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[Lirrie]

ikr ;.; i wanna go for it, gonna have to find someone else to judge XD

[Tripp]

5

what will i use Hati for? well she would truly be a good friend with panda, i can see the two of them getting in to some random adventures with one another. Also, if the roleplay does become a reality, she would defeinantly be used in that as well. she, like panda, will be getting art not only from me but others whom i will commission in the future. She would also be in mini comics i plan on drawing up of all my characters (and maybe some of siren and cantaro).


Why do i want hati? Well, first, her color combination is absolutely stunning. The color scheme goes so well with the markings itself, very clean, was not a 10 second design. Normally i rarely go for medium colors such as browns and tans but something about her just makes me want to draw and wright stories. Secondly, her markings are so well put together, they complement not only the lineart itself but also the color scheme as well. Almost as if it all truly belongs together. Thirdly, she has a very complex look to her but very simple to do, one of my top things i look for in a character, something that seems complex but in the end its more fun to recreate in art. She also would be a great friend for panda,



Hati is a very warm, motherly soul. She welcomes all forms a abandon young-ins, in hopes she can help them to survive to adulthood. Though she is truely a mother at heart, young hati lacks her own children. She does dream of one day having a few of her own. Hati’s heart is like gold, and her soul as warm and welcoming as a nice hot srping. She very, rarely, asks for anything and anything she does need she has no problem going out and getting it herself. She is a far cry from being lazy, and doesn’t have much of a temper. However she can go off on rages if anyone try to harm a young-one, whether hers or someone other, she dislikes greatly, seeing any abuse of a little one. She has no issue fighting tooth and nail for any child regardless as to whom it may belong to. She has a very honest tune about her, as well as a very soft voice. but behind her graceful, motherly appearance, she does have a great amount of strength, not only mentally but also physically.


Hati grew up in a rather small litter. She was the oldest of four but also the smallest and by far the weakest. She tried her hardest to do what her younger siblings could, and though time after time she failed in many things. She did excel in "herbalism. at a young age, she was able to understand what herbs helped with which ailment and what ones would be bad to eat. Due to her vast knowledge of herbs, she was able to improve her health. Her mother Had doubted her improving health, fearing of a relapse of whatever illness plagued the poor creature.

It wasn’t long till she was as strong and healthy as her siblings, and not soon afterwards did they start to leave for their own adventures of life on their own. Though Hati wonders how her siblings are fairing, she has decided to stay near her mother for most of her life. Not really living with her but more as keeping an eye from afar. However, after hati had “left” her mother, she had stumbled upon a small fox kit, who’s mother had been attacked by a local pack of coyotes.

Fearing the worse fate for the little kit, Hati took him in and raised him as if she herself had given birth to the young kit. She eventually found herself in a family of mix-match young-ins. using her herbalistic skills, Hati was able to raise an uncountable amount of abandoned or orphan youngsters, and saved them from a fate no mother could want for her offspring. She stayed close to her den and made sure each young one had what they needed to succeed in life with out her. Few have forgotten her acts of kindness, and do venture a great ways to visit their “mother”.

The time with the little ones she saved did cause a slight sadness in her. For she wished to have one of her own one day and greatly pleaded with whom-ever created the world to answer her wish. Though days pass by, moons run across the sky and no male of her kind ever came to see her, nor did she find any while she wondered the forest finding herbs for her sick at home.

a year or so had passed, and only a few young-ones remained in her care when she noticed a different sent in the air. One she had never crossed before in her entire life of living in the area. She ventured out while her little-ones slept in the warm den, move slowly across the now ice’d ground, She made her way through the ever winding forest, until she slipped down a large slop and face to face with a blue eye’d fluffy odd-ball. a shy, yet welcoming smile crossed young hati’s muzzle.
Other: working on

Major wip

[Pachuri]

Name: Searina
Pen: 5
What will you use it for: I would place her in my character thread, put her in my signature and make her a character if allowed.
Why do you want it: I love her medium coat and the subtle but darker and lighter brown marking that accentuate her beautiful blue glassy crystals. She is just so pretty and I would love to collect and make art for her. She calls to me and if chosen I will truly appreciate and care for her (and give her lots of attention and a place in my sig).
Personality: Searina gets straight to the point and dislikes to dillydally. Her favorite activity is snowboarding and
WIP
History:
WIP
Other:

[azalea]

eeee glad you guys like mine /o/ work hard~ C:

[Raindrop]

These look amazing~ <3

Marking. ^^

[kiriban]

I'd really love to go for #5, but may I ask a question first? c:
How do they keep in touch? Close packs? Small family herds?

[Lirrie]

I'd really love to go for #5, but may I ask a question first? c:
How do they keep in touch? Close packs? Small family herds?

their normally solitary <3 but they do come together for breeding season, ussally family groups may appear but thats as close as it gets.

[kiriban]

♚Name:
Congelé
[French word for frozen]

♚Pen Number:
Number Five

♚What will you use it for?:
Everything. She will be a character that will certainly live up to the name. I hope to set up a character thread soon, and will be giving her her own post. Minstrels will write songs about the abundant amount of art that will be made of her.

♚Why do you want it:
I thought I had completely given up on character adoptions, but this one turned everything around. I convinced I had to try out for her despite the increasingly low chance of receiving her. I still knew I had to do it, just to show my utter appreciation for her design.

♚Personality:

Bold & Strong-Willed
Congelé is a daring soul. No feat of physical prowess is too much for her to handle. Unfortunately, this often led to many cuts and bruises, broken bones and aching limbs. Despite this, her blunt and undying need for adrenaline always seems to outweigh her common sense.

Straightforward & Frank
She has always been one to cut to the chase. Long-winded conversations bore holes into her head. In short, she feels that stretching out what could be a five-minute chat into a five-hour lecture is completely unnecessary, and will rudely interrupt you if you drag out a talk too long. Despite her seemingly snarky personality, it's impossible for her to tell a lie. Though not always a nice attribute, frank honesty comes naturally to her.

Aggressive & Tough
Congelé is scolded non-stop for her unnecessarily aggressive behavior. She will kill to get what ever she's needing without restraint. Her childhood is filled with fights, varying from verbal to physical. Though she is frowned upon for this unfortunate gift, she prides herself in being, 'strong in the head, and in the legs.'

♚History:

You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh huh
That's right
I took your words
And I believed
In everything
You said to me
Yeah huh
That's right

A snap.
A crunch.
A stomp.
Wind sailed through my fur, caressing the smooth curves of muscle that ran up my legs. Freedom whistled in my ears like a catchy tune as I dashed through the dense overgrowth. Every step sent a jolt of adrenaline crashing through my veins. I was four months old, and I felt like I had just been born. Pride grappled on to my soul when I spotted a feint white light in the distance. I clicked my tongue and took a deep, refreshing breath. Now was the time. My pupils contracted as I fixated my eyes on my goal. Just stay true, I thought. My head whipped around at the sound of sharp, pounding footfalls. Blue orbs locked with red. I scowled. "Don't do it, Raide!" I warned. He snickered, bounding to where I stood under a billowing willow tree. I took a fighting stance, mimicking the buckled legs and raised tail my father had shown me. He snorted, tossing his snout up into the air. "Come on, sis! Have a little fun, would you?" I shook my head vigorously. "Father says we don't have time for fun." My brother rolled his eyes skeptically.
"Father this, father that!" He croaked. I gaped at him as he leapt into the air, graceful as a bird, and began to tread towards the clearing. I clumsily chased after him, unaware of my surroundings. It all happened so fast, I almost forgot to scream. I tripped, head-first into a distilled puddle of water. A thorn pierced my hind leg, and my front leg was snagged on a fallen branch. I whimpered, feeling nascent tears burn upwards. "Raide!" I cried. No response. I ground my teeth and yanked my leg from the wooden member. As I pulled jerked head out from the puddle, filthy, larvae-infested water invaded my mouth like a tidal wave. I spat what hadn't already slipped down my throat onto the ground, feeling particularly violated. Shakily, I stood up. I took a brief moment to survey my surroundings, and unsteadily crawled forward. It wasn't long before I was met with a worried grimace. I lifted my head, still slightly dizzy from the fall I had taken. "Big brother? You're here?" I asked, voice cracking. He nodded solemnly, lifting my paw gingerly with his. "I will always be here."

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
Cause they're all wrong
I know better
Cause you said forever
And ever
Who knew?

I smiled, basking in the glory of my special day. I was a year old. A year. Instead of mourning over the thought of having only one more year to live, I relished the thought of being older than so many others. I held my head high, my brother trailing behind me. I glanced around. It seemed that no one else cared that I was celebrating the day I was born. But I payed it no heed. I had my brash, conniving, narcissistic brother to rejoice with- and that was all I needed. I slowly turned my head, just far enough to catch a glimpse of my brother. He grinned- a devious, maniacal grin. To passer-by's, it may have seemed as if he were taunting me. But I knew what he meant. A sister always knows.

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh no
No no
I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give anything

Maybe it was fate. Maybe it was bad luck. Or maybe it was the anger boiling inside the pit of my stomach. I let out a raspy breath, a shudder making it's wait from my tail to my nose. Raide stared, eyes sunken, mouth forming apologies that never left his throat- he was the spitting image of remorse. I backed up, slowly. My eyebrows furrowed, pupils convulsing. This was it. It was over, now. No, that wasn't right. It was over from the very start.
My first instinct was to turn on my heels and run. But for some reason, I was stuck. Rooted to the spot. My eyes flitted from one side of the forest to another- glancing at everything but my brother. He stretched his paw out to me. It was as if he wanted to touch me, but he couldn't. He wouldn't. In a final attempt to jar him into a false sense of understanding, a close approximation of a romantic confession exploded from my jaws.
"But Raide, I love you! I've always loved you! I just-"
"How can you say that!?" He cried, facing contorting with anger. I crumpled to the floor, all sense of security tapering off.
"Because...Because," I choked out, "I want us to be together...!"
My brother looked back, just once, his bleary eyes conveying utter exasperation. I opened my mouth to speak, but words refused to form. He shook his head meekly and left.

I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we
Until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened?

I curled up on the dirty forest floor. I laughed, hysteria tinting what might have been a perfectly normal chuckle. Tears leaked from my eyes, turning the brown dirt to black mud. I shook my head. No, this isn't happening. This can't be happening. I buried my head in my paws.
The gleaming of a single jewel caught my eye in the dark shelter of my arms. I lifted my head. That necklace. My brother had given it to me for my first birthday. A year had gone by since then, and not once had it left my neck. I nuzzled it, the strong scent of sandalwood twisting inside my nostrils. Just like big brother. And in a sense, it was my brother. It was all I had left of the one who had stolen my heart. The empty shell of what once was.
Always. You'll always be here, my love.

♚Other:
God she's a beautiful character. ;w;

Lyric samplings from 'Who Knew' by P!nk

[Lirrie]

oh wow

[kiriban]

Thank you. <3