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Pet's ID Tag: 74

Name You'd Choose for It: Anguille, means eel in French. Nickname :: Gelle (gell-uh)

Gender: Female

Reason You Want It: She is very different, and I thought she might be great to put in stories, and to get art of her.
The design will be fun to draw (I think it will) and her stories that could be written are endless.

Role-plays are still a question in my head, I have no idea how I would find a suitable role-play to put her in, but I just might end up making one.

Drawing her makes my head spin, I would draw her a lot (I'm still in the process of drawing her now) and make sure it would go on her character page.

Writing her stories is my fantasy...Her journeys would be epic and wonderful combinded into one. Joyce, her mate, would be in them as well. The stories I write for her would be almost uncountable, as they would be written contiuously, and if I ever manage to become a writer I would truly consider putting her stories into one large collection and trying to place it on the shelves.

History/Background/Other:

History ::
Anguille swam through the Indian Ocean, as free as a bird. She was in search of something, you could tell by the look of her furrowed eyes that gleamed about the ocean. She stretched out her eel tail and dove towards the sand. She went right through it like a knife goes through butter. She must’ve done a u-turn somewhere below in the sand, because she popped back up and bobbed her head out of the sand. She opened her mouth to breath, and minnows swam away. Her expression softened; nobody understood! Breathing isn’t scary; it’s a way of life! She tugged her self out of the sand with her front legs and swam along hoping to catch a current. Her tail wriggled like a dead fish flopping on a board deck, but this was how she swam.
She seemed to gasp as bubbles of air fizzled up onto the surface. She swam faster and faster until she was in a school of her kind. They were everywhere; maybe this was what she was looking for? No. She smiled naturally now instead of frowning and swam with her friends. They all spun in circles floating up and floating down; it was so flowing and graceful like a lullaby. It was a dance! Anguille dove back into the sand and did a u-turn- her signature move- and watched everybody dance.
“They dance so beautifully, don’t they, Gelle?” Anguille looked over to where the noise was emitting from. It was Atlantic, her best friend named after the sea; his mother's dream land.
“They sure do. Wish I could dance like that,” she chuckled, knowing it would never happen. Atlantic dove into the sand and tried Gelle’s signature move. His purple-blue scales glimmered in the little sunlight that made it to the sea floor. But they were high up in the water, almost to the surface. Atlantic wobbled his way through and looked up like Anguille.
“You can always try,” Atlantic offered. His eyes were soft and caring, he did this when he got in over his head, and wanted Gelle to join him.
“Oh Artii,” she began, “You go dance, you’re good at it. I’ll stay here and watch you, I don’t want to embarrass myself,” she confessed. Atlantic frowned sadly and squirmed out of the sand. He swam beautifully without a doubt, but he longed for something so much, that he knew he would never get. Anguille.
“MWAAR!!” A loud roar pieced through Anguille’s ears. She rumbled from the sound and tried to scoot out of the sand. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shark. She did not care for sharks, and didn’t want to know about them; she had no idea what type of shark it was. It was large and gray, just like any other shark she’d seen. It’s true that she eats the remains of shark, but only remains; not fresh shark on the house! It had spotted her, and locked on its target. Anguille tried her best to swim away, but her dorsal fin was stuck between the sand and a large rock hidden by the small mineral. It charged and she could hear the Jaws song replaying in her head, something her friends had joked about until she heard it from human boats all the time. She whimpered and looked at herself surrounded by sand.
Why struggle? I’m already dead, she thought. So, she paused and the unimaginable happen. A purple-blue ribbon eel-wolf swam in front of the shark’s open mouth. The huge fish was surprised, but swam away with his dinner. It all happened in a blur, Anguille was still unsure. Luckily, she was able to pop herself out of the sand and swim around to regain her intelligence. She lost her marbles when the shark came, so she swam to find them all.
She realized her best friend was most likely dead or somehow alive suffering teeth marks in a shark’s belly. She also realized that it was Atlantic who had saved her life.
Tears rolled down her cheeks and joined the ocean water, slowly helping the water become saltier. Gelle swam and hoped Nayfi was real and would take care of Atlantic; but she was still unsure of Nayfi. Nayfi was what she was searching for. She swam on in search of the helper of God to ask her to watch over her best friend carefully. To tell her what he was allergic to, to tell her his favorite things to do, to tell her about his constant breathing issues, something she recalled humans calling ‘asthma’. She let herself sink to the ocean sand pitifully, hoping the shark would come and take her away, too.
~~~
Anguille woke with a fright; she had sunk in the sand where her buoyant head kept her afloat so she could breath. Her gills were on her neck. But what surprised her more, was the fact that another wolf-eel was staring at her. He was perfectly handsome, she liked this male already, but he was very…strange. He had no expression on his face even when bubbles floated out of his nostrils; which had always made Gelle giggle. Anguille’s eyes were intent and buzzing around his body structure.
“Well awesome. You’re awake,” The male smiled.
“Who-?”
“The name’s Joyce, I found you sorta’ floating along the bottom of the floor. You looked dead so I brought you here and kept a close eye on you. Then you sank which sorta’ freaked me out…But you’re okay! So it’s all fine now.” Gelle had a very confused look on her face as she shimmied out of the sand and followed Joyce.
“You must’ve dreamed awfully, you made grossed out face in your little slumber."
“Where-Where are we?” Anguille asked, ignoring everything Joyce said. She gawked at the white buildings and gold extras around this little city.
“Oh, here? I call it home, but I believe where you lived, you called it Atlantis.” The last word added and extra ‘umph’ to the sentence. At first, Gelle didn’t believe him, but it perfectly fit what she had imagined it to be like.
“What other types of mythical things are there that I don’t know about?” She joked with a serious tone. Joyce chuckled.
“The awesome parties that are held here-”
“Parties? Yeesh, you got it all dontcha’? I hear they’re pretty cool from all the stories my mom used to tell me.”
“That’s the part you don’t know about, they all suck,” he laughed happily, enjoying Anguille’s company. The two swam along until they reached a small white shack with sand lining the ground.
“Now this is my home.” Joyce spun himself around pointing with his muzzle at the place. Gelle gazed at the walls as the silky sand.
“It’s gorgeous…” She murmured. Joyce half-smiled.
“You alright?- Err..”
“Anguille; and yeah, just thinking.”
“Right; Anguille. ‘Bout what?” He pestered on.
“My best friend died because of me, and now I don’t think I deserve to live. He met nobody and I met yo-“ She paused when she realized what she was saying to this complete stranger. Joyce smiled and wrapped his paw around her neck.
“I think I’m the one who doesn’t deserve to live Anguille, I’m so lucky to have all this,” he coaxed. Gelle leaned into his paw and let the tears roll once more. Joyce gave her a hug, and knew right away that she was his mate, and Gelle knew it, too.
~~~
The next morning after Anguille had cried herself to sleep, she and Joyce had a small discussion. Joyce didn’t bring up being mates, but neither did Gelle. They just spoke about Atlantic and Nayfi. Joyce promised Gelle that he’d take her to where Nayfi was, and that he knew Nayfi would let her great soul she him once more. Anguille thanked him, and then roamed the city.
Joyce was a helper of Poseidon, who was actually an eel-wolf as well. He was a deep blue with a yellow dorsal fin and black lines, which for him meant power. He had told Gelle to stay in the city where she’s safe from the sharks, which she promised him she wouldn’t without haste.
She travelled to Poseidon’s throne to she what it looked like; it was completely marvelous. She said hi to passers by kindly and journeyed the whole town until sundown, when she went back to Joyce’s shack to meet him.
“How did the city look? Pleasing? Awful?” Joyce urged. Anguille chuckled and shook her head slightly. She looked up at him with a sparkle in her eye and sighed.
“It was beautiful, although I never saw you at the throne. Where were you?” Joyce nodded in approval of her thinking of the city.
“I was in the back today, caring for some things. I told him I had to take you to Nayfi, and he absolutely despises that. Nayfi is actually his older sister, would you have known it? He hats her though, for being the god of gods, except God…” Joyce continued to babble on, so Gelle tackled him.
“Did he say yes?” She interrupted. Joyce smiled crazily; it went from ear to ear.
“’For awhile,’ he said, ‘but I’ll need you back sooner or later’.” Anguille squealed with joy and spun around. She embraced Joyce out of joy, but didn’t let go. Joyce blushed and didn’t move until Gelle loosened up and beamed at him. He smiled happily showing his teeth and licked her face.
“We have a long journey ahead of us, let’s get some sleep.” With that Anguille let go without a word and dove into the sand. She bubbled to the surface of the mineral and soon fell into a deep slumber.
~~~
Joyce awoke abruptly and squirmed out of the sand. He gazed at Gelle, who was now his mate, and cocked his head. She was sound asleep, and he couldn’t help but not to wake her. He frowned and swam out of his shack and looked at the large town. He never truly realized how lucky he was in Atlantis with all the gold furnishings and marble sculptures and homes. He frowned and glanced back at Anguille. He still wondered what it was like at her home; was it better? Worse? Average? He sighed and pumped his fin which pushed him into the small home.
“Anguille,” he whispered. “Please wake up.” He sank down to her level and blew bubble in her face. She twitched and opened her eyes sleepily.
“Joyce?” She mumbled. He smiled happily at the sound of his name in her voice. He repeated it in his head over and over again. Joyce, Joyce, Joyce… He looked dreamily into space until he realized Gelle was shouting at him.
“Joyce! Joyce!”
“What is it?” He questioned while shaking his head.
“I said, are you ready?” She had pulled herself out of the sand and was staring down at him. Joyce gazed in awe at her, not understanding how he missed her getting out of the sand. He shook his head and nodded and swam out of the shack with Anguille following behind.

Summary of her History :: Gelle's best friend saves her from a shark by sacrificing himself. She goes off in search of their god, Nayfi, to tell her about Atlantic, her best friend. She wants to see him one more time, and tell Nayfi about his allergies and such.
On her way, she become pitiful and sad and sunk to the sand and began floating with the ocean. Joyce, a male wolf-eel, finds her and decides to take care of her for the time being. When Anguille finds out, she is immediately in love. Later on that night, Joyce falls in love, too.
The next morning, they think of a plan and while Joyce works, Anguille journeys Joyce's home- Atlantis. That night, Joyce tells Anguille that Poseidon, who he works for, said it was alright for him to leave to find Nayfi for awhile. The next morning, they set off on their journey.
The very first day, they ran into a school of dohlphins, and the baby ones purposely got in their way. Anguille, out of rage, spoke to them cruelly, and was banned along with Joyce to stay with them any longer. That night, they struggle on where to sleep, for they are in the sharks' land. Gelle swam off without Joyce when he was asleep to find the shark that consumed Atlantic and see to it that his was killed or severely injured. When Joyce woke up, he noticed Gelle was gone and went out to search for her.
He found her snarling at a shark and Joyce joined in. The shark eventually swam off and Joyce scolded Anguille. She was sad and never vanished again during their travels.
They swam for two days until they found a school of fish. They stopped in this area and feasted on the scaley animals. That night, they rested not far off from where they ate and dreamt of many things, beautiful and terrible. When they awoke, they were skittish of their dreams and swam on very cautiously.
They ran into an area where humans were fishing in their boats, and oil was everywhere. Anguille became sick and Joyce carried her to safety. They stayed there until the boats were all gone, which was about two days.
Anguille and Joyce had gotten into a fight about Nayfi, Joyce thinking she was real, and Gelle thinking she wasn't, but things cleared up when they finally reached Nayfi's home. Anguille and Joyce's kind swam everywhere along with millions of fish.
Nayfi and Anguille spoke of what Gelle wished, and Nayfi smiled and aggreed.
Everything went through for Anguille, and she now journeys the ocean blue with Joyce, always at her side.

A Drakipedia of Anguille ::

Name :: Anguille. This is her name because she is half eel, and this means eel. It is in French, and I chose French because it appeals to me, and Anguilliformes, the family order is like Anguille.

Gender :: Female, just because she is. I know the coloration is supposed to be a male, but I have her personality all stuck in my head as a female. xP

Language :: Aquatic Canine

Religion :: Nayfiic- Nayfiic is a belief consisting of Christianity and Indian beliefs. Nayfi, their god, created the world with a close eye from God, the Christian's god. Nayfi is said to control nature (AKA Mother Nature) and spirits; good and bad. A small accessories is said to hold good spirits of one's ancestors. Bad spirits live in a place similar to the oppisite of the Christian's heaven. When bad and dead, Nayfiicans go there to be cursed for eternity. Good spirits go to heaven to help Nayfi create more good things for Earth when dead, and their souls stay in the daughter and son's accessory as stated before.

Personality :: Gelle is a laid-back girl, mostly mis-understood because she can be a little bit bossy. Her efforts consist of going to heaven and meeting Nayfi, finding out if Nayfi's real, and having a mate. She tries her best to accomplish these things, but is a very quick quitter. She wishes she was dead a lot just because she is short-tempered, but is a true kind wolf-eel at heart. She lives to swim, but really, she swims to live.
Her freedom flashes around her body, it's like her aura consists only of it. She is free, and she knows it, which is the only think that keeps her alive. Suicide stalks her mind, but never gets through because she is free.
The only thing that can cheer her up is Joyce and this freedom when either gets stuck in her brain. She loves both deeply, and they are her best friends, even if one isn't alive.
She is a wild spirit that has many mistakes on not keeping her mouth shut, but all in all, she is the wolf-eel that every human wishes to be.

Mate :: Joyce, a male wolf-eel. Joyce is pale teal-green and teal blue with three small yellow spots on her rear that resemble bubbles. He loves Gelle from the bottom of his heart and can't seem to let her go, even through her stubborness. He won't give up, and tries his best to tell Anguille the same. He loves the sea, and knows Nayfi is real.

Diet :: Anguille normally eats shrimp, her favorite food, but for the sake of her metabolism, she eats remains of dead sharks/whales, small fish, extremely large fish with the help of her mate, younger eels, and underwater plants.

Pet peeves :: She absoulutely hates humans, boats, boat oil, herself at times, annoying baby dolphins, and gross food.

Hobbies :: She loves to swim with the current, and because she also has lungs, she likes to go above water and watch the sunset. She can only see portions of the sunset though, for her lungs are so minute and it pains her to breathe through them. She also loves to dance with Joyce, and journey the ocean to see new things.

Favorite Things :: Freedom, Joyce, the ocean. All three of these things keep her happy and going with life.

Age :: 2.6 years, also known as 19 human years.

Height :: 3'0"

Weight :: 76 lbs.

Length :: [stretched out] 6'4"

Kingdom :: Animalia

Phylum :: Chordata

Class :: Actinopterygii

Order :: Anguilliformes

Family :: Muraenidae

Genus :: Rhinomuraena

Species :: Rhinomuraena quaesita/Canis lupus hybrid. (Ribbon eel/gray wolf hybrid)

A Drakipedia of Ribbon Eels ::

Name :: Rhinomuraena quaesita

Gender :: Male/female

Age :: 2 months in captivity [Average] but the longest on record is 25 years, 20 years in the wild [Maximum]
Family :: Muraenidae

Other Common Names :: Ribbon Moray, Black Ribbon Eel, Blue Ribbon Eel, Bernis Eel

Range :: Indo-West-Pacific

Habitat :: Sandy bottom of the ocean, nears reefs and rubble zones.

Length :: 130cm (51in, 1.3 meters, 1,300 mm) [Maximum]

Water Temprature (Marine) :: 24* C (75* F) through 28* C (82* F)

General Sea Level (Where they swim) :: The bottom

Type of Eel :: Saltwater

Apperance :: Long and slender with a high dorsal fin. Large nostrils.

Coloration :: Black with yellow dorsal fin= Sub-adult/Juvenile
Yellow with black anal fin with some white on the fin= female
Blue with yellow dorsal fin= adult male

Diet :: Shrimp, samin, and other fish.

Kingdom :: Animalia

Phylum :: Chordata

Class :: Actinopterygii

Order :: Anguilliformes

Family :: Muraenidae

Genus :: Rhinomuraena

Quick Facts :: To feel safe, a ribbon eel must burrow itself in sand, that's why they live near reefs. They have that habit of 'hiding'.
They will hide behind rocks and reefs and then bolt out and snatch their prey for a meal.
They are the only moray eel that's not gonochoristic.
Like most eels, ribbon eels are thought to be angry or aggresive because they normally have their jaws open looking like they'e readying themselves to attack. But really, they're just breathing.
They are not a recommended pet, for they live only one or two months on average in captivity.

Drawing(s) :: Whoops, I forgot to color the ears yellow. :S Ah well.



And the other picture isn't obeying, so it goes in a URL. Click

Information on the Pictures ::

Media :: Both were painted with watercolor, and then edited on Photoshop Art Elements 0.6. I made the belly lighter, erased some runny paint, and then messed with the filter option. It was drawn with a Bic mechanical pencil and lined with Faber-Castell 4 pitt artists pens. (Letters S and F)

How it was done :: Like always, I began with the simple anatomy and then drew on the details. Afterwards, I lined it and went over mistakes with a white marker. Then I painted it and let it dry. I scanned it and put the filter 'watercolor' on picture one, and 'smooth pixel' on picture two. I gave them a transparent backround and ta-daa.

Form and Pose :: She is in an anthro form by mistake, I was actually trying to do a good quad, but my first quad was terrible, and then this happened. So I left it.
Err, she's supposed to be sitting with her tail in the air. She's holding herself up with her arms (legs) and staring at nothing.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. You guys have to put this up for me? Oh dear. D8 Well of course I will. <3

[Abozzo ADOXOGRAPHY]

I really think I've fallen in love with this character. xD I tried my best on this form.

Pet's ID Tag:

Kennel #38
[ unnamed ]

Name You'd Choose for It:

Inar Loékas
[ fantasy name - no origin, just thought it sounded beautiful and fitting ]

Gender:

Mare
[ female ]

Breed:

Horse
[ Arabian / Mustang Hybrid ]

Sire:

Mustang
[ feral // no name // unknown origins ]

Dam:

Arabian
[ discipline in dressage // name - Breaking Dawn // pure bred ]

Discipline:

Dressage, Racing

Height:

15.2 Hands

Age:

Four Years

Reason You Want It:

Well, I’ve been looking for a horse character for a long time now, surprisingly. So I’ve just been floating around looking for one. But all of them were too complicated or too bright or just not my thing, and eventually I thought I’d give up. Thank the gods I found The Agency, because I was able to fall in love. In love with this design? Why, yes. Yes I am. It is exactly what I wanted, what I love, the kind of style and markings that make my heart skip in envy when I see them on someone else’s characters. I don’t think this design could be improved on in any way at all, as it was just made perfect. But, why was I looking specifically for a horse character? So I’d have inspiration for learning how to draw horses. She defiantly would receive fanart from myself, would be a stunning model, and would be heavily taken care of.

Honestly, I’m hoping, praying that I’ll get her, because I would love to be able to write stories and use her as a main character, draw meaningful pictures and make her the subject, role play and possibly make her a beloved constant character, and most of all, to be a base design to use whenever trying new things out. She wouldn’t go to waste or sit in a corner collecting cobwebs, that’s for sure.

Personality:

Half wild, and half tame. The humans put things on her and get on her back and force her to go places, and take control over her actions and lock her away whenever they see fit. But she doesn’t fight back. She’d never dream of fighting back. She just sits there and takes it. She sees all the other horses are thrilled with this life, but something inside of her cries out for more. More room to run, to graze, to kick and play. More animals to talk to, more freedom of her actions, and something more to entertain herself. But she thinks that’s more of a dream than anything, and quietly eats her hay and watches from the corner of her eyes.

In truth, she’s a calm horse. Never picking fights, and just more easily submitting or walking away. She doesn’t like to be spooked or approached from a blind side, but wouldn’t make a big deal out of it if it happenes. She doesn’t see the worth in fighting over everything, and so separates herself from her mother and her mate, and grazes in a corner. None the less she isn’t an outcast. She has many friends at the stables and no enemies, she just doesn’t feel fit to prance around and talk to them all day. She says all she needs to with that morning’s body language.

Favorite thing to do is listen to the rain from her stable. It can’t touch her, but she can watch it and admire it. But when it comes with lightning and thunder, she’s bound to raise a fuss until the humans treat her special and calm her down. That’s probably the only moment you’ll get a rise out of her. Good thing she doesn’t live in a very thunder prone country, though Oregon does get a lot of rain all year round.

Of course, she does have her [unknown] father’s wild blood. This makes running a favorite, leaping over things, feeling the wind in her mane. She loves being outside, and watches the forest and open fields from where she stands every day. She feels that if let outside, she could do so much more and be able to fulfill so many things.

History:

The lightning racked and she reared with a shriek of a neigh. The thunder cracked and she started bucking to get the human off of her back. He held onto the reins, screaming at her to calm down, but with one final leap and thrust of her back legs, he went flying right off and into the grass next to them. Inar didn’t even look back at her trainer and ran full throttle down the path, hooves pounding a rhythm and eyes wide with fright. A fallen log crashed in front of her and she leapt over it, landing with a thud but getting a foreleg caught in a branch. She fell with a scream as a bone curdling snap came, and she collapsed in the agony that overcame her vision. She swore that she heard howling and barking before she fell unconscious.

---

Waking up, she saw she wasn’t in her ranch any more. She was surrounded by pale figures, glowing as if they stood in the moonlight. But from what she could tell, there was no light at all. They nosed at her and nipped at her ears and shook their heads, manes flying in the air. And it seemed like every single move was in slow motion.

Inar, pelt bristling, attempted to get to her feet, but as soon as she put her leg down, she felt pain curl up and around it like the fire of a dragon. The horses laughed at her attempt, whinnies coming from their voices, only they sounded distant and pained. “Do not try and move, hybrid. We’re here to talk to you.” The horses immediately stopped and parted for a mare to come through. She was a beautiful tone of grey with silver markings draped over her body. For the first time, Inar looked around to see they all had that same scheme, though every horse’s markings were different.

“You, mare, have died. Died from a broken leg and the wild dogs in the area reaching you before your trainer. And it’s your fault. Why did the heaven’s music and lighting frighten you? It’s not going to hurt you. It can’t hurt you. But yet you run from it. Run before the rain falls and the rainbows arch across the sky and the sun breaks through the clouds once again.”

Inar looked around, puzzled.

“But, if I am dead, how come the pain in my leg is still so real?” she asked, ears cocking back in suspicion.

The lead horse smiled. Inar was stunned. She’d never seen a horse smile before. She didn’t know they could. She tried it herself but it just felt awkward and she snorted. The horses around seemed to continue to be entertained and scratched at the abyss with their hooves while neighing.

“I am the one that continued the pain. Your leg isn’t broken any more, but I figured you wouldn’t run away if you couldn’t move. No harm in telling you now, though. You’re hooked. You’re asking, ‘why am I here’ and ‘why do you all look like that’.” She trotted forward and looked Inar straight in the eyes. “We are the ancestors of the Royal herd your father belonged to. They are faster, stronger, and smarter than any other horses. You are lucky to have their blood run through your veins, and it’s a shame your mother had to be normal. You should have been born a queen! Lead our herd for years to come, but yet these humans put their reins and saddles on you and show you off. Well, no more. We, as a council, have decided to restore your life; in return, you may not go back to the humans. You must stay with the wild and lead us. You are smart and know the ways of the other animals, and that will make you a god in our eyes. So what do you say, child? Are you willing to give up that brown coat for a grey one? That blaze on your snout for our pureblood markings?”

Inar, too dazzled, wasn’t able to respond right away. She just gaped around her. She had no idea her father had been wild. She thought he had been the only other Arabian in the stables. Her mother and him were close enough. It could have been possible, but yet, here she was, being told about a race of horses she didn’t even know existed.

“I…I…” She wanted to. Leave everything behind. Forget competitions and the humans and being locked in at night. Forget being fed what they wanted to feed her and having these things on the bottom of her toes. Forget having her mane and tale pulled up and braded and tugged until they hurt. Forget the spurs and whips and being taught how to do tricks. She wanted to decide her own life. And now she knew why she had always felt that way when so many other horses were content. She was half wild. “Of course I’ll go back to my father,” she said.

The leader simply touched noses to her and then backed away. “Get up,” she instructed.

Inar pushed herself up, wearily testing her leg first but finding it right as rain, and finally getting to her feet. Then, a light sprang out of the ground and surrounded her. She bunched her muscles in preparation to buck or rear or do something to get off her, but the horses shouted at her to keep still. So she did, shivering and flicking her pelt any time something touched it or played with it. And eventually the light went away.

Shaking her head, she didn’t feel any different. Not better than any other kind of horse, but when she looked around herself, she saw to her amazement that she was gorgeous. Pelt a light grey, silver markings glowing and making her eyes twinkle. They were so simple and elegant and she had to be broken away from looking at them to speak to the lead mare. “What now?” She asked.

Then, as if the ground fell from under her, she fell straight down. Plummeting into darkness she yelped and twirled and didn’t know when the ground would come to her. She strained to look in the direction she guessed was up, but nothing of the other silvery horses remained, and instead she hit something solid with a shriek.

Head pounding and body aching, she looked around her. She was in a forest. That wasn’t anything new to her, but upon closer examination, she was where she had broken her leg jumping over the tree. She scrambled to her feet and pranced around, nervous of what was happening. She looked back to check her pelt, just as another piece of lightning and thunder hit. But this time, she felt them as something more than a fire starter and a loud noise, and neighed along with it. The rain came and poured immediately, and she basked in it, before wheeling and running away from the ranch in which she had grown up. She was going to go to the herd and become a part of them. Finally, she had something worthwhile to live for.

[[ If I get this character, I plan to turn her history into a full story and post it up to CS. ]]

Theme Songs:

Over Lionsgate City – Port Blue
Vivaldi: Concerto In D Minor For 2 Violins & Cello, Op. 3/11, RV 565, "L’Estro Armonico #11" - 1. Allegro - Florin Paul; Emil Klein: Hamburg Soloists
Homeland - Hans Zimmer
Run Free - Hans Zimmer
[in her more wild mood] Disco Pogo - Frauenarzt & Manny Marc

Favorite Things in Life:

Watching the rain, running around the pasture whilst gaining as much speed as she can muster, bucking and kicking [though she wouldn’t do it at someone, she just spontaneously will rear and such], when going out for rides being given much more freedom, listening to wolves howl in the midnight hours, watching the foals jump around the pasture and play with one another, speaking to her mom and grazing with her from time to time.

Art:

I will be drawing a picture of her when I get the time. ^^ And if I win her, she’ll have many pieces in my DA gallery [link in signature].

EDIT: Here she is ~ Hope I win so I can use her to model my full bodies, which make your eyes bleed if you look at them. xD This was an attempt at a Mustang. Fail. I know. xD

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Of course I understand! xD
Shall be PMing Lihmeth this form, though no screenshot needed, as permission is not required.

[Nawee]

I feel this week code-drop will be a pain to judge again XD

[Acaica]

Pet's ID Tag: #27
Name You'd Choose for It: Dawn Of Destiny
Gender: Male
Height: 15.3 Hands to the shoulder
Reason You Want It: I adore the design and I know I can provide a wonderful home for him ^^ If this were a real horse, he would absolutely be a dream. I would get tons if art of him and would love him forever. I would love to use him for Roleplays. I love everything about him.He would stand out of all my other characters. C:
Personality: Dawn is a curious little fellow. He would die to protect his sister and the ones he loved. Protective and understanding. He is calm but can be as wild as a bull. He has his own opinions. He can he very headstong. He cannot stay still to save his life. Hates carrots. Does not like mouth spinters.
History/Background/Other: I told this story from Dawn's point of view.
Roaming around loose in the mountains, I was a young majestic foal who didn't have a care in the world. I had A beautiful white mother and a Dapple gray father. My father doubted me and how well I would fit in, but managed. Days went by and I grew big, so big I was larger than my mother. My father was warming up to me by now. I galloped with the birds and was even faster than most. I was fearless. My father becoming more proud of me each day. My sister,prancing around all the other foals. I was never clingy to my mother like my sister. Normally, I was alone because the other foals were afraid of me and wanted nothing to do with me. That is, every foal but my sister. But I have to love her anyways.
Winter came around faster than expected, which meant less grass to eat. My sister was struggling to survive. The cold was certainly taking its toll. I was losing hope of even seeing spring. A dreadful blizzard hit the herd and made everything only get worse. By the time it was finally over, I realized that I was all alone. No other horses were in sight. This was slightly worrying for me. I was wandering through the snow, frost on my muzzle. My Markings gleamed in the sun. Birds around me the whole time. My sister slowly gaining her health. The snow now, up to my chest. I was freeezing. I felt like my bones could shrivel up and die. I was starting to feel better but not better enough.
By now the snow was almost completely melted, I was surprised by my survival. I had almost died. Looking in the distance, I saw a young mare nibbling at the stubs of the growing grass. I had just had a lift in my day. I galloped up to her and realized it was my sister. We both were completely out of our minds, galloping around like maniacs. I had thought she had died in the blizzard. I was beautiful, my long wavy fur on my heel, my markings, and my positive mood. I was so happy summer came and that I finally had finally had a friend. I was happier than ever.
I was alone now, my sister left me saying she couldn't live like this forever, so she left to find a new herd. I did not want to go with her. I wanted to stay alone. Yet, I was not sad about it. I was thriving. The mountains were a wonderful place for me. I galloped around fliidling with all the other animals. There was a new ranch nearby, known as 'M.C. Ranch' . I was a little curious about this place. They had carvings of running horses on the side of the building. They had windows everywhere with people looking out of them. There were Roping horses everywhere of all colors. I was starting to get intimidated.But, I stood my ground. The ropers came where I lived often, some with guns to shoot the lions, some with ropes in hopes to catch me. I fiddled around with the young ropers the I knew couldnt catch me. I would galloparound taking sharp turns. I was enjoying life. Nothing to worry about, really. I was strong and unstoppable, though.
Or so I thought...

There were jumpers at M.C. Ranch. I didn't care though. They were building more arenas that kept going straight into my land. Mary-Charolette, the owner of M.C ranch was determined to catch me. I was running, faster and faster, then I tripped, and got caught. The walk back seemed forever. Going by all of the deer, rabbits, and birds that all watched me walk by, Surprised that I had finally gotten caught. I was ashamed of myself. I thought that the animals thought he had betrayed them. I was the one that protected them from the preadtors. I realized my sister was watching, my head hung low in sorrow. She had mumbled something I could not hear as he was getting put into the arena. I bucked and kicked wildly, getting really hungry. I ate as much grass as I possibly could. Now I was ready to put up a fight.
The 'Humans' watched me each day. I would buck and kick in every which-way. I couldnt escape. It was oblious to me that the humans needed the pen that I was in for something called 'show season'. Each day one human after another would come and dare try to catch me. They wanted to put me into a 'stall'. I thought they would never be able to. They put a Dapple- gray gelding named Trinidad into a pen next to mine. He looked so much like my father. He had layed down and rolled around as if he handt had a care in the world. I didnt understand. Why did he seem so happy? When he should be trying to break free! I trotted up to the fence and he came too. "Why arent you trying to get out? Are you sick??" I asked concerningly. "Why break free when you can have everything you want here?" Trinidad replyed. I was shocked. What could be so good about this place? I thought. "Why? Its so wonderful out of here!" I decided to say. "Why, you get treats, food, cleaned, and grass and all you have to do is get ridden!" He said. I was disgraced. I ran around like crazy and kicked at every gate possible. I was sound asleep when M.C. (Mary Charlotte) got a halter and chain lead on me. I got up and reared and pulled, but she was strong. The chain hurt! She brought me inside and put me into one of those 'stalls'. I realized I was not doing a very good job about escaping.

I was stall-born for days, mabye even a week with nothing to do but chew on the metal bars. All the other horses in stalls stared at me as If I had a squriell on my head. M.C. was walking around and stopped at my stall, this meant no good. She hooked me up and brought me into the paddock I had been in before. She called me a 'chubby little guy' and said I needed less grain. Little did I know I was about to have the adventure of my life.
I saw so many horses galloping in my once was territory. I had no clue who in the world they were. They all turned towards the barn. I realized that it was MY herd. They were being chased by M.C. and other people. They were going to end up like me. I couldnt let that happen. They were going so fast I could just see them. I had to help. But I wondered what had even brought them here. I saw a fluffy-ish thing laying on the ground. It was a mountain lion. It must've chased them up here. In front of that herd, was my sister, galloping as fast as she could, avoiding the barn at all costs. I knew I had to help them. I remebered thoose Jumpers I saw a few weeks earlier and got a lot of courage and galloped up to the fence, jumping it. I landed hard and galloped up the hill as fast as I could. Trinidad, stood and watched, speechless. I ran in front of M.C. and the others and snarled and kicked at their horses, making them back up farther and farther. While the others galloped away I saw my sister stop while the rest of the herd ran and smiled then ran away with the herd. I had to dodge all of the ropes that were tossed at me 2 at a time. I reared and galloped off to the herd. The humans not far behind me. We ran up the side of the mountain some horses slipping on rocks and falling behind. But, quickly got up and kept going. The humans were trotting now, careful not to slip. we kept going, across the plateus. Having nowhere to turn. I galloped on and on until the humans stopped. I stopped to look back, Why did they stop? I thought. M.C. looked at me and had a grin on her face, as if she had won the fight. But I was out of the barn. What did she win? Then it hit me. Normally by now my sister would be by my side. But she was behind M.C.'s horse. She had been caught, which was not good news for me. I stomped my foot at M.C. this was another fail on my part. I was pretty much loosing this never-ending war between me and the humans. They had brought my sister back and put her in a corral with Trinidad, who would not leave her alone. I could tell she was annoyed. I went to the fence to see her each day, but I was interuppted every 3 seconds from trinidad asking about what its like to be wild. I knew Mary-Charoltte was watching me everytime I came to the fence. Young kids all crowded around the barn window like flies. Every time I went to see my sister we were a step closer to the day we were going to get her out of there.

We had our plan all thought out that day. Today, well, was a different story. M.C. decided she would get on my nerves today and try to train my sister to ride. M.C.= 3 Me=0 I was not doing a good job at all now. But I wouldnt give up. The hatler on my face was getting really annoying now, not even my sister chewing on it would help. M.C. knew just as well as I did that she could only take it off. I could tell my sister was going to put up a fight and she wasnt going down easily. But somehow, I think Trinidad had slightly convinced my sister that this place was 'good' and she was behaving for M.C. I knew that no matter how much Trinidad 'loved' this place, he wanted desperately to come back with me. I waited by the fence for what seemed forever, other horses from the herd coming to me asking whenn I was going to leave the fence, but I refused. After A painful 4 hours my sister came back and Trinidad greeted her. I was starting to get the feeling he liked her. So with M.C. watching us, my sister and I talked about breaking her free. We knawed on hte fence as much as we could each day, wearing it down. Days passed by, Summer was here faster than ever. The days were hot and sticky. I would have to swim in the pond just to avoid getting overheated. And on a day so hot that the campers were in the pond all day. We knew we were ready. We were going to break my sister out.

The day came, we were nervous, but ready. We were going to take this step by step. First, we were going to knaw on the fence so much it could break at a pebble. Then I was going to charge at the fence breaking my sister and (uggh) Trinidad out of there. We knawed on the fence so much that we had splinters in our mouth. I back up and broke the fence down and had trinidad and my sister ran. M.C. Had already had her horses ready and galloping up to me. I had reared and kicked at their horses, snarling. My sister and Trinidad ran up the the herd. M.C. orderded them to stop throwing the ropes. She smirked, but she didnt have any horses. And she didnt have anything of mine, and she didn't catch me. Why was she smiling? But it wasnt a smile of overpowering me. A smile of understanding, like she knows I won. But to me it didnt feel like I had won. It was more of a forgiveness feeling. I didnt understand. She got off of her horse and stood there. I was cautious. She started walking towrds me slowly , with her hand raised up to her chest, outstretched towards me. I backed up but realized she wasnt here to catch me. The others, still on their horses, stood there with their jaw dropped. M.C. rubbed her hand on my forehead. And took my halter off. "Your wild. And you need to stay that way. Go free. Run to your herd. Your safe from harm here. I hope to see you again, Dawn of Destiny" She said softly. I knudged her and galloped back to the herd, looking back at her. She had gotten back on her horse and watched the herd gallop away into the other side of the mountain. Every summer I come back to see her. And she comes out to see me and Trinidad. He is happy with the herd. I have a new respect for humans. And they have a new respect for me. Mary- Charlotte had brought the fields back and out of our territory. I feel like I was as a foal again, young, majestic, and without a care in the world.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Absolutely ^^

Drawings:

Credit to Spockylass for the lineart <3

Pm'd Lihmeth :3

[Coy]

Good luck Nawee with judging XD I know you'll make excellent choices for homes for the pets

[nivvin]

I feel this week code-drop will be a pain to judge again XD

Agreed XDD

Remember to add my characters to the adoptions list whenever you log in to the Agency account again

[gingertail98]

If Harmony or Watermelon don't get adopted soon I will take them back and just toss Watermelons design, but i will keep Harmony and maybe change her slightly and maybe return her in near future. as well Can you take away the rule that says you have to keep harmony's name? It doesn't really matter!

[wibeke]

I feel this week code-drop will be a pain to judge again XD

-hands Nawee a cup of coffee and a bunch of sugar-
You'll probably need these. You can divide up the work between the other agency workers though, right? Might make your job a bit easier.

[Dia.]

hmmm... I am really tempted to go for one of those lihmeth horses... but... I just payed a rose dog for a private commission and will be getting my own designs and stuff... so there is no need. Ill leave them for others. but perhaps if any are left (pfft unlikely) i will go for one

[Skylarr.]

Pet's ID Tag: 74
Name You'd Choose for It: ribbon
Gender: male
Reason You Want It: i will write stories of him because i have a great one churning in my mind he is very creative and i love his tail. he will be a well-cared for character.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.


I looked out into the blue. I was scattered wiht rich colors here in the coral reef. Life was busy out here. Trying to find other fish, find food, and stay away from the predators. Of course there are always other nessesaties, but that is what most of their minds are set on. It's hard for some of them to stay away from sharks that coast these reefs during feeding hours, but they do the best they can. This is a big reason most of us don't have many friends.

And me? Well I would love to be friendly and have actual friends, but I'm a ribbon-wolf eel, which doesn't make me too friendlt. I'm an outcast in my family. I actually try to make friends and get along with the fish, but they swim away from me because they think I'm a grumpy, rude, stereotype wolf eel. So I'm all alone because my familyhates me for who I am and other fish in the sea don't like me because of who they think I am. I'm used to being an cast away and entertaining myself. So now I like my life the way I've learned to, by myself.

(possible wip.. depends if i have time...)