Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Tif + Jo]

The donations have been gathered up. ^^ By the way Glory, did you see this yet?

No I haven't x3 Thank you Atwood~ <3

[ki-neko animura]

darkened i love your donation! i would love to adopt him but i am looking for something other than a corgi. He actually kind of looks like a hyena too.

[Xanre]

The donations have been gathered up. ^^ By the way Glory, did you see this yet?

Does that mean donations are closed already?
The round hasn't even ended yet! XDD

[Atwood]

Technically donations aren't open, but since I had the page open I figured I'd collect what was here so I wouldn't have to do it later. XD

[BlissfulFarrago]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 4
Picture:
Name: Avera
Species: Smili
Personality: Quiet and rational most of the time. She is smart and has learned from past experiences. She tends to worry over details, as she is a perfectionist. She is quite harsh with herself and doesn't allow herself any slack. She also doesn't trust people she meets for a long time or until they somehow prove their loyalty. Much of this comes from her past.

When she was younger, she was more carefree. She didn't not think much of the things she would in the future. She felt content with what she had, and didn't let herself be bothered by mistakes and such.

Likes: Security, being in control, peace and quiet, logic.
Dislikes: Mistakes, sloppiness, disorganization, things done without a good reason.
Background:
Avera started life in a normal smili, living in a fairly normal tribe. Her mother was an elder of the tribe, and was greatly trusted, for she had much wisdom. There were few others in the tribe who ever anywhere near Avera's mother's age. But when she the elder died, the tribe turned to Avera, trusting her to be wise like her mother.

Avera was only about fifteen, however. She did not yet have the wisdom required to make large decisions.

One day, a lone, wandering smili came to the place where the tribe was staying at that time. He appeared weak and desperate for help. Avera suggested that the smili be brought food by the tribe members. They trusted her opinion and brought the weak smili food.

While the other smilis were the sleeping, the smili that had been acting weak, got up, and began to sneak from away. One of the others awoke, and confronted the smili. The con smili panicked and attacked the other. The other smili was seriously hurt as the con ran away. The rest of the tribe, roused by the noise, saw the attacked smili, and realized what had happened. The smili that had hurt the other was far enough away that he couldn't be caught. The hurt smili eventually died from his wounds, and Avera was blamed. They had trusted her advice, and it hadn't been sound.

Avera was shunned from the others, though she wasn't kicked out of the tribe. She was simply ignored. She brooded over her mistake, unable to let it go. With no sympathy from the other smilis, no one to talk to, Avera began to go a bit mad. She knew this, too. She knew that she had to leave, before she went completely mad. So she did leave, just walking away from the tribe one day.

Some looked at her curiously as she left. Some of them looked a bit sad, others were obviously glad to see her go. Casting the slightest of glances behind her, Avera continued.

Over the next weeks, Avera stumbled on, becoming weaker. She had no water. She almost felt a bit of mirth from the fact that she was becoming the real version of the smili who had been her undoing. She wandered further, truly going mad now. Eventually she collapsed.

Avera awoke to cold water over her. She greedily lapped up the water about her, before glancing around in embarassment at the smilis around her. She thanked them for helping her. The smilis looked at her oddly, clearly wondering what her story was, how she had ended up unconcious all alone. She supplied no answers.

She was taken into the other smilis tribe, who were a bit wary of the way she never spoke of her past. Gradually, though, they saw how devoted to the others she was, and did not think her a threat.

Eventually she became trusted by the tribe, considered wise. Avera seemed to always know what to do. The smilis ask her opinion on many things, the ask her advice. She answers, but she is always afraid that she will make the wrong decision again.

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Ooo, that came out kind of sad. T_T I'd have to add more sometime, to make it happier.

[Steffi.]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 11
Picture:
Name: Jack
Species: Beagle X3
Personality: Jack is very accepting in almost every way. He doesn’t care what you like or where you’re from, or what you wear. He is comfortable doing whatever you’re doing unless there is something for him to follow with his nose. He is a beagle, and has instincts.
Likes: Balls, stuffed animals, following things (anything), eating, being around people, almost everything. :3
Dislikes: leashes and collars, being alone for long periods of time, spiders… not much else. He likes most things…
Background:

I was the only baby born that cold, bright night. My mother licked me clean and cared for me until I was two. Then, she died, right in front of my eyes under a car, and I felt sad. I was sad that she had died, I was mad that I had let her, I was scared that I might die that way, too.

And I felt alone.

* * *

I snarled, but they didn’t back down. They just laughed. I started getting worried. They were much bigger than I was. They leaped in perfect synchronization. And then it went black.

* * *

I looked up at her. She was so beautiful. She had a glowing gold halo and silvery wings Then I realized who she was. Am I dead? I asked my mother. Love, you must wake up. she told me You aren’t yet, but if you don’t run, you will be… then she disappeared. MOM! I yelled, but she was gone.

* * *

I opened my eyes. Two bright eyes looked at me and I screamed. She covered my mouth. Shut it, ya dumbnut. she snapped at me. I obeyed and stared at her. She was orange and she was definitely a cat. Who are you? I asked her, my voice muffled from her paw. She smiled. Taeser. She told me before prancing off. Wait! I called, running after her. Where did they go? I asked her, looking for them. We fought them off. she said as if it was completely obvious. We? I asked. Then he jumped from a building. He smiled as a fluff ball followed. WHOAAAAA!! screamed a voice, when a small kits hit Taeser on the back. It looked up and frowned. I told you you’re too heavy. a chick-a-dee said. Who are you? I asked. They all looked at me and smiled. The Street Catz. They said in a harmony that belonged in a musical. I nodded and looked up at the chick-a-dee. You’re a strange cat. I snorted towards the bird. I smiled when it laughed. Can… can I be the second odd cat? I asked hopefully. We thought you’d never ask. the fluffy one said to me. And for the first time since I was two, I felt a sense of family.

Pfffft. I wrote this in 20 minutes, which is why it sucks. But at least it qualifies (I hope).

[mirage.]

Aww what a cute story. C: Thanks for trying out for him. <3

[crazy cranky critter]

Are we alloud to go for two different pics/charries at once? if so I think I will also go after that awesome little ware-squirrel!

I have simply no idea where the name came from, I just invented it.
I would like to adopt!
Number: 19 <3
Picture:
Name: Warozin
Species: ware-squirrel
Personality: Naughty, at times nasty,holds an evil grudge against birds
Likes: Seeds, rotten acorns, stealing seed from bird feeders.
Dislikes: Birds, people, friends, flowers and cars.
Background:
Warozin's mother is a squirrel with rabies, it is unknown who or more to the point what his father is/was.
Shortly after birth Warozin was abandonned. A kind-hearted squirrel in a near by tree hear his strange squeak/hissing sound and came over to see what the fuss was. Not realising he was a ware-squirrel she took him in.

When Warozin was what is considered a teenager of the squirrel world his foster mother was desperate to find food, as he was eating anything and everything she gave him!

One day in her quest to find food she ran across a road to get to an oak tree. Warozin stared out of the tree peacfully watching her bound along. Suddenly a car came. Luckily Warozin's foster mother was safely out of the way. Suddenly a bird swooped down. The car swurved to avoid the bird, only to hit Warozin's foster mother. Killing her instantly. Ever since then Warozin has held an evil grudge against birds and cars.

[crazy cranky critter]

gah. Somehow made an extra post accidentally

[Vluaaq]

DONATION!
Picture:
Name: n/a
Species: dragon
Link to lineart: my own
Any extra conditions?: Do not use it as a fursona or a mate for your fursona. Do not add/remove a lot of markings or accessories unless you talk to me (LightBlueAqua) first. Do not claim credit for the character design. Feel free to give it a home in a thread. If you no longer want him, send him back to me, LightBlueAqua. If you would like major changes after adopting it, please send me a message and I'll edit him for you to have a ref. If you get art of it, I'd love to see how oters see them.


DONATION!
Picture:
Name: n/a
Species: dragon
Link to lineart: my own
Any extra conditions?: Do not use it as a fursona or a mate for your fursona. Do not add/remove a lot of markings or accessories unless you talk to me (LightBlueAqua) first. Do not claim credit for the character design. Feel free to give it a home in a thread. If you no longer want him, send him back to me, LightBlueAqua. If you would like major changes after adopting it, please send me a message and I'll edit him for you to have a ref. If you get art of it, I'd love to see how oters see them.


DONATION!
Picture:
Name: n/a
Species: dragon
Link to lineart: my own
Any extra conditions?: Do not use it as a fursona or a mate for your fursona. Do not add/remove a lot of markings or accessories unless you talk to me (LightBlueAqua) first. Do not claim credit for the character design. Feel free to give it a home in a thread. If you no longer want him, send him back to me, LightBlueAqua. If you would like major changes after adopting it, please send me a message and I'll edit him for you to have a ref. If you get art of it, I'd love to see how oters see them.