I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture: http://i927.photobucket.com/albums/ad11 ... iAdopt.png
Name: Lyra
Species: Corgi
Personality: Lyra has recovered from a hard life, and she is still rather shy around humans and other animals. She is reluctant to trust anyone, but will gladly accept a meal from a stranger. Despite being shy and quiet, Lyra enjoys dropping mysterious notes to potential mates. In general, she has a happy, carefree personality, except for her fear of some canines and humans.
Likes: having a friend to trust, warm places, lots of sleep, reading
Dislikes: betrayal, annoying mates, wolves/dogs who do not think of her highly
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)
Lyra lay huddled inside of the large, hollowed-out oak. Her chest rose slightly with each breath, and her leopard-spotted coat was matted with dirt, mud, and the rain of the past few weeks. Suddenly, she paused in her sleep and sat up. Her ears were pricked and alert, her muscles tense, waiting. She had heard something. Footsteps echoed through the still air just outside of her hiding place. She drew herself back against the inside of the tree, hardly daring to breathe. The footsteps came closer, and then they stopped, right outside of her home. There was a fierce, low growl from outside, and suddenly a large black flash came tearing into Lyra's home. Suddenly she was in the middle of a tearing, growling, mass of black fur, teeth, and claws.
Somehow Lyra managed to jump just at the right moment, launching herself up into the hollow tree trunk, claws scrabbling franticly at the moss-covered wood. She clung desperately to the soggy bark, wedged up inside the tree, staring down at her worst fear. He was a monster of a wolf, black all over, with shaggy fur and terrified eyes that flickered around the cramped space and then up at her. He was skinny down to his ribs from malnutrition, and Lyra could see the hungry look in his eyes as he stared angrily at her. "Go away!" Lyra snarled, but she was shaking all over and she was sure that she couldn't sound very menacing when she was hanging on for dear life.
Below her, the wolf was getting restless. He was sitting with his back against one of the crumbling walls, his silvery eyes flickering up at her. Lyra struggled to stay put, but she was getting tired. She could feel her paws beginning to cramp as she huddled herself into a tight ball to stay wedged between the sides of the tree. One slip and she would be dead. Lyra glanced around her, searching for anything she could use to defend herself. Her eyes stopped on a long, heavy piece of a bark that was halfway off of the inside of the tree above her. Carefully, Lyra pulled herself up, inch by inch, until she was in paw's length of the piece of bark. She grabbed it in her mouth, aimed, and...
The wood crashed down onto the wolf's head. Surprised and hurt, he staggered out of the tree and fell to the ground, unconsious. Lyra gave her small, corgi-like smile, tilting her head as if to say "See? That's what happens when you mess with me." She dropped gently to the ground, pushed a few pieces of wood and stone in front of the hole the enraged wolf had made, and snuggled down in her comfortable nest.
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