Character Adoption Addicts Anonymous - v.3 'CAAA' open!

[Wesley]

Hush it, Pix.
That's right, though.
Night, Cai, Kaiya all mine. Muahahaha.

I'll answer some of the questions later.
Still working on this bummy assignment.

[SunShy]

anyway, I still have gotten no successful character trades. anyone
interested in anything here?
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[Offended Cockatiel]

Hush it, Pix.
That's right, though.
Night, Cai, Kaiya all mine. Muahahaha.

I'll answer some of the questions later.
Still working on this bummy assignment.

So you are having an affair..?/shot
Nuhhh.. I trust you two too much for that.


vuv I'm also getting into getting art of my girlsss aswell now. >u< Now that I have some more.. quq

[Solanum]

How tall are your characters? (try to be accurate)
I'll not do this for all my characters x3
Only a few that I know.

Merr; 6'2" (Anthro)
Solanum; 7'3" (Quad)
Koda; 5'10" (Anthro)
Amare (character currently without a ref); 6'7" (anthro)
Esposito; 2'3" (Quad)
Jazz (Full form); 8'2" (Quad)

Too lazy to find others.
Had to convert from centimetres... Yey... x3

Trying to get rid of characters but all I appear to be doing is giving them to Wes xD

Oh man, I didn't know you guys used centimetres XD We do feet and inches. If other people who do this want to use centimetres, go ahead

I'm not sure about 'you guys' but I personally do x3 I find it easier, but I used a converter so all is good c;

Hush it, Pix.
That's right, though.
Night, Cai, Kaiya all mine. Muahahaha.

x3 Yes.
CAÍ. Accccceeeeeennnnttttt. xD

Hey 'Sano <3

Psst x3 I'll PM you Mad.

[revenmoore]

Trying to get rid of characters but all I appear to be doing is giving them to Wes xD

Ooo... PM me about some? :'D

Feel free to PM me about them as well. c:

[Wesley]

Haha. I do this Cai thing to annoy you and her both, you know. x3
It's too easy. ;P

Oh my goodness, is it bd that while doing this history lesson, I continuously am typing character as apposed to charter just because the word is so burned into my mind and fingers?

[the timey thing]

SHARK BAIT IS SO COOTE!

Art by Inudog, I wuv this piece. <33

[~ dawn ~]

Posting by Raven's request.

Topic: #1 and a little bit of #3
characters included: Timothy, Cheik, Jara (one on left), & Night Hunter
Story:
“It isn’t right!” shouted Timothy, banging his fist on the table. “This is about protecting our land!”replied Delmonte, his father. “No! This goes beyond protecting our land! This is about what is right! Going around….” “Enough!” shouted his mother, “You’re going to scare Jara” Timothy turned to look at his younger brother who was in the doorway, staring at him with big eyes. His face softened as he looked at his brother. He turned his head to glare at his father, who was watching them both. Frustrated, Timothy walked out of the room and went outside.

He took a deep breath of the cool night air to calm himself down. Using the nearby ladder, he climbed up the roof and sat down, closing his eyes. “Timothy?” asked a young voice. Timothy whipped his head around startled. He breathed in a sigh of relief when he saw it was his brother, Jara. “Yes?" he replied. “Why are you not getting along with dad and mom?” he asked innocently. Timothy sighed and got up. “Nothing you have to concern yourself with kid” he said, tousling his brother’s hair. “Now, shouldn’t you be getting to bed?” “Yeah,” Jara sighed disappointedly, “I guess.” Timothy watched Jara climb down the ladder. As he was about to climb down himself, he looked up at the stars and sighed. “There’s no other choice.” He whispered to himself before climbing down the ladder.

He silently entered the house and sneaked down the hallway into his room. Quietly he closed the door behind him and turned on a nearby lamp that bathed the room in a soft glow. Timothy walked over to his bed and picked up a nearby black knapsack, placing it on his bed. He grabbed a change of clothes from a nearby dresser drawer and placed it in the bag. Timothy sighed and sat down on his bed, grabbing a small notebook on the wooden bedside table. He flipped though the book, smiling as he saw some of his old sketches. He got to the end of the book and frowned, almost all of the pages were filled with his sketches. Carrying the book around would just be excess weight that he didn’t need. Timothy tore out a few of his favorites, folded them gently, and placed them in his bag. He reached into the drawer in the table and pulled out a fresh notebook. This would be good for a journal and the occasional sketches he would do. He placed the notebook as well a few pencils in to his bag. Timothy walked over to his dresser and picked up a stone that sat on top. He tossed it in the air a few times before placing it in the bag. Some would call it foolish for bringing it with him but to him it had great value and reminded him of the promise he had made. A promise to always take care of his brother. He then opened his top drawer and pushed some of his clothes aside until he saw a knife. The knife. He reached in to grab it but hesitated. He needed a weapon, especially since his father had started to lock the bow and arrows, but if he was caught having it, no one would trust him. He closed his eyes as the memory of how he got it came rushing back to him.

It was early morning and the sun had yet to come over the horizon. He had been hunting and had tracked the deer to apart of the forest he had not been to before. He bent down to look at some deer tracks. He touched on of the prints with his two right forefingers. He inhaled deeply, the scent was fresh. The deer had been by here a few minutes ago. Taking an arrow out of his quiver he placed it in the bow and slowly got up. Stealthily following the tracks. He noticed that some of the tracks were slightly deeper and that some of the grass had been eaten. Good he thought, the deer felt relaxed enough to eat meant that it was even closer. A small gust of wind brushed against his face. Timothy smiled slightly, the hunt was going in his favor, the deer suspected nothing and he was downwind of it. He walked a little bit farther and came to the edge of a thicket. He crouched behind a bush and kept low as he made his way to an opening. The deer was grazing, not looking in his direction. Timothy pulled back on his bow and aimed. As he was about to release the arrow, the deer’s head suddenly shot up! It looked at the opposite end of the thicket. The deer's right ear flickered before turning and dashing away into the woods.

“Great," muttered Timothy as he watched the deer disappear into the woods. He turned his head to look in the direction of whatever scared the deer. He heard a twig break and immediately aimed his arrow in the direction of the sound. A small breeze touched his face, taking a deep sniff trying to smell a scent. His eyes widened in alarm when he recognized the scent of another wolf. Before he could react a strong force suddenly sent him into a tree, knocking the air out of him.

“Well, well,” said a sinister voice, “What do we have here?” A dark gray almost black wolf emerged from the forest. He walked over to Timothy, who was try to get his breath and crouched down next to him. “I thought that you are supposed to be good,” he continued, “maybe I was wrong.” Suddenly Timothy lunged towards the mysterious wolf. Surprise crossed his face when the wolf seemed to suddenly to vanish from in front of him. He landed on the ground with a thud. The wolf chuckled darkly. “My my,” he said “You are better than you first appeared.” Timothy stood up slowly. “What do you want with me?” he asked. “To test you,” said the wolf, suddenly appearing in front of Timothy. “To see if you’re worth the rave and… if you want to join me.” He said with a sinister smile. With a yell, Timothy sent a kick toward the wolf’s midsection, his face turning into one of shock when the wolf grabbed his foot. “You’re good kid” said the wolf. “Just not good enough.” He twisted Timothy’s foot, sending him flying in the air. He got up with a grunt and raised his fist up in a defense pose. “If this is how you ask, then, I will never join you.” he snarled. The mysterious wolf took out a knife, brought it to his eye level and stared at it. He looked at Timothy, “You are either with me…” he lowered the knife, “or against me.” he growled, “And those against me don’t last long.” A gust of wind came out of nowhere and hit Timothy, followed by a sharp pain on the outside of his shoulder. Timothy clutched his shoulder and cried out as his arm suddenly felt like it was on fire. The wolf appeared suddenly in front of Timothy, holding a bloody knife in his hands. “Think about my offer, Kid. We’ll meet again.” The wolf threw his knife into the trunk of a nearby tree and disappeared into the forest.

Timothy waited a few minutes to make sure the wolf was really gone before walking up to where the knife was and yanking it out of the tree. He headed towards a nearby stream he saw earlier, grabbing his pack, bow and what remained of his arrows. When he got to the stream he kneeled down and splashed some water on his wound. He bit on his lip so hard, to keep from crying out, that he tasted blood. Once the pain in his arm subsided he took out some bandages from his pack and dressed his wound. Done with that, he washed the knife that came from the mysterious wolf. He made sure to stay away from the sharp edge but no matter what he did the knife still had a slight red tint to it. Like the metal in the knife somehow absurd the blood. Giving up on cleaning the knife he put in his pack, picked up his supplies and headed home.

When he got home Timothy told his mother that he had just gotten a small scratch while hunting. When she asked to look at it he protested saying that he had already applied antibiotics and dressed the wound. Satisfied, she let him go without looking at the cut. Later that night when he was alone in his room, Timothy unwound the bandage from his shoulder. He inhaled sharply when the air hit his wound. His left hand hovered over the wound when suddenly the wound started to itch. His eyes widen in surprise as the wound started to heal. Timothy quickly closed his open hand and moved it away from his shoulder. He shook his head in disbelief. This was not supposed to happen to an ordinary wolf like him. What in the world is going on, he thought.

Timothy shook his head to dislodge the thoughts. The question still remained though. Should he take the knife with him or leave it here? It would be unwise to go without a weapon of some kind for protection and why not he, thought as he placed the knife in his bag. He could always toss it in the river when he crossed it.

He slipped the bag on his shoulder and left his room. He tiptoed down the hallway to his brother’s room. He opened the door a crack and peaked in, his brother lay sleeping in bed, clutching his teddy bear tightly, and his blanket half way on the floor. Timothy smiled and entered the room. He fixed his brother blanket and leaned close to his brother’s head. “I will come back for you, brother” he whispered. “I promise.”

He exited his brother’s room and made his way to the kitchen so he could go out the back door, hopefully unnoticed. He hid his emotions when he entered the kitchen and saw his father sitting at the table with his mother standing next to him. It was clear that they were waiting for him. He walked past them both without glancing at them or saying a word. He opened the door and was about to walkout when he heard his father standup. He stopped and waited. “You walk out that door and you will never be able to come back.” threatened his father. Timothy took a half step out the door and then paused. He looked over his right shoulder. “You’re wrong Delmonte. I will be back, and I will be taking my brother with me.”

He walked out the door and headed towards the forest. Not looking back. Every part of him wanted to break into a run as hard as he can but he resisted the urged and walked at a fast yet not panicky pace. When he was enveloped by the tree he broke in a light run. A good fifteen minutes later he heard a wolf howl. It was his fath… No, Delmonte. He paused to listen and then gasped before breaking into a dead run. Delmonte was disowning him, which did not surprise Timothy, but it was what else that was said that had him running. Basically Delmonte was calling him the enemy, a traitor, and that if he was found that he should be treated as such. He had heard the stories and when he was young seen, what happened to those that were considered the enemy. He heard another howl proclaiming that what was said was irreversible and if anyone found him near his house he was to be killed onsite. He heard a few faint howls in response and ran even harder. He crossed the river at a shallow point and forgot to toss his knife, so concerned he was with getting away.
It was late and the sun was going to come up in a few hours but the full moon lit up the night plenty. Timothy stopped near a tree and looked around. This part of the forest was new to him but he did not know if he was out of the army’s territory yet as he did not stop to look for markers. He need to rest. Timothy looked up at the tree he was next to. He spotted a branch that was just the perfect ht from the ground. Not to high up that he would break anything if he fell, but to high for some to attack him without climbing the tree. He climbed up the tree and placed his bag in a nearby branch. Taking out his notebook and a pencil, Timothy did a small doddle to clam himself after running all night. Done with his doodle Timothy looked up at the night sky through a small gap in the branches. What happens, he wrote in the notebook, when everything you thought was right is wrong? He frowned and put the notebook away. I wonder what the future holds. he thought. Suddenly a yowl pierced the darkness. Timothy turned his head just in time to see a black mass coming flying at him. He hit the ground and rolled to lessen the impact. He jump up and struck a defensive stance, wishing he had the knife with him. In front of him stood a pure black jaguar, a full head taller than him, wearing a black cloak. “I've heard you been asking about us Elite Guardians” he said. Timothy stayed silent. He heard their name mentioned both in awe and in fear. He did not know who side they were on but he had an idea. “Let’s see how good you are.” said the jaguar. He pulled out a sword from a scabbard that hung at his waist. Timothy decided to take a gamble; it might be the only thing that could save him. “If you are really who you say you are you would not fight me unless we were evenly match weapon wise.” “True, Timothy.” replied the jaguar He laid his sword on the ground and unclasped the cloak from around his neck, tossing it on the ground next to the sword. He took a fighting stance. Timothy did the same "How do you know my name and what is yours?" he asked the jaguar. The jaguar swung his leg out at as a kick at him. "I don't give my name to just anyone. You will have to beat me first." Timothy jumped back just barely missing getting hit by the jaguar's foot. "So be it then." replied he, with more confidence then he felt.


What followed was a short tussle. The jaguar and Timothy were evenly matched; both landing as many blows as they blocked. After what felt like hour it started to become a blur to Timothy as exhaustion began to set in. The jaguar sensed this, and began to do a volley of blows at him. He wasn’t sure if it was him or the jaguar who fell first but soon they were both rolling on the ground. He felt the jaguar's claws dig into his shoulders and arms slightly. Timothy gave a howl of pain, doing the first ting that came to mind and bit the jaguar’s shoulder. The jaguar let out yowl in pain. He bunched up his legs and kicked Timothy in the gut, sending him flying. He hit the ground with a thud, getting the air knocked out of him.


Timothy closed his eyes ad groaned, rolling on to his back. He just wanted to rest. To be able to actually stop. He felt a pressure on his chest and opened his eyes. Above him stood the jaguar, teeth bared, an angry look on its face. Timothy's eyes moved to the jaguar's shoulder, bright red blood was coming from the wound on his shoulder, staining the black fur. He felt the pressure increase and sharp pinpricks on his chest. His eyes moved down to see the jaguar's foot on his chest, claws extended. Timothy moved his eyes, looking for anything that might help him in the surrounding area. His eyes fell to the jaguar's sword, which was only a few feet away. He just needed an opening. Timothy looked back at the jaguar, who was letting out a low growl. He felt the pressure on his chest lessen, as if the jaguar was changing positions. Now was his chance. He swung his arms out and hit the jaguar in the legs. As the jaguar fell, Timothy quickly rolled over to where the sword lay. He picked up the sword and jumped to his feet. He moved over to the jaguar, who was still trying to get up, and placed the tip of the sword underneath the jaguar's neck. The jaguar looked down at the sword, then lifted his eyes to look at Timothy, keeping his face expressionless. "So, what is your name?" He asked him.

Deep within the shadows, someone started to clap. Timothy turned his head around sharply, startled. "Who.." he was cut off as he was suddenly thrown to the ground. Now the sides were reversed. The jaguar stood above him, sword pressed against Timothy's throat. He swallowed nervously, feeling the sword prick at his neck. He looked at the jaguar, whose face was nearly emotionless, perhaps a hint of anger in it. He looked down at down at the sword.

Suddenly, laughter echoed in the forest. He glanced at the jaguar's face which showed no reaction, before looking over his shoulder into the forest. A dark gray wolf emerged and approached the jaguar. He chuckled, "Good show both of you." He looked down at Timothy and smiled genuinely. "You did good kid." he waved for Timothy to follow him, seeming not to notice the sword pressed against his throat, and walked several feet away. In a split second the sword was removed from his throat and sheathed in the brown scabbard at the jaguar’s waist. He hissed at Timothy, then turning around to grab Timothy’s bag and tossed it at his chest. “You can call me Night Hunter.” He told Timothy, walking towards the other wolf. Timothy looked back and forth between the two, not entirely sure what to make out of it. He got up slowly, clutching his bag to his chest. "What? I thought that..." The wolf raised his hand up to silence him. “We are still in dangerous territory. Once we get out of here you can rest,” he tuned to look at Timothy, “And all your questions will be answered. Come.” The wolf began to walk deeper into the forest, the jaguar following along behind. Timothy paused. There was no going back to the life he once had and he didn't know what the future held but he had a feeling that it would be better. The jaguar turned back to look at Timothy. "You coming Timothy, or do I have to beat you again?" the jaguar's mouth twitched as he suppressed a smile. Timothy smiled, and ran to catch up. Yes, this was definitely a change for the better.

Diamond and Chaos Rule

[SunShy]

new baby!

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I'm home! I had a great time camping! Y'all miss me?
Did I miss anything important?