[extraterrestrial]

full username ;; Slater<3'sCyberGoth
pup's name ;; Technocracy
poem to decide her looks ;; [Must be written by you]
I dance to the beat of my own song
Much like my coat, i am unique and on my own
Some make fun of me, some admire me
So what, i dont care, i am happy with the way i am
And I will ALWAYS party on.

Sending payment

Accepted. Technocracy is yours

Sorry P i p p i n, first finished form

[snowflake276728]

Oh lord I want 10. But... I can't afford it :C Would an art trade be acceptable?

[extraterrestrial]

No I am so sorry. If you have DA I would sell him for 25-30 Points but no art trades, sorry

[aiu]

full username ;;
.e s c a p e.
pup name ;;
Thanh is a Vietnamese that means bright, clear blue. His parents named him that because of the little blue coloring he has.
story about them in battle ;;

Warning!: War, death, violence.
The young pup just behind the barricade, his gun clutched in his hands but his finger no where near the trigger. Another cannon shot, more screams, more blood. The boy squinted his eyes shut and held his gun closer to his chest as if it was a teddy bear.
"On your feet, Fredrickson!" a voice said just in front of him before the owner of it grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him up roughly.
Thanh opened his eyes in a flash to meet the angry, muddy, face of a fellow soldier.
His fellow mumbled under his breath before staring at Thanh in the eyes. "You flippin' idiot. If you hide down here, we're never gonna win this thing. Besides, there's only a few more enemies left and they're never gonna get you--"
Thanh's mouth opened slightly as a bullet hole opened in the other soldier's head. He couldn't utter a sound as the body sunk to the ground.
He gulped down the bile he was beginning to feel in the back of his throat and let a channel of air come out of his pursed lips. As he let the breath out, he started to sink to the ground as well, afraid of the vile lunch he had had that day coming back to the light. He started to slow calming breaths, short, but relaxing. There was a sudden stall in fire and he peaked over the mound he was hiding behind to see only a few men still alive behind enemy lines. Another shot. Another soldier fell.
Thanh squinted his eyes shut, not wanting to see the blood, but in few moments they were open again, and trained on a enemy laying on the ground bleeding. He wasn't dead, and perhaps he wouldn't die for sometime. He shouldn't care, bu the enemy's lips mouthed one word while staring desperately into Thanh's eyes. "Water," his lips read, and the little pups paw went to his canteen, still full and cold.
There had only been two shots during this whole little bit and Thanh couldn't help but hear his mother's smooth, sweet voice in the back of him mind, "Доброта купит вам больше, чем вы когда-либо могли себе позволить с золотом." Compassion will buy you more than you could ever afford to gold. With a shaking paw, Thanh screwed off the lid of his water source and stood on legs that felt like jelly. He scrambled out of the barricade with less grace than he had hoped and it seemed that a gun stopped mid-shot in shock.
"What's that mad-man doing?" asked another soldier behind him.
Thanh knelt next the dying enemy and lifted up his head softly, at just enough of a tilt for the water to go smoothly down his parched throat. He moved the canteen to the enemy's lips and let the water flow. The enemy took it gratefully, seeming not to notice who exactly it was who was giving it.
As Thanh pulled the canteen away from the colleague's lips, there was a loud growl just behind him. It was followed by a bark and the compassionate dog spun his head around just in time for him to see the wildly mad eyes of one of his fellow soldiers.
With another enraged bark, the angry dog pounced on him. And his gun. As Thanh was shoved to the ground, another shot was fired from his own gun. It didn't miss it's mark. The soldier who had meant to kill him before, was dead beside him, a bullet wound in his chest.
Thanh let out several nervous breaths before swallowing slowly as he looked at the dead body. Everything was silent around him. Nobody breathed, nobody moved.
"I-I didn't do it," Thanh stuttered and his eyes met the thankful ones of the colleague he had helped, "He-he simply landed on my gun. Th-the trigger!" he tore his eyes away from the other dog's and looked down towards the barricade. A few looked frightened. Others, understanding, but all in one force they came out on the battlefield, they're water containers at the ready. They helped the weary, while Thanh watched silently. He dragged himself back over to the dog who had started it all and the remainder of the sweet water he had left down his throat.

[extraterrestrial]

full username ;;
.e s c a p e.
pup name ;;
Thanh is a Vietnamese that means bright, clear blue. His parents named him that because of the little blue coloring he has.
story about them in battle ;;

Warning!: War, death, violence.
The young pup just behind the barricade, his gun clutched in his hands but his finger no where near the trigger. Another cannon shot, more screams, more blood. The boy squinted his eyes shut and held his gun closer to his chest as if it was a teddy bear.
"On your feet, Fredrickson!" a voice said just in front of him before the owner of it grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him up roughly.
Thanh opened his eyes in a flash to meet the angry, muddy, face of a fellow soldier.
His fellow mumbled under his breath before staring at Thanh in the eyes. "You flippin' idiot. If you hide down here, we're never gonna win this thing. Besides, there's only a few more enemies left and they're never gonna get you--"
Thanh's mouth opened slightly as a bullet hole opened in the other soldier's head. He couldn't utter a sound as the body sunk to the ground.
He gulped down the bile he was beginning to feel in the back of his throat and let a channel of air come out of his pursed lips. As he let the breath out, he started to sink to the ground as well, afraid of the vile lunch he had had that day coming back to the light. He started to slow calming breaths, short, but relaxing. There was a sudden stall in fire and he peaked over the mound he was hiding behind to see only a few men still alive behind enemy lines. Another shot. Another soldier fell.
Thanh squinted his eyes shut, not wanting to see the blood, but in few moments they were open again, and trained on a enemy laying on the ground bleeding. He wasn't dead, and perhaps he wouldn't die for sometime. He shouldn't care, bu the enemy's lips mouthed one word while staring desperately into Thanh's eyes. "Water," his lips read, and the little pups paw went to his canteen, still full and cold.
There had only been two shots during this whole little bit and Thanh couldn't help but hear his mother's smooth, sweet voice in the back of him mind, "Доброта купит вам больше, чем вы когда-либо могли себе позволить с золотом." Compassion will buy you more than you could ever afford to gold. With a shaking paw, Thanh screwed off the lid of his water source and stood on legs that felt like jelly. He scrambled out of the barricade with less grace than he had hoped and it seemed that a gun stopped mid-shot in shock.
"What's that mad-man doing?" asked another soldier behind him.
Thanh knelt next the dying enemy and lifted up his head softly, at just enough of a tilt for the water to go smoothly down his parched throat. He moved the canteen to the enemy's lips and let the water flow. The enemy took it gratefully, seeming not to notice who exactly it was who was giving it.
As Thanh pulled the canteen away from the colleague's lips, there was a loud growl just behind him. It was followed by a bark and the compassionate dog spun his head around just in time for him to see the wildly mad eyes of one of his fellow soldiers.
With another enraged bark, the angry dog pounced on him. And his gun. As Thanh was shoved to the ground, another shot was fired from his own gun. It didn't miss it's mark. The soldier who had meant to kill him before, was dead beside him, a bullet wound in his chest.
Thanh let out several nervous breaths before swallowing slowly as he looked at the dead body. Everything was silent around him. Nobody breathed, nobody moved.
"I-I didn't do it," Thanh stuttered and his eyes met the thankful ones of the colleague he had helped, "He-he simply landed on my gun. Th-the trigger!" he tore his eyes away from the other dog's and looked down towards the barricade. A few looked frightened. Others, understanding, but all in one force they came out on the battlefield, they're water containers at the ready. They helped the weary, while Thanh watched silently. He dragged himself back over to the dog who had started it all and the remainder of the sweet water he had left down his throat.

Yours! I am on my phone and will edit the first post when I get on a computer!

[Lileevine]

5 is lovely, but almost all my rare dogs are dreamies. And at first, I started posting a whole story and all about her, Snowela, but when I saw the required payment...

[chickadee;;]

full username ;;
PeachPasison.

pup's name;;
Coral.

poem about a sunset ;;
Shining, always in my memory,

Rising swiftly,
Rising gracefully,
Shining endlessly,
Shining elegantly,
Fading faintly,
Fading ever-so-slightly,

Fading, never in my memory.

Sorry for the rushed form... Busy at the moment. ^o^ But I thought I might as well buy her as she is only payed for with an uncommon. c: Thanks.

[extraterrestrial]

full username ;;
PeachPasison.

pup's name;;
Coral.

poem about a sunset ;;
Shining, always in my memory,

Rising swiftly,
Rising gracefully,
Shining endlessly,
Shining elegantly,
Fading faintly,
Fading ever-so-slightly,

Fading, never in my memory.

Sorry for the rushed form... Busy at the moment. ^o^ But I thought I might as well buy her as she is only payed for with an uncommon. c: Thanks.

Accepted! Just send payment and she's yours!