Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[Kittens of Evil]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P19
Name: Hileya
Breed: Hyena
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I want her 'cause she'd be perfect for my new 'sona. I will make an AMV (animated music video) for her.
Personality: Sassy but shy.
Likes: Heavy metal, root beer, fights.
Dislikes: Girly stuff.
History/Background: Grew up in a dog fighting range. Was placed in the pound and has been there ever since.
Art: WIP
Other:

[Aster]

I am looking to adopt and love for as long as I can...

Kennel number:

Kennel P38

Name:

Asoka

Breed:

A mixture of a red wolf and a aardwolf.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:

This creature's design... it's so beautiful. The earring, the distinctly colored hair, her beautiful, utterly unique pelt. I'm not a big fan of art, but I fell for Asoka after one look. I was merely curious when I first came upon this thread; not looking for a character at all. In fact, I found several other designs that appealed to me. But her, well, my vocabulary is not fit to describe what I felt when I first saw her. Few things inspire me, but I must admit, honestly, that she does. It's something about her... I've always been a sucker for things like her; it's hard to explain. Maybe the 'complicated, yet simple' look is what I mean. I hope that you'll believe my sincerity when I say that I'm not going to really look for many characters after her. Who knows? If I win her, she might be the only one. To be able to call her my own would make me very happy, and without a doubt I would take the best care I ever could of a character, perhaps even order art for her, even if I don't have many pets to offer. Due to Spotty's set rules for the adoption of Asoka, she will not in any way be my fursona, but merely a friend, a companion. I must confess (please don't think I'm crazy after you read the following words xD) I've fallen into the habit of pretending my characters (not in art; I'm an aspiring writer) are real. When my real friends make me cry and scowl, I know my characters will be there for me. In the ups and downs of life, she'll be here for me. She will become more than a character; but my friend, as stated above.

I will not be selfish if it comes to the point in which I can no longer care for her, but will gladly but sadly give her back to here, or to a trusted friend whom I am certain would care for her. Her story came to me so easily; even long after I was supposed to be asleep, I stayed awake thinking- no, remembering her tales. For a moment, I stared at the computer screen with a helpless expression, my fingers set on the keyboard, ready to type; but the words would not come. I scrolled up, and just looked at her. And the words then came. And came. I remember once, sitting down with a friend who also plays on CS. She would tell me all her plans, of how she was going to buy art and wasn’t it, oh, so gorgeous? I would smile, politely, really feigning interest. The art was beautiful but not my style. Once my friend figured this out, she literally cracked her knuckles with a determined expression, begged me to spend the night at her place, and then forced me to spend up to six o’ clock AM looking at the art shops on here. I didn’t find a thing. To be honest, up til now, I’ve thought something was wrong with me. Why could the things that attracted hundreds of other people not attract me? Why could I only see flaws, instead of the beauty that was being raved about? Asoka is perfect to me; really, it’s like she’s all ready a trusted consort of mine. I knew her personality immediately, her likes and dislikes. She's alive to me. I would do almost anything for her. I would draw fan art of her, even if I'm not a great artist and usually end up glaring at the computer after my tablet won't cooperate. I'll make a poem in her honor, write a full-length story. I just realized how sappy I've been sounding, but I assure you I will/would be willing to do anything you asked to make Asoka mine. <3

Personality:

Headstrong;
Stubborn;
Lazy;
Over-Confident;
Flighty;
Thief

Loud-mouthed & Outspoken. There once was a male who said in front of Asoka that girls were meant to be quiet, and demure. As you might suspect from the bold words, Asoka did not take this kindly. She was never taught to think before speaking, and therefore is prone to bursting out with rude, rather hurtful words that get her point across, but usually send the animal she was speaking to storming away either in tears, or blinded with fury. She has also made a habit of speaking out when someone gets her temper up; she won't stand for seeing her friends get tossed around, so sometimes this part of her personality is both a blessing and a curse.

Temperamental & Contumacious. She has a fiery temper, and it's easily stoked; she doesn't take any particular care to contain her bad attitude. Asoka's very headstrong, and stubborn. She won't admit she's wrong even when she is, but instead persists in the illusion that she is right about everything, and knows everything about the world. She will be willfully disobedient; she'll purposefully go against someone's wishes, and violating someone's personal space is one of her bad habits. Her stubbornness has landed her in plenty of trouble before, and it is likely to do so in the future.

Flighty & Indolent. As the prior two words might insinuate, Asoka is not one for working hard, and many times she has promised someone something, only to 'forget' later on, usually once she realized it required some type of effort. She's very irresponsible and light-minded. This is certainly not someone who could be called, 'mature,' and 'someone to depend on.' It's quite the opposite. Those mature go out of their way to avoid her, as she makes light of everything, and the only thought on her mind is to figure out how much fun she can have. If she was a human, she could possibly be diagnosed with being bipolar; she changes moods quite often, sometimes without warning.

Manipulating & Charismatic. Asoka's a talker, not a doer. She'll promise you the world as long as you give her what she wants; but, of course, she won't follow through. She has a rather lower voice than the average female, but it's very lulling, and - particularly when she wishes it to be - can sound strikingly persuasive. She's very charming, though, as you'll find out later on, quite the little liar. As she’s intelligent, she can usually figure out ways to get herself in what looks like a good situation, but turns out horrible, but can’t get herself out.

A Liar & Thief. Somewhere along the way, she's fallen to stealing things. It's not as if she hasn't got enough, but she's easily made envious, and angry, and is known to say, plaintively, 'It's not fair! Why should those snobby canines have all the fun?!' Her father was a known thief; she obviously takes after him, in both looks and talents. She's a born liar, perfectly moving her facial features around to express the emotion she wants. Many a canine have been persecuted do to this particular aspect of her personality.

Social & Friendly. She scares people off with her bad-girl reputation. But, I promise you, she's overall friendly, and willing to be your friend as long as you don't expect her to change. She has no fears of talking in front of other people, and so is considered to be one of the more social canines her age. She'll take a chance on the new canine, but be warned: she won't come crawling back if you hurt her.

Self-Reliant & Self-Righteous. This aspect of her personality is very strong in her. She's both independent and proud; she will refuse favors even if she's on the point of death, thinking to herself: I can find my own way in this world. She's been proven this isn't a good thing, and has sworn she'll change; though, of course, she hasn't and will not, despite whatever she says.

Easily Offended & Vain. She's very easy to offend. If you say 'hello,' but offer only a bittersweet smile to accompany it, she'll fly into a rage of some sort. 'What was that supposed to be?' she'll snarl in return. 'If you don't want to meet me; don't.' All though she says that she doesn't think she's beautiful, she does. Well, sometimes. When it's been a particularly bad day, she'll hate her face, but if it's been a good day, she'll love herself. It's complicated.

Likes:

Rainy days. She's an oddball, all right. When the other canines are moaning about how they can't go out in the rain, Asoka will just smile, and watch the falling drops. She finds joy in it, even though she has no one to share it with.

Trust. Trust is one of the things most important to her. She finds it hard to trust other canines now, and many a times has found herself in a tough situation without a friend.

Hunting. She finds solace in hunting. The thrill of the chase, the pride of taking down an animal successfully - this is one of her few joys in life. It's an escape for her.

Magic. Everything of the ancient arts fascinates her. Ever since she had her own power taken away, she's tried desperately to get them back, but to no avail.

Fire. Once, when she was still barely two weeks old, there was a forest fire. Instead of running away like she should have, she went right up to it, and stuck her paw in it. Of course, it hurt like anything, and to this day you can see where she was burned at, but she still has a strange liking for flames.

Being Dominant. Whatever she's in, she loves to come out on top. In battles - she must win. In hunting - she has to catch the most succulent prey. Even though this particular liking of hers conflicts with her naturally indolent nature, most of the time it straightens itself out.

Winning respect. As one might expect, after her chaos of a history, no one trusted her, much less respected her. Due to this, she's often quite depressed, but usually brings herself out of the feeling by telling herself, determinedly, "I just have to work at it, and soon they'll see I'm not like that anymore."

Adventure. Asoka is easily bored, and not easily entertained. Like all young canines, she's fancied that she's special, and will leave an everlasting mark on the world eventually. She hopes to find it one day after a grueling adventure.

Dislikes:

Snow. She doesn't know what it is about snow, but it annoys her to death. It's too cold for her; it's too wet; everything seems to wrong on a day when it's snowing.

Romance. What's the point of love? Of course, she's never had a relationship, but this seems pointless and stupid.

Betrayal. Just, no. While Asoka is definitely not perfect, she won't ever be betray you. She's mostly trustworthy in this aspect.

Arrogance. Though slightly arrogant herself, Asoka can't stand others who are like this. Most of the time, she will feign indifference upon meeting on e whom does this, or curse them out.

Her looks. She hates how she looks. Why can't she be pretty, have a better figure, just be beautiful? In a way, she has her own charm, but it's different from most other canines.

Losing. If there's one thing she hates: it's losing. It will drive her up a wall if she loses, even if it's a simple thing like messing up and missing a rabbit on a hunt.

History/Background:

I was never one for fairytales.
I never believed that when things went wrong, I could rely on a prince.
I never believed in ‘happily ever after’.

In my world, I was the queen – me, Asoka. I was the one to make the decrees, to tell what canines could and could not do. I was rude; abrasive; and blunt. I was selfish; indolent; and proud.
They hated me.
They hated my soft cream fur that I was so vain of, my pretty turquoise eyes, my dark ‘socks.’ But most of all they despised my markings, which had appeared on my shoulders upon birth.
I was born on the day of remembrance; it was said that from sunrise to sundown on that day, the spirits of our fallen were given free reign. They could cause mischief, they could watch over their live loved ones. No one knew what would happen.
Supposedly, for a pup to be born on that day was a bad omen.
I, of course, have no memory of my birth day, but I’ve heard the tale. My mother tells it to me, all though she doesn’t want to. I give her no choice.
She always starts it off like this: “Everyone was uneasy the day of your birth. Here I was – close to giving birth, and the elder healer had pronounced early that morning it was likely to be soon. I was nervous. I, like every member of the Aviak, had heard the tales of pups who’d been born on the day of remembrance. They were tales of murder, and betrayal; of crippled, ill canines who died after a month. I prayed to our gods that you wouldn’t come on that day. But you did.”
She usually stops nearing this point, and then continues among the lines of:
“It was nearing nightfall when you made your first appearance to the world. Most of the elders were there, and one broad-shouldered male had looked at me grimly, and said in a low undertone to the canine beside him: ‘Only one pup? We should get rid of the whelp now. It’s never a good thing to only have one. Chaos and destruction are the only things that can come out of this birthing.’
The female’s response came quickly. ‘Let’s let Sviene do the reading. Then we’ll see.’
Sviene was an old wolf hybrid. I remember all too vividly her brown eyes: wild and unfocused. Her gaping maw showed yellowed teeth connected by glossy strings of saliva. Her pelt was disheveled and sullied. My heart was pounding as she moved towards me; and, more specifically, you. I had no idea what was going on. Every birth ritual is strictly secret, so I had had no warning of what was to come. Only the mother, and maybe the father if the elders approve, are allowed to be present.
Despite my protests, which I quickly stopped after a dark look from Sviene, she nosed one of your paws over – so that your pad was up. After that, everything was quiet. She just stared at it for a while.
And then she spoke.
‘I see a long life.’ With that, she gently touched your paw with a ragged black claw. Tracing the outline of your pad, she continued. ‘I see a natural leader; vain at heart, but also kind.’ With a glance at me, she added, ‘I see a shadowed figure that will try to convince her to stray from the right path. Later on, I see a significant decision she must make. And I see pandemonium and a dark battle following in her wake.’
Silence greeted her words, I remember. I was both terrified and proud – the choice, the dark prediction of mayhem following you scared me. Hearing how you would become a natural leader, however, I was choked with pride.
That’s when it happened.
A cackle of mad laughter broke the tense atmosphere, loud and somehow seeming to come out of nowhere; it was all around us. Then it stopped as suddenly as it had started.
One elder male gasped, and burst out, ‘Look at her shoulders.’ Two identical markings had appeared on your shoulders. They resembled wings.
Sviene looked grave. ‘She has been marked.’
I drew you closer to me, as if I could protect you from all the evils in the world. ‘For the good or the bad?’ I questioned nervously.
She looked me right in the eye, and said, ‘For the bad.’”

As I grew older, it was clear that I was different. I could make other animals do what I wanted. I could twist their minds to succumb to my will. I could make them bow down to me. The other whelps avoided me. When I came, their mothers and fathers hustled them out of the way. They were scared of me.
And I relished it.
I think somewhere in me, I felt sorrow for what I was doing. But the voice in my head – I’d heard it ever since I’d received the marks – urged me on. It told me, “They’re scared of you because you have more power. They’re the underlings, and you their lord. It’s right for them to fear you.”
I believed in what the voice was saying. It advised me constantly, and I listened. It told me how to hone my powers, and I followed its instructions. I was curious about the voice's identity, and frankly just where it was coming from, but the voice rebuked me, and told me the knowledge wasn't needed.
With it counseling me, I was unstoppable.
The first time I remembered seeing the voice’s true power was the night I almost died.
The evening had started in a fine way. I’d been served a plump rabbit from one of the wolves under my command, and afterwards started to wash myself in my den. Absently, I licked one paw, and then dabbed an ear. Crack.
My ears immediately angled toward the noise. I wasn’t nervous, but curious, as I rose and padded calmly towards the exit of my den. It sounded like it was coming from directly outside.
As soon as I burst into the open, they were upon me.
Something hit my right flank, hard, and I was flung to the left. “What the—” I gasped. As one might expect, all the air was then knocked out of me as I landed heavily on one side. A weighty paw then transcended down on my throat. I took in my three assailants with a narrowed gaze – they were crowded around me, all brutish males with muscular anatomies, leering down at me - an angry growl building in my throat.
“Who are you?” I snarled, writhing beneath the foot. There was no answer, but one of the males dared to spit in my face with a satisfied smirk. I should be worried, but they looked as if they planned to drag it out: I had time.
My fury was escalating by the minute, but I tried to calm myself; my gift wouldn’t work otherwise. As I sucked in a deep breath, and worked at suppressing my rage, I shut my eyes. Calm yourself, Asoka, I told myself urgently. As I cleared my mind, I heard one of the males hiss, “The witch is using her curse. Stop her!” I barely had time to process this, and wonder what he meant, when the paw was pushed deeper into my esophagus, effectively cutting off my windpipe. Due to it not being removed for several minutes’, blackness began to edge my consciousness.
When it was finally lifted, I felt extremely light-headed.
“We should just get on with it,” one of them muttered. Evidently the other two were in agreement, judging by their murmured assents.
“I’ll do it,” the first speaker announced. Do what? Then it hit me. Duh. Kill me.
And I could do nothing but wait for my death.
My power wouldn’t work if I was feeling strong emotion. And the panic that coursed through my veins was certainly strong.
I felt fear, and rage, and, of course, the prior mentioned panic. I had little to no hope to quelling the emotions in time. For the first occasion in my life, I was helpless.
I cracked my eyes open, deciding to go at least with a brave face.
What I saw astonished me.
All three laid dead with broken necks. As I gaped in silent wonder, the voice spoke, resounding through my head. It sounded amused. "You should be more careful, little Asoka. I won't always be there to help you."

The only other significant event happened when I turned five years old. After my almost-assassination I tightened my hold on our pack, the Aviak. I demanded every canine either swear loyalty to me, or be exiled - or worse. I had strengthened my control over my gift (with the help of the voice), and could use it even when my feelings were running high. No canine dared to rebel against me. Well, almost every canine. The one exception was my mother.
She lived with me, quiet and seemingly demure. I labored under the delusion that she was proud of me.
I never saw how she watched me when I couldn't see her, with flat eyes, or heard her small sighs that were the very sound of sorrow.
After reading my fortune two years before, Sviene had moved to the outskirts of our territory, rarely making an appearance in our camp. I allowed her to live in peace there, mostly because I believed she could cause no trouble; I thought that she was weak. It was barely spring when she came calling at my den - wanting to see my mother.
"If it suits your wishes, of course," she murmured. I shrugged; what was the harm? As she started to hobble deeper in the cave which I'd claimed as my den, I studied her with some interest.
The years had not treated her kindly. She could barely move, her limbs were so stiff, but her eyes were as bright as they ever had been. Her fur was sticking up every which way, with bits of twigs here and there.
I had no intention of eavesdropping; at first. But a fragment of one of their sentence's managed to reach my ears, and it immediately made me curious. For I was the topic of their discussion.
On quiet paws, I edged my way closer to the inner chamber where they were conversing.
"You really think we could do it?" That was my mother; her voice was bright, happy. Hopeful.
"Of course, you foolish canine!" Sviene snipped in response. "Why do you think I'd bother saying so if it wasn't?"
"Sorry, sorry." I could tell my mother's full attention wasn't on her guest. Her voice sounded breathless with excitement, and somehow distant.
"Come, let's get started."
If I had known what had been going on (later on, I'd blame the voice. Why hadn't it warned me?) I would've jumped out and put a stop to it immediately. But I knew nothing. Until it was too late.
You see, Sviene was a practitioner in the ancient arts. They weren't forbidden, but they might as well have been, since all canines considered them to be evil. They required extreme mental and physical strength, and most of those who dared to try out ended up dead.
Sviene had entered the world of magic, and lived to tell the tale - and which her own powers, she took away my own.
Later on I'd figure out how she'd done it; and even more.
When I was a pup, our dark god who was bound by no name, and simply called by none, had chosen me. He had infused in me a little of his own power. Even if I hadn't noticed - it came naturally to me - I had had superior speed and strength compared to those who were rather banal. Notice the past tense?
Sviene had called upon another of our gods. Our one paternal goddess, in the middle of all the war gods and hunting goddesses, who appeared upon command in the shape of a young, full-blooding wolf with lush golden fur and yellow eyes like molten gold.
She had came down to Earth in a spiral of perfumed smoke, and when at last touched paws to firm ground, inquired in a deceptively sweet voice, "What is it you wish, mortal?"
It was my mother who Sviene forced to answer; and she did, even if she was hastily falling to her knees in respect, and trembled when her own green eyes met the goddess's.
She stammered out, "I-I wish to ask for assistance in..."
The goddess heard her out patiently; and at when long last my mother had finished, and with one last dip of her head backed up next to Sviene, she heaved a long sigh, and replied, "He's up to his old tricks then. Yes, mortals, I shall help you. Now, listen carefully so I can tell you what to do..."
What they did was simple.
They siphoned my powers away, leaving me feeling weak and drained. The voice disappeared with it. After they finished, the goddess took in the pent up energy herself.
Apparently, other's gods'/goddess' magic did not affect another immortal.
Without my gift, I realized how useless I really was. Due to the years spent honing my ability, I had let my hunting and fighting skills dissipate. I couldn't feed myself, or protect myself.
Luckily, my mother managed to sooth everyone and I was allowed to remain in our pack, albeit reluctantly, but I was just one of the crowd now. Nothing made me special.
I still had my markings, but they were simply that now: markings.


And so began to the first day of the rest of my life...

Art:

(I'm sorry (edited, because I think I found out), I don't have the printer/fax machine to upload my drawing of her. :X)

Other:

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and considering me. <3

[corgie]

I am looking to share the story of...

"Every silver lining has a cloud."
~Mary Kay Ash

Kennel number: P19

Name:
Kato

Breed:
Striped Hyena Husky Hybrid ( theres also a trace of german shepherd in her blood as well )

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
She's very pretty, and I completely adore her design! I want her to be a tough female, who really isn't that tough when you get to know her. She was forced to fight, being in a group of strong defensive females who only cared about themselves and other females. Having not interest for males other than reproduction they treated them like dirt. Kato is very well designed, and I'd like to write plenty of poems about her and draw her during my classes.

Personality:

Basically
Snide, Boastful, Filled with Pride, Quick Thinking, Smart, Crabby, Rude, Jealous.


In Depth
Kato is mean, and cruel she is considered heartless like her mother but she surely isn't. Her father knows it, along with Fallon who loves her. Kato is next in "throne" to be the pack leader, which makes Hera very angry and jealous. Cackle left her pack to join Hera as the Second Leader which didn't happen she was appointed the second highest rank and won't be the pack leader unless Kato and Hera die. Kato isn't stupid and knows Cackle plans on killing them both, Kato plans on changing everything anyway. She still has less respect for males than females but she is sweet on the inside with a thick hard shell.

Kato is also jealous, and filled with a lot of pride. She often boasts over small catches that will feed the pack for a day, and she can be very crabby. She wins most arguments with her quick thinking and is smart especially when war is happening between the eastern pack. The eastern pack is a pack of goody-to-shoes which Cackle came from. Hera also came from that pack, but she hated the respect males where given as in her mind females were obviously stronger. They may have been but she left anyway, and started wearing jewelry made from gold which was stolen from tribes of people.

+++Postive+++
Brave : Kato is brave, and won't back down from a fight she thinks she can win. She is often the first to do something, as others follow in her paw prints.
Smart : Kato is quick thinking, and quick reacting. She is intelligent, more so than her mother, and especially Cackle. Cackle doesn't think before she does things and usually its stupid, which Cackle now has many scars.
Leader : Kato is very good at leadership, she's smart and isn't afraid to put herself in front of danger to protect those she loves.

---Negative---
Jealous : Kato is very jealous, and gets jealous very easily. She always got things when she was little and gets jealous when others get what SHE wants before she gets it.
Boastful : Kato boasts, a lot. About everything she boasts and a lot of the pride members hate her for it, she brags about every catch she gets and its usually a good one.
Hatred : Kato is filled with lots of hatred, most of it is because of her jealousy. The rest, is from her mother.

Likes:
~> Traveling Alone
~> Rain
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Dislikes:
~> Her pack
~> Heat
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History/Background:

Important Characters // Cast
~> Liam - A funny, nice hyena male. "Mate" to Hera, Father of Kato.
~> Hera - Pack leader; Kato's mother
~> Fallon - One of the other males, 1 year older than Kato; Likes Kato
~> Cackle - Helps Hera with decisions // Second in Command

As the sun rose, Hera lay silently sleeping her pup Kato played around in the grass. Cackle watched them and knew she could take the throne easily just like that but if Hera woke up which she was going to soon enough Cackle would be in trouble.



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Art:
WIP (its going to be uncolored traditional for now)

Other:

[Tiikeria]

Make sure you guys are reading Spotty's prefs; hyenas are not canines, and Spotty specifically requests that the character must be a canine. You can make it a canine x hyena mix however.

As for the chat, my Internet is down, so I'm trying to get the Tinychat app. As of right now, though, I can't get back on the chat. :C

[corgie]

Make sure you guys are reading Spotty's prefs; hyenas are not canines, and Spotty specifically requests that the character must be a canine. You can make it a canine x hyena mix however.

As for the chat, my Internet is down, so I'm trying to get the Tinychat app. As of right now, though, I can't get back on the chat. :C

Oh oops D: sorry ^^;

Edited!

[Tiikeria]

It needs to be a specific breed of canine, as well, Corgi. ^.^;;

[corgie]

Should be completely fixed now ^^;

Sorry for the trouble ;o;

[Tiikeria]

It's okay~! :3

Anyway, Tiki is streaming a new summery header for PoH, if anyone would like to watch and throw in their input~! ^.^

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[min yoongi]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P34
Name: Noax
Breed: Eurasian Wolf (Canis lupus lupus) x Italian Greyhound
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Ask anybody I Roleplay with, or anybody that knows me, actually, how often I get emotionally attached to my characters, but I usually get detached quite easily, I stopped mourning over my RP charrie's death a minute after she was killed by the Black Death. After I get detached from a character, they usually go to the deepest and most numb parts of my imagination; completely forgotten and thrown away like last night's dinner scraps into the trash, never to see the light of the day and the beauties of the world again.
Something in her awoke the exact same feeling I get when I'm about to get attached to a charrie. But this time, I feel this time it's going to last much, much longer... Just like I knew when I made my Fursona 9 months ago.
Noax...
Maybe it was the design that got me, or perhaps the stance she was pictured in, playful yet a bit reserved at the same time? Who knows what got me, but I sure did fall in love with her at first sight, and I want her because I feel a deep bond connecting between me and Noax.

If I get lucky enough to take this little beauty home, she would have a great part in a book I'm writing and will be sharing the spotlight on my character thread with my Fursona, always getting the most art, places in RPS/stories and whatnot <3
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
The cobblestone streets of Northern Italy glimmered in the dim moonlight that slipped trough the dense clouds that covered the sky, coloring it in a silky grey color, almost bordering on silver. A slow, steady song echoed trough the town.
Art:
Other: This form is a heavy WIP~

[lillylove90]

Please help,I really want to adopt!Just,I dont get how!PLEASE explain!