Tam, don't you ever feel... guilty? About doing this?" Moxie hurried to keep up with her friend as they both made their way towards the gates. It was almost time. And, as usual, they were almost late. The only time they got out of this place, and now they would probably miss out. Again.
"What? Why would I feel guilty?" Tam snapped back, preoccupied. Come on, come on... She turned the last corner at break-neck speed, Moxie hot on her heels.
"About... you know. Going out and doing what we do. Kidnapping kids. I don't know," Tam stopped so suddenly it was as if she had hit a brick wall. Turning back to her friend, she watched Moxie with a mixture of horror and disbelief. Her friend shifted awkwardly from paw to paw, "It just seems wrong, that's all."
Glancing around frantically, Tam backed Moxie into a shadowy corner, lowering her voice to a hiss, "Keep it down, idiot! Any eavesdropper could be lurking around!" She paused for breath, darting another look up and down the tunnel. Then she replied in an undertone, "I don't know what I feel. But it's not like we have much of a choice. It's either kidnapping kids or staying cooped up in here like some kind of stupid recluse. No question, really." Stepping back out of the corner, Tam turned away so fast that she missed Moxie's look of disappointment.
"So--" Tam cut off Moxie's sentence with a cough as two other latecomer's rushed past. They didn't look in their direction, and Tam indicated for her companion to continue, "So you've never thought about... just not coming back? I mean, leaving here, living in the Real World. Because I've thought about it, and I've got it all worked out," Moxie's voice took on an awed, hopeful tone, "I could make out that I'm doing the usual, staying out until dawn, but then I could just... not come back. Ever. Live in the wild. I swear, I've learnt survival skills. I could keep myself alive! I asked Rem to give me some tips, seeing as she's travelled outside a lot, and she told me lots. I can hunt--"
Her next words were cut off as Tam shouldered her back into the corner. Moxie hit the ground with a whimper, winded. Above her, Tam seemed to double in size, her beautiful eyes flashing angrily, "Are you completely off your rocker? You asked Rem, of all people, for tips? It's a wonder you haven't been carted off to the dungeons yet! Just - urg, just keep quiet, will you? Not a word about this to anyone." Then she turned on her heel and stormed away, leaving Moxie to pick herself up and follow at a distance. They didn't speak again as they lined up in single file, waiting to be released into the Real World.

It was only when they finally began the long, spiralling trek up towards the surface that Moxie realised that Tam hadn't dismissed her idea. She just hadn't outwardly agreed to it...

The group practically sprinted the last hundred metres, and in front of them, a towering iron door swung back on its hinges, sending a sudden rush of fresh air surging into the musty tunnel. For a moment, they were all silent, simply drinking in deep lungfuls of the sweet, clean air. Then the excitement overcame them and they let out a collective whoop, taking off one by one into the darkness. Once a week, from dusk until dawn. That was all the freedom they had. None of them wanted to waste a second of it idling by the tunnels that was their prison for the majority of the week. Within a minute, all but two of the group had vanished into the encroaching darkness. Tam stood stock-still, eyes closed, ear flat against her head, still absorbed in the smell of the fresh air. This was the first time in three weeks that she and Moxie had got out. They'd missed the other times. Beside her, Moxie glanced around fearfully, hoping desperately that all the youngsters in the vicinity were safely locked inside houses, where they couldn't be caught.
"Tam," She whispered, jumping slightly as the gate clanged shut. They were out. No one was listening... Not even Tam. Her eyes were still closed. Either she was ignoring Moxie, or she couldn't hear her, "Tam!" Moxie poked her nose into her friend's ribs, and the fox leapt away with a yelp.
"What is wrong with you, idiot?" But she was laughing, too happy to be out to really care. "We're out at last, Moxie! Free! Where do you want to go?"

Moxie swallowed nervously, staring at her paws. "I want to leave."
"I know you do. But we can't, not right now. Maybe later, okay?" Tam was busy sniffing the air again, her ears swivelling back and forth as she listened for nearby sounds.
"Promise me then. Promise you'll come when the time is right."
"Sure, I promise." Tam was facing her now, a grin plastered across her face, "Now lets go. Which way? I think nearly everyone went left, but that might be because there's a town."
"Then lets go right. I don't want to kidnap anyone Tam, please." Moxie's voice turned pleading, and she gazed at Tam with terrified eyes.
She's too young. Too young to be kidnapping. "Okay, Moxie. I'll try and keep you away. Why don't I go in front? Then, if I see anyone... well, I'll give them chance to run. Okay?"
Moxie nodded mutely, her gaze downcast. As Tam passed her, she tapped her tail under her friend's chin, tilting it upwards, "Smile, Mox. It's fine. I'll do all the work, you don't have to get involved."

"Lead said he'd kill me." Moxie let out a gasp as she realised she'd blurted the words, and she scurried back a few steps, a stricken look on her face. "I--"
"He said what?" Tam span back to face Moxie with a snarl, her eyes seeming to burn holes in Moxie's head. But for once, her anger wasn't directed at her friend.
Moxie explained in a shaky voice, "He said that he'd seen my records and that he knew that I hadn't ever kidnapped anyone, and he said he knew that you did everything for me out here. He said I was a waste of space and that I didn't deserve to live any more, down there or up here. He said that if I didn't kidnap anyone tonight then he'd personally kill me. And I didn't tell you because I didn't want to risk getting separated from you, because he said that if I told you and you attacked him then he'd make sure that I never saw you again and I couldn't bear that, Tam! But that's why I've got to run away, because if I don't then he'll kill me or now you'll go back and hurt him and then I'll never see you again! So I'm sorry if you don't want to come with me, but I can't stay here because I can't kidnap anyone, Tam! I just can't, it feels horrible and evil! Maybe if I live out here you can visit me every week and it'll be fine. I'll be fine."

For a moment, Tam was silent, and Moxie could see different emotions flitting across her face one after another, almost too fast to follow. Anger, disgust, sadness, fear. "Tam, I'm sorry..." She pressed closely to her friend, feeling the tears she was trying so hard to keep inside threatening to spill down her cheeks, "I'm sorry, I really am. I guess I'm just not cut out for a life down there. You guys are all so strong and brave and fearless. I'm just, not like that."
More silence. When Tam finally spoke, she sounded old. And tired. Resigned. "Try and find somewhere safe to stay. I'll... be back soon. I'll deal with Lead, then come up and fetch you. If I hurry, we can be out of here before they find him. I don't know where we'll go, but it'll be better than staying here." She turned back towards the gates, and Moxie looked at her with fresh respect. Tam was willing to put her life on the line, possibly even die, for her. Plain, useless Moxie, who couldn't even do her job right. "No," She said softly, "No Tam, only one of us is leaving that World tonight. Me. You're staying where you belong."
"Don't be stupid, you could never survive by yourself. I'll have to come, and you know it!"
"I can look after myself Tam, I don't need you all the time! I'm not a child any more!"

Tam slowly tilted her head to look at Moxie, "You have no idea what it's like. Being out there. Alone. Don't act as if you have a chance. You won't survive a day. And if you don't die, you know what'll happen? You'll be kidnapped. And I won't be able to save you then. You'll be killed once they realise who you are."
Moxie felt a surge of guilt rise up inside her. Of course - how could she have forgotten? Tam had come from out here. No one knew how, or why, but one day, she'd turned up, young and frightened and so completely different to the animals that usually roamed around above ground. The animals in the lower World found her, and saw her as some sort of gift from a passing God. She turned out to be one of the best "tracker and 'nappers" the World had ever seen. For her to leave all that would be madness. She didn't belong out here. She was a creature of the night, through and through.
"And what'll happen if you come and they find both us of? Please--"
But whatever speech Moxie had been planning using next was cut off as a different sound sliced through the air. The two looked at each other, terror on one face, anger on the other.

Somewhere close by, someone was screaming. A child. And they were heading this way.

"Go! Go! Go!" Tam was pushing Moxie, hard. Away from the screams. Into the shadows. "Stay close to the buildings. Find somewhere safe and dry! Stay somewhere hidden, I'll find you."
"You won't run away with me?"
Tam shot her friend a swift glance, then shook her head, "You're right, I'll do more good here. I can keep you safer if I'm not in danger myself."
Moxie released a huff of relief, then stopped again. "Tam, what're you going to do now?" She asked, half turning back. Tam avoided her gaze, her mouth pressed in a thin line. For a second, Moxie was confused. Then she got it. "You're going to help them, aren't you?" She could barely keep the disgust out of her voice. When Tam didn't answer, she raised her voice, "Aren't you? You're going to help them! How can you do it? You can hear them screaming, but you still... you still do it."
Tam's face emptied of all emotion, "It's painless, Moxie. He won't feel a thing."
"No! You're lying! You know it hurts, Tam, and so do I! I've been to training, I've seen the demonstrations!" Moxie's voice rose furiously, and her friend took a step back. She'd never seen the little creature so angry before, "You all know what happens to them, so don't pretend you don't! And you still do it! Willingly! You're despicable, all of you! Horrible, heartless killers. Murderers."
"Go now. I'll find you." Tam's voice was flat, hard and only added fuel to Moxie's burning rage.
"Don't bother. I never want to see you again."
Other: I couldn't resist. xD WIP, obviously~

[crazy cranky critter]

Hey guys, I posted a form for P81 last round. Please don't carry that form over to this round as I've decided I click better with some other characters. Thanks <'3

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P92
Name: Jett Blaster [Jett]
Breed: Thylacine x Grey Wolf x Spotted Hyena
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight, but fairly self-obsessed so not really interested in a mate.


Why do you want this animal:
I am a HUGE fan of his colouration. Flame colours on black are my single favourite combination (just look at my persona's hairdo). This is such a beautiful design and the fierce colouration helps add to his big personality. This little boy is a such a cute little bad-boy he just lures me in like a magnet <3 His design is just so striking.

What I'll do for him:
Look after the little dear, of course! Literature and certainly art. He is a very lively looking character and will certainly be a perfect subject for endless adoration from me as I love drawing agressive characters <3

Personality:

• Short tempered/Fierce - Just like his fiery markings suggest he is quick to last out and hurt people. You could say he has anger issues and that would probably be correct. He doesn't always intend on hurting people. He just has a very short fuse and only a small gap between getting along with someone and losing his top over something they say or do.

• Competitive - Jett doesn't like being shown up by anyone. He is especially competitive around other males. He is fierce, strong and not afraid to push people about to become the dominant one. He takes everything as a challenge and often gets carried away to prove his superiority.

• Open/Rude - Jett doesn't sugar coat anything at all. He says it how it is, even if it means hurting people.

• Smart/Cunning - Jett is far from stupid. Even though it may appear so with his uncontrollable out bursts, he is often very scheming and will always try and figure out a way to get on top of people.

• Sharp tongue - As you can probably guess from his other personality traits, Jett has a very sharp tongue and can cut people up with his words.

• Physical - Jett is pushy and often uses physical force. He is very fast and well built and will happily display his own power.

• Independant - Jett happily acts as a single unit.

Likes:
• Physical challenges
• Summer and Autumn
• Pain
• Dark nights
• Extreme conditions

Dislikes:
• Nothing to do
• Average weather
• Other Males

Story:

The year is 3064. The subject is Jett Blaster, animal hybrid and property of one of the wealthiest of the President's advisors.
Of course Jett is no different than any other of the cruel and corrupt things that cross Lord Finius' mind. Using money leeched out of the crippled old President's wealth Finius had been purchasing top quality hybrids (fetching an average of 60,000p, which adds up to about 90k of today's US dollars) over the past twenty five years. The man himself was fifty and had started working for the President at age fifteen. And that was when Hybrid fighting had just began. After most animals had been extinct for five-hundred odd years scientists didn't just want to re-create old species but new better ones. The citizen's of what was left of Earth found the raw hostility of some animals fascinating after all that time to forget how savage they could be. And so began the under ground sport of Hybrid Fighting. Poor people bred their own hybrids, often resulting in defects who simply died slow deaths. But Jett, he was the finest of Finius' million dollar collection bred out of past champs. This was something Jett prided himself on.

•

Boiling hot liquid dripped off dark grey fur, that was now bunched in sopping tufts. The creature attatched to the roots of those furs seem not to be bothered by the near-boiling water. And that is because he wasn't. This was just one of the many strange features Jett had purposefully been bred with. The liquid in his body sucked up the excess heat from his over-worked body and sweated it out in mass. He could lose up to eighty percent of his body liquid using this method before needing to stop and drink. A figure he and his master were both sure to boast about. One second his hard blue eyes would be darting towards you, next his long streamlined tail whipping past.

Right now his master had him entered in the Two Week Championship. Although Jett was certain he could do the Month Championship. His paws pounded on the cracked ground as he propelled himself towards his target. The seven highest rating hybrids (himself included, he was sure to note) were each in seperate enclosures, expected to kill off the seven new hybrids released each day. Then in the second week all the champions, now worn and injured were forced into one arena to kill each other. For weeks leading into this event Jett had considered the figures during his short naps between training. This meant he had to kill fifty-five other hyrbids to claim his rightful place as raining supreme-champion and lord of hybrid fighting. He smirked as his sabers grabbed onto his next victim and it's life.

This hybrid put up little fight - it was a left over from all the way back on day one. But it was too weak to do anything other than accept it's death - Jett had inflicted injury on it every day and now on the Seventh he would claim it's life and thus his place in the final fight off. But even this little victory was sweet, just like the taste of death in his mouth. For this rat (now that Jett thought about it this creature looked like it might have the ancient and sucessful species, 'rat' in it) had caused him hell and injured him, or at least his ego. It was too strong to kill on day one, so Jett's quick bite-and-run technique had really helped to sap it's strength. It's pulse died out but Jett still held the limp piece of meat in his mouth for a few more minutes, until there was a sharp jabbing sound and the prickle of an injection being shot into him from the safety of the stands. For a second Jett panicked and cursed, dropping his victim and surging forwards, but moments later his paws slowed down and came to a halt entirely.

Jett's ice-blue eyes quickly blinked back to attention, desperatley trying to regain focus. Walls. All around. Trapped. Jett lunged forwards, shoulder slamming hard. The walls were completely solid and un-moving. Frantically scanning the small walls his eyes darted to a little hole and he leaned in towards it. A sudden flash of bright pink made his hackles rise.
"Hey, hun. Sorry to scare you sweety," a deep growl.
Jett had nothing to say, so he just stood in place, eyes narrowing to tiny slits. No one called him hun or sweety. He didn't know who it was, but he had to warn them, so leaning back in towards the little hole he snarled.
"I'm not sweet. I kill, and if you don't watch it you're next on the list." He grinned smugly.

Before the ridiculously brightly-coloured creature in the crate next to him could respond, Jet felt the sway of his prison being moved. He let out another growl, to warn the bright one that if she was behind this she would be sorry. And then he was blinded by bright light, closely followed up by a heavy slam to the shoulder. Jett's automatic reaction was to flick himself away wildly. He landed on his feet and his vision faded back into focus. It was just the ground, not an enemy. But around him the six other hybrids were being carelessly tipped out onto the well-worn ground of the hybrid battle arena. Jett shot off, knowing that it would take a long time for him to get exhausted from running and by then the others would be too buisy fighting each other to notice him coming up from behind.

I am looking to adopt...

I sat on the couch, a small soft bundle of fur curled on my lap.
I loved Poki so much, I could remember every detail about the day I adopted him. He was curled up, looking sweet and innocent just as he was now, in a little kennel with a clear label; "P101."



[BOTH UNDER PROGRESS]

[dark dragon]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture: [imgOld Image[/img] note i have to use a old image the new one is giving my comp a hard time.
Kennel number: 34
Name: greyscale
Breed: lioness
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:i love lions but this is the most beutiful lion i have ever seen and i want to adopt her!
Personality: a confident hunter who is shy around strangers and othe lions.
Likes:hunting thunderstorms and watching the stars at night.
Dislikes: crocodiles dogs hyenas and floods.
History/Background: here is what i have so far: when greayscale was a cub the other lions dident like to be around her because of her strange coloration wouldent be good camoflage for hunting but after a very successful first hunt they told her she could stay but then humans with thunder sticks (hunting rifles) came and captured greyscale and the other lion cubs who where sold to rich humans or zoos around the world and eventualy she ended up here at the pound of hope.....to be continued
Art: none yet
Other: this is a major work in progress!

[Butter Dragon]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: 526
Name: bLUE bELL
Breed: flutter by
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
I made a poem.
I want it for its cuttness
Its eyes shine so so bright
I will cuddle her and snuggle her a when the day turns night
Her wings flutter for all to see
Oh please oh please oh please oh please. oh please give her to me.
Personality: Sweet and kind this flutter by never gose unoticed in a crowd.
Likes: Ice cream Songs poems friends and family clovers the number 12 and the color blue.
Dislikes: Dogs and cats Birds lawn mowers ungreatfull things.
History/Background: Lived in a loving home all her life but wants to find a new porch to live under so she made her way to the pound of hope for a new life.
Art: Is it requierd or optionall??
Other: Thanks!

[Junsui]

When does this round end?

[kartharon]

I am looking to adopt guard and protect...

Kennel P116: Czar

Basic Statistics

Full Designation ;;
царь Михей Руслан (Czar Micah Ruslan)

Alias ;;
Zar/Micah

- Meaning ;;
Czar [pronounched zar] meaning ruler
Micah [pronounced MY-kuh] meaning who is like the Lord
Ruslan [pronounced roos-LAHN] meaning lion-like
- Origin ;;
Russian

Age ;;
Undetermined

Gender ;;
Male ♂

Languages ;;
Russian, English, and he knows a hint of Slovac

Species ;;
80% Barbary Lion (panthera leo leo), 15% Javan Leopard (panthera pardus melas), and 5% Caspian Tiger (panthera tigris virgata)

- Cross Breed? ;;
Three different breeds
- Shape Shifter? ;;
No
- Conservation Status? ;;
Barbary Lion
EW: extinct in the wild
Javan Leopard
CR: critically endangered
Caspian Tiger
EX: extinct

Sexual Orientation ;;
Straight: currently not interested in a mate

Birth Date ;;
June


Birth Place ;;
Смоленское Поозерье (Smolenskoye Poozerye National Park): Smolensk Oblast, Russia

Current Residence ;;
Undetermined

Rank ;;
жулик (rogue)

Skills/Powers? ;;
Undetermined

Family Ties? ;;
All deceased




Physical Characteristics

Skin/Fur Complextion ;;
Ashen gray (#404040)

- Birthmarks? ;;
Blue splotch (#93E9ED) on bottom of right front paw
- Tattoos? Runes. ;;
Uruz (ooo-roose):
Physical strength and speed, untamed potential. A time of great energy and health. Freedom, energy, action, courage, strength, tenacity, understanding, wisdom. Sudden or unexpected changes (usually for the better). Sexual desire, masculine potency. The shaping of power and pattern, formulation of the self.
Nauthiz (now-these):
Constraint of freedom, distress, toil, drudgery, laxity. Necessity, extremity, want, deprivation, starvation, need, poverty, emotional hunger.
Raidho (rye-through):
Travel, both in physical terms and those of lifestyle direction. A journey, vacation, relocation, evolution, change of place or setting. Seeing a larger perspective. Seeing the right move for you to make and deciding upon it. Personal rhythm, world rhythm, dance of life.
Othala (oath-awe-law):
Inherited property or possessions, a house, a home. What is truly important to one. Group order, group prosperity. Land of birth, spiritual heritage, experience and fundamental values. Aid in spiritual and physical journeys. Source of safety, increase and abundance.
Isa (ee-saw):
Ego-mania, dullness, blindness, dissipation. Treachery, illusion, deceit, betrayal, guile, stealth, ambush, plots.
Kenaz (kane-awze):
Disease, breakup, instability, lack of creativity. Nakedness, exposure, loss of illusion and false hope.
- Scars? ;;
Long scar across the bridge of his nose, bottom of his right foreleg, and an x-shaped scar on the upper part of his right thigh.

Eye Color ;;
When under emotional stress, they glow a very light blue, (#C3DFE0) just like his runes, but when in a normal state, they are a deep ocean blue (#1960BD) instead.

Jewelry ;;
Bracelet on front left paw made up of twelve beads, every other bead engraved with the runes on his neck. When he is under stress, they begin to glow (sometimes shaking), and are believed to enhance the skill that will help most in his situation. (physical strength, patience, speed, exc.)

Accessories ;;
The flames that appear around or covering certain parts of his body when worked up. They are the color of his eyes when they glow and do not burn like real flames unless Czar intends them to.

Left/Right Handed ;;
Left

Height/Length ;;
H: 4' 8" at the shoulder (much taller than the average lion)
L: 10' 2" from head to tail (tail is about 3' long)

Weight ;;
490 lbs.

Build ;;
A very stocky build, his shoulders are broad and his head is much larger than most average male lions. Though he does not have a mane, the fur around his neck and shoulders is very thick, and serves the same purpose as a mane.

Health ;;

- Any Mental/Psychological Problems? ;;
No
- Any Physical Health Problems? ;;
Permanent blindness in right eye

Tempermant Characteristics

Actions towards... ;;

- Strangers? ;;
Czan is known for his mellow attitude, keeping to himself and greeting others only when needed. When he meets someone that he has never been fully introduced to before, he tends to just go with it, and msot of the time he is very friendly. If he or a friend is threatened by a stranger, he isn't so kind, and instead defends others around him.
- Friends? ;;
His friends, which he has very few of, Czar is very cautious about. Not cautious about his friends, but cautious about how much danger they may be in, if they aren't safe, exc. He tends to defend them in every situation, whether they want to be defended or not, and makes sure that no one touches them without his permission. He doesn't want to lose anymore of his loved ones.
- Family? ;;
When he used to have family, Czar actually blew them off, and took for granted that they were around and loving him. He would usually ignore the rules given to him, and when he was younger, he was reckless, taking off without permission or letting anyone know of his whereabouts. Because of this, his family was killed, and he regrets his actions. The incident in which is family was slaughtered is what has turned him into the mellow and clingy male today.

Summary of Personality ;;

- Lay of the Land ;;
Czar prefers to sit back and watch the action, instead of shove himself into it. When choosing spots during meetings, or groups, he tends to stick towards the back, keeping everything in front of him. He hates it when others get up behind him, or get inside of his "bubble", as this makes him feel a little bit wary, and he tends to flip out a bit. He likes having space and being able to see the lay of the land, without any interference from others.

- Touchy ;;
Although he is brave, he is pretty touchy, and just the slightest thing can set him off when a phrase hits home or strikes a nerve. At those points, he goes off my himself, and gives a very easily read aura of wanting to be left alone. Not only with jokes, but he doesn't like people pestering him, and he despises crowds, just because he is somewhat claustrophobic, and doesn't like having people practically up all over him. It just bothers him.

- Sarcastic ;;
Although Czar has a great sense of humor, it may at some points come out harsher than he intended, and he tends to hurt the feelings of others around him with his sarcastic attitude without even realizing it. He has been told several times before by Aglaya that he needs to tone down the crude humor quite a bit, but it never quite sinks in with him, and he goes right back to it. It is literally like a second nature, as well as a defense mechanism, to put a wall up and fire back sarcasm at people who are in the middle of talking to him.

- Natural Leader ;;
Known to take over the situation, Czar was born a natural leader and as soon as he is placed into a situation without a set leader, he takes over the roll, spitting out orders and commands as needed. He isn't rude about it, but gives off the aura that people need to obey what he says. Considering that he was raised by Aglaya, it's no surprise that he turned out to be one who likes to give orders and have others do his will.

- Decisions ;;
Although Czar has the habit of taking over, as soon as he has to decide between two things, he tends to back off a step. He may say that he doesn't like making decisions because he needs the input of those it affects, but the real reason is just that when he comes up to a cross road, he can't decide whether to go left or right, and that has become a major problem for him.

- Procrastinator ;;
Czar will do things.. But he will do them in time. Easily described as a procrastinator, most of the time, he is either too lazy to get up and do his jobs, either that, or he thinks that it's not that important, and he'll just put it off. The only time he really actually does his "chores" is when he has nothing else to do. But it has to be when he is bored out of his mind, or else he won't do them.

- Calm ;;
Though he may have the tendency to jump into situations, Czar does them with a level head, looking over outcomes. Even during danger, he stays calm and collected, showing no signs of fear or whatever other emotions may plague him. If it comes to someone yelling at him or getting up in his face, he doesn't respond with anger or violence, but instead just stands there with the best poker face he can muster. Most things don't bother him, so he responds with the thing that makes others even more angry.

- Straightforward ;;
When Czar wants to make a point, he makes it. He doesn't sugarcoat the words that come out of his mouth, he tells it right as it is. And because of this, just like his sarcasm, he can easily hurt someone's feelings and not even realize it. So, although his straightforward truth sometimes is the best thing to use, it can also be the worst, and is a curse as well as a blessing.

- Imaginative ;;
Surprisingly enough, Czar has an imagination brewing inside of his head day to day. His whole tribe and "family" believe in a group of gods that control the outcomes of every sitaution, and he is always hearing the phrase, 'Everything happens for a reason,' but he refuses to believe in the beings. His mind thinks on a different level, coming up with different explanations, "logical" explanations to unexplained situations. It's not until he actually meets a goddess that he realizes how wrong he was.

P.o.H. Requirements

Username ;;
Kartharon (Isa&Iki <3)

Reason of Wanting ;;
Okay,there is a pretty long story behind wanting this big guy.
I used to always flip through the characters available in the Pound of Hope every month or so, just to see the new aditions and winning forms and such and such. Every single time I found a character that drew me in, they were already adopted, or I just couldn't quite muster up anything to really want to fill out a form for that character. Don't get me wrong, I loved some of the designs, and they clicked, I'm just really quite the procrastinator and don't want to take the time to do stuff sometimes.
But I'll be honest. Every time that I looked through the cages, there was always this guy sitting there, and I always had to scroll back up and look at him for a moment before going on. Sure, I did this with other designs, but they were all tried out for and gone. But not him. For some reason, people always had incomplete forms in entering for him, or sometimes, no forms at all. And honestly, that really got to me when I looked this round. So this time, I decided, You know what, he just sits here every round. It feels like he needs someone to rescue him.
I call myself a canine girl, and I am in love with wolves, but I've always had a soft spot for big cats. And this guy, considering he looks exactly like those felines I love, I just figured that I had to try out for him. I apologize for the small form, but I prefer just hitting the main topics and the basics.
And another reason I want him, I've seriously fallen in love with his design, and although it's plain and simple, I have totally fallen head over heels with the... Well, unique look of his runes. My first question was, what do those symbols on his neck mean? And that's what I want others to ask when they see him.
And, after that long explanation, that's just really why I want this guy. Summed up the best I can. (:



Other

Story? ;;
The story has been started and it's now located here. (:

Art ;;
Apologies for no art either! Camera and scanner aren't quite working just right, so I have no way to get up art.

Notes ;;
The story is still a WIP, but it is coming along. I plan on making designs and forms for his partners, as well as I think I need to put out a design scheme on the gods and goddesses.
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[Azalesha]

I am looking to adopt...


Kennel number:
P34

Name:
Syis (Sigh- iss)

Species:
Lion (Pathera leo) possible tiger(Panthera tigris) genes.

Age:
Syis is 14(very young adult)

Birthday:
29th Feb

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
For me, this is the most perfect design, i can feel a rough personality, confident. Just perfect, I absolutely love her design and she caught my eye straight away, I have been looking for a character like this for sometime, a character with a rough but confident look about her, with an amazing design to go with it... a character for my Kutojail to fall in love with.
When I saw her I knew she was the one he would love, and she would love him back, they are both cold, icy designs, both have rough personalitys, Kutojail is shy. Syis however is confident and would help him have a good time, let him out of his shell.

For Syis, I would draw her, her dreams and her loves, she will acquire only freedom, life and love if she's takes this path, the path towards the pride that Kuto belongs.
I really want to give her the best home possible, she deserves it. If i win her she will take her place among many other well loved characters, I am an artist and i draw all my characters as much as i can, most of my art however isn't drawn on the computer. For every digital picture i draw of a character, there's about 10 traditional pictures of them My fursona for instance, has loads of digital drawings of her but i could probably count 1000's of traditional pictures i've done ;D

Also I'm designing a series of comics for my feline "pride" and i'd like to include her in them ;D

Personality:

Confident: Syis has grown a very confident attitude to life, why live without trying new things and meeting new people? Her confidence has led her into many realms of mischief and has made her many enemys, most people however love her confidence, as it's very contagious and often lifts spirits of those who catch it.

Stubborn: Yes, overwhelming confidence is often paired with stubbornness, Syis sticks to her guns until proven completely wrong, she doesn't like admitting she's wrong(and she rarely is) but she is fair and doesn't sulk about such things(much more awesome things to waste her time doing! 8D). Her advise would be to keep fighting and to never give up: For how would we live if we never fight for what is right?

Loyal/trusty: Loyalty is one of the most important things in life... in Syis's opinion, she would never betray anyone, her loyalty is so stong she would fight to the death for anyone she truely loved: For what is life if you cannot trust? What is life if you live in guilt?

Kind & sweet: Despite Syis's stubbon or overconfident attitude she's very kind, she'll make you feel at home if your in her company, Syis is very social and has many friends, mostly because she loves to travel and is confident enough to speak to random people. She knows full well that most of our pleasures in life are due to loving friends: For why live if you have no friend to keep company?

Likes:
The fresh air!
Water!
Watching passing clouds.
Freedom.
Trees.
Summer.
Spring.
Running free!
Exploring.
Adventure.
Kutojali!♥

Dislikes:
Caves.
Stuffy air.
Betrayal!
Pointless people.
Dull people.
Rules!
Boundarys.

History/Background:
For the most part Syis has been lucky, she has escaped the all to common cruelty and hate that many other poor souls have been made to endure, Syis was brought up by respectable parents and was treated kindly, her only sibbling was also reasonable... the only thing was, Syis loved to explore, she loved adventures, soon she was exploring far from home. She left home at the age of ten(this is a normal age in that world, most leave at 10 to 13), Syis and her friends explored far and wide, incountering many unusual species and people, she had many great adventures during this time but she never really had a home. She was always moving and leaving friends behind, soon most of her friends had started to settle down... she became worried that she'd never find a nice place to live or a mate to love.

After walking many miles she rested under a great oak tree, Syis curled up and slept, her dreams curled and drifted on the soft breeze taking her to perfect realms beyond the clouds. Soon she became aware of soft foot-falls disturbing the peaceful quiet of her imagination... a soft paw touched her shoulder and pulled her back into the real world. She lifted her head and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes... As Syis's eyes adjusted to the light a voice spoke out, "I have found, not a princess, but a queen! Queen of ice! Queen of fire! Awaken fair lioness!" said the voice, the words flowed through the air like water, yet were rough like stone.

She looked up to see an icy white lion standing in front of her, Syis stared, Did he?.. Did he just call me a Queen? She thought, "Who are you? And I am no queen!" she asked suspiciously.
"Me? Why, my name is Kutojali! And my fair lioness, to my eyes you are a queen! Why are you alone may i ask?" His eyes shone in the sunlight as he spoke.
"I am alone because i am no queen, however the sun is low in the sky, i only ask that you let me join your company and walk with you!" She smiled, "And my name is Syis."
"Syis?! Welcome! Your company is welcome! Let us talk as we travel" And with that, he turned and called his two companions.

They set of talking, and as the sun fell beneath the darkening world, Syis began to fall in love♥

Art:
When Syis is under the oak tree!
Random Syis awesomeness! >:D

Other:
Syis loves water unlike her lion ancestors(perhaps then she is more tiger than we suspect), therefore her favourite element was always water.
So Syis was the water, Kuto was the ice♥

I might still add some things but this form is finished!

Wow! First time applying for a charrie this way! 8D

[Ranua]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number: P126
Name:
Breed:
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
Art:
Other: