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[l o v e l y ~]

I'm sorry to all people whose time zones are different. I'll try to vary the time I put them up, from evening to morning and may be sometimes at night, but not that late, only at about nine thirty where I live. I hope you luck in catching one during the times you are awake.

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Username;;

♠SmirkingSheep♠

Wisten Name;;

Skitz

Personality;;



Story;;

Laying in the middle of an open field, the cool spring breeze rustling his short, new fur. Skitz had only been a year old at the time, far too young to realize this moment might just be a fleeting dream. That it might just be one last glance at a world never seen again. The carefree pup gazed out longingly at the endless field of flowers before him, the warm sun on his back. Not a care in the world. His serene eyes bursting with excitement he bounded out to explore, out into the crisp spring day.

Dashing full speed for a few moments he tuckered out rather quickly laying near a cool creek that trickled along a pathway of worn rocks. Little waterfalls came every here and again, so as the occasional fish flip-flopping around in the low tide. He lapped it up graciously, thankful for the water in and of itself. Getting up once more he noticed something shimmering off in the distance. Now, the sun was setting and as it began its slow descent the world darkened. Though Skitz seemed not to notice, he bounded on.

Skitz followed the stream up to a large cave where he could've swore he saw the mysterious glow earlier, treading inside with mild caution he jumped back as he heard the loud echo of his wet claws on the silver rocks. Shocked at first he tried again, stepping once to hear a pleasant echo in reply. Next he yipped briefly into the void of darkness, and a yip greeted him. He howled, it feeling right in the moment. A howl echoed back. He found himself rather at ease with the dark cave now, sure no one was there he snuck inside.

The chilly rocks felt good under his tender paws, which were rather worn from such travel in his young age. WIP

History;;

[l o v e l y ~]

FOrms all due by Tuesday. After Tuesday there will be no new entries accepted, no exceptions. So hurry and get your forms finished up!

[Vegtaboom]

FOrms all due by Tuesday. After Tuesday there will be no new entries accepted, no exceptions. So hurry and get your forms finished up!

I'm so nervous ;o; And judging hasn't even started yet XD

[l o v e l y ~]

Ha! Don't be. Myself and someone else will be looking through all the forms and coming to an agreement together, so it's not only my opinion that counts. c;

[sodafarts]

Is the batch by PuddingWaffles up for adoption? Or has it ended?

Sorry to bother, but I love that green one x3

[dogshrimp]

Is the batch by PuddingWaffles up for adoption? Or has it ended?

Sorry to bother, but I love that green one x3

They've already been adopted, I believe.

[sodafarts]

Is the batch by PuddingWaffles up for adoption? Or has it ended?

Sorry to bother, but I love that green one x3

They've already been adopted, I believe.

Daw poop xD

Thanks for letting me know ^u^

[l o v e l y ~]

ω ι η ѕ т є η є ν є η т

{Who cherishes his company}

AlteredMelody

{He is called}

Orpheus

{Who he is}

Blossoming. Strong. Blessed. Free.

{Why he is}

Growing up, Orpheus was never really coddled by his mother. Not that he was the weakest, or the smallest, or was unfortunate enough to have a first-time mother who didn't know how to care for her young. It was simply the fact that the young male opted to be alone. Looking back, he wonders at this unconscious decision; did 'alone' choose him, or was the solitude solace for his bickering young pack mates and bossy, short-tempered, 'stop-chewing-on-my-ears-or-I'll-snap' mother? Either way, he doesn't regret it. Oftentimes in the first year of his life, during the warm, sun spotted spring afternoons in the diminishing forest in which he was raised, the cub would chase the wind. Orpheus didn't care that he didn't know where it was taking him. He felt that it was good, that it was right, and that he was free. His heart bursting with joy, the young male would sing songs with the birds and let it carry on the breeze to whoever would listen.
And he would return home to a nip on the muzzle from a worried mom or aunt.
His mind wanders to the autumn months; cool rains and frosty mornings with the sun's rays dolloping the ground through golden branches and warming his welcoming body, stiff from the night's cool. The falling leaves spreading ripples over the surface of his favorite calm stream fascinated Orpheus. The way the salmon would scatter in all directions only to re-group in order to investigate the imposing leaf floating slowly down with the current. The way the disturbance spread, grew, and vanished within seconds. The colors and shapes which would become distorted in the water's reflection. And the crisp, cool air, breeze ruffling his fur and sending shivers down his spine, would once again guide him to nowhere.
And then right back to a concerned family.
Summers and winters were the same, he reflects with a soft sigh. Wandering and playing and getting lost just because he liked to. There was the time one simmering day where he happened upon a human for the first time. He had taken shelter in the brush, shrouded by foliage and heat refraction. Cautiously, Orpheus had followed behind at a distance, his careful paws falling silently so as to avoid detection. He'd stalked behind until they had happened upon a dirt road, which the girl turned down, kicking stones as she went. Orpheus, conspicuously interested in this new creature, watched until she disappeared down the road. He waited for her as often as he could from then on, much to his pack's displeasure. After some time, he'd even gathered the courage to show himself to her, even if just for an instant, before darting away. He remembers fondly how her crashing footsteps had followed him for a distance of about a hundred yards before falling behind and stopping altogether. He'd turned to listen to her retreating form, half-debating whether he should follow or not. In the end, he had decided against it, his instinct to return to his safe home too strong.
This time, he was met by a flattened, treeless, deserted area where just hours ago his family had thrived.
Orpheus still searches for his lost life. During the day, when there's nothing better to do, he hopelessly surveys the perimeter of his new home for his mother, waiting to scold him with a sharp snap to the rump for leaving. But now, as the cold autumn night wind howls outside, he's content to just close his eyes and reflect. Not only on his family, but on the girl, too. The girl who changed him, who peaked his curiosity, and who brought him to his current fate. The one who became his companion.
And as he's falling into slumber that same girl strokes the length of his back with a warm hand and softly murmurs his blessing. 'Orpheus'.

Yesterday, we judged the EventWisten, and today I'm giving him away.

There weren't that many finished forms, so the competition was small, but had good quality. It was a tight race, but the story that drew us in the most was AlteredMelody's. Congratulations, and thank you to all who applied, and don't be discouraged to try again on the next one. ;3

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ω ι η ѕ т є η є ν є η т

{Who cherishes his company}

AlteredMelody

{He is called}

Orpheus

{Who he is}

Blossoming. Strong. Blessed. Free.

{Why he is}

Growing up, Orpheus was never really coddled by his mother. Not that he was the weakest, or the smallest, or was unfortunate enough to have a first-time mother who didn't know how to care for her young. It was simply the fact that the young male opted to be alone. Looking back, he wonders at this unconscious decision; did 'alone' choose him, or was the solitude solace for his bickering young pack mates and bossy, short-tempered, 'stop-chewing-on-my-ears-or-I'll-snap' mother? Either way, he doesn't regret it. Oftentimes in the first year of his life, during the warm, sun spotted spring afternoons in the diminishing forest in which he was raised, the cub would chase the wind. Orpheus didn't care that he didn't know where it was taking him. He felt that it was good, that it was right, and that he was free. His heart bursting with joy, the young male would sing songs with the birds and let it carry on the breeze to whoever would listen.
And he would return home to a nip on the muzzle from a worried mom or aunt.
His mind wanders to the autumn months; cool rains and frosty mornings with the sun's rays dolloping the ground through golden branches and warming his welcoming body, stiff from the night's cool. The falling leaves spreading ripples over the surface of his favorite calm stream fascinated Orpheus. The way the salmon would scatter in all directions only to re-group in order to investigate the imposing leaf floating slowly down with the current. The way the disturbance spread, grew, and vanished within seconds. The colors and shapes which would become distorted in the water's reflection. And the crisp, cool air, breeze ruffling his fur and sending shivers down his spine, would once again guide him to nowhere.
And then right back to a concerned family.
Summers and winters were the same, he reflects with a soft sigh. Wandering and playing and getting lost just because he liked to. There was the time one simmering day where he happened upon a human for the first time. He had taken shelter in the brush, shrouded by foliage and heat refraction. Cautiously, Orpheus had followed behind at a distance, his careful paws falling silently so as to avoid detection. He'd stalked behind until they had happened upon a dirt road, which the girl turned down, kicking stones as she went. Orpheus, conspicuously interested in this new creature, watched until she disappeared down the road. He waited for her as often as he could from then on, much to his pack's displeasure. After some time, he'd even gathered the courage to show himself to her, even if just for an instant, before darting away. He remembers fondly how her crashing footsteps had followed him for a distance of about a hundred yards before falling behind and stopping altogether. He'd turned to listen to her retreating form, half-debating whether he should follow or not. In the end, he had decided against it, his instinct to return to his safe home too strong.
This time, he was met by a flattened, treeless, deserted area where just hours ago his family had thrived.
Orpheus still searches for his lost life. During the day, when there's nothing better to do, he hopelessly surveys the perimeter of his new home for his mother, waiting to scold him with a sharp snap to the rump for leaving. But now, as the cold autumn night wind howls outside, he's content to just close his eyes and reflect. Not only on his family, but on the girl, too. The girl who changed him, who peaked his curiosity, and who brought him to his current fate. The one who became his companion.
And as he's falling into slumber that same girl strokes the length of his back with a warm hand and softly murmurs his blessing. 'Orpheus'.

Yesterday, we judged the EventWisten, and today I'm giving him away.

There weren't that many finished forms, so the competition was small, but had good quality. It was a tight race, but the story that drew us in the most was AlteredMelody's. Congratulations, and thank you to all who applied, and don't be discouraged to try again on the next one. ;3

Thanks so much <3 I'll take good care of him.