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[MirrorMask]

I would like to adopt!


Number:

24

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Name:

Kingleis Coralla AKA King or King Coral

Species:

Unknown Smili

Personality:

Kingleis or King He's not a perfect hunter but he does his best.He likes having or making new friendships,but only sometimes. He thinks of life tow ways , harsh and caring. He is not seen with other smilis, if he is it is always with males. He is not looking for a mate and is not a flirt.He denies any female he hates them.If a female does ask to mate or comes to him,he flips going berserk. If the female is sick or hungry, he will spare her .King is very depressing at times, though after his beginning in life everything turned out for the best. So far he hasn't killed another smili,just beaten some up.He doesn't have the will-power to due so. He can be thoughtful and kind, but this can also be rarely seen,because he is full of mean and rage.He is also harsh and wild .He is really unknown and different.I mean he doesn't tell to much about him self . He is like a baby not in a whining way, he has to be lead he cannot lead.He needs help and is a confusing character.he only confuses because of his ways in life, like if he was hunting he doesn't stalk at all he runs wit ha burst of speed and bites into the animal and let's it go.He is always able to do this with his poison fangs.He doesn't act out but will stand his ground.He is a bit silly but prefers to act normal and wise,but he is one you could look up.He not funny and has no really happy side.Somewhat brave and somewhat wise.........
All dangerous

Likes:

He loves the undead ,mostly his only best friend Dkay the leader of the dead army.King likes to be alone, he likes the silent and normally of it.He also likes warm weather. A sunset makes him go wild he loves to see the colors and feeling. He likes to hunt ,he loves the feeling of stalking and killing.Or his way which he loves the best. He sometimes likes to meet others but not a lot.He also sometimes enjoys battling females leaning. He likes to craft with bones and wood making little prey cravings and sighs to another smilis.He likes to have a long resting sleep.Sleep is his one love.That and leaning,leaning anything.leaning new animals,new crafts,battle moves.The last of his likes it to read,he is fond of it and tries to fit it into his day.Mostly before he sleeps.His favorite book to read is a action mystery because he likes to figure about but also feel as if it is real.

Dislikes:
King hates water.It gives him colds and chills also brings up unforgettably memory.He also hates cubs and wishes not to have any at all.He dislikes them because of some rudeness and unpleasing behave,he thinks it is embarrassing and unneeded this indeed makes him wild.He also dislikes stuck up males but the most females he hates nay female willing to mate or pressing him to mate.He hates fantasy and/or nonfiction stories ,he dislikes them because one is boring and he knows a lot mostly about it and the another it to made up to believe.He hates raw meat,because he heard of certain things it can do to you even if he is a meat eater and is immune to it.The thing he dislike and hates the most is really to things his life and self awhile his mother,who is I till say a snake.


Background:

"No.I'm as faster then any snake, more killer then any .I won't let you kill me!" I shouted my fur ruffled but sticking together making it look like spikes.

I killer chuckled made me shiver.A snake bigger then me slithered out of the deaths of it's shadows. It was female she forced out her forked tongue and made it dance ,flicking back and forth rapidly.He scales were the same patten as my small tail it goes like this: White Red White Black, with a very thin strip of yellow which only my cat like emerald eyes could see clearly enough.

She broke up my eyes from her cold scale body with a hiss that should like a rock slide just happen,she added to it with the smae tone "Go back to the hell you came form you should not come from my egg!" I looked down remains of an egg shell scattered around my paws.Another hiss rang in my ears i looked up again my eyes staggering because I was during into sleep.She was closing her killer lime green eyes burning into mine she said "Begone I'm sparing you,let the afterlife catch you and let you die!" That rang in my head but I wasn't going to take it no way.

Vemon began to pour of my fangs green bright neon lime... it formed puddles on my paws I could felt a slight burning but nothing bad it was mine It could not hurt me because It was me.

The female snarled in fear and slithered off fasted she grabbed one or two milky colored eggs and placed them on a ledge on higher ground and then he full angry,inraged attetion was one me she yelled "I told you once but i'-"

I cut her off not wanting to hear no more I yelled "You won't like me mad."

A chuckle blew by my ear like the wind kiss me it whispered "We'll see."

I shook my head harshly at the air and snarled showing my fangs,the fangs covered with slim a thin green slim,a slim that could kill you so soon you wouldn't have time to think.I liked the slim it tasted like limes ripe to the perk of sourness I grin .My blood my boiling,some oozed out of my mouth as hot as lava and bright as could be,I like it to I loved it's warm taste how it made me look.I look at the challenge before me and thought *I'll face it face first* I charged my paws covered in the slim the venomous slim,they tingled with excitement and fear.

The snake chuckled again but as it recovered for it last laugh My fang the left one sliced over it's cold harsh neck it bleed out all it's worries and doubt's.

My bravely made me run with all speed and jump up with all might to kill my omen she thought of me that way it was only nice enough to think the same.I stand over the great beast body i chuckled and said "Mine is the last laugh." and I turned revealing a great sigh and ran off my paws carrying me fast.

Days,Weeks,Months,Years past.....

I found my self doing the same moment as before but for a different reason form .....females.I hate them just because of my venom they want to mate...that pushed my buttons.I finally thought I was safe the yelled and purrs of them disappeared into the falling darkness behind.I laid with a great huff I began to close my eyes but a voice hovered over me "Hey handsome.' I yelped in surpirsed and rolled forward and got into my battle position low to the ground with a rear high.

The female looked surprise and just said "Ok how are you?"

I snarled and growled

She said "Ok I'll cut to the chase I heard about you,and everything.Were going to mate ok yeah." her tail flickered sassy.

I snapped I yelled "No I don't you females think your everything get back before I tear you to shears!" I hissed venom poured out.

She sighed and turned failing her tail up.

The last straw I charged running full speed behind her.I didn't heard a fearful yelp only a short whispered giggle.Which only made me madder.But as soon as i began it ended.

The undead swarmed one a blue male dog his skull showing his claws just bone painted a neon growled ''Leave her this is a fight your "Mother" said to come."

I growled because I knew how this happened my mother cursed me.....Her words stung me forever I was unhappy, but I killed when I did.I hissed "Get you bags of bones."

"Don't test me I have been dead and alive to long for this come and let's get this over with...quickly." he faintly smiled dried blood shined lightly on his stained yellow teeth.

I said "Over My dead body."

"I could arrange that." he snapped back a wise smile crept onto his face he laid low battle crouch like me.'

I did the same we stung at the same time.Slow motion caught us we had a wild look we were also alike .Our blood tingled and the world stop were stopped in mid-motion I growled.

He did the same.I didn't know what was happening my eyes were shut and later I knew his were to.My flicked softly open.Were stared at each other faintly a voice from heaven said quickly "Brothers don't fight." as soon as it said it it was gone.

My venom was surrounded us in a giant bubbling and it was bubbling breaking down into smaller ones letting us free slowly.

He wasn't dieing or suffering since he was already dead.But still he twitched uncomfortably.Once the bubble or bubbles were gone were stared at each other weirdly and said at the same time our names

"Dkay, King...."

That was that beginning of a forever friendship.

Lighting shook us from our sleep,my eyes shot open first but the question rang around *What was that?*A dead silence floated around us.

Dkay's eyes grew wide and his pupils shrank ,I sighed "Something bad?"

He nodded.

"Something.....ugly?" I asked

A hissed broke Dkay's answer and I soon knew.I growled "How?"

Dkay added his how to it too.

The voice chuckled "One of the warriors of you undead friend came to fetch my rotting body and well i was half dead.When he wasn't looking I jumped him and bite his neck sucking out his immortal blood and well you know now."

Dkay growled in a whisper "It's my fault." his ears fell onto his blue sparkling head and he whimpered but he keep his head high and was still willing to help.

I growled slowly turning,but a tail whipped him in the face and send him flying back.He snarled "Die already!"

Dkay launched with amazing speed for one dead.He slide to dodge another tail whip but was caught by a bite,he shrieked but king couldn't answer it.

I eye glowed the color of my venom,I was uncontrolled of something else,something to powerful.I floated into the air the a green mist hung over me.I growled my voice split "Away or else."

She chuckled again.

I snarled but it came more like a roar it shook the ground ,even Dkay was scared I dropped and began to charge full speed and I jumped up in the air a few feet away from her and began to spin forward so fast it was a blur I was like a chainsaw unhooked I sped forth and sliced into the snake her head dropped slowly off it was over forever....I hope.I soon was able to control my self and I smiled and looked at him "How about that buddy?"
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EDITING

[Lirrie]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 27



Name: Karilo
Species:Smili

Personality: He is quite but can be quite vocal if he or his friends are threatened. he can be quite ruthless on a hunt and prefers the technique of quietly dropping down on his prey from above. He is very serious when he needs to be but he can have a bit of a sense of humur. He is a bit or a loner but does love his family what little of it is left. He has a bad past but he knows to look to the future. He doesn't often leave his small prides' hunting ground and when he does it is something very urgent.

Karilo has a great hatred for the Lion-Maned Collie Lion-heart because a Lionmaned collie had killed his sister when he was really young.

Karilo has learned from previous experience to take things in stride and he never lets stupid stuff interfer with what is important to him. He can be straight forward and doesn't like to beat around bush when it comes to telling someone something.

Likes: The feel of water against his fur gives him great joy because it brings him great relief against the hot sun, sunlight that streams through the leave in his home because it brightens his life up, dropping down on unsuspecting prey is one of his greatest joys in life, helping friends.

Dislikes: He dislike see other friends hurt and will do anything to prevent it, he dislikes meaning less violence, one of his biggest enemies is Lionheart and he hates him with a fiery passion that burns from the deepest reaches of the earth. He hates being told what to do and when to do it, and one of his biggest pet peeves is someone continually asking the same question over and over again.

Mental (Had to add this): Karilo has sometimes been called crazy because he has an underlying violent streak but he's really not crazy at all. He is very smart and when hunting or fighting often comes up with awsome hunting tactics to catch his prey.

Background: 661 by the word counter

Cue his theme song: Animal I have Become

Warning: There will be some violence in my story if you dont like that sort of thing then ill be marking the part not to read with a @ to signal violence is about to be preformed on a living creature.

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A stalk of grass moved- the only sign to alert wayward prey that a predator was nearby. The deer upped her head, but not in time as the heavy-set predator leaped onto her back from above, giving her frail back a crushing blow that pulverized her spine and effectively paralyzed her. Karilo then delivered the killer blow in the form of a massive windpipe-crushing bite to the back of the neck. After she went limp, he began dragging her back to the pride's den so the others could eat.
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Once he had got it home, he and his family had eaten everything but the bones; those they gave to the crafter so she could make them into jewelry. Karilo went to the stream to wash the blood off his fur and cool down. The sun scattered through the leaflike patches of lit glass. The murmur of the stream was like a lullaby sung by nature.

Karilo decided to relax by it and try to get some rest, something that had nearly been impossible the last few days. He lay down by the bank of the river as its unique song soothed him. Soon, he found himself drifting off to sleep, and as he slept he dreamed.

His dream-self stood facing his greatest enemy, Lionheart, as they sized each other up. Lionheart was a little taller then him but he had the advantage weight-wise. Done sizing each other up, they stared each other down, wondering who was going to make the first move. It ended up being Karilo when he jumped at Lionheart trying to nock him off his feet and bury his fangs in his throat.

Lionheart thwarted his attempt by dodging then delivered his own attack, he grabbed Karilo's tail and gave it a bone crushing bite, Karilo yowled in anger and smacked Lionheart with his unsheathed claws drawing lines of blood up his face line and causing Lionheart to release his tail.

Once Lionheart had released it Karilo leaped at him, intending to land on his back which would have devastating effect on the young Lion-collie's back......

And he woke up; very frustrated and angry with the Lion-collie. He stood up his hair standing on end and looked around expecting to see Lionheart, when he did not he realized that it had all been a dream he calmed down.

Every since those lion-maned collies had killed his sister he had held a great hatred for them. All but one had been chased out of their hunting grounds and that one was Lionheart. He had refused to leave; angering Karilo in the process. Now every time Karilo meets him it turns into a fight, even when it was in his dreams.

Karilo shook his head getting rid of these thoughts and got up preparing to o back to his den and home. He heard the leaves rattle to his left and he turned that way snarling his marking darkened in anger. The cub came out of the bushes shaking in fear because he knew if Karilo wanted he could kill him instantly. "I'm sorry Karilo." he said his markings paled showing his fear visibly.

Karilo forced himself to calm down and his markings returned to their original shade. "What is it Malihack?" he said to the much younger kit.

"I just came to tell you mum is calling you, something about going to find something, I don't know what though." said Malihack.

"Ok you go ahead home at tell your mum I'm coming," he said.

Malihack trotted on ahead to tell his that Karilo was coming so she would be ready with what-ever task she had set out for him to do.

Karilo took a big drink of water then set out for camp wondering what Malihacks mom wanted him to do so late in the evening, when he got to camp he saw the other Smili standing by a cave her tail flicking in impatience. When she saw him she smiled and greeted him warmly.

"Karilo, I hope you are well?" she said in a clear bell like tone.

" I am, Malihack told me you had a task for me?" said Karilo.

"Yes I do, I need you gather moss for this cave so Malihack can move in," she said.

"Oh, he's moving out of your den?" asked Karilo.

"Yes he is well old enough to have him own den and be taught how to fight." she stated her tail flicking in agitation showing that she was not sure of the decision she was making.


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[Ranua]

WOW I love 18, and 16! 83 I must choose. XP

[Toadfoal]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 28

Picture:


Name:
Dakarai; "happy"

Species:
Common Smili
(possibly related to or relocated from Pompeii Smili)

Personality:
Dakarai is, well... Dark. He's incredibly friendly, don't get me wrong! But in the name of survival he's likely to kill without shame, if he has to. Purely by the way he was raised, it shouldn't be much of a surprise that he's a bit full of himself too. He might pick a fight just for fun, trying himself as much as whoever he's fighting. Of course, he would never harm a cub, Dakarai knows where the line lies.

Where most Smili choose to live in small (or large) family groups, Dakarai usually lives alone. He has a bit of a private estate, an old castle in which he was born. Smili didn't build it though, man did. Dakarai has never seen man, he knows what they are, but none of them live anywhere that he would come in contact with them. He's not terribly family oriented either, friends and family are there for company, when they die he feels no need for remorse. Death is a fact of life, he sees no point in dramatizing it. Usually after the death of someone he knows, he'll sit quietly for a little while out of respect, maybe bury them, maybe leave them for scavengers, perhaps even eat them, whatever seems more reasonable at the time. But without the soul a body is just a lump of fur, not a real Smili anymore.

Growing up Dakarai was well aware of the world around him. He didn't stay within crumbling walls all the time, much of his youngling years were spent exploring and marveling at nature. To learn the way things worked always made him grin to himself. Without friends to play with, he lost himself in personal competition. He always wanted to see just how much he could learn, just how strong he could get. Doing his best was not enough, his father pushed him hard as well, for which he was grateful. No matter how much paw and claw he took from the large male, he remained quite happy, smiling through it all (he almost always seems to be smiling). His name is quite appropriate for his personality, while perhaps a bit of an ironic joke as well.

Likes:
Dakarai likes lots of things. He likes to learn how things work, to explore and push himself to the limits. He loves the burning sun as it beats down on soft white snow. The grey and brown colors of ancient stones, the sound of strange creatures baying off in the distance, and the bizarre six legged lamb like lizzard creatures that sometimes slink around in the upper towers of the castle (it doesn't really have rooms, it's very, very old). He sometimes chases them for fun and enjoys the strange noises they make.

Dislikes:
One of the things that really peeves him is rain. He doesn't mind snow, since he grew up with it around 3/4's of the year, but rain he finds just annoying. When it's thunder in the distance, lightning dancing across the sky, he doesn't mind that so much. But unlike snow, rain tends to soak his fur and make him miserable, or as close to miserable as he gets. Just about the only other thing he really doesn't like is feeling helpless. Nobody likes feeling helpless, least of all Dakarai, he has a need to feel in control, to be able to take care of himself.

Background:
(told from his own point of view, it seemed more appropriate in this case
Note: This is just his background, not an episode from it (hopefully it explains a bit why he's the way he is), if I manage to get him I'll get a link for that and post it in the TaN fan club if anyone wants to check up on it)

I was born in a cold place. A place not void of life, but sustaining very little of it. It seems as if it snowed all the time, every single day. What my parents were thinking when they decided to call such a place home is beyond me. We lived amongst ruins of what must have been, many many years ago, a castle. A fairly large castle as well, it could have sustained tens of Smilis like us, before it began to crumble. The outer walls still stood firmly, but some of the towers had fallen partially or completely, all but two of the actual rooms no longer remained, their stones littering the ground like a graveyard. Although, most of the time the stones were all covered in snow. Some were sharp too, if you weren’t careful and went gallivanting through the snow, and you landed in the wrong spot, you’d slice your paw up real nice (which I did on a number of occasions). But in all honesty, it was absolutely beautiful.

My parents met not far from the ruins, in a large tribe of about thirty Smilis. My father, a 24 year old bachelor, was the son of the leading elder, the youngest son, an accident. Because of the shame he caused the leading elder, my father never gained much respect, no matter how handsome his grey fur was. It was partially this that drove him towards my mother, a beautiful female wanted by nearly every sexually mature male. He had a sort of fighting spirit about him, and to “capture her love” would be proof that he could achieve something without the respect of other males. Of course, his idea of love was a bit more centered around lust. I never really learned exactly how he did manage to make her his mate, and I’m not entirely certain I would want to know. But in the end he got her, and it caused quite an outrage from the rest of the tribe (or at least, the other males who wanted her). When it was discovered that she was expecting cubs, in short, they were booted out permanently, to the delight of my father and disbelief of my mother. I’m sure they really did love each other, no matter how un-pure my father, but what really brought them together was none other than me.

So they moved to the ruins, for it seemed a good place as far as protection went. My mother dug a den, going past the snow, into the brownish soil, and bordering the grey castle stones. Apparently they thought everything out well, so the way I was born was absolutely, undoubtedly uneventful and completely normal. My mother went into labor during the day, my father stood guard over the castle, and within a relatively short amount of time I popped into the world. In the eyes of my parents I was perfect, strong and healthy. My eyes were closed, but I was brought into this world hearing the soft croons of them both, warm and comforting. I huddled in the gentle curves of my mother, her milk tasting sweet on my tongue. A young Smili could not have been more content.

At birth, like all young Smili, my fur was light and lacked color or pattern. But I grew quickly, and my fur darkened, a lot (which of course pleased my parents, being that they were both relatively dark furred). Soon I blended in more with the building than the snow, and hardly even with that. Brown on top and charcoal grey on bottom. It’s a good thing too, because when I opened my eyes for the first time my parents were there, beaming at their little smoothie mixed son, so obviously proud of my looks. Finally my father had not one, but two things to be proud of, and they named me Dakarai; happy.

As I grew under the constant watch of my guardians, I too became a prideful creature, thinking myself to be just about the greatest thing in the world. Since there were no other cubs around, I learned from the best as well. However, I think my mother was slightly less than ecstatic that my father was the one to teach me how to fight. He was exceptionally good at it, and I don’t mean that in a light hearted way. If she hadn’t been there 24/7 he probably would have killed me on accident, no matter how much he did love the little bundle of fur that I was.

When I wasn't sparring with my father or exploring the way things worked, I enjoyed messing with these creatures that sometimes could be seen around the castle walls. I called them Stonechasers, because they usually stayed in the shadows of the stones and I liked to shase them. They had six legs, and features that resembled both lambs and lizards. They were very odd, and huge. Most of them were as big as if not bigger than myself, certainly longer (and Smilis are pretty darn long). I would seek them out and chase them, which often got me in trouble. They were impossible to catch unless they wanted to be caught, and with six legs they were very fast. Sometimes they would even chase me if I teased them, and they always caught me.

My mother would scold me for chasing and teasing, but she was amused as much as anything. Besides, she didn't really need to be sore about it, the Stonechasers always gave me a piece of their mind if I didn't appear to know when to stop. I got a decent amount of small wounds from them. But for some reason they were always gentle enough not to seriously injure me. Perhaps because of my parents, perhaps because they too found me amusing. Yet as it got colder, summer rolling into winter (there wasn't much in the way of autumn or spring, the months blended almost evenly into two seasons) the Stonechasers would dissapear. I do not know where they went, probably to some place warmer, but I always wanted to know what was beyond this place, where the Stonechasers went, what other strange creatures were out there, and if there really were other kinds of Smili.

But life goes on, no matter what it is you wish to do or how much you dream. It was not many nights after I reached the proud age of 44 seasons (11 years) that menacing clouds rolled in, bringing with them the harsh wind and cold that could mean only a blizzard. Indeed it was a blizzard, the worst blizzard any of us had lived though I suspect. The three of us huddled in a lower floor room of the old broken castle. It wasn’t much cover, there were holes in the roof and one wall was missing, but it was our only shelter. As the night wore on the stones began to shift and some fell individually. I huddled beneath my mother, while my father sat a little ways off, staring into the snow with a forboding look in his eyes. Suddenly a particularly strong gust hit hard, some wood from a tower was blown out and fell onto the roof of the room where we lay. I looked up in time to see the roof collapse. I do not remember seeing anything else, my mother was silent through the whole thing, deep in calm sleep, but it seems as if my father cried out, probably in warning. Many hours, or perhaps even days passed before I awakened. Bruised and sore, I had been laying with one paw on top of my head and my back partly on a castle stone. With what luck was I nearly unscathed? All was calm now, I looked about, expecting to find my mother there to bring me some meat, for I was too sore to think of getting any myself. Of course, she was not there, nor was my father. I do not know to this day where my father is, but my mother remains in the same spot, her body frozen beneath the snow (most of the time, in the summer it’s not uncommon for the snow to melt) and fallen debris.

It was in this way that I, a young adult, was thrust into reality. You must remember that I am a wild animal, I did not grieve long for my lost caretakers, they were necessary to me once, but now that this was no longer the case, it was time to move on anyway. I have always been a confident soul, hard but kind to a degree. Now the castle was mine, and mine alone most of the time.

But now that I was alone things that hadn't seemed significant suddenly came to light. The Stonechasers got to be more like friends, I began to understand more about them. I was too old to chase them (I could have, but diginity kept me from it), so they didn't mind me as much. They came and went as they liked, and I enjoyed studying them. It was like mutual respect that these mysterious creatures and I had. The Stonechasers would watch me as much as I observed them. I was a skilled hunter, 7/10's of my hunts were sucessful, (which is pretty darn good for a stalky legged predator) and they seemed to know it.

Well, now when they left for the colder part of the year I felt more lonely than ever. Something deep inside of me said "Go, this place is yours, it will always be yours, but you must learn to leave it, to find what you seek." And indeed there were things I wanted to see, places I wanted to go. I smiled to myself, a slightly crooked, toothy smile. Oh, what a wonderful test it would be. I could test my knowledge, test my strength, and perhaps I could even gain from a bit of globe-trotting. So that's what I did. You have to earn power, and the adventure this requires is generally not going to knock on your front door. To earn power is something you must do yourself, it won't come to you, you have to go out and get it. So I walk with pride, grin in whatever crooked way I want, and most importantly, I am Dakarai, I am happy.


A picture you drew:
YUSH, I actually did it! Haha, even if I don't win, I had so much fun drawing this, I've even gotten into this bizarre mind-set where he seems like... hot. 8D *freak* Anyway, whoever wins, I hope he goes to a really good home.

Done using photoshop:


And another one. This done with ink and finger smeared watercolor pencil:

[versicolor]

I would like to adopt!
Number
28

Picture


Name
Astrix

Species
Pompeii Smili

Personality
Astrix has self-esteem issues. He is extremely shy, quiet and nervous, especially around females. For that matter, he isn't very adventurous or daring or outgoing at all. He never speaks out against anything he doesn't agree with and is rather submissive. Astrix will often keep to himself and is know to be very quiet. He is very artistic and expresses his emotions through his paintings. On rare occasions he will talk to Voldetaire or himself about what he is feeling.

Likes
Astrix prefers to be alone as he likes the peaceful quiet and he feels less shy when others are not around. But the one thing he can say he absolutely loves is painting. It lets him vent his emotions and he enjoys to paint in his spare time. Astrix is quiet fond of his "pet" lizard Voldetaire who likes to sit on his shoulder and has developed a bond with the little creature. Also, he loves things that glow. Whether it be fireflies at night or the moon up in the dark sky, anything that glows captivates his imagination and he finds the glow of such things beautiful. He gets rather excited when the Day of The Titans comes around as he loves the art and festive decorations.

Dislikes
Astrix absolutely cannot stand large groups of other Smilis. He gets nervous and fidgety and uncomfortable when around large crowds. The only exception to this is on the Day of The Titans when all the Smilis of Pompeii gather to sing their praise to Vesuvius. He also doesn't like being around females. They have the same effect on him as large crowds do. He'll get awkward and nervous and probably embarrass himself.

Background
(Written in Astrix's point of view)
My parents were really nothing special at all. They weren't extraordinary hunters or high ranking individuals. They were your average, ordinary Pompeii Smili. Father was a brave hunter and Mother was a skillful artisan; a typical pair. My parents met when they were fairly young. My father was 15 years old at the time and my young mother was only 12 years old. They never told me how they actually met each other, but it's not like I care all that much. It's just been something I've always wondered about when I was bored. I was born in a litter of three and I was the only surviving cub. My sisters never made it out of the burrow, which was located just outside of the city. My parents weren't very surprised when they died, but it hurt them deeply. I had never even known I had a pair of dead sisters until they finally told me when I turned 2 years old.

The thing I remembered most about my first five vulnerable weeks was the warmth and comfort of my mother close to me. I could not yet see, but I could feel her body curled up against mine. My father was around some when we still lived in the burrow, but not nearly as much as Mother was. I had finally reached six weeks of age and soon enough, I could actually see the world around me. It was so overwhelming and scary and big. I thought it was the most terrifying thing to ever exist and I refused to go out of the burrow when my mother told me to play outside for the first time. She gently spoke in a soft voice, encouraging me to go and explore. I just lowered my head, flattened my ears, and replied in a simple "No" in a small, scared voice. She then gently nudged my little rump with her nose towards the entrance of our burrow to get me to go outside. I then proceeded to jump up and hide behind her body thinking that my mother would 'protect' me from the strangeness of the outsice world. She then spoke in a firmer voice and told me I had to go outside. I then flattened my ears until they were right up against my head and gave in. I reluctantly stuck a dark grey paw outside of the burrow. Mother nudged me further until my whole body was outside. And of course I ran back to her when a flashy butterfly landed on my black nose.

My first day in the city was probably the most memorable event I can remember from my cubhood. My parents were taking me back to their home in Pompeii. The first time I set step in the ancient city of Pompeii, it was even more overwhelming than the first time I could see. I stared wide-eyed at the other Smili bustling around in the markets. There were so many, and they were so much bigger than me. There were a few new cubs my age. As one tried to approach me; I hid behind Mother in fear. She giggled a little bit and walked off. I quickly followed my parents through the busy marketplace and made sure to stay at their side. Finally we reached what would be my home for the next ten years. An old, well covered building near the edge of the city. Any excitement in my childhood ends there. My cubhood was pretty boring and ordinary. Except for maybe my first Day of The Titans.

It was several weeks before the Day of The Titans and everyone in the city was hastily getting ready. Father was on longer hunts, so Mother was mostly the parent around to take care of me. I was still rather young and had never experienced the event before. But my mother had told me stories about the legend behind the day. It is said that a long time ago Man was our master and we suffered greatly. But the Titans of Fire and Earth rose against Man and destroyed them. And thus, our ancestors claimed the city of Pompeii and we give our thanks to Vesuvius annually. I remember Mother had spent hours making beautiful art and jewelry and Father was always busy hunting the finest of prey. Finally the day came and my mother started painting our faces with bright colors. It took hours, but the result was stunning. Her artistic skills is what inspired me to pursue painting. Father then went to decorate the house with the art Mother had made and my mother started painting on the wall. Our house looked so bright and festive. We then went out to the square where the Elders gave their speech. And then every Smili there started to sing. Mother told me to start singing right before she started and I started to sing very softly. Then my voice got louder as the joyful sound of the others lifted my spirits. The sound was like no other I had ever heard. It was so beautiful and melodious and pure joy. After that experience, the Day of The Titans has easily become one of my favorite events.

I started living on my own when I turned ten years of age. My parents told me I was old enough to care for myself and needed to move out. I was extremely nervous when I set foot out of our house, not sure of what would happen from then on. I was free from the security and comfort of the care from my parents. I was all alone. I knew the first thing I had to do was claim a nice building to call home. That was easy the easy part. I had chosen an empty little house on the opposite side of Pompeii I had lived before. Suddenly, I saw a sliver of green through one of the cracks in the ground. I slightly jumped as a little lizard scurried out from under the crack. It ran towards one of my paws as I lifted my paw away from the creature. The lizard reminded me of myself somewhat. It's skin was two colors separated nearly half and half and it had spots a lot alike to mine. I just thought that was a funny little coincidence. While I was thinking of the ways the lizard looked like me; the animal climbed one of my back paws still planted on the ground. I giggled as the tickling feet of the lizard quickly scurried across my back and into my mane. It weaved in and out of my mane and settled in the bit on my forehead. I tried to shake it out, but the little bugger wouldn't budge. Since it didn't look like the lizard would be leaving soon, I named it Voldetaire. Voldetaire later became my "pet" and only friend. He's very useful at keeping the flies away from my home.

My first experience with the mating season in Pompeii was just... uncomfortable. I was a mess. Apparently many of the females found me attractive and handsome. That of course freaked me out. There were just so many females trying to flirt with me and lusting over me. I didn't get why they were attracted to me. I'm nothing special. There were plenty of other attractive and brave males to choose from. While the females were around me and talking to me; I would reply with a stuttering voice. I was so nervous and I'm pretty sure I embarrassed myself on a number of occasions. They just thought it was funny and cute. Later during the season, I'm pretty sure I went into hiding in my home until it was all over.

I had finally settled into my home and I remembered the beautiful markings my mother would paint on my face when the Day of The Titans came around. I was so inspired to start painting after that memory. I wanted to be able to paint like that. I was a hunter at the time. Not my favorite position, but I needed to be a hunter to sustain my hunger. I took some of the fresh surplus food I had just killed that morning to the marketplace: one of my least favorite places. I bargained for a few brightly colored paints and left as soon as I could. Later on I learned how the make my own paints out of the natural materiel around Pompeii. Once I got home I looked at the paints and remembered how my mother painted. I dipped my paw into the cool, flowing paint and stroked the wall. The paint stuck to the porous wall and I started to used the different colors to create bright designs. I was so into my painting that I hadn't seen the hours go by. Soon enough it was night and Voldetaire was scurrying around under my feet. I took a step back and admired my work. I thought the intricate swirls and curved lines were pretty good for a first attempt.The next night I stepped outside to get some fresh air and there was something beautifully glowing up in the sky. I looked up and noticed it was the moon. I don't know why I didn't notice it before, but the moon had such a memorizing and luminous glow to it. I stared admiringly for a moment and went back inside. I grabbed my paints and started to paint the glowing moon. Then I realized what my calling in life was.

Now I can finally paint like my mother did. Maybe even better. I've given up being a hunter and am now an artist. I have to bargain for my food now, so sometimes food is scarce. I don't hunt often, so when demand for paint is low, I sometimes get tempted to eat Voldetaire. Eating him would be like eating a mere stick, but sometimes my predatory instincts kick in. So far I have managed to keep my buddy alive. Anyways, it's almost the Day of The Titans once again and I'm extremely happy and ecstatic. I took my brightest paints and walked up to one of my blank walls. I lowered my paw into the bright purple paint. I never get tired of the cool sensation of paint against my paws. I eagerly stroke the wall as I make lines and splatters across the wall. I start to form a design as I put all of my energy and happiness into the bright painting.

A picture you drew

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It's the scene in which The Day of The Titans is coming up and Astrix is feeling excited and happy for the event. He decides to paint with bright paints to express his happiness and excitement. Voldetaire is sitting on Astrix's shoulder.

A sketchamadoodle

I was bored, so I drew Astrix being shy and awkward. X3 It was done on lined paper, so the sketch may not be very clear :C

Any extra notes
Voldetaire is an Italian Wall Lizard found in Pompeii

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I would like to adopt!
Number
26

Picture


Name
Sunflower

Species
Jungle Smili

Personality
Sunflower is very head strong and stubborn most of the time. With her fiery temper and a propensity for never backing now from challenges, she is a formidable force. Sunflower likes everything to be the way she wants it and if something is not to her liking, she will make it the way she wants. She is a very confident individual and isn't afraid to do whatever it takes for something she desires. She likes to use her wits to win arguments and will usually reply with witty remarks. Sunflower will take any chance to prove she is worth something, not just a freak with a stumpy tail.

Likes
Sunflower has always had a fascination with snakes. She finds the snakes found in the jungle she inhabits interesting and beautiful. Sometimes she considers keeping a snake as a "pet", but then realizes it would not be wise to keep a dangerous animal as a pet. Sunflower loves it when everything goes her way and is the way she likes it because; who doesn't? She also likes it when she wins and argument. It makes her feel like she has proven herself to be smart and clever. One of her secret desires is to find love with a Smili who won't treat her differently.

Dislikes
Sunflower absolutely detests being ignored. It really peeves her when others are ignoring her and she will talk in a loud voice to get the attention of any Smili ignoring her. She also hates it when other Smilis call her "freak" or exclude her because of her impaired tail growth. A lot of angry yelling and possibly physical action will ensue if any Smili does such actions. Sunflower really dislikes being told what to do as well. She believes she can do what she wants if she wants to. If an individual tells her to do something she doesn't want to do, she will usually retort with words of decline.

Background
(Written in Sunflower's point of view)
My parents never loved me. They never wanted me. As soon as they saw my deformed tail and unusual red eyes, they abandoned me. They didn't want a "different" child. They were ashamed of me, not proud like any normal parents. How do I know this? Simple, my adoptive parents told me they found me abandoned. And I suspect my biological parents abandoned me because of my stupid tail. My foster parents found me in an empty burrow; small and helpless. They weren't able to have children on their own, so they took me in their care. When they found me I was just a few days old. Even though I was in my earliest stage of life, they could notice that my tail was abnormally short. They didn't care, they were just overjoyed with being blessed with a child even though I was not their own. Oh yeah, and my adoptive parents weren't your typical male and female pair. They were both female which didn't bother me at all, but most other Smilis looked down upon their relationship. For that reason I rarely ever saw any other Smili my entire cubhood.

Whenever I did see other cubs nearby (after my eyes opened of course) I was always excited. I almost never had any chances to play with other cubs, so I was always eager to run out of the burrow whenever I saw other cubs playing in the trees of our green, leafy jungle. Once I had seen a bunch of young Smili swinging around in the understory of the trees up above. I asked one of my mothers (Charna) if I could go out and play and of course she said "No." She was the overprotective parent. That wasn't about to stop me though. I went to my other mother (Xanthe) and asked with my cutest possible voice if I could go outside.
"Didn't Charna already say no?" My mother asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"Maaaaaybe." I replied with an innocent look on my face. Xanthe then proceeded to tell me I could not go outside. Again, just as I had suspected. I started to yell, obviously irritated with both my mothers not letting me go outside.
"Why can't I go outside mother!?" I demanded. Charna looked down at me disapprovingly.
"Sunflower, I'm getting tired of you constant demands. You cannot go outside and that is final."
"I don't care mother! I'm going outside! I want to play with the other cubs!" I stormed out, disregarding the calls of my annoyed mothers calling for me.

I bounded up to the nearest towering tree and started my way up. I made sure to keep my paws firmly planted into the tree as I made my way up. When I finally made it to the top, I greeted the cubs in a cheery voice. The just kept playing with each other and didn't acknowledge me at all. I didn't dare try to swing over to them through the trees as my short tail would make me slip. It was just too short to properly grip to a branch. That was one of the many disadvantages of having impaired tail growth, you can't do some thing most normal Smili can. I practically yelled my greeting again and this time they stopped to stare at me.
"Who's this freak with the funny tail?" One of them asked. That drew the line. I absolutely cannot stand being called "freak" or "different" because of my stumpy tail and red eyes. My temper flared as they just stared at me with eyes of judgment. I could tell they weren't going to let me play with them, so I started to yell at them. They just stealthily slipped through the trees away from me. I returned to my mothers. They eventually decided to let me go outside while I was with the other cubs.

My parents reluctantly let me live on my own once I turned ten. I was a full fledged adult and perfectly capable of caring for myself. Of course my parents didn't think so. Before I left they would constantly say things along the lines of "Are you sure you want to leave our care?" or "I really think you should stay with us for a little bit longer." I would have to constantly assure them that I would be fine on my own. It wasn't like I was that helpless cub they found in that abandoned burrow. The day I left, it felt good to be free. I loved my mothers, but sometimes you have to move on to get on with your life.

My first mating season was absolutely terrible. None of the males would take me as their mate because of my short tail. When I found a nice male, he was either already with another female or he would just ignore me which I detested. I would try to flirt with them and prove my worth, but all they would do was ignore me. I spoke louder to get their attention which worked most of the time, but they would just stare at my tail. My flirting would then continue until they called me something and I got angry, a pretty, "normal" female came along and grabbed their attention, or they just left me alone. I don't think it's possible for me to find love, not with my stupid tail in the way.

I noticed a bright green something slithering through the treetops. It's movement was so graceful and flowing. I watched it as it lowered it's head down towards the forest floor. I then realized I was watching a snake. I had never seen a snake before, but my mothers had told me about them. I didn't get how those beautiful creatures could be deadly, I thought one would make a lovely companion. I walked towards the slender figure as it descended towards the earth. I was just just a nose's distance away from the creature. Suddenly it lashed at me with it's mouth wide open. I swiftly dodged as it recoiled. Then I realized a snake would probably be a very bad pet. I didn't want a companion constantly trying to kill me. But I still have wishful thinking of having one to keep me company. I get very lonely with no other Smili willing to accept my differences.

Now at 17 years of age, I still don't have a mate. The males still won't accept me and females don't want to befriend me. I'm lonely and I still wish I could have a snake companion. Basically, nothing has changed. I wish everything would go my way. Then I would have a mate, lots of friends and a "pet" snake. Other Smili wouldn't exclude me and judge me because of my differences. I would be considered "normal." If only life were that easy.

A picture you drew

A sketch C:

Sunflower is looking angrily at her tail for all the problems it has caused in her life. This was drawn on lined paper as well, so it may not be super clear D:

Any extra notes
She lives in the Colombian Jungle located in South America

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[Atwood]

Hey Wendigo, I haven't check here in a little while and I don't really know what an Adoption Cap Slot is. Could you explain? I want to know if I should use it before putting in my form.

The adoption cap slot is for people who've reached their TaN adoption limit of five but want to apply for another design here on top of the ones they have. :3 To get permission to apply for that new character, they have to PM me or Wendigo proof that they're actually using the characters they already have, and if we find that sufficient we'll let them apply for the character - they just have to state that it's an adoption cap slot they're using (i.e. one above the usual five) and give the name of which of us approved it. ^^ It won't affect many people right now, since there are only a few people who've actually reached the limit so far, so most people don't have to worry about going through the approval process to gain the extra slot. :3 It can also only be gained once the limit has been reached.

[.kestral]

Is there a limit on how many extra slots you can get if you have eough character using proof?

[Atwood]

We'll deal with that when we get there - there may be an ultimate cap that cannot be gone over at all, but we haven't hashed out the details on this yet. :3 For now, if someone is really using all the characters they adopt, there's no real reason to not let them adopt a couple more. The details and rules regarding this will be clarified as we go along and find things that need to be added in.

[.kestral]

Ok thanks Atwood.

And I will start my form....tomorrow.

[Rosalind]

Ok, thank you so much Atwood!

EDIT-I have taken down my form because I realized I really don't need another character...