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[! october]

I would like to adopt!



This is my first time adopting here with the word limit rule; I am interested to see how I do. As you surely know by now, I am an author. I am the scribe of my characters; the documenter of their lives. Never before have I come across a character like Void. I can only imagine the things I’ll be able to write about him; he’s the type of character that I could write a million books about and still not be satisfied. It’s ironic that many people here look at Void and see an evil, dark character; I only see a troubled, kind soul. I hope that I shall win this unique, amazing fox, for the possibilities of what I could do with him seem endless. The chance to write a series about the bearer of a galaxy is one in a million, and I pray that this form will be enough to assure you that Void would be going to the best home possible.

Number: Five.
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Name: Voided Abyss
Species: Galaxy Fox


I am a galaxy. You try to hide your laughter at this, I can see it. You believe me to be mad, insane perhaps. Nevertheless, my mind is clear and true. You rely on science for your answers, to calm your fears and answer your questions. When will you look beyond the man in the white coat, to the world and spacious darkness beyond? It is because you are scared. It is much easier to spend your life searching for facts than to simply believe. You have a heart, yes. Where I have a heart there is a sun. A sun providing light to the galaxy that is I, causing the foliage of my planets to bear fruit and to help the creatures that survive within me prosper. Some of them sing praises to a sun god. Others, like you, deny it all. My heart, a sun, beats and keeps me alive, just as it keeps those who dwell within me alive. You believe that you are the most intelligent creature ever created. Now it is my turn to hide my laughter. You stupid creature, your self-righteousness shall lead to your downfall. Your ignorant scientists have decided that all of the planets hang suspended in "Dark Matter." They do not know the truth. They make up things like that to sound holy and all knowing, and so that creatures like you believe. That "Dark Matter" is I. My fur, my organs and intestines; that is what it is. Do you see the spherical shapes on my tail and body? Those are moons, reflecting the light of the sun, my heart, which pulses within me. I am not a god. You are my burden. It is painful to be the keeper of you creatures; I feel your deaths and your sadness. Yet I feel your joy and passion. When I breathe, oxygen pumps through your planets, bringing you life. Yet instead of thanking me, you choose to ignore me and the fact that I live. Someday, I pray that what I do for you and the creatures of your kind will be worth it.

Personality: Voided Abyss is not cruel. He is not evil, nor is he bloodthirsty. He is simply troubled. Void can often be found worrying about the afterlife; his greatest fear is to simply stop existing when his sun burns out. Though he knows that humans and other creatures have an afterlife, he wonders if there is one for him, and all of the others like him. Void is very intelligent, and spends much time pondering different aspects of his life. He can be very stubborn at times, and has a very strong sense of what is right and what is wrong. He is overall fairly friendly, and wishes harm to no one.

Likes: Void likes many things; the feeling of the white-hot sun on his fur, and the black velvety ground beneath his paws. He enjoys running with his close friend Way, whom he loves more than life itself. He treasures those in his galaxy who believe beyond science, and the times of peace between the planets that he is forced to hold.

Dislikes: Void hates scientists and others who try to convince the humans that science is the key to everything, and that believing in anything beyond its realms is foolish. He also dispises the imposters among the galaxy foxes who thirst for the blood of their brethren.

Background:

Galaxy Foxes are not born the way normal foxes are. When a Galaxy Fox reaches twenty years of age; the sun at its center divides; and half floats from it. The orb of light slowly takes shape; turning into a new galaxy. This is the way that Void was created; as was his daughter, Dark Matter. Therefore, when a galaxy takes a mate; it is a purely emotional and mental relationship; as opposed to a physical one. Void was born in this way to a large handsome male, a prosperous, peaceful galaxy. When Void formed, he was dubbed with the name Voided Abyss, because at the time, that was what he was. Not a galaxy, but a dark chasom with nothing at the center. Thankfully, overtime a galaxy formed inside of him, yet his name remained unchanged. The galaxy he waadvanced very quickly, and it wasn't long before the practical beliefs of science took over the population. All who believed beyond science were exterminated, leaving no one who cared or wondered about the existance of Void. War engulfed them, and s burdened with, however, was not a matter to rejoice over. The humans on the many planets grew scientifically Void became the bearer of one of the most violent galaxies ever known. Because of the pain and suffering Void was forced to live with everyday, he soon began to develop questions and worries about his own afterlife, and what would happen to him when his sun went out.

Way, being short for Milky Way, was perhaps the only galaxy who was able to release him at times from the claws of anxiety, and was one of the few that Void trusted. They shared a close bond of friendship, and Void often dreamed of becoming mates with her. His dreams were soon cut short. Throughout the ages, there have always been murderous souls, who lived only to hurt and kill. It just so happened that four of those souls lived with the galaxy foxes, pretending to be like the others. It was impossible to know who they were. At night when the galaxies rested they would choose their victims and murder them. The next morning, no one would have any clue as to who they were, since they commited their crimes stealthily. Not only did they kill a galaxy fox, but they killed an entire galaxy, millions upon millions of people left to die because their sun had gone out. They all lived with the fear of never waking up. It was not unexpected when Milky Way's corpse was found one morning. Her soul did not move on to the next life. Instead, she lingered, never speaking, yet always there, appearing only to Void. It was only because of her spirit that he was able to live through the dark days that followed. After her death, Void commited himself to finding her murderers and bringing them to justice.

The place in which Void lived was a strange place indeed. Everything was black; the ground, the sky, the foliage. Only the bright white sun was of a different color. Across the dark ground he walked, slinking beneath the shadows. He winced when he felt a sudden jarring inside of him; wondering new type of bomb the humans had managed to come up with. He continued walking after a moment, thrashing his four tails from time to time. He knew that there was someone else there. Out of the shadows emerged another galaxy. She had lovely white fur, and there was a pale blue glow about her, the same color as her eyes. Way. A wave of greif washed over him as he met the gaze of the female he had once loved. Her spirit stepped beside him, and brushed her muzzle against his. Void felt warmth spread through him, and his fears soon were dimuted. When he began walking again, she stayed by his side, her own tails brushing his from time to time. What am I looking for? He truely didn't know, even though he had been searching for hours. He met his gaze as he walked along, wondering if he could find the answer in her pale blue eyes. All that was there was affection and sadness. She then turned and vanished from sight, her spirit leaving him. Suddenly Void knew. Her killers, they were who he was searching for. Revenge. He closed his eyes for a moment, hatred swelling up inside of him. I'll find them Way, I promise.


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[Xanre]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5

Name: Voided Abyss
Species: Astral Fox/Galaxy Fox
Personality: Void can come across as cold and self-important to some, only because he prefers not to interact with terrestrial beings. He doesn't trust many individuals other than Dark Matter, and terrestrial beings all seem the same: greedy, selfish, and always angry.
Only his daughter can accurately describe his personality: he is curious and innocent, and has an open, kind heart because, despite his monstrous size, he is truly a kit at heart. He will marvel for hours over new things he has never seen or heard of before. He loves to be with other beings of his kind, the creatures who have been born from celestial bodies.
Likes: Void loves to take longs walks through space either alone or with Dark Matter. He is astounded by the unnatural beauty that surrounded him at his birth, and loves to share it with her.
He also loves to stare up at the stars from the Earth. Thinking about how he was born up in the skies is somewhat comforting to him, as he knows he can always look to the skies to be reminded of home. If ever he needs to calm down or relax, he will spend hours staring up at the sky, until his eyes seem to be devoid of expression and he appears as if he is staring blankly into space.
Dislikes: Although Void doesn't hate being the Astral Guardian, he doesn't enjoy it much, either.
Background: Had the powerful telescopes of today existed at the time of Voided Abyss's birth, and if any human chanced to be watching the collapse of the Keyaran Galaxy, they would have seen the once great and mighty galaxy fold in upon itself and disappear into a black hole. This might have seemed a phenomenon to any onlooker, even without the marvelous events that took place afterward. From out of the black hole escaped a single flash of light.
The pull of a black hole is said to be so strong, no light can escape it. And yet, this light did. To any being watching from Earth, the light would have shot across the sky and suddenly come to a halt just south of the North Star. It would have then faded slowly from the sky, dimming until the darkness regained control. But any onlooker would fail to see that as the light slowly faded, the shape of a powerful fox would have slowly taken shape. When the light had disappeared completely into oblivion, the fox's glowing white eyes slowly slid open.
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Voided Abyss...Voided Abyss... The thought rang through the astral fox's mind. And suddenly, he realized he was aware of it. The majestic creature shook his head. What was going on? He tried to recall any memories from before. Was there a "before"? He wasn't sure. In truth, he wasn't even sure if there was a "now". It all seemed so ethereal, so dreamy. Was it a dream? If so, what would happen when he was awakened? Usually, when a being travels to the realm of dreams, they retain memories of what they were like before, in the real world. The astral fox had none. He had nothing to hold on to, nothing to tell him he really, truly existed. Nothing but a name. The astral fox clung to the resounding thought. Voided Abyss.
A name gives a being life, purpose. With one small fragment of information he could be certain of, Voided Abyss felt safe, even in his uncertainty of everything else.
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It was evening. Three fox kits nipped mischieviously at each other.
"Haha, got you Silaro!" A shout rang out through the muggy evening air. The one called Silaro sat down hard and looked at his attacker.
"No fair. I wasn't paying attention!"
"Not my problem." The other kit shrugged. Suddenly, a bolt of light lit up the sky. All three kits stared at the sky in amazement.
"Woah," they breathed in unison. As soon as the light came, it vanished. All three ran to the clearing where their den was located. "Mother! Mother! What was that?" They chorused, upon seeing their mother standing in the clearing, gazing up at the sky. The older fox smiled.
"The astral guardian has returned."
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(A few days have passed. It is around ten in the morning on Earth.)
Voided Abyss padded slowly through the emptiness of space. It felt strange, as if there were some surface underneath his paws, yet when he looked down, there was only nothingness. With every step he took, a flare of light shot out from under his paws. He was proud of his majesty, but he was lonely. He gazed down upon the Earth. He could tell there were other beings on the planet, but had no idea how to get there. He wanted to leave this lonely black void. He had to go somewhere. Inside, he felt a yawning gap, like the black hole from which he was born.
Suddenly, an idea struck him. He began to run, directly at the Earth (In space, there's really no "up" or down", especially for Void; he can walk sideways and still feel rightside up). Faster amd faster he went, so fast that a flurry of flames danced their insane dance around him. He entered the planet's atmosphere, and discovered he no longer needed to move his limbs. The force of the Earth's gravity was doing all the work for him. As the air rushed past his face, he thought about how amazing it felt. He closed his eyes and listened to the fierce whistle of the winds in his ears. He opened his eyes again, and just happened to look down. It was then he noticed the ground. Although his paws had never touched a truly solid surface, he imagined it would hurt when he careened into it. He thought frantically of a way to keep himself from plummetting into the hard-packed brown substance. As he was about to make contact with the ground, he closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact. But it never came.
He opened them again. He was standing in the air, in the same manner as when he was in space. Instead of one flash of light shooting out from under his paws, a continuous ring flared around them. He slowly descended to the ground, walking as if he was going down a staircase. His paws touched the ground for the first time.
It felt much different from standing in the air. He liked being able to look down without seeing that frightening emptiness gazing up at him and pulling at him with its spindly black fingers. He grinned, and was suddenly overcome by the gaiety of a young kit. He leapt into the air, twisting in mid-leap and landing on all four paws. He continued to frolic about until he finally ran out of energy. Voided Abyss flopped in a bed of dandelions, sending up a huge whitish cloud. He exhaled peacefully. This was the sort of life he had been expecting.
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(Two days have passed.)
Void felt his eyelids grow heavy, and was having trouble keeping them open. What was happening to him? He didn't know. He fought to keep his eyes open, but soon, his lids fell over his eyes and he drifted off to the realm of sleep.
Voided Abyss.
A voice rang out in the stillness. His glowing eyes blinked open.
He looked around. He was obviously not in the clearing he had fallen asleep in. He was now surrounded by an empty black void. All he could see was darkness. The voice rang out again.
Voided Abyss.
It had an almost feminine sound to it. He saw a pair of glowing eyes appear. It was then that the thought popped into his mind: He was "dreaming". More and more of the unknown creature came into view, and Void saw that it was a beautiful vixen, who looked almost like him.
Hello....Astral Guardian.
The voice rang out cold and clear, but had a strange echo to it.
"What...what do you mean?" He questioned. With a start, he realized what he had done: he had just spoken. His voice sounded odd; it had the same echo to it as the vixen's, but was much deeper.
You are him, you know. The vixen blinked. The protector of the universe.
"Why...me?"
You are brave and strong, yet have an innocent heart. I saw this the moment you were born. I selected you.
"Who are you?"
The previous Astral Guardian. The vixen smiled, a peaceful, serene expression that spread slowly across her beautiful glossy muzzle. I will guide you throughout your lifetime. Through your reign as Astral Guardian.
"In my thoughts?"
Oh no. The vixen chuckled. I'll find a better way. Trust me.
"O-okay. But how will I know when you're trying to communicate with me?"
You'll know. The vixen began to fade.
"Wait! What's your name?" Void called after her. The vixen had only begun to state her title before she vanished completely:
Dark....
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Void awoke, and looked around. How long had he been out? The skies were dark, and he could see the stars twinkling from above. It was as if the vixen had never been there. Void shook his head. Of course she had never been there! It was a dream. All a dream. Or perhaps, a vision...
Void sat, meditating on his "vision", when suddenly, he felt slight pressure on one of his tails. He whirled around to face the offender: a young, gray astral jackal with shining blue eyes. The jackal shuffled nervously, then gave an uneasy chuckle.
"Uh...I...um...are you an astral fox?" Void's eyes opened wider. She sounded like the vixen who had come to him in the dream, only her voice had more of an adolescent sound to it rather than a full-grown adult. The jackal must have noticed Void's stare, because she took a step back back. "Everything okay?" she asked, with an uncertain expression on her face. Now it was Void' turn to stammer.
"Nnnhh...yes. You just...you sound like someone I know. Or at least I think I know." A wave of relief went over the astral jackal.
"I just got here!" She began chattering away, all suspicion of Void completely erased from her young mind. "Did you see that star implode? That's when I was born! It was so cool! I don't even know who I remember the implosion because I didn't even exist at that point, but still, it was awesome!" A slight smile crossed Void's face. This jackal certainly was a hyper one. "Anyway, my name's Dark Matter. What's yours?" Void stopped short. Had he heard right? Dark Matter?
"V-voided Abyss," he responded.
"You've got that weird look again. What's wrong with you?" the jackal prodded. Void's next question caught Dark completely off guard.
"Do you know anything about the Astral Guardian?"
"Hunh? Astral Guardian? Where did that come from?" Void's focused stare made the young astral jackal uncomfortable. She shifted around some more, then answered. "Well, ah, I do remember something...I don't know how...it's like all the memories and thoughts in my head were there from birth and I just had to uncover them. I know the Guardian's duty is to shelter a certain region of the universe from any danger that might befall it...and that there are at least ten in all..." Void marveled at the jackal. Was this the vixen's way of "guiding" him? Was this young jackal her, only reborn into a younger form? Dark went on and on about the Astral Guardian, her "memories" obviously coming to light quickly. Once she was done, she looked at Void, as if wondering why he was asking. Void apparently did not notice her inquisitive look.
"I have to leave," he said. "See you around?" He turned and began to walk away.
"Wait!" her voice sounded from behind him, and a second later, the little jackal was at his side again. "I...I want to come with too." she said in a quiet voice.
"You don't even know where I'm going!" retorted Void.
"Better than mulling around here all my life! Come on, please? I won't get in your way, trust me!" Void realized that Dark Matter had to be the vixen's way of guiding him, and his heart softened towards the little creature.
"Mrrr...all right." The fox tried to make himself sound reluctant, but Dark saw right through it. She chuckled.
"You'd make a great father, you know?"
"Huh?"
"Oh, yeah! I never say anything unless I mean it!"
"You really think so?"
"Of course. So...will you?"
"Will I....?"
"Be my father?" The little jackal's blue eyes seemed to plead with him. Void paused for a minute, as if he was putting serious thought into it. Then, his tense expression broke into a relaxed smile.
"Of course." The jackal jumped into the air with joy.
"Really? You really mean it?"
"I do. I never say anything unless I mean it." Void smiled, quoting his adopted daughter. He picked her up by the scruff of her neck, and began to bound throught the forest.
"Hey! Put me down!" Dark shouted, with a good natured twinkle in her eye. Void grinned and kept running.
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Once Dark's shining blue eyes had closed and her breathing slowed down, Void curled up next to her to keep her warm. Soon, his eyes began to close as well.
Well, did you like it? The vixen's voice rang out through the empty black void once again.
"I did. Thank you."
Although Dark has her own personality, her mind contains my memories. That way she'll be able to help you when you are in need of my guidance. You can be a truly great Astral Guardian, Void. I trust in you.
"Thank you." Void repeated. Then, as the vixen began to fade, he whispered softly. "Dark Matter."
A picture you drew:

Made some edits.

[Atwood]

Forms are now being collected - if you make any edits to your form beyond this point, please repost it so the edit doesn't get missed. ;3 You can still post new forms during this time.

This applies to edits to you picture as well, right? -is coloring one of her sketches-

Yep, any form edits, including art. ^^

[Sheba Tigercat]

Are donations welcome yet? I have some to donate.

[iPawki]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 12
Picture:
Name: Galactic Skies (Gala)
Species: Red Panda
Personality: Gala is optimistic and funny, and she always tries to see the light of a dark situation. She is the light of the day, and she can manage to brighten everyone's day, but not her own. Gala is giving person, who's thoughts are only to heal and to give and never to receive. She is generous, but her thoughts are too carefree, making her a vulnerable person. Gala is always shy around strangers until she meets them, and there she is a easy-going person with many jokes to tell.
Likes: Nature, Outdoors, the sky, watching the clouds, looking at the sun set.
Dislikes: Closed areas, the night, the dark.
Background:
Gala is Etoile (My fursona)'s adopted sister. They are both the same, in a way. Gala, light blue, optimistic and bright, is the day light, the day of my fursona. Etoile, dark blue with twinkling stars, is dark and shy. She is the night of my fursona.
They were both born to Lilac and Toxic. Lilac, the mother, was purple and violet, her face split with the two colors. Toxic, the father (my original fursona), was a dark black wolf with splotches of rainbow paint. Lilac had a soft and gentle smile, and loved the simple things in life, while Toxic was complicated and had intricate designs that represented his thoughts. They were absolutely different, like Gala and Etoile, and opposites attract.

Gala and Etoile grew up believing that life would always be perfect. They grew up believing that life was a one way road to heaven, a perfected paradise with no sins and no worries. They had all they wanted, and they were content. Then their older sister, Lunara, a beautiful white wolf with swirls of darker blue, passed away, and they felt grief and sorrow. Gala mourned until she saw the pain that had scarred her parents, and she tried to give. She tried to give more than she had, but it helped in a way. However, it pained Gala herself.

Etoile took a long time to move on and she still remains quiet and prefers silence. Before, to see another's joy was to feel her own grief, but she learned that she had give too. The world did not revolve around her, and she learned. She became someone who is shy until you get to know them, and then she would be nice and funny and good to hang around with.

Gala appreciated Etoile's kind moves, and she was still pained by her attempts, but she saw the light of every night, and the light of every day, and understood that to hate you must love and to love you must hate. She understood many things, and her wisdom deepened daily, while Etoile became more and more childish every day. Gala understood that the hidden can be found if you try, and she understood to shed tears for the world instead of for herself.
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(This is the story form.)

"This will be Toile." Toxic murmured gentle, his eyes wide with a sparkling sensation. Their young pup, Lunara, yowled in excitement as her younger sisters were born. She barked, unable to pronounce the long word. "E-tuoilee!"

I was a light blue red panda, with simple markings like my mother. Lilac was beautiful, and I had always wanted to be like her. Etoile, on the other hand, was like our father. Complicated and unnaturally bright, with deep thoughts and thoughtful questions. Her deep purple coat was matted with small white stars and she had a night blue diamond that hung over her ashen eyes. I was adopted at a young age, and so now I was Etoile's sister.

I loved the outdoors. I loved watching the clouds make their way across the painted blue sky, and watch the sun dip down into the earth and watched the lovely shades of pink, orange, and red turn into a night sky.

I love to walk across the beach, too. I love everything that is blue. I adore the little blue butterflies that come to the iridescent flowers, and the tides that wash up onto the shore, leaving shadows and marks from the deep water.

When I was young, I had been given a necklace. It was the most beautiful object ever, and I absolutely loved it. It was a golden dragonfly, with a thin golden chain and a sky blue stone that lay on the dragonfly's back.

Then their was our sister, Lunara. Lunara was older, with a beautiful, snow white coat and intricate swirls of blue. She had golden eyes and a golden pendant with a globe, and she was perfect. We were all perfectly content, until one day,

Lunara was gone.

Wiped off of the planet's surface. Lunara was nothing. Just a ghost, just a cadaver. She was killed, and the happiness had been sucked out of our lives. I didn't know what I was supposed to feel, what I was supposed to say. Each step was one towards uncertainty and sorrow, and I was trapped in a world of grief. When in pain, I would wrap my large tail around my paws and let the tears trickle down my face, and they would turn into a puddle on the ground and form in different shapes. And from time to time the shape would resemble Lunara, and it was like her ghost resided in my tears. And her ghost would fly away and leave me alone to cry and to reside in my own universe, filled with unhappy thoughts and unsatisfiable desires. Grief, deceit, anger, sorrow, death, all the things that resided in the Pandora tale.
But as I looked around myself, I saw my parents who were in even more sorrow, and I knew that I had to help.
So I gave. More than I had. And I was wounded forever.

A picture you drew: Sorry. XD

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[birdie,]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
21
Picture:

Name:
Josie
Species:
Dog; Silken Windhound.
Personality:
Josie is a loving dog, with a horrible past, but she still
manages to brighten up everyone's day, even when she
couldn't brighted up her own. She is very kind, but she
keeps her distence from male dogs. She never really
holds grudges and wonders why some people hold them
even when it happened so long ago.
Likes:
Fetching, running, herding, butterflys, and many kinds of berries.
Dislikes:
Grudgy people, cows, grapes, mosqitoes, flys, and males flonting their skills.
Background:

"Mom, mom," a little human girl yelled, "Selene had her pups!" The little
girl beconed her mother to come outside. "Hurry!" She yelled full of axienty.
"I'm coming I'm coming, hold your horses!" The mother told her child, she stood up
and followed the hyper girl into the barn. The barn smelled of milk, the chickens
crowed irettibly, and the cows mooed rhythimicly, the horses stomped their hooves
and whineyed. Karron, the human mother, kneeled next to selen; the mother dog,
"oh, they're beautiful," Karron whispered. The hyper human child bounced up and down
"Hayley, settle." Karron told the girl. "Yes mother," Hayley said, she gripped her hands to each
other and looked down at the pups and unleashed a smile "I like that one," Hayley pointed her index
finger at a female cream colored dog, "I'll call her...Jacey? Jamey? No, I'll call her Josie,". The cream
colored pup lifted her head "Yeah, Josie." Ten-year-old Hayley smiled and sat next to selen and the pups. (This is josie's dream.)
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Josie opened her eyes, the dream she had was a joiceful memory. She stood up and yawned then streached.
Hayley was eating her breakfast, the now Fithteen year-old girl whistled for josie to come to her. Josie stood
up and ran to the kitchen. She looked up at hayley and whine filled her eyes. Hayley laughed and put down a plate of breakfast
for josie. Josie gobled up her breakfast, obiously egar for the day to begin. Hayley looked down at her josie "Oh, presious Josie...Come on!" Hayley grabbed her converse forcing them on, then she stood up and ran out the screen door of the house. Josie sat in a transe, like the words hayley had said stuned her.
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"Oh, presious, story-less humming-bird...Go out-side and begin your story, come on." Selen said as she stood up exspecting her pup; Josie, to follow.
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Josie shook her head ending the day-dream. Com'on josie, pull your self together, you've got a frisbe compation to win in a few days, stop thinking of the past! Josie thoght as she walked out the door. Hayley stood outside, a hand on her hip, and in the other hand she held a blood red frisbe. Josie ran up to her master, but before she could get to hayley a large group of cattle passed her by. Foster; Josie's brother, chased them along side with Collen; Hayley's brother, who was on a large black stallion. "Hey sis," Foster barked as he passed her. "Um, hi carter," Josie muttered in ide her head, wishing to be heard. as she looked at the ground trying not to make eye contact with the cattle.
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"Josie, run!" Selen barked the rain poored down on the dark tradgic night. Josie retorted with a pain in her eye as she tried to keep her feet out of the deep rain puttles. "You don't need to be scared josie! I'll be okay, just get to Hayley and the others!" Selen barked. Josie stood still tears went across her face, it wasn't noticable since the rain was pooring down, but josie's exspretion was certain that she was bursting tears. Josie closed he eyes and waited for an answer. "Josie, I love you with all my soul and heart, now run!" Selen barked to josie, then she turned around and growled and barked at the cattle trying to keep them in the barn. Josie nodded and looked at the ground "Please don't die." She whispered inside her head then she darted off to the house. A few hours passes and Josie lied next to the fire, the flood was nearly over. Karron and Michel paced back and forth while Hayley and Colled sat on seperate chairs stareing out the window "I hope she's alright." Hayley whispered she closed her eyes and tried to stay calm.
Eiiiiiiiitttttttttttttt
A dog like noise scared the family.
"Mom!" Josie screamed but it would never be heard.
"Okay, the rain is gone, Hayley and Collen stay here." Karron said and ran out while Michel followed. What they saw shocked them, Selen lied dead on the floor, a hoove imprint on her right side of her face. "Nooo!" Karron screamed, she fell to her knees and sobbed. Michel put a hand on Karron's shoulder, tears drizzled down his face as well.
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Josie opened her eyes, she felt as if she were already crying. She took a deep breth and walked up to hayley. Josie barked up at hayley, wanting her to toss the frisbe. Hayley nodded then pulled her arm back as far as she could nd tossed the frisbe. Josie ran after in as fast as she could, she kicked up grass as she ran. Then she jumped at an incredible height. She had caught the frisbe. Hayle stood in astonishment. "We're ready." Hayley mumbled. Josie wagged her tail and revealed a smile only a dog could do.
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"Jooooossssieee!" Hayley called. Josie slumped off the couch and into the kitchen. "Here you go jos," Hayley filled josie's bowl with chicken. Josie at it quickly and looked up at hayley and smiled. That had been the first time josie preformed an actual smile.
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Josie shook her head and jumped into the flatbed truck. Collen drove the truck while Hayley satin the pasenger seat holding the frisbe in her lap. The day had fanished as the group vanished into the sunset.
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Name: Bane (known previously as The Mask of Death in the language of his human village)
Species: Jungle Smili

Poisonous smilis were once thought to be their own subspecies, but recent research has shown that they are only a rare variation of the jungle species. While highly effective as both a hunting and defense mechanism, the infant survival rate of poisonous smili is incredibly low. This is mostly owed to a lack of immunity in cubs, and unless the body learns to cope almost immediately the cub will not live to see it's first birthday.

Personality: Bane once believed himself to be a god, and thought that it was his duty to protect the village in return for shelter and food. He often became too wrapped up in these fantasies, believing that death would come to traitors and that he alone held the fate of the village with his emotions. He considered himself superior to the humans and called them a pathetic race. There was only one human that he truly cared about, and he was his servant.

Even now his arrogance prevails. Most smilis know to stay far out of his way, or take the chance of being bitten. Being used to having others do his work for him, he does not take kindly to being ordered around.

Likes: Bane likes to be lazy and having others tend to him, doing simple tasks with little thinking involved, and when others are afraid of him. He lives off of others paying attention to him, whether the attention is good or bad.
Dislikes: Doing work for himself, questions he can't answer, traitors, and humans. All are things that trouble him, and often even small cases can be a major annoyance to him.

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The human boy approached my cage and bowed, saying, “Mask, open your eyes,” in his strange, primitive tongue.

I rose to my feet slowly, nodding for the human to stand. He did so in a clumsy, awkward fashion, dropping my food in the process. I bared my fangs slightly, showing my disapproval. He fell instantly to his knees and begged for his forgiveness. Such cowardice he showed, but a well justified reason. I was, after all, The Mask of Death, his most feared and respected master. All who disobeyed would succumb to my poison.

His antics were rather amusing, and the servant appeared to be new, so I decided to spare his life for the moment. It was hardly worth the effort to kill a food bearer over a few spilled chunks of meat. He would soon return again with another offering. If not, then death would come upon his family. These creatures seem to place such value on such things. The life of others was somehow so much more important than their own. Foolish animals.

I didn't believe I had a “family,” or whatever the word they used for it. I had little need for such a trivial idea. I was born of the great volcano, they told me. I was the embodiment of the god of death and chaos, sent to them to make sure his wishes were fulfilled. They were to make sacrifices to me, and in return I granted them protection from disaster. If they failed in their simple task then the shield would be broken, and destruction would come upon the village. The village was in my paws. I alone held the fate of it's members, and I had no siblings or true parents to help me do so.

The boy returned to me hurriedly, a newly prepared bowl of food in his hands. I showed my approval graciously, perhaps portraying too much emotion. I covered it up quickly. This child was only to see me as the god I was, not some kind of starved and desperate animal. A god was not to fall so low as to portray the emotions of the poor. I snarled in disgust at myself. The boy ran off, confusing my anger with myself for personal failure. Oh well, anything to make him work harder.

As I finished my meal I looked about the camp. They all scrambled about, preparing for the night's sleep. Another servant tossed in fresh bedding for me to sleep upon, and so I too joined them in their slumber. Despite my captivity, I found myself to be remarkably happy. Perhaps a little on the heavier side, as my surroundings provided little opportunity for exercise, but I had everything I needed. As long as they continued to care for me in this way I believed they'd be in good fortune.

The next morning I awoke to see a crowd gathering just a short ways off from my cage. I stared at them intently for a few minutes, trying to work out their reasoning for being there. Why were they not bowing? Did they really not know to bow in the presence of a god? I couldn't just let them get away without warning. Perhaps I could've just wished them dead right then, but what lesson could they learn from that? Instead I roared at them. Conversation briefly paused, but the roar had done nothing.

I looked around in confusion. They had to be afraid. I was the Mask of Death, I could kill them with just a single venomous bite. What fools would not be afraid of me? Surely they would perish, surely the gods would get their revenge. This cage was not to restrain me. I could destroy it with a swipe of my claws and break free. I could destroy the village myself, both it's structures and it's inhabitants. I remained in there only to uphold the deal they had made, the deal that they have broken.

Finally one noticed me, though his gaze was one of hatred rather than admiration. I returned his expression with a snarl. "Kill the animal. It has done nothing for us. We feed it, yet gives us drought!" Again I found myself compared to an animal, no, called one by a once loyal servant. I knew nothing of the drought they spoke of. Until then I had no reason to resent them, there were no wrongs done against me, nothing worthy of punishment. Yet they were going to kill me for this?

Another man approached, this time an elder. "He was sent here only to be sacrificed. The gods, they are angered by our reluctance to do so. Come, we must discuss this before death befalls us all!" And with that, they all left, leaving me to the darkness of my cage. I was a god then, now I was only a sacrifice. They'd chop off my head and bleed me like a pig, and no one would care. Maybe i would join the gods, but then there was no telling whether or not I even was one.

I could only sit in the corner of my cage and stare at the stars, for once feeling vulnerable, small and weak. I was one of them once, until the day the star fell to the earth. That's how the legend went. That's how they found me and brought me here. I was small and near death, found by the bottom of the volcano. I searched the sky, looking for that one blank spot, the place where my star once sat. It was nowhere to be seen. The sky had forgotten me, I was truly a being of earth now. Immortality meant nothing here, and neither did power.

They'd all pay in the end though. To kill a god was unthinkable. Even the smallest act of treason was punishable by death here. To even think of such a plan would mean exile, a slow and painful death by the elements. A whole village carrying out the act would certainly end in death for them all. The volcano that created me would also be the one to destroy them. It was my servant, and even in death I was confident it would hear me.

With that I curled up in the corner, sleeping peacefully as ever. Tomorrow's events would mean nothing, after all. No matter what the humans did, I was on top, and I would remain in that position. Tomorrow they would realize that I was not a savage animal, but the god that they once believed me to be. Victory would be sweet, even if I wouldn't be there to see it.

I was awoken by the same words as the past morning, and the servant bowed faithfully by my cage. The boy's loyalty amazed me. Someone must have ordered him to do so, perhaps because they didn't want me to starve before the execution. I had no followers anymore. Still, he looked up at me expectantly, waiting for permission to stand. No traitor would bother with bowing and submission. Maybe some people still had a bit of faith left in me. The fact that he had to die almost saddened me. It was the first time I ever felt any kind of sorrow for one of his kind.

He watched quietly as I ate my meal, glancing hungrily at the meat. "They wouldn't let me feed you. They said it was useless to waste their food on such an ungrateful beast." He mumbled, half to himself. "Idiots if you ask me. Just yesterday they were worshiping you. They only stopped when the hunting trip failed." I stared at him intently. Their last hunting trip was yesterday, when the boy had dropped my food bowl. I remembered only being angry for a moment, but maybe that was just enough. We had brought this upon ourselves.

"Father says I caused this. He saw me stumble, he said that I must have angered you. But I didn't, I didn't right?" I could only shake my head. There was no use now. "They refuse to blame it on themselves. They're too greedy, they killed everything before they could be born again. They had to blame it on someone, and I guess we're the easiest targets. And now you're going to die for it." He was sobbing now. Though he was trying to talk his words were inaudible.

He just sat there and cried at the foot of my cage, saying nothing at all. I could only rest my paw on my shoulder and do my best to try and comfort him. In truth, I was just as upset. He had done nothing wrong, but he was to suffer for the idiocy of his people. I wished that I could speak to him and tell him to not be afraid, but I couldn't. I just stayed there and waited, hoping for the crying to stop. I wanted this kid to be happy again, but it was impossible.

Suddenly he became silent, his body stiffening. I looked around the forest, noticing a large group, perhaps even the whole village, approaching. "Good luck, Mask." The boy whispered, stroking my fur. I nuzzled him gently before throwing myself at the cage bars and spitting at the humans. One of them came forward, a spear and some ropes in hand.

"You've betrayed us vile creature, now prepare to die." He growled. I smirked, sitting down in my cage. How horribly ignorant this man was to think he could win a battle with a god. If only I could tell him of the volcano. He would find out on his own soon enough. "Stupid animal. Why must one laugh at their own sacrifice?" If only you knew. I thought back, my lips curling back into a huge cat-like smile. His face grew red with anger, "How dare you taunt me?!" With that he plunged the spear into my shoulder, laughing like a madman.

I stumbled backwards. A burning pain spread through my shoulder. I couldn't bear weight on it without falling over. Blood was covering the ground, my blood. I felt like a trapped animal, like the prey that they destroyed. Not even a god could escape this fate of falling to humans. I was weak, useless, and defenseless now. I was at the mercy of the human, and he was going to kill me. For once i was actually afraid. My confidence was gone, the idea of the volcano no longer brought me comfort. I just closed my eyes, waiting for the finishing blow to be dealt.

There was a scream, and the sound of something being hit. I didn't dare look, knowing very well what was happening and that I could've prevented it. The kid was crying again, softly, as if he didn't even have the strength. "Stupid kid. Getting himself killed over his little pet. it's too bad he died for nothing." He laughed, as if it was all just a joke to him. I stared at the body in shock. No, he couldn't have just done that. The kid had died for me, and he was laughing.

I couldn't let the man be right. I couldn't let that kid die for nothing. I roared, slamming myself at full force into the bars of the cage, tumbling out into the crowd. Everything became a blur of screaming and running as they fled. I let them all run, except for one. I had the killer pinned beneath my feet, begging desperately for forgiveness. I ignored him, sinking my teeth into his arm and sitting back. His body twitched and shook, his eyes darting about aimlessly, and then he became still again, paralyzed. I sat and listened as his breathing slowed, and his skin turned pale and gray.

The kid too was dead, lying only meters away. Carefully I dragged the body away, setting him on the bedding of my cage so he wouldn't have to rest so close to his killer. "Goodbye, my friend. I hope you find your place among the stars." And with that, I left the village behind forever.

Another creature approached me one day, claiming his name to be Night. He told me everything, of how my name was Bane, that he was my brother and how I was a smili. He told me the story of how sick I was when I was born, and how mom abandoned me because she couldn't bear to watch me die. He introduced me to the others too, a rough tribe of wild starved looking animals. They accepted me and helped to heal the wound in my shoulder.

I understood then what a cruel lie the villagers had told me then. I was no longer The Mask of Death, but Bane, the venom fanged smili.

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[Erille]

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[acciobadger]

I would like to adopt!

Josie's natural appearance and species drew me in, and the fact that she is mute highlighted it.
She already has a place waiting for her in my heart, and she will be well loved. <3

Number: 21

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Name: Josie

Species: Silken Windhound Dog

Personality: Timid and shy, she is slow to trust. She does not like humans very well, there are only a select few she will let near her. This, in turn, lets people think she is a mean and vicious dog.

Likes: Rain/thunderstorms, grass, wind, and water. She appreciates quiet, for the pure simple joys of hearing herself think, when she cannot hear herself talk. Running. When she runs, she feels free. She forgets her worries. It makes her feels complete.
Stars and the night sky are some things she grew up watching, mesmerized by their constant natural beauty. Even now, she looks to the stars to remember her past.

Dislikes: Heat, most other animals and people. Pain. Sharp sounds hit her ears like bricks, causing her to shy away in pain and terror.

Background :
As a young pup, Josie was cared for kindly and gently. She remembered her mother well. A gorgeous pepper colored Windhound. She remembered the warm milk scent of her mother, the musky woods-scent of her strong father. But her mother. Sweet, gentle, nurturing. Her soft, cushioning fur. And every night, she remembered the kind words her mother whispered to her, in that light, crooning voice. She would look up at the dark, starlit sky, knowing that those stars would swoop down and save her, take her away to dreams.

My sweet songless songbird, do not be afraid. I love you...

She had been a sweet, frolicking pup, unconcerned with the goings on in the world.
However, she had soon found out, no one can stay oblivious for long...

And then, Josie remembered the last time she saw her mother.

Cruel hands gripped her, pulled her away from that warmth, that comfort. She opened her mouth to scream from pure terror, but as usual, no sound could be heard. Remembered being thrown into a itchy cloth bag, dumped onto the backseat of the family pickup, and hearing her mother's desperate cries and enraged snarls. Car doors slammed. A long, bumpy ride later, she remembered feeling herself lifted, swung, and thrown. She had landed harshly, being slammed into unconsciousness. Next came the pain. Many hours later, having torn out of the rough burlap bag, she had found herself in the middle of an unknown nightmare. Nothing was familiar. The pain in her side and head had restrained her to the spot.

It was in this way Josie had found that no one wants a mute hunting dog, unable to bay announcing a find.

Josie remembered trudging through the darkness that was her future, trying to find just a glimpse of the light that was hope. She had looked up at the star-less sky, begging the stars to save her. But they hadn't. She remembered running. Oh, the sweet bliss that was running. But then, she hadn't been able to run. The pain in her was too great, and she could not push on. After several days of starvation and tiring, she had found a literal light in the darkness. She had scratched on the door, it had opened. It wasn't until later she had noticed the strong stench of fear surrounding this strange place.

She remembered the screams.

Horror filled, terror gripping her, she scrunched into the back of the small metal cage she had been forced into. She remembered crying, the silent tears falling down. The pain had been replaced my agonizing grief and horror. She screamed silent screams which would never be heard.

Then, it had all gone dark. The cage door had opened. Her eyes had opened. And a little girl had picked her up, held her close, and taken her home.

They knew about her muteness.

And yet, they didn't care.

Here she lay, curled around her person, her girl. The stars were shining, singing to her. Life is good.

Happy as a lark. Even one without a song.

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[Hazel XIII]

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I would like to adopt!
Number: 25
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Name: Dilleachta (Irish for orphan)
Species: German Smili
Personality: Dilleachta is very shy. She always feels awkward or out of place. She tends to keep to herself, but hates the feeling of complete abandonment. She tends to watch others. She is kind to others and will stand up for ones smaller than she. She is fiercely protective of anyone close to her, but she gives them space. Only when they need her help is she constantly by their side. She is very much a “Good Samaritan”.
Likes: “Smili” watching, quiet, kindness, peace, helping others, and gently flowing water
Dislikes: Death, abandonment, fire, lightening, war, lies, humans, and bullies.
Background: Dilleachta was born at the worst possible time. It had been a long, hard winter, and all of the Smili’s in her tribe were bone thin. Her mother had barely survived the harshness. She built her den, scratching fiercely at the hard, frozen ground. The den was dug in orange coloured clay, and her parents knew that Dilleachta would have beautiful fur. They looked to each other; maybe this winter would end well for them.
Dilleachta’s mother looked at her cub happily. She was beautiful, just as she had thought. She was pulled from her happy thoughts as a crackling sound from outside. She turned as her mate ran in, terror in his eyes. Bright orange and yellow light flickered angrily behind him, filling the room with and ominous, eerie glow. “FIRE! Hurry, grab the cub and come with me. We might be able to out run it.”
Her mother acted immediately, grabbing Dilleachta gently in her mouth and ran into the flames with her mate.

~*~*~*~

Chineal surveyed the damage, apathy for all of the burnt Smilis scattered around her. She nuzzled one here and one there, but all were still. Tears threatened to over flow her eyes as she began to give up hope of finding any living ones.
Just as she was about to turn and go back to her empty den, she heard a small whimper. She turned to see a badly burned female, her paws covering something that had a black tail. She raced to her side. “Can I help-“ she began, but before she could finish the female spoke in the softest of voices.
“Take her,” was all that was said, before her head slumped and her paws loosened. Chineal gasped at what was revealed. The black tail thing was a newborn cub, whose fur was the colour of the rich clay in the area. A black mask around her face, as though smoke had snuck in and given her a mask, to remind her of how she could have died had it not been for her heroic parents.
“I will,” Chineal whispered, grabbing the cub from its lifeless mother’s paws, tears now streaming freely down her face as she carried it carefully back to her den.

~*~*~*~

Eight Years Later…

Dilleachta smiled up at Chineal. They had been travelling awhile, and her feet were sore. “Can we stop, Mom? I’m tired,” she whined, sitting down.
Chineal laughed lightly, sitting beside Dilleachta. She knew what had to be done today, and it killed her to let her adopted daughter go. She forced the tears back. She hoped desperately that Dilleachta, who she had taken to calling Dill, would understand. “Dill,” she sighed, “I have something I must tell you.”
Dill grew a bit worried now. Her mother had never said that and ended up telling her something good. Such as the time that she and Dill moved away from their tribe to find a new life in Chineal’s original home, Pompeii. Dill always felt strange when her mother talked of Pompeii, as if she didn’t belong there. She had felt like she had belonged in their old tribe, as though she was one of them.
Dill watched as Chineal sucked in a breath and sighed. “I’m not your real mother,” she said quickly. Before Dill could react, she was speaking again. “It was after a fire, I was looking for others to help. I was just about to go home, and I heard your mother. She whimpered to me, she told me to take you. Than she was gone...”
Dill was in shock. Tears fell from her eyes. Her whole life had been a giant lie. No wonder she had felt apart of the tribe when her mother was so clearly out of place.
“Dill, I’m sorry. I had always wanted cubs. I was about to give up when I found you. You wouldn’t have understood.”
Dill stood, Chineal still speaking, and began to walk away. “Dill, please. I couldn’t let you go. Do you understand this harder for me than it is you?”
Dill exploded, turning on Chineal and growling fiercely. “So, it’s hard to give up a daughter that was never yours, but it’s super easy finding out that my whole life has been a lie and that I’m really an orphan!” She snarled at Chineal. “You’re no better than a snake, slithering your way into people’s lives and deceiving them, only for your own benefit.”
“That’s not what I meant. Please, Dill, I love you more than anything. Don’t do this to me,” Chineal was begging now. If she had had hands and knees, she would have been on them at this point.
“So selfish!” Dill screamed, furious. “All you have ever thought about was yourself! If you knew what I was, than why did you lead me to think I was like you.” She snarled and began running. It was awkward and painful, since she was not built to run, but she could have cared less.
“If I was so selfish, than why did I save you?!” Chineal called, as she began sobbing. That was last Dill ever heard of her.

~*~*~*~

Dill collapsed after running for Spirit knows how long. She was panting heavily, lying on her side. She heard a noise and looked up. She sniffed at the air between pants, but to no avail, for she was down wind. She didn’t like this and stood, falling back to the ground again. All of her running had turned her legs to Jell-O. She heard the movement, this time much more deliberate and coming straight for her. She remained still. Her best defence would have to be silence.
She watched as a mouse scurried out of a bush. She laughed at herself for being frightened by a mouse. Than she was tackled from behind by a much stronger animal than a mouse.
“Who are you, and what where you running from?” a deep male voice snarled from behind her.
“I’m Dilleachta, and I’m running from the truth,” she managed to squeak out in her terror. “And do I have the honour of asking who is keeping me pinned to the ground?”
The deep male voice laughed and let Dill up. “You have a mouth on you. I like that,” he said before Dill had turned to look at him. She turned to see a handsome male, the little mouse that had distracted her seated neatly on his shoulder. The name’s Laidir. You’re pretty far off from the closest tribe, since I know you aren’t in mine.” He flashed his pearly whites in a dazzling smile to her.
“My mother, or at least who I thought was my mother, decided to leave our tribe and move back to where she was from, Pompeii,” Dill said, starting to bring her adrenaline level back down.
“Pompeii, huu. Well, you can come back to my tribe with me. That is, if you don’t mind.”
“Yes, I’ll go with you.” Dill said standing and wobbling, her legs still a bit like jelly.
“Here, let me help you,” Laidir said, reaching his shoulder out to steady her. They began to walk towards the north-west, away from Pompeii, and towards the setting sun.

~*~*~*~

They reached the camp well after dark. She could hear activity ahead or her and could see about three white smilis milling about. “You allow your Snow-Touched ones to stay with you? Why? It is so dangerous.” Dill asked Laidir. Snow-Touched smilis always frightened her, and she would never go out with them, fearing they would draw attention and they would be found.
“Our tribe is close to the Autobahn, so all the humans who might see them are moving to fast. Plus, you’re looking at the best Caller in Germany,” Laidir smiled ruefully at Dill.
“You’re a Caller?” she asked, surprised that such a strong, attractive smili would devote his time to luring humans away from the tribe rather than hunting and impressing females.
“I kind of had to. I was captured when I was younger while out on a hunt. My tribe and I got on to this tribe’s land. They took us captive. Most of my original pack mates are still here, but a few died off from old age. This tribe taught me to Call, since their Caller at the time was old and near death, and I was only nine years old,” Laidir spoke as if he where recalling a fabulous memory, which Dill had no doubt that he was.
“So, how old are you now?” Dill inquired, walking slowly beside Laidir as he led her around.
“I’m about 16 now, getting up there, aren’t I?” He laughed, his eyes shining as if tiny suns were imbedded in them. “How about you?”
“I’m eight, almost nine,” Dill replied, her eyes on the ground. She didn’t want to think about it. She was told she would have to take a mate once she was ten. That is, if anyone would take her.

~*~*~*~

Dill and Laidir spent the next couple of months getting to know each other. She went with him on patrols, watched him call strange things like, “Hello”, “Come look at this!”, and “What are you doing?”. She took up helping the older females with watching the cubs.
She and Laidir grew close. She was closer to him than anyone else in her life had been, including Chineal, who had raised her. She followed him around like a lost puppy, but Laidir never seemed to mind. In fact, he enjoyed it. Dill was the first Smili not from his tribe that he had grown attached to.
Dill was approaching her ninth birthday when Laidir came and told her the news. “The Chief is going to allow us to be mates earlier than normal!” He blurted out one day excitedly. Upon seeing Dill’s look of shock, he add, “That is, if you want to.”
“Of course I do!” Dill squeaked, jumping up and down and nuzzling Laidir, who purred happily.
“Tomorrow, than?” he asked, excitement oozing out of all his pores, infecting Dill with it.
“Absolutely,” Dill said, licking his nose and smiling broadly. Maybe her life was taking a turn for the better after all.

~*~*~*~

Dill watched as Laidir went off on patrol the morning before their ceremony. She had wanted to go with him, but had been asked by one of the elder smili females to help here around the camp. Always a helper, she had said yes, biding Laidir a farewell until he returned and they would become one.
After a couple of hours, Dill began to grow worried. He doesn’t normally take this long to patrol the border, she thought. “I’ll be back,” she said to the female she was helping, and went to search for him.
She followed his paw prints around, following the familiar path as it wound around the camp and out towards what Laidir had called the Autobahn. She watched as his paw prints grew less fluid and seemed to drag on the ground, as if he were day dreaming. It worried her a bit, but she figured he was just thinking about things. He had had a lot on his mind for the past couple of days.
She smiled at her self as she came across little drawings, pictures of her surrounded by hearts. She laughed at a few of them where he had attempted to draw them together.
What she saw next broke her heart. Next to a half finished doodle, the dirt was carved out, as if there had been a huge struggle. Than, further down the path, huge strips of dirt were dug out as if someone had been dragged away against their will. The strips of missing dirt passed through what looked like human foot prints. The marks abruptly stopped, and a bit of blood was splattered on the ground among human foot prints. A long seringe, which was broken in half, jagged shards pointing out in all directions, lay next to the blood. A tiny puddle of misty looking liquid lay around it, most of it having already disolved into the ground.
Next came the worst of it all. As Dill looked past the bloody foot prints, she saw tire tracks that led to the Autobahn. She hissed, tears rolling down her face. She turned back to tell the others in the tribe the news. Laidir was gone, and the humans may know that their little society existed.
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