Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[LightFall]

I am looking to adopt...
Picture:
Kennel number: P60
Name: Bay
Breed: Wolf Mix
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Personality: Bay is a little rebellious at times, but can be very sweet. She loves to do art, which she is usually made fun of for, being a wolf and all. She also is a vegetarian, which doesn't help things much. Although, she stands up for herself, and knows how to get them to listen when she wants to.
Likes: Spring, artwork, friends.
Dislikes: Mean wolves, meat.
History/Background: Bay became a vegetarian when her parents died from meat poisoning. She was little, and learned to fend for her self at a young age. She is made fun of at times, but did manage to find some friends. Bay manages o get through hard times, although she doesn't know how!
Art: It's really not that good, but ok.
Other: I would love to have this beauty!

[KillerGramcracker <3]

Both of my forms are done :3

[Zeee]

this is ending on monday, correct? instead of saturday?
i'll probably be done my form before monday, thankfully,
and the only thing i have left to finish is my story.
sorry if this is spam :c
(this is the hardest form i've ever worked on :o)

[ki-neko animura]

I am looking to adopt...
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or


Kennel number: P14 or F62
Name: Lanessa or Dosuru (Dosu)
Breed: wolf or bear
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I love both of these characters and am having a hard time deciding which one i want for my one character that i want to write a story about. They both caught my eye because of their adorable markings and now am having a hard time deciding.
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
Art:
Other:


Are we allowed to use the same form for two characters? I really cant choose between the two of these adopts so i was wondering if i could submit the form for both of them and just (possibly) win one? If not i will have to decide.

[Offended Cockatiel]

I havn't adopted in a wile.. aspiecly from an agency. And... Somehow I think these guys just seam to fit, I feel a spark comming on, but with Romii it's the most, she's drawing me out.


I am looking to adopt...
Love. And Cherish.
Picture:
Kennel number: P14
Name: Romii
Breed: WolfXterrier mix
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Personality: Romii is what you call a street urchin. She hasn't gotten chances in her life to change that, so she grew up homeless, and grew up learning an attitude of "get what you may and take what you can. Or it'll be too late." That's what she's always learned so sometimes after a wile she may seam over bairing, head in the clouds. But for a street dog who's with her own little gang, as otragiose as she can get, she's still pretty quiet, soft and shy. She likes the idea of people always being caring to one another, but never puts her hopes too high for anything. As if even if something good happens, somehow it'll turn sour, she believes. She's in a sence, bashfull, but you'll never know how she's feeling best better than looking at her expretion .. She doesn't like people knowing how shy and affectionate she can be at times.
I'm seeing that through out the day i'm drawing her, over and over again, with short hair, long hair, different outfits, in different parts of her history and such..

^thatupthere-- Going to rewright that better I think ;u;
Likes:
Food
Sweet foods
Kind people
Animals
Nature
Her Cap
Orange juice
Acting like a girl
Comfortable clouthes
Big soft comfy things



Dislikes:
Sour foods
Spicey foods
Rough things
Rocks
The streets
Tight clouthes
Being extreamly girly
Much loudness
Being scolded
Mechanics and technology
Claims to dislike wearing dresses
High pitched noises
Water

Of course, I was always a girl.
History/Background:
The streets are tough..
So I have to be tough with them.
I used to live in a little gang of five dogs. There was Ringo, he was the big guy you always saw comming, he liked to take care of us a lot, and then there was Maluit, he would barely talk to any one at all. Think about silent and deadly. Then there was Pine, he was the one that bounced around in light of any situation, good or bad, and usually tried to get everyones attention, probably the exact opposit of Chess, who didn't like other's to give him attention much at all. Though he was our spy wolf.. odd.. we were an odd group.
We called ourselves The Troopers, courtasy of Pine.
But then one of them got tacken away by the dog catcher of our streets, and we couldn't find him again, I don't know what happened after that, I just seamed to blank out... and we all just split up after that.
I don't know why, i'm not sure what really changed us, but we weren't our group without him.
We weren't the Troopers anymore, we were Ringo, Maluit, Chess, Romii.. but we weren't us. The Us that went through so many things together.
That was all before I met Aaliyah..
Aaliyah was the one who took me in and taught me to be better. I'll admit that. I wasn't one not to be compleatly filled with attitude... and It's sort of funny to think that she found me in a large-ish box, sleeping. But life turns on you at the most unexpected times. She took me to her home, gave me a room, bought me clouthes and even bought things to decoraite my room with. I don't think it's even possible for her to be mean without it being accidental, she's probably the only one that I trust compleatly with my heart. I've been part of a little gang that did everything together, but... she's still the one I trust most.
Though at times I think she's too obliviose, as if she doesn't realise what kind of life i've lived has things different than what she's lived in, even though she knows so well the difference... she's always trying to find a way to help me.. but every now and then I wish she'd ease up, I guess as cheesy and girlish as it sounds..Sometimes all I need is a hug. . .blegh..haha..
I guess why I trust her most has to do with the fact that she knows all of me, i've never actually been able to open up, to tell somebody what I was feeling. But from the first day she's brought out more and more of me. She knows what I fear most, what I crave and.. I really love her.

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As i've said, she found me in a box. You should have seen how suprised she was to find me out there. And for some reason, it seamed she couldn't stand the life I had. I was like.. the little puppy she found in the box after all the others had been tacken. Even if it sounds sappy. That tiny runt in the corner you could say. She said that she'd take me to her home and take care of me. Somehow I think she turned into a mother. That is.. the one I never had. You could say the ideal little image you had. You know thouse little orphans that think parents are so great to have... yeaaaa.. A caring figure that watches over you, loves you and you love back, even when they scold you or ignore you. Yet it was different. Now thinking about it I think I feel scared, she's made me so much less self-contiose than I ever knew i'd been, she taught me to care and soon my temper dissapeared. Even on the first day she took me in and prepared food for me instantly, and when I had to bathe as she said, she came with me to watch over because of my fear with water. I was to after all listen to whatever she wished.

wip


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More in depth-
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In the past-
The past changes people
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"C'moooon now Cheeeess!" I tryed to urge the medium sized man dog. "We'll go sneak through, get some and then be back before you know it! You know we can't do it without you..!" Hmph..! How could he be so stubborn! Ringo stepped in beside me. "Chess, you know we havn't gotten anything big to eat in a wile! and plus.. you'd never hear the end of it from Romii if you didn't come."-"Hey!" I butted in, eyebrow raised. "Shut it Ringo.." I grumbled, glancing away.
"You know we've been waiting for this for a week. We're not going to get another chance Chess.." Ringo faced me... "Right Romii?" And I was ready to agree but.. "Well Ringo, I obviosly if agree'd with you, you'd never hear the end of it.." He looked away like a snappy chick, head held high. Ringo turned to me. "Come on Romii, I didn't mean it like tha-" But I had already turned my tail to him, high in the air, walking away. "Don't care.."
Hmph.. I'm not that annoying. We could do the hot dog hiest another time... this was some pride on the line here.
A few minutes passed before anyone came to bother me. "What's got you all in a twist Romii?" It was Pines voice, I flicked one ear up slowly to show recognition. "Nothing.." But Pine wasn't going to give up that easly. Sadly enough. "You've been like this all day, what's up with you anyways?"



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But we still are somehow the same
From loud and exitable to a silent kind of sneaky


WIP



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I am looking to adopt...
Picture: [imghttp://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/225/d/6/custom_adoptable_17_by_jeddie84-d46fpuk.png[/img]
Kennel number: --
Name: Delete/Detache
Breed:
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
History/Background:
You don't count yourself to be something speacial when you've finally grown up. I mean.. everyones unique, everyones got something that someone does not.
I've always wondered what it would be like to be one of the good guys. You could say that we weren't that different from the none techonligical worlds beings. We wanted what we couldn't have, instead of appreciating what wonders we did have.. or atleast, I was like that. I'm not sure about the world around me. But in a homacidal world such as ours how could I not hope for such things?
We called the people of the other world flesh-drivers. It came from the idea that as we controll a technoligal form, they controlled that of flesh. It's like saying, if a car was alive, it would drive itself and could make itself work, that's a good way to describe us. We in the motherboard are technological beings. though no flesh-drivers actually have any known name for us.
Like any world out cliche, where the flesh-driven created something to enhance us, and the effect was accidental and big. And of course two teams were created, one that was for peace between the two of our worlds and the ones wishing to take over.
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[! october]

Are we allowed to use the same form for two characters? I really cant choose between the two of these adopts so i was wondering if i could submit the form for both of them and just (possibly) win one? If not i will have to decide.

While I don't believe that it's directy stated in the rules, I don't think that you can do that, no. ^^;
If you can't decide, though, you could try for both of them, as the limit is two P forms and one F form per round.

[Lady Who]

Finnished my form

[Desmond]

I am looking to donate...
Image:

Lineart used (if any): Custom by me.
Name: Metallica
Gender: Male
Species: Thylacine
Preferences: No design or species changes, except for minor tweaks in color or shape. Needs to be used and loved, and have a home on a thread or site.
By submitting this form, I, -3B-, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
AreYouAWitch

I am looking to donate...
Image:

Lineart used (if any): Custom by me.
Name: "Party Pooper" Fuzzball
Gender: Up to adopter
Species: Fuzzball
Preferences: Please keep him a fuzzball, and please include the spoon he's carrying, because it certainly seems to be special to him. He can have a few design tweaks, but nothing major. He also needs a home on a thread or site, and he needs to be loved. After all, who can't love a grumpy piece of fuzz?
By submitting this form, I, -3B-, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
AreYouAWitch

I am looking to donate...
Image:

Lineart used (if any): Custom by me
Name: Ortheo
Gender: Male
Species: Orthus (mythological brother of Cerberus and father of the Sphynx)
Preferences: No design or species changes - he is not a Cerberus! He needs a home on a thread or site, and he needs to be used often and loved. The snake he has for a tail is a Fierce Snake - a very deadly snake in Australia.
By submitting this form, I, -3B-, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
AreYouAWitch

I am looking to donate...
Image:

Lineart used (if any): http://darkwolfyoukai.deviantart.com/#/d2qj493 (It's been put in storage, though)
Name: Up to adopter
Gender: Up to adopter
Species: Cheetah
Preferences: No species or design changes. Needs a home on a thread or site, and needs to be used often and loved. Please don't add accessories that would harm the animal; harmless accessories are fine.
By submitting this form, I, -3B-, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
AreYouAWitch

I am looking to donate...
Image:

Lineart used (if any): [X]
Name: Spots
Gender: Idon'teven-
Species: Newtdog
Preferences: No species changes; minor design changes are allowed. Needs a home on a thread or site, and needs to be used often and loved. Please don't add accessories that would harm the animal; harmless accessories are fine.
By submitting this form, I, -3B-, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.
AreYouAWitch

[Leviathan]

I am looking to adopt...

Kennel number:
P38
Name:
Eclipse [E-clips]
Breed:
American Paint Mustang
Height:
14.5 hh

Personality:
Eclipse is a bit of a wildcard because she's very impulsive. She is very headstrong so she will usually follow her own path instead of anyone else. She is also very superstitious, believing in many old legends like the Willow of the Wisps from Scottish Legend, and is curious about everything. Eclipse is not very trusting, she jumps to conclusions because of what happened to her, and distrusts almost all humans. Though she can be very sweet and protective. She prefers solitude, and loves to travel through the mountains, making her myth come alive for anyone that spots her.































Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Obviously the first reason would be that she's gorgeous. I am absolutely head over heels for black and white paint horses, so she is right up my ally. As a bonus, with her I felt she would make for an awesome story character, I had so much fun writing her personality, and story because she's not really like any of my other characters. She more hesitant, and distrusting with an amazing back story that makes her so unique in my eyes, even if her design isn't that complicated. Like all of my most cherished characters, she would get art whenever I am able to get her some. Plus, she would get a spot on my character thread so all of CS could see how amazing she is <3

Theme Song(s):
Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift x Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

Likes:
♘ Winter
- Eclipse does not like heat, and instead likes to be in a colder climate where it is almost always snowy. She blends in better with her surrounding during winter, and it's easier for her to get away.
♘ Willow O' the Wisps
- Her companion is a willow of the wisp that lost it's way, and she was always a big believer in their legend.
♘ Myths/Legends
- Being so superstitious, Eclipse enjoys hearing about all different legends and myths, since she knows some of them are true. Her Willow O' the Wisp companion is proof of that.
♘ Fog
- Fog is Eclipse's best friend. It's one of the reasons she became a myth to the humans, whenever she is spotted, she is coming out of a wall of fog.

Dislikes:
♞ Crowds
- Eclipse does not like herds, or crowded places. It is unknown if she is claustrophobic or not, but she prefers solitude.
♞ Humans
- Because of her ordeal, Eclipse does not trust, or like humans. She avoids them at all costs, but because her curiosity gets the best of her, she watches them from afar at night.
♞ Pets
- Eclipse is disgusted by the thought of having a human on her back, making her submit and do what they want. She thinks all animal owned by humans have been brainwashed, and their spirits have been broken.
♞ Bears
- Eclipse has had one to many run-ins with bears. She avoids their territory altogether.

History/Background:
Gunshots.
Gunshots were the sound that startled Eclipse awake. The young black and white paint sprung to her hooves in a matter of seconds. But as soon as she was up, she was back down. She had been sleeping with her herd, but now she was in a mix of flying dust and manes, she was stuck in the middle of a stampede. As soon as there was an opening, she hauled herself back up, her nostrils flaring, eyes wide in confusion. She could now make out cowboys up on their tamed horses. They hooted and hollered, firing shots from silvery pistols into the night sky as they tried to keep the herd of wild horses from scattering into the night. Eclipse was a young filly at the time, she had been born into the herd. For days they had been safe, but now it seemed the cowboys were going to round them up. Then when they were all broken, they'd be no more than pets, following the humans every command and never being allowed to run free again. Her chest was heaving as she made a dash for the trees, but she wasn't fast enough.

A rope was tossed around her neck, the man who threw it yanked back. Eclipse felt the scratchy cold material choke her, and she was thrown to the ground unable to grasp enough air to fill her lungs. The greasy-looking man jumped down from his horse, across his face was a disturbingly sadistic sneer. She whinnied hoarsely in fear as the cowboy put a boot on her heaving side, the heel digging into her skin as he loosened the rope just barely enough for her to take short, ragged gasps. He threw more ropes over her, binding her legs together as he tied the other ends to a few of their horses. Eclipse felt utterly defeated, she dropped her head heavily against the cold ground and tried to take bigger breaths. But before she had a chance to fill her lungs, the man mounted his horse to go. She was sharply jolted forward, as she was dragged across the ground. Her side burned, she could feel her pelt being pulled, and her skin being cut. Small painful noises escaped her mouth as she tried to wriggle free, but they were going to fast, the ropes too tightly bound. She blacked out from the pain.

When she came too, she saw the other horses being driven into a pen. She was about to close her eyes again when she felt an excruciatingly painful slap against her flank. They were whipping her. A tear ran down her face as she struggled to her feet, her once magnificent coat now a dingy grey, splashed with dried blood. Some of the ferocity came back into her eyes as a man approached her. Her head dropped down, and she prodded the ground with her front hoof, signs of a charging animal.
- You will not break my spirit -

Eclipse ran at the man, she hit him hard with her steps faltered slightly, being thrown off-balance for a quick second from the hit. The man that had captured her was thrown against a wooden fence, the wind knocked out of him. Her muscles ached from what she'd already been put through. Now she was using all of her energy to get away.

Out of nowhere more cowboys, this time on their mounts surrounded her. She reared up, determined not to let them take her, but she was scared to death. They started to move in on her, she got ready to fight. But in the corned of her eye she could make out a small blue speck, it was glowing beside the barn. Deciding there was no other chance for her, she bolted through the line of cowboys towards it. Now she saw it more clearly, and the stories about old Scottish legends flooded back into her mind, along with her mother's words, "If you see a Willow O' the Wisp, follow it. It's sure to put you on the right path". The Wisp seemed to be slowly whispering her name as she bolted after it. It kept disappearing and then reappearing in different places, leading her away from the ranch.

It has now been almost a year since the Wisp, Ravilus led her away from the ranch. She followed him for weeks to a new land, where it was always cold and snowy. Where she didn't have to worry about people seeing her unless she wanted them to. She was free, and she would never be tamed. Ravilus led her so far that he lost his way back, no he stays with Eclipse as her loyal companion. She has become a legend across the cowboy nation. Their legend says that she roams the mountains looking for the cowboy that captured her, and if she comes across you, with your intentions not being pure of heart, she'll lead you away to somewhere you will never be found. She is only seen by humans in the winter at night, always appearing out of a wall of fog. Some even think of her as a Ghost.

Companion:
Her companion is a blue Willow O' the Wisp that saved her from the cowboys by leading her to safety, but in turn lost it's way. His name is Ravilus.

Art:

Escaping with Ravilus

Poem:
A heartbeat so strong,
A will no one can match,
Standing in the rain all night long,
Takes guts just to watch,

Like a ghost in the night,
A gentle frost on the land,
She won't give up the fight,
It's time to take a stand,

Please remember me as I am,
I promise you'll be safe and sound.

Other:
Thanks for the opportunity to try for her! I really hope she comes home with me C:

[king_bear]

kennel number
p one hundred and fourty
username
Checkered

full name
"My name is Sabric Cellars."
nicknames
"I like to call myself Saber, and most of the people know me as so. I always introduce myself with Saber. Some call me Sab, some Sabric, but those are less."
meaning of name
"I think it comes from the Arabic "Sabri", which means patient."

age
"I have walked this Earth for twenty-one seasons."
gender
"Can't you tell?"
species
"I am known to be a dog."
breed
"A Dobermann, to be more precise."

description of accesoires
"I wear many accesoires, including a cape. The cape is very shattered, keeping holes and scratches everywhere. I already have it for a long time. The collar of the cape is a cotton string, covered up with fur of what I think is a bear or wolf. The cape is light brown, with a dark brown collar and greyish fur. The string is tied together halfway my neck, around my shoulder blade.
The other accesoires I wear, is a long red-beaded necklace, reaching until the end of my shoulder and the begin of my leg, with a golden key at the end of it.
The last accesoire I wear, is a small crown-like item around my left ear. It's golden, and made of iron painted gold."
emotional meaning of the accesoires
"From all three accesoires I wear, the cape means the most to me. It has been given to me by my teacher, my lord, who wore it before me. At his death, where I was not absent from, he gave it to me with the task to use it well, and so I did. It is a relic to me, very treasured and I will never give nor throw it away. For that, the emotional bond with it is too big.
The second most treasured item I have, is the necklace. You could say that the love of my life gave it to me, hence for her love, but that would be too sugary. At the tribe, I had a friend, that was indeed a fae, and we were having a stronger bond than "just friends", but we weren't far enough to make it really matter. She gave it to me, when I left for battle. That's how I gained it.
There's a tie between the necklace and the crown, though. The crown is something that I inherited from my grandmother, though I had not a very strong bond with her before she died. It recalls family for me."
scars/odd markings
"The most eye-catching markings that I own are certainly the scars around my eyes, reforming the lids to a strange picture. I can see with them, however."

personality
"At first sight, I look like a very dangerous Dobermann. I cannot deny this, if I look back at how I just described myself. Though, I am only dangerous to those who make me so. I am not going to give you a very brief explanation of my normal personality, of how I behave when there are others around, but into my thoughts, so you can understand my mind and understand my actions better.
The first thing I'd like to explain to you is, indeed, how I act normally, when I know I'm being watched. Usually, I just act very relaxed, very easy. I am not very easy around others, though, as socializing has never been my strongest point. I'd rather be alone, though that is, of course, not as easy when you are surrounded by fellow dogs or wolves. This makes me a little scared from the inside, though they say a warrior doesn't know what fear is. It does, it makes me feel locked up, not able to get out and get some fresh air.
Sometimes it really drives me mad, and then I'll get a mood explosion. This is often seen with big breeds like mine, so no one really pays attention to that, and I'll just scurr of to be alone somewhere else.
That's me, normally.

When I am alone, though, different sides of me bubble to the surface, giving me time to take a breath from the mood explosion I might have had previously. It makes me calm, roaming around alone and taking in a deep breath of freedom. There are not many things that calm me down like the forests around me. Their natural ways of life inspire me to get more natural myself as well, though I know that there is no way that that would ever happen.
In the forest I see the strength of the original animals, including us, wolves and dogs, and that gives me the strength to go on, to keep alive whatever may happen. The truth is, that I believe in the power of nature, more than in the power of an idividual. This, including the "religion" I live by, gives me the courage to keep fighting for the things I need to retain. I find my heart in this.
The forest and other parts of nature can also tell me lots about the inhabitants, how they live and what they do. In this way, I can gather much information about possible inimical packs or tribes, which gives me the comfort of knowing more about them than they do about you. Courage, you can call it. The fact of knowing, wisdom. It is something as easy as it can be, though it is a talent that I would never trade for something else.
I have heared many times that strolling around the forest can be a quite dangerous habit, as there are creatures in there that might want to take you down. It indeed is a great risk, though as a warrior I know that risks are a part of life, and that we should live by them. Risks are risks, but they give life a function, and at least they give a reason to do things that are not done by many. It gives you a reason to stand out, to be yourself and to function as you should.

The fact that warriors do not know fear, neither grief, neither anger, is not true. We are emotional, know what it is like to lose a brother in a war, know what it's like to see the enemy race towards you with this neverending courage that they always seem to have, and know what it is like to strengthen your hate because the other side took something loved by you. Emotions are, just like with you, daily circles of life, though we know that we must make that fact partially true. So we do, by halfly just pushing our emotions aside, and, as the other half, using a façade that not many know to break through. You could compare it to the Ice ages, where a layer of ice covers the true appeareance of the ground and its true senses. That way, we are insensitive for pain, grief, fear, anger and other negative emotions that crack down our courage. Courage is the most important thing in a warrior, the thing that he should wear with honour, with grace, and he should gain lots of it when war is coming.
The insensitiveness brings negative points out as well, though, including dishonor for the death of the opposite side, as we do not know what grief for the dead is. Frequently I am asked why the silence after a won battle is so deadly around myself. That is just, but I never explain it like this, because I do not want the dead to haunt me in the darker moments of my life. This has happened to the greater warriors before my time, as far as I know, and this will bring, indeed, fear to my heart if it were so. I do not want this to happen, of course, as I still have things to complete up with my past and I am not willing to bring it all back again.

The silence that hangs around me and my heart is strong, as many say, and I feel not sorry for them. I just do not see the value of a talk between brothers about things that do not matter. And there are lots of things that do not matter in my eyes. The only thing that does matter, is how you live your life, and I do not feel like talking about that to my fellow warriors. I calmly ignore their questions about this, or answer with a few words that are say nothing about my true me, that they never are able to understand me. And I do not feel guilty about this. It is just a part of me. Guilt is not something that I know about.
Many of my brothers, though, know this fact, and they do not question me and my actions, as they know I have thought about them well, that I have silently compared them to my other options and made my decision with my mind, instead of running into hell without a doubt. I do not understand such fools, as they do not show courage but only low intelligence, not thinking but doing and that their only goal is to show their friends how extremely sturdy they are. This is not a goal of mine, as I would rather expand my view to things that are much less dangerous, still risky though, but not as foolish as many decide to.

The wisdom I carry, as many say I carry lots, is something that I can say I am rather proud of, as I have gained much of it in the short lifespan I have seen in my past. This wisdom has partially grown within me by curiosity, the will to understand and to know, and partially because I have had great masters, great lords that were willing to learn me everything they know about many things. As I was an interested student, I have always paid attention to those who made me curious about things that mattered, and so I have always understood them by questioning them about certain points they explained, willing to learn more and more, widening the amount of wisdom I already carried and strengthening my brain to understand, to learn. This has been a very expensive occupation, not in the amount of gold it has cost me, but more emotional expensive, as I have seen many of them die after a long time of getting to know each other. These were the only persons that did matter to me, and seeing them die is still a hole in my heart for me. Thinking back about these pictures, this pain, still emotionally unstables me, though I know how to handle my emotions.

If there truly is something called 'happy hour' or 'quality time', then I have never felt so. Happiness is one of the hardest emotions I've ever felt before, as it makes me feel weak and seen, as if someone's looking at you, waiting for the right moment to take you down, on the moment you're the weakest. Yes, happiness makes me feel weak. Another reason why I do not show my emotions. Personally, I'd rather not show anything, but that is pretty much hard as I cannot hide everything. Happiness is, in my body, the most supressed emotion of all."
loves
"Nature. You can find it everywhere, and it is definately my first and only love of my life. Any form of it gives me courage, honour and gives me strength to go on with life. How hard it may be.
My battle brothers are very close to my heart as well, and those are on this list as well. In the way of bromance, not in the way of real love."
likes
"I am good friends with the friends I have, as I tend to strengthen the bonds that have formed until they are almost unbreakable. For so, my friends are close to me and spending time with them is very important and very much fun to me. I also like rain, ice and other forms of water, except for swimming. I just like to observe the rippling of the small waves when something touches the surface. Cold is also a plus for me, as my coat is quite thick and I am used to cold areas. So is winter, combining my love for both water (snow) and cold."
dislikes
"Very dry places are definately a number one, and I do not like to stroll around there at all. The thirst that comes up after a few hours is like a hell to me, as I am used to places with enough water to live off. Another min is discourageous wolves or dogs, and I prefer to avoid those, as I do not wish to teach them how to be courageous.
Light is something that is not really on this list, but neither on the likes list. I do not really like it, but disliking it is too big for me."
hates
"I purely hate too proud wolves, and I avoid them as much as I can. I cannot stand those with a too big feeling of self-consciousness, as I think we should all start small and begin to widen our horizon without making ourselves perfect in our own eyes. I cannot stand fire neither, I'd rather die from cold than sit around a fire, and I avoid fire as well. Singing is on this list as well, so a singing self-conscious dog around a fire is just hell on Earth for me."
favourite word
"Honour. It just sounds so perfect, and it is something to live by. Honour is one of the most important things in this way of life."
favourite colour
"Brownish red, the colour of leaves in fall."
favourite food
"Give me some deer."
favourite animal
"Any kind of bird. Their freedom inspires me, their way of flighting through air as no wolf nor dog has ever done is something magical."
favourite language
"I prefer Spanish over everything, señor."
favourite place
"I'd say the Stronghold, as I have always felt more home there than anywhere else, not even Vallyfell."
personal quote
"'Do not fear to be courageous, as courage takes fear away.' It's the quote of my family."
most treasured possession
"My cape."

history
"You can call my birth one of the most easiest moments in my life. There weren't very much complications, and me and my twin sister were born healthy, while there were no cubs to take care of at the same time. We both grew up happily, living at the cave my mother had stated as our home, just at the edge of the dog and wolf pack Vallyfell. My father, though, has never showed up yet again, after he left my mother when she found out she was pregnant, and I have never seen him. I do not know his name, neither, as my mother refused to talk about it and to tell me about him. I do not pity this fact.

My twin sister and me slowly grew older, taking our time to reach our maximum height and learning about the surroundings that were so home to us both. Quite some time after we were both old enough to leave our mother, I left, leaving my sister and my mother behind, to get into the real world, the big one.

I lived by myself for a while, for not too long, though. I just wandered around, stunned by the many different shapes and sizes of nature, every part of them amazingly beautiful. After a short while, i stumbled into something I could have never dreamed of..."

The sun had partially risen, giving all objects a reddish glow, as if the world was filled with fireflies. The forest was probably indeed filled with fireflies, but around these times none of these were awake. Saber squinted his eyes, as he hoped to see something through the bright light, coming straight from the front into his eyes. He was skinny; he had been travelling through harsh territories, where almost no deer or hog ran, but only a mouse or a rabbit, if you were lucky.
He had completed these areas not very long ago, and his ribs were still visible through his thin skin, making his stomach a wobbly surface.
The sun was bright enough not to show him that the forest that had come after the dry plains had ended right there, and that he was glaring at a large, stone building. There were not very many buildings around the Land of the Canines, because they were not able to built them themselves, and so they inherited them from the humans that had lived there long ago. Most had collapsed into ruins, though. This one, however, did not show any sign of a burst in the stones, as the surface of the walls was flat and clear as glass. It reflected the sunlight, making Saber even more squint, and so he was not able to see how large this castle was.
He seemed to have wandered into it from the backside, so the young dog began to walk to the other side, following the never-ending curve of the building, as it was a perfect circle. It seemed to last forever, but eventually he managed to get to the main entrance. The bridge was wooden, could be lifted with steel cables, though there were no human hands to do this anymore. So, the entrance was guarded by a ten-headed patrouille, all weaponed and armored, looking quite dangerous with a closer look.
Silently Saber acceded, showing the first sign of his presence. The guards, who were sitting around a small, wooden table firstly, barked and formed a wall in front of the door.

"Who are you, and what are your intentions?"
The first, probably the leader, asked Saber on a harsh tone. About this, the young dog had to think for a while. Was he going to tell them who he was, exactly, and having the chance of them knowing about him, maybe chase him in the future? Or was he going to lie, hoping they would believe him and have a certain chance of them chasing him if they found out who he really was?
"My name is Saber Cellars, my lord. I have no bad intentions, I was just looking for a temporary roof above my head."
The dog talked slowly, considering every word before speaking them.
The guard looked suspicious, but Saber could not add more to this, as it was perfectly true. It seemed to take ages, but eventually the guard nodded, and told him he had to talk to the Lord of the Stronghold first.
And so it was.

Saber, partially nervous about meeting such a honoured, influential person, waited for the Lord in a small room, with guards behind the door if he tried to do something that he had not stated before.
The door opened, and a wolf entered, his long mane flowing around his neck, his paws long and gracious. His eyes were blue, and looked old, with the grey hairs around it, but they did look wise in Saber's eyes.
In first instance, the eyes of the older wolf grew wider, as if he was surprised to see Saber around, if they were friends. Then, the warmth that Saber had seen so many times flickered up in the eyes for the first time, giving them a sparkle of life that hadn't been there before.
"Welcome, welcome." The wolf laughed, his voice soft, but low. "My name is Sir Vadevyka. What was your name again? The guards told me, but I did not remember with my old brain."
Saber was slightly stunned by the kindness, the way the wolf acted as if they were good friends after a long time no see, that he couldn't say a word.
"Saber." He eventually said, his voice very unstable. "Saber Cellars."
"A Cellars? Never thought I'd ever meet one of those again. I know that they are known by their extreme courage and honour, and you seem to be courageous as well, to just walk into a Stronghold without a doubt."
If Sir Vadevyka would have been a human, he'd put his feet on the table, tighten the rope of the neglige around his waist and lit up a pipe, asking butler James if they would bring them some tea. With cookies, please.
But, as he was not a human, he did not do any of those things, but seeing that there were no chairs in the room, as wolves nor dogs use chairs, he stood up from his sitting position, walked in a circle around Saber and took up every little detail of the dog's body. And some way, Saber knew that he was not going to forget this very soon.
"You have the built of your grandfather." Sir Vadevyka answered at last, winking slightly at him. "I am willing to take you in my home for an undetermined time, but you must promise me something."
Oh god, Saber thought. Now we get the worst part.
"You must promise me that I can mentor you in the subject of everything that you need to know. You seem to be a strong, young wolf, talented with an atletic body and the knowledge and courage of your ancestors, and I have always wanted to teach one of the Cellars something, instead that they would teach me so, as it was in the past."

At this point, Saber's mouth would fall open if he didn't have foresee this nor prevent it. His eyes grew wide, his tail made a small swish, from left to right, while that was the only sign that could be seen from the dog's body that pointed out amazing and stunned emotions.
"Yes, Sir. I would accept that gladly, and I'll promise it on my soul."

"And so I inhabited the Stronghold as well, seeing Sir Vadevyka as my father. He was too kind to me, and he learned me almost everything that I know. I also gained my cape from him, which was a very generous gift from him, as not many of us can keep the coat of the rabbits intact when chasing them down and killing them.
But, of course, there always is an end to the happy moments in a book, and so there is in real life. Sir Vadevyka had a disease, a disease that I do not know the name of, neither do I want to know, and he was old. Eventually, he died, and his son Jarrod took the Stronghold for himself. As Jarrod was a very selfish wolf, I could not stay there any longer, and I left.

After Sir Vadevyka, I have been taught by more mentors, though none of them could reach his level of knowledge. He has been a very close person to me, and I haven't met anyone ever since that meant the same to me.
Anyways, I have been wandering around ever since, joining the army without a doubt, to practise the theory that Sir Vadevyka taught me. I have fought a few wars, always coming out with worse injuries, and in that way I have gained the scars around my eye. Everything has healed normally, though, except for that single one. A scratch, not to be healing normally. Infected.
The wars always taught me something more; that I should be happy to have had such a great mentor, otherwise I would lie for dead between the other fallen on the battlefield as well, my body turning into dirt.
I have never left the army, and I do not plan to do so. The rhythm of the days have caught my soul, and I do not want to feel the solitary feeling of the lone traveller yet again. Most time alone is okay, though I do not want this to last all day. I am just searching for the right companion, the one who is able to take me away from the army and everything else, and take me into the big world yet again, as there is so much more to explore."
hometown
"I still find Vallyfell my hometown, though I do not live there anymore."
first memory
"How the tears, that came from the sky, dripped down on the hard, cold stones beneath my body. The cave wasn't closed, so the water of the rain came down unblocked."
most important memory
"Probably my first visit to the Stronghold of Seasons. The enormous castle has always been in my memories, and I see it as a second home. The lord of the Stronghold, sir Vadevyka, has been a second father for me that my real father couldn't be for me. The place is very dear to my heart."
past secrets
"I never told anyone about my short affaire with one of the maids of the Stronghold. That is something that I'd rather keep between us, though I know you will not tell anyone, would you?"
birth date
"I believe it was the fourth day after the seventh full moon that year."
birth place
"Vallyfell."
nationality
"Since Vallyfell lies in the Kingdom of the East, I am an Easterling."
current residence
"Everywhere my lord takes me. The army is big, the lands enormous. They lead, I follow."
occupation
"I am currently a knight in the Eastern Army."
rank/title
"I am known by some as Sabertooth, or Saber the Great, though I do not wish to be called so. My courage has taken me this far, but overcourage can take a man down."
role model
"Sir Vadevyka. He has been the one that taught me almost everything I know."
reason
"The way he acted is such an honourful, graceful way that I would give anything to be like him."

future expectations
"I think I'll just go along with the rest of the army, maybe continue fighting, and maybe dying in war, with honour. I have no idea what future will bring. Maybe I'll take some other road that leads me somewhere else."
future hopes
"I do hope to live long and partially happy, but I do not really mind what happens."
future fears
"That death will take me sooner than I've expected."

religion
"I do not have a certain religion, though I do 'believe'. Which means that I do believe that there must be something that guides us through the maps of life, that helps us to complete our lives with satisfaction. Nature plays the biggest role of all in my 'religion', as I believe that nature is the path that I should follow. You could call me a nature-freak or a nature-guru, but I am neither so. I just believe that nature is more important than most of us think."
god/goddess
"Nature calls us through the power named Gaia, and so do I believe that nature guides us. It isn't really a god or goddess, as it is non-gendered, but it is more a power that gives us a push in the back if we're going the right way. Something that we can trust, something that has patience for us to find the way we need to find, how long it might take."
daily rituals
"I ask for forgiveness from Gaia after I have killed, either if it was a deer, a rabbit or a fellow wolf in war, and I have days of silence, where I try to speak as less, rethinking the dead and praying for the poor."
feasts to live by
"Full moon."
influence of religion
"It plays one of the biggest parts in my life, and I am content with how it is."
remarks on religion
"There is nothing that I would want to change as long as I'm content."
chinese zodiac sign
"Pig, though I do not believe in this things."
astrological zodiac sign
"Cancer."
element
"Earth, of course."

friends
"My best friend, Hector, is in the army as well, and we happen to spend time with each other more than with others. I do not have more friends like Hector, though I find both Avanum and Rex nice as well."
sexuality
"I am bisexual, though I lean to homosexuality."
exes
"A few, nothing important."
love life
"There were a few loves in my life, though none of them was important enough to mention them with more than one sentence. Firstly, there was a male, though we split up very soon because of misunderstandings between us. A few womans followed, though I feel a strong attraction to males than to females, and this was also a reason to break up with them. None of them has followed, as the army took everything that made sense away except for the bromance."
abilities of possible partner
"I do not look for a specific thing, as I do not look at all. I just wait for them to stumble into me, and I am not afraid of going towards someone if I find them attractive."
first love
"The maid of Stronghold."
current sexual status
"Single, not looking."
mentor
"I do not have a mentor, currently, but I had a few in my past."
rivals
"Not many. The only one in the army that I cannot stand is Wolfridge, and I avoid him as much as possible."

father
"My father wasn't there in my whole youth. I have never seen him, and I do not know his name."
mother
"My mother, Ivara, has taken great care of me, and we had a strong bond. She has died last year, when the rival army attacked Vallyfell."
brother(s)
"My younger brother, Baern, has wandered around for a time before he joined the army as well, and I see him every day. My older brother, Fehold, left me and my mother when I was very young, and I haven't seen him since."
sister(s)
"I have a twin sister, Sava. She's married to Elog, an older, brutal male wolf from the wolf tribe."
offspring
"None that I know about."
other relatives
"None that I know about."
ancestral history/family history
"The Cellars are known of their courage, and I hope I am known so as well. My grandfather fought in a great war, where he earned his honour and grace, and my grandmother. My father is known to be a good hunter, but I do not know anything else about him. My uncle has married the daughter of the King, and so I am partially related to the Royal House. There is not much more important in our family, though."

art
Real Warriors do not Cry
Red-Eyed
All art was made by me.
main theme song
Game of Thrones - Ramin Djawaldi
playlist
Memories of Rohan
Icarus - Deus Ex Human Revolution
One Day - Hans Zimmer
All or Nothing - Brand X Music
Ascension - Future World Music
Tia Dalma - Hans Zimmer
The Battle - Harry Gregson-Williams
Caged - Within Temptation
In Perfect Harmony - Within Temptation
Master of Puppets - Apocalyptica
Anol Shalom - Enya
Run Free - Hans Zimmer
You Can't Take Me - Bryan Adams
Solitary Ground - Epica

reason of applying
He is stunning. Just absolutely stunning. I love every single part of his design, and the colours do not clash at all, something that I would never have expected. The name Saber fits him as well, and I love his wild, courageous-looking eye. Next to this, I find that the role of wise, young, courageous dog that does not speak very much comes back in his silent appeareance, and I find him very inspiring as a character. He reminds me of many movies that I adore, mostly the movies with the more tribe-like characters in it. Those are my favourite.

Saber is a perfect gal, who inspired me very much to write a story about him, from the start until the end, including friends, rivals, mates, crushes, mentors and much evil. His breed also attracts me, as I have always loved Dobermanns and Great Danes. And, of course, there would be no way I'd ever alter his design, as it is too perfect to be edited. All together, I'd love to add him to my collection, and he'd be happily gain lots of art.
uses
If I win him, he'd gain a place on my character site, right here. He'd gain a tab just like Chess and Szoran have, because he would be the most treasured character I have. I'd write a story about him, as I have stated before, he'd gain friends, enemies, crushes and maybe a mate, and I'd love roleplaying him out with all of those. He'd definately not get too less love, as my hands are tickling to write him a story already. I have so many ideas x33
Edit; this is the day after I wrote that up there, and I have already ordered art of him, because I just couldn't stay away from that xDD It'll be given to the owner of Saber at the end, if Tiikeria wins it anyways, she can have the art I made and ordered as well <33
other
Thank you for giving me the chance to win Saber, this precious little guy. I'd love him (and you) forever if I won him :3

Finally done D8
I do not think I have ever written more than this for a form xDD