I maybe be confusing the people on The Agency Account, but I have gotten home early so I'm posting this form. I'm typing the other half now. If it's not done, don't read the second half. Count the first half and second half as finished, please.

Pet's ID Tag: 27
Name You'd Choose for It:
Kinya (kin-ya)
Gender:
Female
Special Abilities:
Shape Shifting; Kemonomimi, Quad, and Human
Reason You Want It:
When I set eyes upon her, my mouth dropped open. It was one of my incredible moments when I'm so in love with something/someone, I'm paralyzed just staring at it/them. This design is so beautiful I've already started my form before the character was even put up. (Miracle for me, I'm a procrastinator!) I'm determined to finish my form this time.
History/Background/Other:
My Story
First Half
I was a damsel in distress...
But maybe that doesn't apply to me. Maybe it's because I'm only a horse. But you know, horses aren't that stupid. I mean, in Nisha, you have elves and werewolves running around like little idiots playing iBattle. Sure, you're wondering how me, a weird talking horse, knows about all your gadgets and knickknacks. Let me clarify some facts; yes, I don't live on Earth. Earth is dried up magic. Think of dead dirt. (Isn't dirt dead anyway?) Yes, I'm a talking, walking, and living horse. I'm not one of you imaginary talking ghosts. In Nisha we have real ghosts. I don't fly. I mean, if you could see me when I'm writing this, you'd know... or do you know.... stalker! I knew it! That's why your being so inquisitive!
Right, so I said I was a damsel in distress. Well... maybe I wasn't... (You say: "Aren't you going to go into a king-sized conversation about another reason your not exactly a damsel in distress? This is getting boring. Now get on with it!") Humph! Be that way. So, I was saying that I was some degree or extent of a damsel in- (You say: "Your doing it again!") Whoops, sorry! (Hehehe...) Now, don't interrupt me even if it sounds like I'm going into a lengthy debate.
This saddens me to even speak of what I have gone through, but it is needed for your generation. I was a young thing then, only in my early teens when I fell in love. I know what you're thinking; that I'm stupid to fall in love so young! But in my species, we must fall in love early-or else. I wasn't forced to, I just did. I mean, if this guy has been staring at you for four years, what are you supposed to do? It's like a trick. So what I liked him? Deal with it! You've had your childhood crushes! (You retort:"You're getting off topic again!") Look buddy, if you're going to spam this epic story up with comments, why don't you leave! Look what you've done now! Not I'm going to have a contagious mean mood! Argh!
So he and I got together and dated till we were eighteen. He was asked to join the war. I pleaded with him to stay... but he wanted to earn a name for us. He loved me, and wanted to make me happy. He believed I would be happy when he came back with enough money to support a whole family. He didn't come back.
It was devastating...
We never had that family or money, but I didn't care. All I wanted was him and me to stay together. (You say: "... That brings tears to my eyes..." Sincerely.) -I'm going to ignore that- I didn't get that. I didn't get him. The war had involved to much magic. In the battle that my friend died was the last. Too much magic had been released and it was devastating. Everyone except the wielder of that magic was killed. They found the wielder hunched over one of the warriors, crying. They had called her Sliver, and she had put the end to that war. Her hair became colorless from the amount of magic she had used. He eyes had turned purple by the time she released it. The scouts pulled her away from that warrior. They have given several different accounts when I interviewed them. (You say: "So now you're a detective?” You chuckle at your incredible wit.) Yes, I tried to figure out what really happened. The men seemed confused. The only person that could be relied on was Sliver herself. But because she was now the head of the Council, no one was able to interview her. But I was. I used my Kemonomimi form when I finally achieved my goal to interview her. These are the quiz questions:
Kinya (Me): What really happened at the battle?
Sliver: Do I have to talk about it. It saddens me to even think of it. Many innocent lives were taken that day.
Kinya (Me): *Grumbles* Like my boyfriend. Sliver, do you remember why we’re here? You must answer all and any of my questions.
Sliver: Of course I do. *Raises eyebrows* What do you take me for?
Kinya (Me): Let me ask that question again. What really happened at the battle?
Sliver: Well, Lets see what I can do for you. *sigh* The day was bright and sunny. -It seems like the best days are often the worst, correct?- When I came across the battle it had been raging for several days. I watched the tide turn during those days-
Kinya (Me): What did you eat?
Sliver: Ever heard of magic? May I continue?
Kinya (Me): Yes. *cough*
Sliver: Finally I intervened. I mean... it's hard to say in words. I didn't want to intervene. I want to help, but not end the battle. A Divine Spirit must have entered me. I had used little power, and much was stored up. With the Divine's power and mine put together, it was overpowering. It was suggested in a gentle manor to pull out my sword and go to the center of the battle. The Dive didn't force me too, merely suggested it. But suggesting it was enough, plus, I already wanted to. So I fought my way to the center. I released the power into a element of immediate death, so no one would feel anything. The Divine had suggested that too. Then the Divine left me, consoling me of what I had done. It said that it had to happen, or more lives would be lost. Then I bent over a warrior laying infront of me.
Kinya (Me): ...The witness (that are alive) have very different options of how this warrior looked. Do you know why? And what did he look like?
Sliver: They probably forgot because of the leftover magic floating around. The warrior was in Kemonomimi form, a horse. He was dapple grey and wore a blue crystal on his neck...
Kinya (Me): Do you remember if the crystal had any engravings on it?!?
Sliver: Yes, something like this:

Kinya (Me): *Eyes get teary* Do you-do you... know what happened next?
Sliver: Yes. When my tears fell on him, his chest heaved, and then he opened his eyes and looked into mine. It sent healing magic into to him, and he nodded to me. He whispered,"Find her, and tell he that I live." His voice was whispery, faint. I nodded and sobbed my heart out. Then they took me away. I visited the site the next day. I went and stood where I had released the magic. There was a slight indention at my feet. The Kemonomimi had lived and left. I've been searching for her... but no one has known of the crystal...
Kinya (Me): *sobs and throws arms around Sliver* He was mine! I'm "her"! He's alive!
Sliver: *pats* Kinya's back* It's okay you've found him. One minute. Stay here. *Sliver tears herself away from Kinya* Stay. *She exits room for a little bit and brings back a Kemonomimi*
Kinya (Me): Jezah! Your okay!
Sliver: *Turns away. After a couple of seconds, coughs*
Kinya (Me): Sorry.... *Stares into Jezah's eyes*
Jezah: Sorry... I'm so happy...
Ahem... are you okay? (You say:"Go look in a mirror!" You rub the tears out of your eyes.) But that's not the end. I have more. Much more....
Second Half
Now, I guess you can say I'm a detective. I mean, now I'm employed to find people who are lost in the war. I've also have had a couple to the frantic mothers run to me to find there kids. And their kids are sitting on their doorstep. But back to the subject –you see? I am getting better at this!-. It’s pretty gruesome, as sometimes I’ll find myself grave digging. But recently, I got tangled up into an even bigger mess.
I was sitting in my office, flipping through some pages that belong to someone other than me, when a blue haired youth walked in. I had bad feelings just looking at him. You could tell he was a dark elf by the shadows under his eyes, and the shifting shadow the followed him. His eyes were read rimmed and shifty. I would have normally stood up and commanded the person to walk back out, pointing to the CLOSED sign on the window. But this one gave me the jeevies. I merely stood and pointed to the CLOSED sign on the door. But he walked over and sat down onto the chair next to me and beckoned for me to sit down. I stood, and opened my mouth to shout at him to get out. Before I could, he stuck his hand into him bag and moved it around. The bitter aroma of spell packets from the mountains rose from the bag, and I adbuply realized I really should listen to what this kid has to say, and do it as fast as I can. So I sat down.
“What do you want?” I asked him sharply.
His voice came out in a miss-used rasp, “I want you to find some one.”
“Who?” My temper was rising, and a dangerous edge some how wormed it’s way into my voice.
“Take the edge out of your voice.” His voice came out in a hiss, “I may look young, but I am old as your dear Sliver…” I shifted in my seat. If what he was saying true…then he was the…no, he couldn’t be.
“Your thoughts are true” he leaned in closer and I could smell the rank of his very skin,”I only tell you this so I do not need to used my packets. His hand reached back into the bag he carried, and he grinned unconsciously. I felt like I would barf. (But of course I can’t, I’m a horse!)
“I need a favor. Find this person, and I will never bother you or your family again. I looked down, staring at the picture, my eyes widened as I realized who it was. I looked up to protest, but he was gone.
I was in total chaos after that. Should I find Sliver? How could I? I knew the answer to the second question; I couldn’t. She had been locked into one of the tall oaks by another Dark Elf, Scarlet. Scarlet had escaped, and no one knew where the tree was. So, I thought, should I go around knocking on oaks and wait for a knock back? So I tried it to no avail. But I used other resources. I didn’t find the tree, but the forest. And then he visited me again.
“Have you found her?” The voice hissed out of no where, as he had shadow traveled. I jumped a couple feet in the air. Then I gave in and told him where she was.
“Ezra Forest, the North Side. I do not know the tree. It was a blue oak, with gnarled branches."
"That's it?" His voice took on a soothing, but unseating tone.
"Yes."
"Really..." He abruptly pulled out a large blue stone.
"What is tha-" I started a question, but the line dropped off as I gazed at the stone.
"Anything else?" He asked. My mind worked franticly, trying to hold off the spell.
"No." I said it. It was the truth. But I still didn't want to give in. But I had. Then he fled back into the shadows.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
The pm from Limith. Just in case. ^-^