Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[mirage.]

Does the word limit apply to just the background or the whole form? :3

[MirrorMask]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
8
Picture:
See front
Name:
Swirls
Species:
Kayrah
Personality:
She well be curios and different.She keeps to herself but will act out if needed.She be harsh and snappy at you.Awhile strict,she could be helpful and kind but rarely.She would fight with you and be brave standing up to you.Do not get mad or be mean to her, you will get her revenge.Cocky and mean,she'll kill and fight.

Likes:
Strangers,dieing,stormy weather,no fun,being hurt (anyway),being alone.
Dislikes:
Living,Having fun and having lots of friends.

Background
Family:
Mother:Dead
Father:Unknown
Brother:Alive
Sister:None
Other:Unknown

Swirls looked around
the sound of yells and screams of terror ringed her ears.Blood rivers swirled and twirled around her.She her felt the scared pounding of paws and the snap of bones.
She couldn't take it no more she yelled "STOP!"The noises the blood spill did,but their moving didn't they circled in the brush growling ,snarling,hissing,whispering "Kill Kill Kill."
Swirl filched and said "Get me with your best shot."
They all sprang out,looking like fleets of arrows,they all showed their fangs and claws snarling.
Swirls began to glow,he marking shined like stars,her eyes gave of a silver mist,they unlocked the inner power...the power to kill.
Swirls woke up a little later shaking her head,she notice she was covered in blood,surrounded in it too.She looked around at the dead bodies and looked shock and surprised.Her eyes fill with tears and she whined and whimpered "What am I!"
The days following
were worst for the young Swirls,everyone ignored her or threaten her,she ran and ran far from life,the others,everything she knew.She sat in long depression wondering and wondering what have gone wrong ,what did she do?She didn't remember about what she did during the battle.She swore revenge,she have not done anything wrong and the treated her like dirt.She roared growled "Revenge it is!" and thunder crackled above.
More days pasted
and Swirls planed her revenge,the day of she marched covered in armor,and her face fill with rage she marched into the den site and said "I want blood."
The another look at her scarily and said "Why?"
"Because i didn't kill those lives." Swirls snarled
"Then who did.' asked a young one of her kind name Juy.
"My demon side did,and I about to unleash her." Swirls snapped
The eldest said "No no need,I'm sorry the young ones said what they did but they were upset you don't need blood."
Swirls hissed "I need their blood." and ran passed they biting into Juy's neck and pulled his head off,letting it roll off,she smiled with blood covered teeth,and snarled "Anyone else?"
"No master." Said the eldest "We serve you." and he dropped do his belly.
Swirls smiled and said "better,I got all i need now." and she laughed


I would like to adopt!
Number:
6
Picture:
See front
Name:
Daze
Species:
Smili
Personality:
He is confusing and different,he is amusing and fun.He is very curios and awesome.He is hyper and a ball of energy.He is funny and cool,helping.He is caring and kind and very very goofy and bubbly.He is not brave and won"t fight he is a peacemaker and will get involved he he really has to.
Likes:
Having lots of fun.He loves to laugh and have a great time.He likes to watch the sun rise ,he likes to get dirty and play around.He really likes to help out and gathering herbs and food.he likes to be busy but he also likes to relax and sleep.He likes to be surround by his friends,or family.
Dislikes:
Fighting between anyone and everyone,Strangers,dieing,stormy weather,no fun,being hurt (anyway),being alone.
Background:
You know the saying
"Did your mother drop you on your head?" Yeah I guess you do.Well never say that again because in this stroy it did happen nd well it screw up life,but I won't tell you the whole story you'll have to read.....here we go!
Daze opened his confused eyes,
everything was truning and swirling he yelled "Whoah" but his eyes cleared up he could see straight,he looked up the tree and saw his mother shocked face she hissed "Get away !"
and he asked "Why your my mother?"
She hissed back "Never again what you did was unthinkable!"
Daze was confused like usally but he didn't know what he did with one more hiss from his mother he randid so ran off scared of his mother,he didn't want revanged or to know badly from her he was fine.
She allowed him to live and be free and be wild then being sturck up in a tree nest that his mother thought was better then a land den.He stopped running and laid panting but a wonder floated threw his head.He shook his head and said "Forget it." and he smelled the air like his mother used to do before hunting in the trees,his mother did the oppsite of any other Smili mother.
But still the memorie of his mother and the thoughts,wonders of what he did linged in the back of his head.He shooked his head once again and said "Maybe some hunting will make me forget." he sniffed the air,the smell of a sparrow flooded his nose,he licked he chops and stalk carefully in the underbrush trying to keep a down wind.The sparrow hopped into sight and turned it's back facing him.
Daze was going to go for the kill but is eyes burred and swirled,he was in a daze.He whimpered sending the sparrow rocking up into the sky.
He whined and his sight came back,he saw there was no more sparrow and he growled at himself.He dropped onto his back and laid his paws on his eyes and whined "Oh why me?"
"Yeah why you?" said a voice.
Daze blushed and look around and growled "Who's there."
"No body to have a fright over." said the voice
"Don't be smart with me." Daze hissed
"Oh ssh I'm right here." the voice appeared out of a brush,it was black with a silk coat and ice killer blue eyes it added "Hello I'm Kio."
Daze smelled the air and said "Your a female?"
"Yes what else would i be?!" She growled but broke into a giggled and smiled.
Daze had to smiled, and he said "I'm Daze."
"I can see that look at your fur it is all mix and confusing." Kio said but she added "Do you mind if we can be traveling buddies?"
"Why why not?" Daze said
"Oh my thanks,I'm going hunting you wait here i'll be back in no time." Kio squealed as she raced away.
Daze smiled and nodded,curling in a ball and fell asleep.
Daze!Daze wake up!" Kio yelled
Daze eyes shot open and he his head popped up and he said 'What!?"
Kio said "Thank goddes I thought you were dead!"
Daze looked at her in a cold and tried stare and said "Oh thanks you caught anything."
Kio nodded and tossed him a rabbit.
Daze catched it in his paws and bite in loving ever bite.
Kio watched and said "Hunters are coming."
"What when!" Daze yelled tossing his rabbit away.
Kio said "Now."
As she said that a bunch of humans brusted into the clearing,there were about five two shot Kio and one shot daze.
Kio whimpered and fell with a harsh Boom
Daze hissed and wasn't going down that easy,two more bullet rushed foward. Dazes eyes sight mixed up again,and he laid on his belly dodging the bullets,his eye sight came back.
He grabbed kio by the scuff and dragged her away,he heard the humans say "They aren't worth it,I think some deer are near by who's with me!"
"Me,""Me,""Heck yeah!""Yeah!""Alway the way bro."
Daze settled Kio far from the humans,he looked at herand said "Kio?Kio!"
Kio didn't breath her fur felt cold,two bullet wound near her chest.
Daze closed his eyes and said "Kio even if we didn't knwo each other for long I love you at first sight."
Kio's eyes opened an she said "Same feeling for you bud." and she grinned

[Toadfoal]

Does the word limit apply to just the background or the whole form? :3

I'm pretty sure it's the whole form, at least, I think that's what Atwood told me?

[Atwood]

Mostly it just applies to the background, but if the rest of the form is very long, like a Personality that's 300 words, then that starts being included in the word count, too, since otherwise people might start squeezing 2000-word-long essays into Personality and then having the full 2500 words in Background, too. o.O For the most part, I don't include Personality, Likes/Dislikes and such in the word count unless they're getting massively long.

[iBrevity]

Number: #3.

Name: Makana Maui [ma-KANA mau-E].
Species: Smili.

Personality:
Being so exceedingly serious, calm, and resolved, Maui can sometimes be accidentally confused for an adult. She holds none of the childish innocence that many her age would cling to, and instead have sharply attuned eyes that have seen many more then most.
She is incredibly stubborn and this shows through in multiple ways. She is not easily convinced by others to change her beliefs or even something simple such as an opinion. Not being so easily swayed makes her a unique target for the swindling thieves that stalk some of the most popular routes she travels, and normally at this point of time she finds the great entertainment of tricking the tricksters.
Maui has simple tastes that come in normally expensive forms. It is oddly easy to please her, but normally the sacrifice will strike randomly later, and this makes her almost dangerous to be compassionate to.
Her differently colored pelt has given her an ulterior motive, and Maui can be found most of the time stalking around colonies and avoiding them. She knows very well that she is much too different to be accepted, and while deep down she revolts against this burdening title, she refuses to wander into a tribe with it.
Despite how she looks, Maui is actually surprisingly sensitive. She takes offense from small insults and tucks it away, hiding it. This has a tendency of backfiring on her and she will explosively blow up in passionate rage at whoever had been causing most of the pain she’d been feeling.
Likes:
Maui is multi-versatile; she likes many things. The simpler things in life are what are rewarded with the greatest happiness from her. She absolutely adores warm weather with a soft breeze, like the calm days she remembers from her birthplace. The flowers that her pelt is deduced from, and just overall purple flowers, can always earn a smile from her. Like the delicate feathers that adorn her tail, Maui is attracted to all things the same color, or near the same shade, of her own fur. She adores the unique shades of gold that can be found on most human jewelry and such, and whenever she travels through a place she has been known to collect the discarded rings and necklaces there to admire.
Dislikes:
Most of her dislikes stem from the morbidity of her history. She dislikes, and distrusts, mostly every male there is, no matter the species nor age and experience. She hates spoiled strangers, as there is no such thing as a spoiled friend to her. Maui is normally distant from civilizations, so she tends to resent those that get to live in the comfort den of its shelter. She’s rather envious of all members of tribes and colonies, and this shows through both her discomfort around them and her overall dislike of their status and life.

Background:
I have received strange looks for my coloration since the day I left my birthplace and branched in different communities. At the beginning I did not understand it. Why should I be classified as unique because my pelt was such a deep and passionate color? I began to shy away from civilizations, confusing their ignorance with dislike, and chose a more nomadic tale. I have not spun many stories about my travels before, but perhaps I shall choose to weave one now. Sit back, little child, and listen well, for I will only speak these words once in my lifetime.


21 Years Earlier…
[Please note. Sections of this folklore will have to be fabricated from stories I have been told by others, for I was not here for some of it.]
I was born to parents who knew nothing of heartbreak and were fascinated with love. They had found solace in one another and nobody else, and had been by the other’s side for years before. Ever since childhood the couple had been friends, and over the winding years of life, both sought to keep that relationship strong.
As adulthood spirited their souls and lengthened their forms, a new kind of affection hit, and my mother uncovered a startling symphony of love in my father’s gaze. They clashed with passionate minds and sharp personalities, and although it made many wonder how two solely different beings could fall in love, there was always kindle between them to stoke the lavish fire.

My mother had once been the kind of young girl who constantly spread the rumor that she would never have pups. She was never interested in cultivating a family and having that responsibility, for she had been fostered as a sort of wild, untamed girl.
My father had always been the kind of boy who had dreamed of the children he would one day sire and raise. He had always been daydreaming about the possibilities before him, fabricating names for the sons and daughters he would someday have.
With beliefs so differing, in the beginning there were many skirmishes. My mother constantly fought him on it, making an exception to her private rule to never scream for him for this particular strain of bickering.

Spring rolled around in the beautiful island of Hawaii and my father awoke to my mother’s quiet, smooth singing voice. He had not heard the orchestra in months, near since the beginning of his quest for fatherhood, and so for a few minutes he lay in utter silence, just listening.
When he got up and investigated, he found my mother humming lullabies to a tiny cub curled against her stomach. This was the first morning of my existence.
The litter had been so small, and my mother in such good shape from constant daily activity, that neither had even known. Once my father’s surprise wore off, he worried over my mother, fretting that she would be unhappy with the cub and swear it off. But my mother had changed as she saw me tucked into her soft stomach fur. As she looked up at my father with dancing gold eyes and a curved smile, she said boldly, “Her name will be…Makana.”
My father, familiar with the Hawaiian language, instantly recognized my name as meaning, simply, “gift”. He couldn’t help the small smile. But, of course, as I learned growing up, he never really knew when to just shut his mouth. So, with a sly smile and a submissive head bow, he asked softly, “I’ve always wanted a daughter named Maui.” He expected a heavy barrage of temperament from his darling mate, but all he got was warm, honeysuckle laughter.
“Makana Maui it is.” She purred softly.


13 Years Earlier…
On the pinnacle of adulthood, I remember a specific memory rather fondly. My toes were buried in the toasted sand, soft, salty waves lapping across my ankles like an old friend giving a hug in greeting.
I was eight years old at the time, and the local colony had been warning my parents for months now that I was nearing the age when normally younglings my age left. I don’t presume they ever wanted me to actually know about the conversations they were having with the other families, but I had grown clever in my years and could sneak about like a passing shadow.
Wrinkling my nose in distaste, I absently shook my head to myself. I disliked the colony. Their prying eyes would always stare hard at me like I was some sort of freak, gleaming glares or inquisitive glances. I tried to avoid them like they carried the plague, but sometimes I just couldn’t manage it.
Pushing out a huffed sigh, I plopped my flanks down in the damp sand. My royal purple pelt had gotten me much more attention then I normally cared for. The delicate, thin black lines that decorated my face made me average in that aspect, but with the rest of my slender body a single, bold color with no patterns or breaks… I was just too different sometimes.
A crackling sound coming from the nearby brush startled me and I blinked, jerking my head up to stare hard into the surrounding foliage. “Maui!” A voice hissed, and I cocked my head, confused at my name floating out of the leafy emerald haze there.
In the next second a head popped out and I grinned, immediately recognized the familiar face that laughed at me. The older male was a member of the colony I so hated, but he was different then the rest. He did not peer at me funny, or investigate me when I walked through the sunlight and they managed to notice I wasn’t equipped with a full range of markings. Instead, the pale colored male was a constant friend to me.
Without leaving the bushes, I could see his tail swiping back and forth through the air. “Maui, I came to say goodbye.” He added, some of his contagious smile fading across his handsome face. Caught off guard, I frowned. “...leaving?” I echoed.
I had never lost someone close to me, and the only thing I equated loss with was death. At eight years, my parents still lived healthy lives, and since we were distant from the colony, any deaths there were merely politely mourned, not on a personal scale. This random, unsettling news made me feel weak and empty. I did not want him to go. And for a brief moment, I even contemplated begging for him to stay. Me, the local cub who would bow to no one.
He nodded, eager to get out of here. I could see the tension singing in his taught muscles, and worriedly, I took a few steps forwards. “Maybe…could I come with you?” I asked in a soft undertone, leaving quaking paw-prints in the soil behind me. The surprise shone in the widening of his eyes and the way he pricked both tattered ears toward me. Quirking his head to the side, he finally shot me a pleasant, wide grin. “Of course! C’mon Maui, follow me!” Without giving me a chance to even doubt what I had just done, my friend took off into the fauna and, blurring all of my worries and thoughts out of my chaotic mind, I chased after the best friend I had ever found.


8 Years Earlier…
At the age of 13, I am at my favorite number and my least favorite section of my life.
I am, at this point of time, completely alone. The male I ran away from home with is long gone, and the only thing he left me with is a broken heart and the soft tickling of the slim feathers he tied around my tail.
The warm birthplace I remember fondly has vanished from the horizon. I have traveled over lands many do not anticipate to even exist, and yet I struggle onward. My goals are hazy. I cannot quite remember my parents by now, and perhaps that is what I’m crawling to in this snail’s pace of a journey.

Two years ago, the male I left Hawaii with, Hekili, scarred me. The memories of that day are burned in my mind, for they came with such reckless abandon and hurtling ache that I could near shrug off the burden of carrying them.

“Maui. We have to talk.” I remember now that I was grumpy. The day was hot, the sunshine thick, and we traveled across wandering acres of desert dunes that all looked the same after weeks of mirages. I glared up at him, cross with being interrupted, seeking to shade my eyes from the glare of the light above by shaking my mane forward.
“What, Hekili?” Despite my temperamental stage, I tried to be polite. As though seeking to remind me to be nice, I felt the softest touch of the thin feathers he had gifted me with stroke my fur. The reminder left a faint smile in its wake, and I watched him almost pleasantly.
His intentions, however, were not so clean. I thought that, perhaps for just a second, a flicker of guilt crossed his gaze. Maybe it was just another hallucination caused by the dehydration the sun set into me. But his expression overall confused me, and after a minute, I lifted my head with a frown. “Hekili? What’s wrong?”
He rubbed his forepaw through the loose soil, seeming both guilt-stricken and raw. I was puzzled, but I didn’t speak again. He had to get this out of himself without me prodding the conversation on.
A faint sigh brushed out of his stout muzzle. “…I’m leaving.” I had a brief flashback to our destined encounter, that lonely day at the beach when we left. I even allowed myself to think this was some kind of cruel prank. I opened my mouth to repeat what I had said all those years ago and slowly, barely, he shook his head. I knew then, in that exact second, that he wasn’t kidding around this time. “I won’t be back. I thought that maybe you were the girl for me but…you’re just not. We should part ways.”
My throat was dry. There were no complaints or replies that could wash away the acrid taste of heartbreak that was flooding into my mouth.
“…what did I do wrong?” I finally said, Hekili’s back to me. He was already beginning to leave. Despite my words, I knew there was no way of stopping his trek. At least the male had the grace to look back at me, and his eyes were clouded. “Nothing, Maui. You’re just too…you’re just too different.”
It was the grand slam of all insults, and he knew it. I shrunk back under the barbed points of that and he turned and ran, pounding hard steps into the sand that flounced under every hit. I watched the sun set across the dunes and swallow Hekili in the shadow of the sunset.


I am now 21 years old. I am a full adult in every sense of the word, for I have grown miles above most others in my stage.
I have experienced the sensation of the first stirrings of love, and the crushing blow of losing the one I thought I loved. I have been attacked, encouraged, berated, tempted, pleased, and disgusted by the civilizations I pass, and despite their seductive ways, I avoid it.
The insult that Hekili left me with still rings in my head every time I even glance at the colonies I walk by. I’m just too different.
In the Sahara desert, I walk the path that my memories force me to relive. I stride through the ocean of sand alone, companionless. Perhaps I am never destined for the happiness that my fated parents achieved.
Perhaps… perhaps I’m just too different.

[Hmm. I'll be in and out for editing. Currently at; 2458 words. <3]

[iBrevity]

Number: #6.

Name: Rantai [ran-TYE].
Species: Smili.

Personality:
The main focus of Rantai’s life, and thus his personality in reflection, is his little sister Nyss. The two connected in a near-impossible way, and he feels both a murky sense of duty to her and a guilty loyalty. It is improbable that he will ever be able to recover from her and move on, so for now, this is the center of his everything.
On the side of devoting his entire existence to her, Rantai is a rather odd fellow. He has an incredibly inquisitive brain and he is near-constantly investigating puzzles that most others will just leave alone to rust in the dirt. He is especially peculiar when it comes to the fancy devices humans will cultivate, and he spends many hours and days on uncovering whatever secrets he is stubborn that they withhold.
The emotional pros to his personality are that he holds a loyalty and devotion that many will only dream about experiencing in their lifetime. When many would make mundane friends, he will always press to do his best. In a normal life, this would have proved to make him exceedingly popular with the females in his land, but he has sacrificed his chances of getting a mate for his sibling. Many cannot understand this devotion, and he gets lashed near daily by harsh insults over it. Rantai is certain that it is merely the strangers are jealous of his bond and hide their envy beneath scorching words.
In that specific manner, Rantai can be surprisingly vicious and bull-headed when it comes down to the toed line of protecting those he loves. He does not have any mercy for anybody who has harmed a friend or family member, and this shows in how oddly ruthless he is in fights against “bandits”.
Likes: His sister, Nyss. Both of this parents. Puzzle-solving. Best, trustworthy friends.
Dislikes: The elders and the leaders of the tribe. Males who threaten his darling sister. Females who try and gain his attention when he's clearly trying to do something else.

Background:
I’ve been told a thousand times over that when I was born, there was much joyous celebration and glee. I was the sole member in the first litter my tribe had seen for six years, so I suppose that was enough of a victory to house a party too.
I was healthy, hungry, and loud, I’ve been told. My parents were not in love but they were happy and devoted entirely to their new son. All the members of the tribe helped to raise me, whether with jealous intentions or merely a complimenting friend. For two years all was peaceful and happy. I have cloudy memories of this calm time that I summon to me when I’m particularly stressed. I was probably the most spoiled member that tribe had seen in generations.
Two full years after my arrival, my mother surprised us all by announcing her second litter and corresponding cub. My little sister skittered into the world on clumsy paws and entranced the crowds that had once been so obsessive over me. With glittering, crystal eyes and a mischievous smile, nobody could deny giving Nyss exactly what she so wanted, no matter the price.
As a youngling, I was severely envious. I ignored my sister constantly, removing myself as her friend by being capable of saying “no”. She responded by trying to win me over with compliments and favoritism. I pride myself on remaining strong for three more stoic years.

“Brother…” Her whining, soft voice made me stop. I glared back at her, my gaze frigid even in the warm environment. She whimpered, eyes enlarged, perfect face the complete picture of innocence.
“Will you…” Her voice wobbled, just too cute. “Will you go get me something to eat?” She pleaded, looking up at me.
I snorted, flipped my tail, and turned my back to her. “Go get it yourself.” I declared cheerfully and began to pad off. Behind me, I knew my sister was glaring. Despite the near perfect expressions she could throw, I always knew how she truly felt. Just to make the conversation lasting, I turned my head and shot her a wicked grin.

With the anniversary of my fifth year of life rolling around, and her third creeping along the corner, I realized my mistake. As much as I was totally unwilling to bend back and admit what I did, I still felt a little guilty. Half a decade into my life I figured out that I only had one sister, so I may as well enjoy her while her pleasant youth lasted.
It took another long, exceptional year, but finally my unique sister trusted that I meant well. We were so tight in bonds that we spent nearly all of our waking hours together, always in the other’s company no matter what. To some, it was almost considered creepy, our permanent relationship. But most our age [as there had been a sort of baby boom after us] were just jealous. They had spent years being compassionate and polite to Nyss but she scorned them in trade for her brother, the infamous “rude” Rantai. My actions earned me a whole plethora of enemies at this period of time and this is when I learned how to fight and defend everybody I loved.

I grew beneath the partnership of my parents and the flourishing flower beside me that was my sister. For a few years I lived in ultimate peace and happiness. My sister was constantly protected by me, and although every few days I would drag myself home with ragged cuts slicing my pelt, I did not give up my hold on her.

When I turned twelve, it was a normal time to make the decision whether to stay or leave. I, of course, preferred the option and living where I had since I was born, and made my view on this very obvious. Although the elders buckled somewhat against my rather rebellious nature, they could find no flaws to throw me out so they allotted me to join the ranks of the adults.
Below me, my sister was just turning the big ten year mark. She had grown into a beautiful young female who gleaned interest from every male who looked her way, and this of course meant I had to be even more careful while I guarded her. Being so over-protective eventually made us fight some, but my sister trusted me. She knew that I would do whatever was good for her.

The night I walked in on her and another of the local boys was a night I will probably regret forever. I got right in the stranger’s face, shoving him away from my delicate sister, and declared that if he ever touched her again, he wouldn’t forget it.
My sister was screaming at me to stop, but I had reached a point where I figured I knew better then her. This male was about twenty, already ten years older then him, and he had a dredged reputation in the tribe that did not make him well-liked. As he scampered off into the night, I literally had to drag my sister back home, ignoring her wild cries and angry yelps at me.

It took three days for my sister to even talk to me again. I pleaded and begged with her, told her that I was only trying to go what was best for her, and she would merely turn away from me. The cold shoulder hurt me deeper then she would know, but I suppose she got a taste of it on the day she gave in to me.
Nyss randomly turned back to me and buried her snout into my chest fur, breathing deeply and unevenly. Her breaths were hitching like she had just finished crying, and quietly, I remember nuzzling her in comfort. She admitted that she didn’t actually feel anything for this male I had chased off, but that he had showed true interest in her and she had no way to turn him down without me around to stand guard.
The information made me impossibly angry. My sister, blind to it, merely retired to bed early. I stalked out into the shadows that night and tracked down the male who had dared tried to force my sister into liking him.

I will disclose what I did that night, for I am somewhat ashamed of it. Blood was shed, but I did not kill him at least; he escaped with his life while I drove him miles and miles away from where he could ever hurt my sister again.
In the morning, the elders came and found me and brought me to interview about it. I did not lie to them, although I did not tell the full truth. I spoke simply, and told the elders that I had hurt the male because he had hurt my sister. When they asked for details, I refused them further. It was my sister’s secret to tell, not mine.
The leaders did not take this information lightly, and finally requested that I leave the tribe. My parents were forced to disown me publicly and my sister disallowed from seeing me leave; but I merely held my chin high and did not show a flicker of my emotion. I had promised my sister that I would protect her, and member of the tribe or not, I would not break my word to her.

[I may add more, but it's a good start. <3]

[uncloudedbyh8]

I don't have time to finish my form, so just disregard this post. x3

[Chia]

Well, my english is horrible but I'll still try it. <3

I would like to adopt!
Number:
14
Picture:

Name:
Fate
Species:
Data Fox
Personality:
She's quiet and tranquil outside. But inside there is always a fight between her mind and her feelings, and it seems like none of them would win.
Likes:
The only things she really likes are the silence around her and the loneliness inside her heart.
Dislikes:
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)

[I'm still editing this... of curse.XD]

[Xanre]

Well, my english is horrible but I'll still try it. <3

I would like to adopt!
Number:
14
Picture:

Name:
Fate
Species:
Data Fox
Personality:
She's quiet and tranquil outside. But inside there is always a fight between her mind and her feelings, and it seems like none of them would win.
Likes:
The only things she really likes are the silence around her and the loneliness inside her heart.
Dislikes:
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)

[I'm still editing this... of curse.XD]

Yay, people like her! X3
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[Tif + Jo]

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