Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Dia.]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 18
Picture:
Name: A Beating Heart's Flame (or just Heart)
Species: horse
Personality: Secretive, Smart, and Caring
Likes: healing, herbs, flowers, plants, water, rain, partly cloudy days, thunder, times of day like dawn and dusk, cool weather, humidity, spring, fall,
Dislikes: people who think they know a lot who really dont, lightning, excessive sun, excessive heat, winter, summer, deserts, dryness
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)
The thunder that crashes overhead matches the thundering of my own hooves as I run... The rain pours from the sky, soaking my already wet pelt further. Do I care? No... its rain, and its thunder, it gives me a kind of power, the power to drive me onward. I feel alive during storms, something most horses fear and hate. But I am different, the reason why I am running. The leader was convinced I was cursed, with my knowledge of the herbs of our land and my love of thunder and rain. My herd, my family drove me out, but I will not leave... no I will not. The leader was in such a rush to get me out of there, that he forgot the say the formal ceremony of exile, so until those words are spoken, I will stick around. I will stay and help those who need it. My former herd members can still come to me for medicinal needs... for I don't believe they are only past family, they are still my herd, and nothing can stop it....
The shining cave is in view and only a few minutes away if I continue at this hard gallop. From there I will send rumours that I am still here... rumours on the wind. I can live in this cave... it is humid and cool. Plants and many healing herbs thrive here even in the deepest corners of the cave. I slow to a trot as I reach the cave, my cave, my new home. I stand outside, looking at the dark clouds overhead, feeling the rain flow down the contours of my face. Then I turn, walking into the shining cave, and disappear in a final whisper, one that would be heard for miles... no matter how quiet.
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[Opal Shimmer]

I would like to adopt!
Number:27
Picture:
Name:Sleana
Species:fennec fox
Personality: sly, sneaky, but beautiful.
Likes:breaking hearts, stealing,playing mind games
Dislikes:people who are onto her, police officers, her mom, Medallion
Background: Sleana slipped around a dark, shadowed corner. Her eyes glinted in the light of the silver moon
A picture you drew: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH.


will edit later got 2 go to a place with no internet.

[mirage.]

Would you guys accept a sketch as a donation? I don't have any other pictures of her...

[Ebonpyre]

Mirage...if you donate that and it gets accepted, I'm definitely trying o_o She's gorgeous.

[Melleh]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
Picture: x
Name: Sunbeam (May I change that? It just doesn't seem right to me.)
Species: Dragon
Personality: Sweet and caring most of the time, but when provoked, she can explode in a flash of teeth and claws.
Likes: Younger dragons, basking in the sun, and drinking lemonade.
Dislikes: Blood, meanies (lol), and bullying.
Background: She was left to die as an egg by her hostile blood mother, but was adopted by her foster parents before she hatched. She grew up as a strong, beautiful young dragon, and many of the males sought after her. She would never take up any offers for a mate, and is still an individual. She was always playing with and teaching those younger than her, and was seen as a positive influence on them. She watched over the orphaned ones often, and was appointed as the caretaker of them. She never let any harm come to them. Eventually she had to leave, as the area where she used to live never really connected with her. She now travels the world, always seeking out that perfect place.
A picture you drew: I would do this, but the only program I know how to use is MS Paint, and it certainly doesn't do her justice.

[•Bliss•]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 23
Picture:
Name: Caramel Coco
Species: Chocolate Canine
Personality: Caramel Coco loves to have her friend around. She's fun to be around, but also has a very calm and sweet personality.
Likes: Chocolate, friends, and peace
Dislikes: War, veggies, and hatred
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)
Caramel Coco was unusual, she had hatched from an egg on Easter. Someone had mistaken her egg as an Easter Egg and put it in a basket full of chocolate. The chocolate started rubbing off onto the egg. As a result, Carmel Coco's DNA started changing. When she had finally hatched,her fur was chocolate inspired. Caramel Coco named herself, as she had been separated by her family as an egg.
When the person who put Caramel Coco in the basket came into the room, she was pleasantly surprised. She had wanted a pet all her life, and this seemed the perfect time to get a pet. The girl carried Caramel Coco out of the room and asked her parents about it. When they found out, they took Caramel Coco to an animal shelter. However, before they got there, Caramel Coco ran away. She found herself in a sugar forest, where Caramel Coco learned how to make her own chocolate. After that, Caramel Coco tried to start a pastry shop, but no one wanted to buy food from an animal.

One day, Caramel Coco went out to get the local newspaper. After flipping around the pages, a large advertisement caught her eye. It was about the Tough As Nails Adoption. Caramel Coco searched up the address and decided to go there. She knew that she couldn't live like this, and she yearned for an owner to call her own. Caramel Coco packed her things (her secret recipe book, a couple of chocolate bars, and her favorite stuffed animal) and started on the long trek towards Tough As Nails. After many weeks, Caramel Coco finally found the adoption center. She made it! Caramel Coco was almost jumping for joy. She was so excited that she might get an owner.

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I Hope You Like My Form!

[Ranua]

Nice pic Mirage.

[Erille]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 10
Picture:
Name: Debithella (Debby)
Species: Canine (Greyhound/hunting dog)
Personality: A restless dog. Debby is never still and will often race around the yard in circles to fast and often that a line of grass is gone from her path. She never stays in one place very long except by force. Even though Debby is a loner and a racer she will always be a loyal dog to her friends.
Likes: Running, hunting small animals, being free, large racing tracks, small groups, large areas, fights over stupid things, sunlight
Dislikes: Lies, being still, large groups, crowded areas, collars and restraints, too much noise, violence, darkness
Background:

The barn's single lightbulb flickered on and off as the electrical storm buzzed over-head.The barn shuttered in the wind and the mother dog inside huddled closer to her mate as the rain splattered down. A hole in the roof made water fall onto the ground, making the dirt floor muddy. The mother dog lay on the ground looking at her new-born pups. They were squirming around, blind and deaf, all while searching for their mother's milk. The mother dog licked her fur as her pup's fed. Then the mother dog saw the runt of the litter. It was still in the hay, trying to find it's way to the mother dog. She frowned and got up. The other pups yelped in protest. The mother dog paid no attention and picked up the runt by it's neck. She felt it's weak neck pulse and knew it probably wouldn't survive. The mother dog put the runt by the open barn door. She put it outside in the storm and left the young pup to die. The farmhand was watching from the shadows. He saw the runt in the storm and rushed to it. Picking it up, he turned back to the farmhouse and went to his father. "We'll have to drown in, Pa." The farmhand said. The farmer nodded and the two slowly put the runt in a cold pool of water.
~.One year later.~
Debby ran alongside her pack mates as they chased the large stag. It's antlers were getting stuck in the overhead branches and to their advantage, the stag was slowing down incredibley. The stag made the fatal mistake of turning back to look at it's pursuers and the branches locked themselve's in the might antlers. It was wrenched backwards and instantly the hunting dogs were on the helpless animal. Debby was the one that ended it's life.As the hunting dogs started to bay to their master's so they could find the kill, Debby tried to howl the loudest. But her howls were drowned out by the bigger male dog, Dicky. His larger size made him imtimidating and a much better hunter. But Debby was slimmer and faster and was often at the front of the pack during a hunt. soon the dog's masters were upon the dogs and they tied to deer to a sling and carried it off between two horses. The hunting dogs trotted behind.
Debby ran beside Dicky. The two dogs were silent, even though Dicky had a gleam in his eye. Debby knw that look Dicky always had it on when he wanted to tell a secret or about something that was bothering him. Debby didn't mind it though and ran along side the horses. When the humans dropped the deer off at the house, the horses were set free and the dogs went to play a game of harrassing them. Debby loved the game, although most of the horses tried to kick the dogs whenever they got near. No dog seemed to mind, though and went around herding the horses up and barking at their heels.
But finally the humans saw the dogs, like they always did, and put a end to the game. Debby was picked up by her collar and thrown into the house. She snorted. WWhy did the humans always treat her the worst? Just because Dicky was an amazing hunter that instantly meant that the whole pack were good hunters. Debby walked around the house aimlessly. But then she saw the open door. It was on it's hinges very slightly and it looked to Debby as if it could fall off with a slight gust of wind. Debby smiled. She walked towards the door and back outside. Then an idea popped into her head. She could escape the humans. She could hunt all by herself and actually be able to not have to eat the leftovers. Then Debby turned her head t the other dogs. They wouldn't miss her. So she wouldn't bother telling them. With her head high in the air, Debby ran off of the humans farm. Instantly she was in the deep forests of England.
Debby was free. And she would always be.

A picture you drew:

[White_Wolf_Bane]

STILL EDITING!
I would like to adopt!
Number: 9
Picture:
Name: Fallen Angel (his nickname is Fallen)
Species: Alaskan Malamute
Personality: Most people who live in Fallen's home town percive him to be a trouble maker and a harbinger to disaster and chaos. The fact of the matter is that he wants to help people, but always seems to arive too late. Fallen tends to be very lonely most of the time since people avoid him because of his bad reputation. He is also very shy and timid when it comes to interacting with the townspeople, or any person, because he is afraid that they might hurt him. Trust is a word that is not in Fallen's vocabulary, and it is very rare that he does trust anyone.
Likes: Fallen likes it when people see past his reputation and see the real him, and like him for who he is. He also enjoys helping people out and the feeling he gets doing so.
Dislikes: Fallen absolutly loaths his twin sister, Rising Angel, because she is loved and so well liked by everyone in town, and hated by no one; in other words, he is jealous of her. He also hates it when people judge a book by it's cover, so to speak, and people treat someone good or bad baised on appearence or reputation.
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.)

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I would like to adopt!
Number: 8
Picture:
Name: Rising Angel
Species: Alaskan Malamute
Personality: Although she may be Fallen Angel's twin sister, she couldn't be anymore different from him if she tried. She acts sweet and innocent around most of the towns people, but in reality, she's cold and mean. She likes to manipulate people to her advantage, and if she doesn't get her way, she snaps like a twig under her paws. She will do anything from spreading rumors to creating false crimes to incriminate someone to punish those who won't let her get away with murder or have what she wants. She doesn't care who's reputation she damagesor who's lives she ruins, as long as she gets revenge, she's happy. In short, Rising Angel seems sweet and innocent, but her pink and plush fur hides her dark side.
Likes:
Dislikes:
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[Ranua]

GAH! I still must draw a pic! XP Ill try today!