☁ Silver Lining Adoption Place v2 ☁

[sunny*days*ahead]

Ah, I see. I've never adopted from an agency before or anything, so I've found I'm pretty ignorant when it comes to stuff like this, haha.

[Solanum]

Ah, I see. I've never adopted from an agency before or anything, so I've found I'm pretty ignorant when it comes to stuff like this, haha.

Aah I get you now ^^
It's okay c: I'm here to help.

[JerseyDusk]

"Some people call me the space cowboy. Some call me the gangster of love.

Some people call me Maurice, 'Cause I speak of the pompitous of love."

- The Joker by Steve Miller Band

Username:
JerseyDusk
Show Name:
Pompitous of Love
Call Name:
Pomitous
Nickname(s):
Pomp -:- B.
Gender:
Stallion -:- Male -:- ♂
Species:
Equine -:- Horse
Breed:
Danish Warmblood
Age:
1 1/2 years -:- Yearling
Kennel Number:
50
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
I have liked this character since I first saw him. I have a deep connection with horses and they all pull at my heart strings. Which makes adopting characters hard for me, since I want to take every horse I see home. It takes a lot for me to find the ones I will really care for and love. I can have muse but never finish, or even fill out a form. But for Pompitous it is different. I liked his unique coloring when I first saw him, but let hims sit. I gave him a new look for adoption, by giving him a revamp and that's what did it. Recreating his design, made me apprecitate him even more. I had to have him; but yet I let him sit. I don't know why I let him sit; and that's why i am going for him. Because he is teaching me something, that I don't even know but I feel it happening.
I will add him to my character site; where I will display his information, art and my love for him. Along with the majority of my equine characters Pomp will be featured in a comic that I am making. I may make it digital but for now am keeping it traditional. He will get as much art as I can. (I have to make sure my other charries get love as well. xD)
Personality:
On the outside, Pompitous is a typical colt. He likes the ladies and his likes to spar with other colts. Nothing shows that he is an insecure, self-concious and timid horse. Only his eyes would ever tell you how gentle he is. With the build of a warmblood and the body of a stallion; Pompitous has the looks that show strength, speed and agility. Strength in body and mind, speed in tounge and hooves, and agility in fights and muscle. Only the maple brown eyes, can show how kind and caring he can be. One look in his eyes and it is easy to see past the wall he uses his body as to cover himself up.
History/Story:
CRACK!

Every head shot up in the meadow. Blazes, Bald-faces, Starts, Snips. Bays, Greys, Blacks, Roans. Everything stopped, but only for a moment. In the instance of silence, he made up his mind. Pompitous of Love, a dressage winner, made up his mind to leave. He knew what was happening and although he didn't know why.
Other:
Squiddy smoothie

[Solanum]

Username: Solanum
Lineart Link/Credits: By Patison, not free lineart
Name: Riga
Gender: Female
Species: Feline (be specific)
Preferences:
- Not your fursona, fursona's mate etc.
- Name and gender can change. Species can not.
- I would like to be given a link to where I can watch her.
- Minor accessories can be added, nothing major.
- Design may not be edited.
- Give patison credit for design/art
- If no longer wanted, return here. NOT to be sold/given away.
- Save image after adopting, I will not keep it.
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LEFT ONE

Username: Sol.
Lineart Link/Credits: Custom from Mockingird
Name: Hayden
Gender: Male
Species: Okapi
Preferences:
- Not your fursona/fursona's mate/etc.
- I would like name, gender and species to remain the same.
- I would like to be given a link to a thread etc to watch over him.
- Minor accessories may be added.
- No design changes.
- Give Mockingbird credit for art and design.
- If no longer wanted, return here. Not to be sold or given away.
- Save image after adopting. I will not keep it.
- ONLY the one on the left. You will not be getting both.


harlequin ☂ | patison
Username: Sol.
Lineart Link/Credits: Private lines by harlequin ☂ + private lines by patison
Name: Pretzel
Gender: Female
Species: Horse (Be specific)
Preferences:
- Not your fursona, fursona's mate etc.
- Name can change. Species and gender can not.
- I would like to be given a link to where I can watch her.
- Minor accessories can be added, nothing major.
- Design may not be edited.
- Give patison credit for design, and artists credit for art.
- If no longer wanted, return here. NOT to be sold/given away.
- Save image after adopting, I will not keep it.
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Username: Sol.
Lineart Link/Credits: Lines by nixxiona
Name: Lupe
Gender: Female
Species: Darwin's Fox
Preferences:
- Not your fursona, fursona's mate etc.
- Name, gender and species must stay the same.
- I would like to be given a link to where I can watch her.
- Accessories not to be added.
- Design may not be edited.
- Give nixxiona credit for design.
- If no longer wanted, return here. NOT to be sold/given away.
- Save image after adopting, I will not keep it.
NOTE: The art is not full body but I believe there is enough there.
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Username: Sol.
Lineart Link/Credits: Unfortunately I can not find it.
Name: Meko
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Preferences:
- Not your fursona, fursona's mate etc.
- Name can change, gender and species must stay the same.
- I would like to be given a link to where I can watch him.
- Accessories not to be added.
- Design may not be edited.
- Give me credit for design.
- If no longer wanted, return here. NOT to be sold/given away.
- Save image after adopting, I will not keep it.
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Username: Sol.
Lineart Link/Credits: Lines by patison
Name: Raven
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Preferences:
- Not your fursona, fursona's mate etc.
- Name can change, gender and species must stay the same.
- I would like to be given a link to where I can watch him.
- Minor accessories may be added.
- Design may not be edited.
- Give patison credit for design.
- If no longer wanted, return here. NOT to be sold/given away.
- Save image after adopting, I will not keep it.
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[Ashenjay]

Username:
Ashenjay
Name:

Dosne

Means 'sand hill' in Celtic!

Gender:

Female

Species:

Fennec fox

Kennel Number:
3
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:

I love fennec foxes, and this one is special, She looks lovely and a design I could never have ever imagined. I think she'll be awesome in my character page and my website and maybe she will even be a fursona; I love her love her love her. Simple. There.
Also her facial expression is so nice. She's angry, yes, and fierce, but it looks like she's hoping for something to me. And the angled way of drawing makes her extremely unique and special, just the kind I have wanted! I will use her in my character thread, sig if I can get a smaller version, and in my new website I'm trying to make ^^ I have currently two fav characters: the ones in my sig, Bianca and Nimara. Diosa will look amazing with them, all three together; the ultimate canidae trio xD

Personality:


Before the terribly tragic day. . .well, she was a beautiful young fox cub. She was whacky, funny, and lively and enjoyed hte companionship of her dear siblings. Her favorite word was; "Mine!" well, she was very, very cute. As a baby she was named Dosne, after the billowing sand hills. She admired the zephyr and the sand, for they were of one color, but still beautiful and mysterious, and free. She wanted to be like them: fast, free, and important.
She was not ambitious, though. She enjoyed life as it was already, and well, she was a CUB. She didn't think really that much about philosophy or life, only about when there will be the next lizard or how to trick her poor sister, Dimmie.
During those times, her traits were:

Humor:

Hahahaha, you can't stand five seconds without bursting out laughing. Her jokes may be one-dimensional and childish, but her sincerity in saying them is so cute, you can't bear to not laugh. When you do, though, she huffs as if her dignity is hurt--and then, she gives in and giggles along with you. Even when you have long since stopped, she will roll on the floor, yelling and chuckling and choking on her own breath, until she's tired out and falls into a sweet nap.

Honesty:

Surprisingly, she can't lie. She once stole lizard meat from her parents while they had gone hunting, and then, when they were back, she burst out crying and apologizing right away. Her parents were startled, but glad that she was such an honest little baby. Obviously, they forgave her. . .and Dosne never ever did anything wrong again.

Pranky:

Her victim is always her slightly older sister, Dimmie; she's a really calm and quiet fox, even for an adult! However Dosne never got sick of Dimmie rejecting her jokes, and continued to annoy her; putting random bugs in her nest, screaming during the middle of the night, pretending to fall into a pool of quick-sand[are they in the desert? o3o]. . .eventually Dimmie fell for it, and Dosne was laughing so hard, that even Dimmie began to enjoy it! Her laughter is seriously contagious!

However, sadly, this didn't last forever. A sandstorm had killed the rest of the family, including Dimmie, and Dosne was left alone, lonely in the desert. This shocked her and changed her a lot, that she was barely recognizable as a lively pup. Now, in general she is gloomy, mysterious, and terribly sad; it's a wonder how she continues to live on, according to her muddled up feelings and pains.

Solitude:

She is always found alone. Company of others remind her so much of her family, especially Dimmie, and she can't bear to 'betray' them and move on to having other friends. She believes solitude is what she deserves, and when she sees another fennec fox, she gazes at them with eyes full of sadness before moving on.


Temper:

But, when that fox ventures up to her, even in a friendly, frivolous way, her temper flares. How dare they interrupt her solitude and mourning! She snaps and snarls at them, her eyes starting to blaze like a forest fire, unquenchable. The best choice is to run away to safety, before she charges with all the power she has.

History:

Dosne.
A beautiful name, for a beautiful fox like her; curling, heart like bright markings entranced her, giving her a lovely, yet mystical look. She grinned, her white teeth glowing like precious gems.
"Dimmie," she called.
Another fox, which was less beautiful than the first, but just as charming, wagged her tail in response. "I'm coming, Dosne. Don't worry."
"Worry? Why'd I worry?" replied Dosne, sounding rather indifferent. "Just be quiet and come over here."Dimmie grinned at her funny sister, and padded over in exaggerated slow motion to annoy the chubby little cub even more. Dosne was puffing and glaring by the time Dimmie arrived.
"So, what should we do?"
"Play. call Torb."Torb was the sisters' brother, though a bit too old for games, and pretended to be mature. He was no fun at times, but now was an exceptionally cool day; so why not call him?
"Fine. Torb!" yelled Dosne in her high-pitched voice. "Let's plaaaaaaaay!"
The adolescent just yawned from the distance, flicking his tail in indifference. "Play your own games, little sister."
"Fine, then. Don't be jealous about our awesome games!" she retorted hotly, her tail swishing back and forth.
She turned to Dimmie, her expression replaced by a ridiculously enormous grin. "So, what now?"
"Let's play catch. It's always fun."
"Sure. On the count of ten, you run. One. . .two. . ."
Then Dosne bolted.
"HEY!" Dimmie yipped. "Unfair!" "Life IS unfair. Deal with it!"The sisters tumbled in the sand, laughing and giggling and covering themselves in dusty sand. By the time they fell apart they were panting in exhaustion, but their eyes were shining brightly and zealously, ready for another play-fight if only they weren't so tired.

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Dosne yawned, revealing her salmon pink tongue. She flopped on her back, revealing her soft underbelly. Dimmie walked up and tickled it, and Dosne curled up, giggling too.
The sisters stared at other with loving family-eyes, before both going to sleep peacefully in their cool den, curled up against each other with a slight smile on their lips.

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Days.
Weeks.
They passed on as fast as zephyrs, and the foxes grew.
Torb was a fully grown adult, and said he would leave to 'Find his own life'.
Dimmie had grown into a slender, graceful young fox, with chocolate brown fur and dark, twinkling eyes.
Dosne, finally, had a much lighter, sandy coat, but what was most special was that she had markings; like entwining vines, green and blue, al over her left haunch and front legs, and some around her eyes. Her eyes themselves were piercing aqua blue.
Their personalities hadn't changed much; Dimmie and Dosne were still best friends and loving sisters.
The day Torb had said he would leave, the family was stunned, but not to much--they knew that one day, this day would come. Their parents cried and hugged him tight, telling him to take care, be safe, and one day return happily. Torb promised he will, his eyes softening a bit.
Dimmie and Dosne whispered among themselves, purposefully annoying thier brother by giving loud hints suh as 'stupid' 'weirdo'. They giggled when Torb glared at them, and sprinted away.
"Can't catch me!" Dosne yellled.
Dimmie grinned, and followed Dosne around in circled around Torb. For once Torb smiled, too, and joined in the game, for he might not be seeing his younger sisters for a long, long time. . .
Soon the three were lying on the sand, panting heavily, their chests heaving.
"Well, THAT was fun," announced Dosne, flicking her bushy, yet elegant tail.
"It was," Dimmie agreed. "If only we weren't so tired, we'd do it again, right?"
Dosne nodded. She was about to drift off to a sweet nap after saying a final goodbye to Torb, but as she was about to, her parents screamed.

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"What is it?" Dosne yelled, feeling her fur prick up in cold nervousness.
But she diddn't have to be told.
In the distance, a layer of foggy, creepy and dusty storm was billowing fast, sweeping through the ntire desert and breaking everything, killing everything, in its violent way.
"A sand storm. . ."
Dosne was parlyzed to her spot, and she gazed at it in horror. But then, she saw her den. Safety. She dashed into it, and expected the rest of her family to come.
They didn't.
"Come in!" she shrieked, poking her head out; but it was too late. Her parents were already swept into the sand, and Torb, too. Dimmie was left staring at Dosne. She shook her head and murmured, "Goodbye."Then she was gone. Forever. . .
"Noooooooooo!" cried Dosne. She was tearful, and sobbing. "Noo.. ...."She was safe from the storm. When it was gone, she was safe and sound, but was very, very shocked and mentally hurt. It could never, or seemed as if never, be repaired ever again.

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WIP~

a poem about her.

The zephyr blows,
free and strong,
Breezing past
The lonely one

Her fur is sleek,
Her eyes twinkle,
With mysterious light
But with blight

Her eyes brood sad
Lonely and dark,
Far beyond reach
Of mortal lightOther:
Second try~ I'd love to make her my fursona ^^


Squiddy Smoothie

[TemaPup]

Username: TemaPup
Name: Jethro
Gender: Male
Species: American Pit Bull Terrier (blue/white collared irish)
Kennel Number: 80
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?: I love characters and I'd love to get some more natural-colored ones. I am an art student so I draw my characters and write about them in my free time, during/between classes, etc. On top of all that, he'd adorable and amazing and I think he really would work well in my loving family of characters. Last of all, I knew an American Pit Bull Terrier that I loved with all my heart, and she died in a dog fight, laced up on drugs, and all her pups were euthanized because they were deemed too violent, when really they were just scared little puppies.
Personality: He's rough around the edges, but playful. Every now and again, Jethro will get out of line and go a little too far, but with a little loving, he can be the sweetest thing ever. He loves to run and wrestle. At night, he's terrified to leave his owner's bedside. He calms down almost completely at night, laying and sleeping with his owner.
History: (Based on a true story) His mother's name was Suga, and she died fighting in a dog fight. A girl came and rescued the pups, but he, Jethro, wasn't a cute red like the rest of them, like his mother. No, he took after his father, and no one wanted him. Eventually, he was left on the streets. A young girl came and rescued him, though. He was feral and rough, but she'd rehabilitated him carefully, over the course of many weeks.
Other: I'll develop him better of the course of the next few weeks, for sure.
Squiddy smoothie

Username: TemaPup
Name: Fyra
Gender: Female
Species: Squirell
Kennel Number: 28
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?: As said above, I'm an art student. But I also don't have many weird species characters. This Squirell is adorable and I love how I can pose her in so many ways, as a hunter, a friend, a cute fella, and all that.
Personality: Fyra is very rambunctious and loves bouncing around and trying to get to the highest points around. She loves to live wild and free, but she loves coming home for a snack and a nap every now and again. She often gets herself into some pretty sticky situations.
History: When she was a very young Squirell, she got caught on the top of a barbed wire fence. A kind woman came by and carefully climbed the fence, unentangling her and taking her home to help her. The Squirell tried to get away, and the woman had to be very careful to calm her. The Squirell finally calmed down and realized Tema was helping her. With time, she healed, and Tema let her go. But every now and again, she would come back. Since then, they'd been close friends.
Other: As stated above, all of my characters get routine overhauls and random changes to their story. These guys may end up with an all new story or a completely revamped, better, story.
Squiddy smoothie

Username: TemaPup
Name: Zakhary
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
Kennel Number: 29
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?: I'm a gay person, an I've been heavily affected by LGBT communities. I also have a love of raves. And I also forget, all the time, where the colors are in life. It's always the blacks, the whites, the greys. I've been planning on adopting just the right rainbow-themed character, so I can draw him when I'm sad. As for the name, that's of great significance as well.
Personality: Zakhary is very playful and loves to bound around, making people happy and making sure no one he can help is sad. He's a great friend and a loving guy.
History: Zak used to be a depressed pup. But he saw that there was so much he could do, and so many people he could help, that he had to help them. Zak had a gift. So he went into the world to bring smiles and happiness all around. (Though he does enjoy the occasional party or two. )
Other:
Squiddy smoothie

[Haagen-Daagen]

Username:4dogowner
Lineart Link/Credits:Made entirely by me, lines and all.
Name:Chief
Gender:male
Species:Canine
Preferences:
-Name and gender may change, but not species.
-You may add minor accessories to him.
-If you decide you no longer want him, return him to SLAP, or back to me. No selling/trading/giving him away!
-I would love to recieve a link so I can see how he is treated by his new owner.
-Don't use it as your fursona, or any of your characters' mates. No breeding him.
-Give me(4dogowner) credit for the design and lines.
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[Solanum]

Thanks for the donation ^^

[Haagen-Daagen]

(This is a WIP, but it should be completed soon. ;])
Username:4dogowner
Name:Jase
Gender:male
Species:Pitbull
Kennel Number:79
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:I absolutely adore pitbulls, but have never managed to draw one that I liked enough to keep as a character. This fella caught my eye a while back, and I was surprised even then that he hadn't been adopted yet. Seeing that he still hasn't been adopted just made me extremely intent on trying for him again. I love naturally colored characters, and Jase's tricoloration is just extraordinary, despite it's simplicity.
If I manage to win this handsome boy, he will reside in his own page(or bunker, as I like to refer to them as) on my character website. He won't ever just be left to collect dust, as he will be included in stories galore, and roleplays if permitted. I will quite happily draw art of this boy, as well as commission some from other players.
Personality:
Finnicky-Jase has grown quite wary of other dogs, and humans, throughout his lifetime. He often tries to avoid strangers, in fear of being caught by surprise and winding up injured by them. If he is nearby someone he trusts, he'll probably stay close to them and observe the stranger from there. If he's with someone he cares about, he focuses more on keeping them safe from the potential danger than himself. He will stand protectively in front of them and watch the strange person or animal intently until he feels they aren't dangerous, or until they leave.
Gentle Giant-Jase is extremely affectionate to those that he is fond of. He will lovingly nuzzle them in greeting, his tail waving kindly. He is never rough or overly playful with others, as he is rather large and ever-aware of it. He is always very careful not to do anything that might accidentally harm his companion(s). He really is quite the gentle giant when among those he likes.
Laughs-Jase loves to tell jokes or funny stories when with his family or friends. He really enjoys having fun and making others laugh. The sounds of their gleeful chuckles and laughs just make him feel so joyful inside, so happy because they are happy. He would willingly give up his time, or really anything else, for his loved ones. It's worth all that's lost just to see them smile. He would do anything they wanted him to.
Easily Distracted-Jace is a very curious boy, and quite often that causes him to wander off, or become distracted by things that interest him. It takes patience to have a real conversation or anything of the sort with him, as he's likely to trail off in the middle of a sentence while watching something that catches his intrigue.

History: The first thing he saw was the blurred vision of a large, blue-grey head. After a few minutes of his newly opened eyes adjusting to the new sights, the small puppy was able to see clearer. Three other puppies were around him, crawling around and releasing short yips and whines. He turned away from them, nuzzling into the large warm body of his mother. He'd saught comfort from her from the moment he was born, before he could see and hear. It was all he knew. He and his siblings drank her milk hungrily, feeling the warmess fill their bellies. The young pup shut his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

Three Weeks Later

The little white, grey, and tan puppy had grown quite a lot in the past few weeks. He and his siblings were now rambunctious youngsters, bounding around on unsteady feet. Their mother had stopped allowing them to drink her milk, and would snap at them each time they tried. They soon learned it wasn't worth it to try. Their mother would leave them for a while everyday. "Stay here."she would tell them all, nuzzling them each gently, before turning to trot away from their little makeshift den behind an old building. The puppies would spent the first few minutes waiting simply playing with each other, but that always grew boring fast. They always grew impatient, waiting for mother. She would return with food. It was different everyday, sometimes old bread pieces, or some fruit. On rare occasions, some little bits of glorious meat. She was never able to carry more than a small amount at a time, so she often had to go back and forth multiple times to get enough to feed them all. They were always hungry, but she never found enough to fill their bellies. One day, she decided that they were old enough to come along. "Come quickly, and stay close to me."she warned them before they left. The pups were extremely excited to be able to go with her for once.
As they followed close behind her, sniffing the air with interest and gazing around as they walked, the little grey, white, and tan pup began to absentmindedly wander away from the group. Little by little, he became separated from his mother and siblings. When he finally realized that he has become distracted, he had no idea where his family had gone. Frantic whimpers escaped his mouth as he bounded around anxiously, searching desperately for them. But alas, he had gone too far from them, and they were entirely out of sight. After several minutes of searching, as well as diving out of the way of humans and large automobiles when he wandered into the streets, he finally gave up. He hung his head in defeat as he lie down sadly on a corner, sheltered from the hot sun by an area of shade. After walking for so long on the hot sidewalk, the pads of his feet were terribly sore and burnt, and the pup whined despite himself. He was awfully tired, and he lie weakly on the ground, eyeing all the passerbys warily, although he wasn't sure whether he had strength enough to flee if needed. He fell into a sleep, exhausted from walking so long and really just hoping that when he awoke, he'd be back with his family again. He was woken up by the sound fo strange noises, voices. He groggily opened his eyes, jumping out of fright at what he saw.
A small girl was bending down and looking at him, her pudgy little hands reachign towards him. "Puppy mommy! Puppy!"she squealed joyously, a bright smile on her face. The pup stared at her, wide eyed as he tried to tell whether she was a threat. A larger human approached, murmuring,"Oh, look how thin he is.." Before he could react, the pup felt hands wrap around him, and his body lift off the ground. He growled weakly, snapping halfheartedly at his capter. She simply stroked his back reassuringly, and the pup felt his eyelids grow heavy. He began feeling safer in the human's arms, comforted by her gentle strokes... He fell back asleep. When he awoke, he lie in a fluffy red bed. He shook his head groggily and looked around in confusion. Two bowls were nearby his bed, one filled with water and one with strange pellets. He sniffed them curiously. They smelled interesting, and he sure was hungry.. He caught one on his tongue and chewed it up. He sniffed the food again and took a few bites, his hunger suddenyl growing ravenous. He climbed out of the bed and began gobbling up the food. The woman came in the room and he glanced at her curiously, still eating. "Oh he's awake and eating. That's good." The woman seemed pleased, so the pup decided she wouldn't be dangerous to him anytime soon.
For the rest of the day, the pup sat witht he girl and mother for quite a while, tipping his head in confusion at them as they said strange words at him. "Spike! Ronnie! Duke! Henry!" He had no idea what any of that meant. This went on for a quite a while before they seemed to give up, and stuck him out back, watching him for a while. He relieved himself and wandered around, ignoring the excited noises they made. This place was interesting...

Three Weeks Later

The pup had grown quite a lot in the past few weeks, and the humans had yet to succeed in naming him. So, he just learned to come whenever he heard a whistle, or a clap of their hands. He was quite large now, no longer the little pup he had been only a few weeks before. His handsome grey, white, and tan coat was more prominant now. Whenever the humans took him out on walks, he saw looks of anger or fear on other human's faces when they saw him. He'd wag his tail in greeting, yet they would simply project feelings of aggression back towards him. Each time, his humans would hug him and murmur in his ear,"You're not a bad boy, don't worry.." He was so confused. He never tried to do anything wrong. Why did humans hate him so? At least his family loved him, though.. He sighed, remembering his real family for the first time in quite a while. He wondered where they were..Had they found humans as well? On the way home, he continued to think about them.
Life was going well for the young dog. At least, for a while. He sat up on his bed one afternoon when someone came to the door. He heard the woman and the stranger speaking to each other. "Pit bulls are dangerous to other animals and humans." the stranger sounded angry, but his human sounded angrier. "He is not dangerous! You can't take him!" They argued for a while more, until the stranger finally left. The dog stood and nuzzled his human, trying to console her and calm her agitation. She smiled and stroked him, but said nothing.
The next day, they went for a car ride. The dog peered out the windows curiously, wondering where they would be going. He looked to his human for a clue, but saw nothing in her expression to signify a familiar site. So he sat patiently and waited. They finally reached their destination, quite a while later. This place was very unfamiliar to him, yet he obediantly allowed her to take his leash and lead him into the building. Inside, the woman spoke to another stranger, and the dog could sense sadness in her tone. He nuzzled her anxiously, wanting to console her and make her feel better. She avoided looking at him, and he stared at her in shock as she handed the man his leash. He strained against the leash as he began pulling it, whining at his past master. She glanced at him, deep sadness in her eyes as they filled with tears. "Go, boy.." The dog hesitated, then sadly turned away and followed the man. Leaving didn't hurt him near as badly as the tears he saw rolling down her face. He would leave if that would make her happy.
He spent the next several days in a pen, surrounded by many other dogs in pens. He felt empty, no matter how much he ate. So much was missing without his humans. Although he hadn't even been given a name, he had adored them so much. Now, he was alone again. He'd been left behind, just like when he was a puppy. He had thought his humans would be his forever..now he didn't know what to believe..
Other:
Squiddy smoothie

[Solanum]

I know the codedrop was meant to be on the 18th, but I'll move it back to probably next saturday because to be honest, I really don't feel like reading forms/updating etc right now xD