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[Solanum]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 2

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Name: Ayla

Species: Casmera Smili

Personality:
Ayla is young, but not as playful as most Smilis, her troubled childhood made her old beyond her years She does still love to play as if she’s making up for her lack of playing during cub-hood. She grew up thinking she was an invisible, worthless cub, and therefore has little self-worth. She is shy, often hides away from the others, and pleasant, loving to just sit and talk for hours. Secluded and lonely, she never did learn to playfight when younger, and now even the hint of violence sends her into a panic. On the other hand, she can get angry very quickly. She’s quick to learn and quite fleet of foot, though, like most Smilis, cannot run very far. She loves girl-cubs but, apart from herself, has never really been around them much. She doesn’t talk much, preferring to stay the quiet one in the corner, but wished that others wouldn’t tease her and the other Smilis who are slightly different.
They are excluded from everything but the boring jobs, and Ayla wishes she could be one of the hunters.
All you have to be is good at hunting.
And in Ayla’s case, she hunts very well.

Likes: The joy of the hunt, the adrenaline rush makes her happy, her best friend Deegie, sunlight, the desert/plains where she used to live, it was always calm, trees, hunting, eating, owls, other ‘different’ Smilis, peace and calmness, being free.

Dislikes: Cannot stand violence to other Smilis and fighting, it terrifies her and reminds her of the loss of Rush. She doesn’t like male cubs, they remind her of Dalan, hates water in any forms, dislike the forest, it’s too dark and crowded, hates the whole teasing thing about her markings. Doesn’t approve of fighting amongst yourselves, thinks it silly. Really hates Dalan, and quails.
Background:

I am lost… Alone… but I am always lost and alone, always living in the dark, though my home is in the sun. Always wandering, always bound.
But one day I will be free. One day.

I am Ayla. Who will accept me?

Ayla’s mother and father were Casmera Smili, living deep in the forest of the Philippines.
Her mother was a beautiful but cruel blue-black Smili called Deep, and her father, a kind deep brown called Swamp.

Deep was pregnant and living in a roughly made burrow in a dried up riverbed when the floods came. It had been a period of drought and famine, and suddenly it burst.
The river began to fill again and swept Deep from her burrow, away on the roiling tide of murky water. As she was swept away she saw Swamp returning from his hunt.
The male screamed for his mate and plunged in after her, but he couldn’t swim any more than she could, and he disappeared under. Fitting, in a way, that the water that had taken his mate should also take his life.

Deep herself was desperately struggling to escape the current, her heavy fur weighing her down and dragging her under. She roared in frustration and tried once more to get free, but to no avail. She fell unconscious and was dragged downriver with the tide.

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Deep’s body was carried downstream by the strong river current, and eventually washed onto the shores of a place very unlike home. She lay still on the sandy bank, then suddenly, miraculously, her eyes flickered open and she coughed, emptying her lungs of the dirty water. Looking around in horror, and wonder, Deep got to her feet.

She had been incredibly lucky to survive the floods, but now she was really stuck.

Somehow she had been washed up onto the shores of… A desert?

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2 weeks passed, and Deep had pretty much adapted to hunting on the area of land she thought of as a desert, but was more like the plains. She hunted at night, as her dark coat was not suited to the harsh heat of the plains during the day.
She grieved for her mate, though his body did not wash up on the shore, and her sooty owl guardian, Colai, who had not been there when the floods came, and was therefore unable to follow her lifelong friend.

She lived simply, and over time she became less cold and cruel, and longed for someone to interact with, so when her time came, she was ready.
It was a difficult birth, but a worthwhile one, and Deep was soon the proud mother of two young cubs, a male and a female.

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When the cubs were 6 weeks old, as they began to walk, they began to get their true colouring, and markings, and by 8 weeks their pelt colours and markings had fully developed. Deep noticed that, far from the blacks/browns/blues associated with their sub-species, both cubs had inherited their colouring from their new surroundings.
She doted on the male; a handsome cream Smili with tan markings like leopard spots on his lower legs, and a mask shaped like a clover framing his electric blue eyes, and named him Dalan, but when it came to the younger cub, the little female, Deep was horrified.

Sure; the young cub was an amazing beautiful and unusual shade of calico-yellow/orange, with ivory coloured paws, underbelly and areas of her tail and muzzle, but the area around the cub’s startlingly greeny-yellow eyes was nearly blank, apart from some faint orange markings coming from the outer corners of her eyes, and that was a serious defect in a Smili.

As well as barely visible facial markings, the cub’s body markings, orange stripes, were faint as well, but that didn’t matter as much.

Deep despaired over the faint markings of the cub she’d named Ayla,, knowing that she would have a hard life, and possibly not find a mate, so focused her attentions on Dalan, Ayla upset her too much.

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Growing up as the ‘invisible’ cub in the family was hard on Ayla, who was very friendly and curious, but after several cases of her mother ignoring her in favour of Dalan, not only did Ayla begin to teach herself to be invisible, stay out of the way and bother no-one, but she also began to dislike Dalan, and indeed, Deep.

The favouritism continued throughout her cubhood, and slowly Ayla became more and more secluded and lonely. Her bubbly, friendly personality was longing to be let out from behind the façade that was her hard and cold ‘invisible’ cub personality, but there were no other Smili around, which was probably a good thing as Ayla would have been a bully magnet for other cubs.

One day, Dalan came back to the den with a friend, a small but colourful quail which had ‘chosen’ him. Dalan named it Cal, and it was his constant companion. Deep allowed the friendship, recognising the signs and realising that the small quail was her precious son’s guardian.
Still no bird chose Ayla.

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When the cubs were 6 years old, Deep began to encourage them to leave her den and go their own way, eventually throwing them out and leaving them to hunt for themselves.
Caring was not her strong point.
Ayla, who loved hunting, went out hunting immediately, and hadn’t gone far when she saw a small, peculiar sand-coloured bird sitting on the ground, apparently asleep.
She pounced at it, snarling, but the bird, a young elf owl, vanished from between her paws!

Startled, the young Smili leapt back, yowling in surprise and frustration, and looked at the ground, wondering where the small fluffy bird had gone. It soon became apparent that the elf owl had hidden in a hole.

Ayla thought about staking it out, but soon became bored and walked off to lay in the shade, where she closed her eyes.

The sand coloured elf owl flew over and sat on her back, and she flicked her long tail at it, but it didn’t fly off. Opening her eyes and turning her head to look at the confused looking owl, she stared at it.

The bird’s eyes met hers, and she knew she was ‘chosen.’

After returning to her hastily made den with the small bird, whom she had decided to call Deegie, fluttering beside her, and stared up at the skies, wondering…

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4 years later, Ayla was fully grown, as was Deegie, and wanting to see more of the world.
She’d never met any, non-family, Smilis, and was very excited at the prospect of finding a mate.

And so, on the anniversary of the day her father was lost to the river, 6 weeks before her 11th birthday, Ayla went and saw Dalan and Deep [and Cal] for the last time, then the pale-marked Smili and the sand-coloured elf owl set out to return to the forest.

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The Current story:

Ayla plodded through the thick mud, wondering if she’d ever reach this ‘forest’ place she was looking for. Just ahead, Deegie was flying occasionally hooting back to Ayla,
“Just a little bit further!”
You’ve been saying that for 3 hours. Ayla thought, rolling her eyes. This better be close, I hate mud.

Finally, Deegie was right, it was just ahead, and Ayla and her companion raced into the trees, so relieved to finally be out of the sun that they didn’t see the tall dark brown Smili ahead until they crashed into him.

The male snarled and knocked Ayla to the ground, holding her down with one paw.
“What are you doing here, jungle scum?”
Ayla shrieked out in fear and twisted desperately, trying to escape. Jungle? He thought she was Jungle? It must be her eyes, the green-yellow eyes of a Jungle Smili.
No! No! I’m not Jungle! Please don’t hurt me, I’m not Jungle, I’m Casmera, my mother, Deep, she was Casmera!!”
She screamed, petrified with fear, she had never been in a predicament like this before.
The male recoiled as if struck. “Deep?” He choked, looking at her curiously, but he obviously didn’t believe her. “Right then Casmera, where’s your friend?”
“Over there…” Ayla sobbed. “Deegie, come out, please Deegie.”
A furious Deegie shot out of the tree and attacked the male Smili, shrieking in her shrill language. “How dare you? HOW DARE YOU?!” The angry owl screeched.
The male ducked and covered his head with his paws, releasing Ayla, who scrambled to her feet, and gestured for Deegie to follow.
“Okay, okay Daughter of Deep, I believe you, call your bird off!” The male said, looking up as the bird sped off.
Ayla was gone.

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She had leapt into the trees, swinging and running along branched, almost paralysed with fear, but unable to stop running. She couldn’t see Deegie, where was she? Was she okay?
Finally she collapsed, falling to the ground from a low tree, completely exhausted and still shaking.
Deegie flew hard and fast, but the male kept her in sight somehow, puffing and panting as he jogged after the swift bird. He was not made for running. He decided, and turned back, just metres from where Ayla was sleeping.

The little bird had known she was being followed, but thought nothing of it, she knew the male would turn back. No, it was Ayla she worried for, having not grown up with other Smili, Ayla never did play-fight, and even the smallest hint of violence seemed to upset her greatly. The owl flew faster, determined to find Ayla, and nearly overshot the place she was sleeping, but flared her wings and settled down beside her.

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The meeting with the Smili had shocked Ayla and left her very nervous, but she still wanted to continue on, so her and Deegie slipped further into the forest.

There were several more meetings like the one with the male Smili, but Deegie always attacked the other Smili, giving Ayla time to escape. It was making Ayla very twitchy, almost paranoid, she felt like she was being watched constantly, but, as they say, every paranoid is right at least once in their life.

She felt it when walking through the forest, slipping between trees silently, like an orange ghost, a very strong feeling she was being watched, and she instantly looked up at Deegie to make sure she was still hovering overhead, then around.
Standing, almost hidden in the shadows of the trees, was the brown male.

Ayla froze, one paw off the ground, though she knew he’d seen her.
“You know you’re pretty conspicuous with that lovely coat of yours.” He smiled, approaching. Ayla hissed and crouched, glaring venomously at him.
He stopped. “Sorry, I guess I should explain. I needed to follow you, because you said you’re Deep’s daughter, but you don’t look anything like her because Deep is-“
Ayla cut him off. “Blue-black, I know. How do you know my mother?”
“I don’t.” The brown male sighed. “But I know your father.”

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“My father?” Ayla hissed, certain the stranger was lying now. “He’s dead. Drowned.”
“No, Deep was the one who drowned.” He frowned.
Ayla rolled her eyes. “What am I, a ghost?”
“But I assumed… I thought you were from a previous litter!”
“Do I look older than 14?”
“No but… How?”
“Take me to my father and I’ll tell you.”
“Fine.” The male sighed. “By the way, my name is Bulrushes, but everyone calls me Rush. May I inquire after your name? And do you have any siblings?”
“Ayla.” Ayla parted with the piece of information unwillingly. “And my brother’s name is Dalan.”
“Ayla… Pretty name for a pretty female.” Rush smiled. “And who’s your friend, and has your brother been ‘chosen’ yet?”
Full of questions, isn’t he. Ayla thought, with a mental eye-roll. “The owl is Deegie, but you already knew that, and yes, my brother has been chosen, by a Gambel’s quail called Cal.” She replied. “Can we move now?”
“A quail?” Rush sounded amused, but he led the way down a faint path of falttened grass, to a large area outside a cave, full of Smilis.
“hey Rush!” Several cubs called. “Who’s the weirdo?”
“Boys!!!” Rush yelled, sounding horrorstruck. “Where are your manners?”
“Manners don’t apply when talking to Pale-Faces, they aren’t even proper Smilis!”
Ayla turned her head to the side to hide the fact that she was crying, what the cubs had said had really stung. Rush pulled her on hastily, towards the cave, but muttered in her ear. “I’m sorry about that, I don’t know what’s got into them.”
“I do.” Ayla said bitterly, “They’re boys.”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with boys!” Rush laughed.
Ayla said nothing, and Rush skipped the subject.
“Here we are.” He announced grandly, before peering inside the massive cave Ayla had seen as they entered the clearing. “Swamp? There’s someone to see you!”
“Enter.” A tired voice called, and as the two walked in, Ayla saw her father for the first time, an old-looking dark brown who was lying on a slab of stone at the back of the cave.
“Hello Rush, who’s this? He frowned, looking very similar to Bulrushes.
“This is Ayla.” Rush stuttered, looking frightened, or maybe embarrassed, or maybe both. “She’s Deep’s daughter.”

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“Rubbish!” The old Smili snorted. “Deep’s dead! She drowned.”
“So did you.” Ayla muttered, scared.
“No, Deep was swept downstream, my friend fished me out.” Swamp snorted, gesturing to a sea eagle sitting beside him.
No wonder Rush had scoffed at the quail.
“And anyway, one as noble as Deep would not have given birth to a pale-face.”
Ayla gasped at her father’s words, then turned and ran, sobbing, from the cave.
“See Rush?” Swamp said, looking pleased with himself. “I soon found [b[her[/b] out. Deep’s daughter indeed, she’s obviously a Pale-face Jungle Smili who wants attention.”
Rush was fuming.“You STUPID idiot!” He roared, storming out of the cave and expecting that Ayla was long gone. Instead, he heard a quiet scared voice. “Rush?”
He gasped as he saw several angry looking warriors approaching Ayla, who was backing into a large boulder. “No!” He yelled, running towards them, but the head warrior just smiled. “Don’t worry Rush, it’s just some pale-faced Jungle scum.”
Ayla whimpered, she looked absolutely petrified.
As the warrior lunged, Rush threw himself between the warrior and Ayla.

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“RUSH!!!!!” Ayla screamed, as Rush fell to the ground, “RUSH! Oh please, NO!” She crouched next to him, crying. “Rush, please be okay! I’ll help you, I promise!”
Deegie pulled at her mane. “Ayla, you can’t help him now.”
Ayla didn’t want to leave, but the warriors were beginning to get over their horror, and she had to run, and so, still crying, Ayla fled from a place that could have been home, and the body of the one she had began to love.

Would she ever find home?

A picture you drew: Not great, but no time.

I would like to apologize for any tense/grammar mistakes, this is my first time writing in this kind of style and I may have missed bits.

Since I might not going to be here when you put the donations up, but still want to try for Ayla, [orange smili] would it be okay if I pm'ed the finished form to a friend, then they add the kennel no., then quote-post it up?

As long as you write all of the form yourself and the friend is only posting it (no alterations, nothing, just copy and pasting) that's fine. Note that I gave you the okay and your situations somewhere in there so people don't go "waaaait wth"

I give Charbified permission to post this in my place, the whole thing has been written and drawn by me, and only me.

[Moondancer]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 24
Picture:
Name: Alistar
Species: Genetically modified timber wolf
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
A picture you drew:

For location purposes: Huzzah!

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Withdrawing from the competition. Real life got in the way and there's no way I'm going to complete this in time.

[Solanum]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
3

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Name:
Canowicakte
Meaning:
Forest Hunter in Sioux
Gender:
Male
Age:
11 years (Only matured a year ago)
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Species:
Smili
Sub Species:
Jungle Smili
Link to Information on Sub-species
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Height (To shoulder):
1.19m
Weight:
198kg
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Current home:
The island of Borneo
General Location:
He lives in the Borneo mountain rainforests. They lie in the central highlands of the island, above the 1,000 metres (3,300 ft) elevation.
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Family (Ones used in this):
Mother
Chepi (Fairy in Algonquin)
Father
Hinto (Blue in Dakota) [Deceased - Poison]
Brother
Chaska (First son born in Sioux) [Deceased – Fight with another Smili at the age of 10 and 2 months]
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Travelling companion – Mini Fact file:
Name
Lomashi (Pretty Flower)
Species
Bornean Clouded Leopard
Gender
Female
Height (To shoulder)
28 inches
Weight
20kg
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Personality:
He is strong willed, determined and patient. Once he has his mind set on something, he will go out of his way to get it done, no matter what it is. He always speaks the truth, and is not afraid of what others might think of him.
Normally he is generous and helpful, trying to help out those less fortunate than he is. But if anyone tries to take advantage of that fact, he changes very quickly into something you wouldn't want to mess with.
He is calm and quite intelligent, although he doesn't really show it very much. He would much rather just follow others than take charge and make the decisions himself. Although he is very capable of coming up with better ones.
If you have befriended him, he is easier to be with. He is a loyal, fierce friend, and would do anything for any of them. He is kind, caring and understanding, easy to talk to and a good listener. No matter what others say about him, he carries on as normal, he doesn't care what others say. He is himself, nothing will change that.
But if you don't properly know him, he could be anything from cautious and reserved to aggressive and vicious. All depending on what mood you caught him at, and how you communicate with him, body language and out loud.
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Likes:
Climbing (Of any sorts)
His claws are curved back ever so slightly, allowing him to climb easily than other Smili, so he can climb up rock a lot easier. He loves to feel high up, and to feel the wind through his mane. It is so open and airy, he finds it a good way to escape the world below for a little while. It gives him some time alone, and still keeps him fit and healthy.
Birds
He has always dreamed of being able to fly, like the birds, but he is stuck on the ground. He is quite jealous of their amazing plumage, grace and their way of staying beautiful but deadly at the same time. He loves sitting and watching them, even if they aren't doing anything important. It makes him feel strong and happy, seeing just how fragile they are, how simple their lives are compared to most other creatures.
Drawing
Although he isn't very good at it, he enjoys drawing. It doesn't matter where it is, or what it is, he loves it all. On warm days, when the sun is shining, he can often be seen scratching markings, patterns and abstract designs into whatever he can find. His den is filled with many different patterns in whatever colours he could make from the plants, rocks and deposits around him. His favourite to use is a red chalky powder named Red Ochre.
Company
As much as he tries to deny it, he loves having some sort of company with him at all times. He loves nothing more than to just goof off, talk or just hang around with others. He finds that if he stays on his own for too long, which compared to other Smili isn't very long at all, his personality begins to change into something completely different, and not very pleasant.
The seasons in the rainforest
In his rainforest home, there are two seasons, the wet and the dry. He enjoys both of these as they are both different but nice in their own way.
Usually his home has a tropical climate; warm weather, sun and plenty of shade so you can actually enjoy it. He just adores to lie near a gap in the canopy and sun-bathe. His coat soaks in much of the sun's rays, due to it's darker colour, so he could not lie directly under the sun for fear of burning. But he is content with lying next to the gap, feeling the warmth but not risking getting burnt.
As well as warm weather, he also likes the rain. It is cool and calming although it can get a bit annoying when it pours down in a heavy shower. He loves to watch how the light is refracted in the tiny droplets, casting an almost unseen spectrum. It is very beautiful.
He loves to feel wet, although not too wet so that his fur feels saturated. As he is a jungle Smili, he has a shorter, more useful coat for the large amount of rain, allowing his skin some more protection than a normal Smili would have.
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Dislikes:
Violence (Certain type)
He really hates war and all fighting without a purpose. He believes that it is just an act of cowardice, fighting others without a reasonable cause. He is not against all violence, as some might think, but only fighting that is unnecessary. Blood should not be shed without a life threatening reason, such as to eat or survive yourself.
If he saw something harming something else just for the sake of it, or for the enjoyment, he would soon set them straight, whether it had anything to do with him or not. He is not one to just overlook these types of things.
He is extremely protective over friends and family, even if they became distant from them. No matter how much they had hurt him, or deserved whatever was happening to them, he wouldn't allow it to happen. They would have been punished for their actions already, there was no need for further violence.
Most insects
Apart from some that he believes actually have purposes, like butterflies and bees, he hates all insects. It doesn't matter what they were doing before, every time he goes anywhere near any of them, they find a way to pester him. Flies buzz around his face, distracting him from what he was doing before, sometimes making hazardous consequences, for example if he was climbing.
Wasps sting him for no apparent reason, and although he doesn't feel it very much in most places due to his fur, in places with more sensitive skin, it stings quite a bit.
He thinks that all mosquitoes should be exterminated. He doesn't believe that they have any purpose in life, except to make other's lives a misery. They are constantly biting him, causing his skin to itch and swell which is very uncomfortable, not to mention frustrating.
But those that get on his nerves the most are fleas and ticks. He is proud of his appearance, and likes to look and act his best at all times, which is very hard to do when you are itching and scratching yourself because of parasites. Although he is normally a calm, pleasant Smili, in the case of insects, he changes completely.
Humans
Canowicakte has watched humans from afar for many years. He finds it disgusting how they are ruining the planet and destroy it's natural beauty. As a cub, when he asked his mother about humans, she told him just how many animals are threatened because of them. He was shocked.
Their metal machines (cars) breathe out horrible smoke that sting his eyes and cling to his fur, causing him to be smelt from miles away by other animals. They also scare the wildlife away, making prey scarce and life even harder than it is already.
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Background:
It was a late winter evening, the sun just starting to disappear behind the hills, casting an orange glow on the rainforest. The denseness of the forest blocked out what little breeze there was.
A pair of feral Smili ran through the undergrowth, growling as their pale pelts snagged on branches. As they stepped into a small clearing, they shook their pelts free of all the island's flora that had gotten attached to them as they ran, looked at each other and continued on but at a slower pace this time. They needed to find suitable shelter for the night, after dark it was dangerous. They travelled on, the blanket of night falling hard and fast. With no sign of any shelter, Hinto sat Chepi under a small tree with large leaves, licked her cheek and with a smile, ran off. “I'll be back in a minute.”
Chepi waited for him. The sun had set already, where was he, she had been waiting at least two hours now. He couldn't have taken this long... She looked around and with a growl, got to her paws again and walked off into the direction he had gone. Her eyes went wide with shock as she saw what had happened to him. Without knowing, he had stepped into a nest belonging to a Russell's Viper... The irritated snake had bitten him several times, the poison spreading quickly through his body.
She clutched his paw, dragging him further away from the snakes than he had already dragged himself. She licked his face, whining.
He opened his eyes and smiled weakly at her but he couldn't do anything, the poison was already in his blood stream. He put his paw on hers and sighed. “Chepi, I will always be here for you. Watching over you and the cubs from afar. Remember that.” He closed his eyes and breathed his last breath. He was dead.
Chepi screamed out in grief as she buried her face in his fur. Why did this have to happen so close to their cub's birth? They would have to grow up not knowing their father... It started to rain, masking the tears that were flooding down her face. This was the worst day of Chepi's life, no doubt about it.
She was forced to leave her dead mate's body, to go find some shelter. She found a small crevice in the side of a large boulder and clambered into it. It was a bit of a squeeze but she managed to get herself comfortable and to sleep, although she was plagued with nightmares of Hinto's death.

Only days later, Chepi gave birth to two beautiful cubs, both male. After watching them for a little bit, she gave them their names. The eldest would be called Chaska and the other Canowicakte.
The two males soon developed very distinctive personalities, the complete opposite to each other. Chaska always wanted to play-fight with his younger brother, whereas Canowicakte wanted to stay close to his mother and watch things, or draw in the earth beneath him. It was hard to believe they were related... But Canowicakte had picked up personality traits mainly from their mother, and Chaska mainly from their father although they both had a mix of both, and some from neither.

The two cubs didn't have much time to stay cubs, they were forced to grow up quickly. They lived in a harsh, merciless environment, they had to know how to protect themselves from the dangers lurking around every corner. Chepi was making sure they were prepared for everything possible for that area, and many other things that weren't. Having lost her mate, she was extra protective of her cubs, making sure nothing harmed them until the day that she would have to let them go, then they would have to protect themselves... She dreaded that day, but it would have to come. Some day.

Chepi found it hard to keep all of them alive, without her mate's help. She couldn't leave the cubs alone as they were too vulnerable, so she couldn't go and hunt to feed herself. She was faced with a tough decision, hunt and keep herself alive but risk losing the cubs or stay with them and risk dying herself, probably followed by the deaths of her cubs. So she hid them as well as she could and went hunting.
She climbed up a tree, using her tail to hang from a branch. There she waited until something walked past. She prepared to unwrap her tail from the branch as the muntjac cautiously stepped towards her, little did it know of the threat hanging above it's head. She unwrapped her tail from the branch and dive-bombed the muntjac, biting deep into it's windpipe, starving it of air. It died quickly, leaving her to drag it back to the cubs' hiding place.

The day Chepi had feared for so long came so fast, leaving her with little time to react. She didn't want her two little boys to leave her, not quite yet, but they had to choose their own lives.
Chaska left first, travelling far from home on his quest for a mate and a new group to join, never to come back. That was the last Chepi ever saw him...
Canowicakte left soon after, staying with his mother just a little bit longer then setting off. He took one last look back at his tearful mother and bounded off, grinning.
“I'll be back. I promise!”
“Good bye my son...” Chepi wiped the tears from her eyes and watched as he disappeared from sight.
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Canowicakte slowed as the sun rose in the east. He turned his head to watch it, smiling in anticipation. This would be his first day without his mother.
Chepi had raised him well, he was a fine young Smili; A good hunter with a strong body and mind.
He travelled further than he expected from his birthplace, forgetting about seeing his mother again in the future, his excitement swallowed everything else up.

On his travels, he met a young, abandoned clouded leopard cub. Because of his caring nature, he decided to raise it. Because of the beautiful pattern on the crown of her head, he named her Lomashi, Pretty Flower.
She grew up quickly, soon able to travel alongside Canowicakte instead of always being carried. Not that he actually cared whether he was carrying her or not, because to him she was almost too light to even feel on his back.
They helped each other out, talking to one another, fetching food, and taking turns to stay awake and watch for danger during the nights. They made quite a pair indeed...

As Fall arrived, his mane changing to a darker brown, and his facial markings becoming more eye-catching. He started catching more prey than usual, using his mother's technique to catch the larger variety. He left it outside another Smili's nest, then sat and waited a bit before returning to Lomashi, his attempt at gaining the female Smili's attention had failed. He tried again the next day, and the day after. But she wasn't taking any notice of him.
He started becoming distant from Lomashi, she did not like that... She confronted him the next morning, hissing and spitting at him until he understood what she was saying. She didn't like the thought of some other smili stealing her friend away from her... Then who would protect her, keep her company, make her laugh?
Canowicakte saw sense and gave up on the other Smili, deciding that he would wait until he was slightly older... He still had many years to go, he could do so much in that time.
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A picture you drew:
It is a bit large...
My scanner messed up the colouring a bit...

[Lirrie]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 2

Picture:



Name: Santeria

Species: Dessert Smili / Mountain Smili (Premission at the bottom)


Personality:

At first glance she may appear aloof or disjoined from the world, because of her appearance and actions she peforms, but she is actually very alert and focused. She also may appear to be less intelligent than she really is, and most Smili won't take her seriously, but she in fact is very intelligent. As a mountain/desert Smili, her demeanor differs from that of a normal mountain or desert dwelling Smili in the fact that she would normally be very fleet of foot in the mountains, gracefully hopping from one rock to the other or balancing on steep passes, she also carries herself like that in the desert.

Her pale markings cause male Smilis to avoid her. She has given up on ever finding her perfect mate and does not see her own potential as a mother.

She has no clan nor does she feel the urge to join one, she by nature is a loner and enjoys the freedom she gains by not having one. She does notice some Smili choose to live in a clan and knows it is safer, but she likes the life she lives and chooses to keep living it that way.

Though she is a loner she has a small bird pet, an elf owl, who she calls Pleep. The bird has bonded with her over the time they have been together since she accidental caught him instead of a meal, and can either be found perched on her shoulder or flying over her head. The only time Pleep leaves her is when she is leaving for the mountains. It's not know where the bird goes at these times, but it always returns.

Santeria takes to the mountain tops in mid spring and will only return to the desert in late summer and early fall. While up on the mountain she enjoys a fresh assortment of prey that you cannot find in the desert.

She has a passion for collecting small shiny stones and sharp bones but often if she loses interest in them she will leave them behind. She doesn't keep much because she travels a lot and that doesn't leave much room for material possessions, though she does have Pleep who could carry a few very small stones for her.

Her favorite sleeping place is on the ground or on the top of a rock while she is in the desert and while she is on the mountain she usually sleeps in small crags she finds in the cliffs.

She really dislikes getting wet so you'll never catch this Smili fishing and when it rains you may find her huddled under a stone or in a cave away from the storm and its wetness.

She communicates through body language, growls, and the high-pitch shreik that cougars have as a roar. because when she was very young her mother died and after that she was found and raised by a slightly demented cougar who had just lost her only cub and was unable to have anymore and never learned how to speak to other Smilis.

Likes:

She has only a few significant likes: freedom, Pleep her bird companion, collecting rocks and bones and hunting and trapping dessert and mountain animals.

Pleep is a small elf owl that she captured but then had no will to eat. At first, she just kept him as a pet, but over time they bonded and became friends and companions. Now Pleep travels with her unless she is going to the mountains

Santeria loves to travel and goes where she wants to when she wants to because she is free. She loves her freedom and doesn't see why some want to be tied down by clans. She has no ties to family or clans because her only family died when she was young so she can't really see their views.

She loves to hunt and when she isn't collecting or traveling you can probably find her hunting . Her favorite is technique is ambush and although it isnt often successful she does have her moments of victory, where the animal didn't see her about to leap.

Dislikes:

Her dislikes are simple but they are her's alone. She hates water, dislikes the thought of being in a clan.

For water this an instinctual dislike, she has an inherited fear of mold and molding sicknesses that makes her abhors water. She usually can be found huddled under a rock with Pleep during rain storm and she doesn't ever fish. The only time she goes near water is to drink.

She dislikes the thought of being in clans because she wasn't brought up in one. She has only recently found out about clans. She has no desire to join one however.

Weaknesses:

Her main weakness is that she wasn't brought up as a normal Smili so she has no knowledge of the basics such as hunting techniqes, trapping, communication.

BackGround:

I was born in the mountains, my mum was a common smili and my dad was a dessert smili. These two had met under unusual circumstance and hit it off well. I was the result of this unusual pairing. I was neither mountain nor desert Smili but a combination of the two. As such I fit in both places. Almost as soon as I was opening my eyes, it seemed, my father was leaving us.

Mom told me he was headed back to his home in the dessert and that I'd probally never see him again. I was convinced though that one day I would find him and I promised I'd never give up that dream, Id find him one day if I had to travel all the desserts of Europe, Asia and Africa to do it.

I never expected to loose my mother so young, but then alot of things happened that I didn't expect. She always seemed so graceful and lithe that when she stumbled over the rocks on the mountain path I never expected her to fall over, but she did and my world turned up side down. When she fell so did my hopes because I could never survive without her. "Mooooooooommy!" I screamed and hurtled over to where she had fallen.

I wish I had never looked down because that image will forever be engraved in my mind. My strong, powerful mother lying motionlessness below me. Her body broken, twisted in the fall. I backed away shaking my head no, I didn't want to believe it but it was true. My mother was dead and I was an orfan, sure to die out here. My mom had not had a clan or if she did she never told me about them, that might have been where she was leading me.

I started plodding along, not sure where I was going, my head and tail drooped in greif at my loss. Tears ran down my face, then I collapsed no longer able to hold myself up. I stayed there for awhile, not moving, my greif was all to much for my small body to handle. When I heard the thunder I looked up terrified, no matter how greif stricken I was I still had to find shelter.

I looked to my left and saw a small cave, crawling into it I curled into the smallest ball I possibly could. I did not know what fate had in store for me but I knew I was alone, cold, tired and hungry and my mother was dead. I'd greive tommorow but tonight I would sleep.

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A female cougar, deep in grief over her lost cub, stummbles down the path heading for her den and shelter. Her fur glints in the moonlight now that the rain has stopped. She stumbles to a halt, scenting the air with her tough hanging out so her sensory glands can help. Their is the smell of death on the air and another strange scent but she chose to ignore it. She stopped by the entrance, again smelling the strange scent, more this time then before.

Growling, she looks into the den, expecting to see an intruder she is surprised to see a little ball of fur curled up inside. "My cub! She's not dead after all!" she rushes inside and sniffed 'her cub' over. She smells weird but the couger doesn't care, she begins washing her, not stopping until she is sure she is clean. Once she is the cougar sighs in content and lays her head on her paws. 'I'm glad she really wasn't dead.' is her last thought before she falls asleep content that her cub was alive.

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When I awoke, it had stopped raining and a warm body was pressed against me. "Mommy?" I thought aloud before shaking my head. My mother had died yesterday I remembered then I completely opened my eyes. When I saw her I pressed myself as far against the wall as I could, which wasn't far considering I was a bit big now, my eyes wide. The cat stared at me for a minute then let out a purr. I didnt know what she was but I knew she was a bit bigger then my mother had been.

She didn't appear to be threatening though, so I calmed a bit until she got up. Terrified I pressed myself back against the wall, growling abit under my breath. She grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and I yelped in terror, she in turn gave me a quick shake and I quited. Right now there was nothing I could do, and besides she was my best chance for survival now. As she carried me out of the cave, I stared at the place my real mother had died, tears seeped down my face as I let myself greive for the first time since her death.

I didn't know where this cat was taking me, but I knew that for now I was safe. Fate had decided to intervene and maybe just maybe I still had a chance.

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I lived with the cat for a month, slowly forgetting my own language, but I have adapted to 'talking' to her with body language and crude growls. At first she was shock and surprised when my fangs grew in, but she has appeared to adjust to my growing and subtle changes. Even when my markings came in, she took it all into stride. When I reach 4 months old, she began to teach me to hunt.

At first it was hard because I, unlike her could not run, but her technique for getting slightly over the animal and leaping on it back I excelled at and soon conquered by catching my first rabbit. After that I noticed she began taking prolonged trips away from me, I was nearing my first year and nowhere near ready to leave my mother but apparently for her kind I was.

Once I hit my first year she stopped hunting for me, her version of your on your own, I'm sure. She still was around but I had to hunt on my own. My favorite food to catch was the big horned sheep and my 'mothers' technique for dropping down worked best. I made it past the first year fine so I knew I would live.

Nine years passes quickly when your life is based on survival and catching food, my surrogate mother was there for me but not. I wasn't prepared to loose her, though I did know I'd out live her sooner or later. In the end I was with her when she died, as she took her last breathe I roared my pain for the world to know. The one who had raised me was dead and I was all alone.

Then I remember something I'd almost forgotten, somewhere out there I had a father, I didn't know whether he was dead or not but if he wasn't I might be able to find him. In my conscious it was telling me I was taking on an impossible task and even if I did find him who was to say he would even want me. 'He did leave, and he didn't take me with him,' I thought but shook my head. Mother told me he was headed for the desert so thats where I would go at least till the end of spring, I could never leave my mountain forever.

I traveled for what seemed like miles, before finally reaching the dessert. I was hungry and tired but content I had gotten this far, I need to hunt now though. The desert is nothing like the mountain though, and I wasn't well adapted to hunting here. I could probally sneak up on something that wasn't paying attention. As if on cue long grass to my right shook, my eyes widened then narrowed when it continue to shake but didn't move. 'Perfect, my first dessert meal.' I thought with a smile the crotched slowly creeping towards the grass.

When I got near it, I leaped, falling upon my chosen prey for the kill, while it let out a high pitched barking noise that made me back up. The small, elf owl looked at me as I stared at it, I could tell it was only just out of its nest, and I had no will to kill it. However I had injured it in my leap, its left wing was crumpled against its side and I could tell it was broken. If I left it here, it would die anyway, I laid down and it hopped over to my snout. Its deep green/brown eyes met mine and they seem to stare into my soul.

He hopped onto my snout and towards my back and I let him. I didn't know it then but ours was to be a great bond, when I hunted for myself I also found food for him. He began to be called Pleep in my mind. Two weeks passed and Pleep's wing healed but unlike I expected, he did not fly away but chose to stay with me. That winter and spring I didn't find my father, but I wasn't going to give up. I had adapted to my dessert home and was able to hunt so I would return next fall/winter to search more.

Pleep left me at the border of the dessert, the first time he had left me since I had almost killed him. I had no idea if I would see him again, or if I ever would. This saddened me and I expected the next time I came back to the dessert he wouldn't be there but he was and I was happy. I did not realize the news I would soon be getting would turn my world upside down.

A picture you drew:
http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab15 ... rie/it.jpg

Note: I have permission from Spotty to make the suspieces if I get her for the Dessert Smili so i will be doing that if I get her. As well as getting her and doing art. She will be loved.

Mountain/dessert? As a new subspecies or just in general? Either way itäs fine, do whatever fits the story you have in mind.

[kiriban]

I would like to adopt!


:::Number:::
2

:::Picture:::


:::Name:::
Dalonige'i Unega
<Means "Orange and White" in Cherokee>

:::Gender:::
Female.

:::Species:::
Desert/Mountain Smili

:::Personality:::
She is sweet, loving and kind, though she can be bossy and aggressive if she is pushed to her limit.

:::Likes:::
She loves the meat of deer and antelope, as well as her family, although they think poorly of her.

:::Dislikes:::
Small flying insects, such as bees, flies, and hornets. She finds them very irritating and quite loud.

:::Nickname:::
Dalon.

:::Background:::
When Dalonige'i was first born, her mother and father gasped at hes unearthly bright fur coat. Although many smili have coats of bright colors, she grew up in a part of her country where most of the smili were less flashy colors such as gray, black, white, browns, etc., although there were other smili with bright oranges and blinding colors. Of course they were bullied and pushed away aswell.
Her parents were clueless of how her coat got that color.
They immediately thought- Maybe it's paint... Maybe it will come of with water... Where Dalon grew up, water was scarce. The only time they got water was when it rained, wich happened only once every few weeks
or so due to the sweltering, dry climate.
During the dry period, she was discouraged and pushed away by the other, less flashy smili. But she didn't let that stop her from living her life in joy and harmony. She played with the delicate butterflies that passed through her land, and chased after the small jackal and antelope that ran through the fields of brown. And when night fell upon her, she would curl up with her mother and father. She loved her life, though others were ever so cruel to her. Maybe it was because she didn't know of her parents doubt of their daughter?
On the 25th of July, they awoke to rain. Dalon's father scooped her up and placed out in the rain. He began to cry as he realized his daughter's bright coat was not painted on, it was naturally there. "Dad..." She began.
"No,
it's my fault for giving birth to such a hideous creature, not your's" He cried in fright.
"I..I'm... Hideous?..." Dalon stuttered, backing up and starting to run out of the fields, bursting in to tears. She ran and ran, completely ignoring her mother's calls. My whole life has been a lie... My mother and father always telling me how much they loved me... Wasn't true. They spent all that time protecting me, thinking and hoping that my coat coloration was false. But they doubted me like all the rest because of my looks? I now know who was the cruelest of all the smili back home... My own parents. They never believed in me, they just made up all that stuff to keep me happy, to make sure I never caught on to their lies" , She now ran faster, her heart beating so fast that she felt like it was going to explode. She shook her head, trying to knock out all of the tears from her throbbing eyes. Not long after, she fell down, exhausted from both putting to much pressure on herself and running to fast. She looked around and realized she had entered some sort of forest. She tried to find a decent place to rest that wasn't in the
rain.
She then saw a large tree with plenty of space under it roofed by the leaves above. She dove for the tree dove for the tree, gracefully landing under the tree. She soon fell asleep. When she woke up, the rain had stopped, and the sun was peering through the thick clouds above.
Still a bit dizzy from just recently waking up, she heard the crackling of leaves, and words of men. She was immediately alert. "Uh oh, if they find me, they'll mistake me as a monster, and I'll be done for!" She looked for a way out where the hunters wouldn't spot her. She then spotted a back road she might be able to escape through.
She then realized she might not be able to squeeze through the tight path that lead to the back road. "I have to try", she thought with tears filling her eyes. She slowly crept towards the path, trying to be as silent as possible. "I made it!" She thought with joy, running down the narrow dirt road. She soon reached a small neighborhood, with no dirt roads or large meadows or fields. She walked through it, starring with curiosity at the houses that sat in rows. She knew what the houses were, because back home there were few, but some houses along the suburbs.
She ran through the ones with children playing in their yards, but slowed down and looked closely at the ones with empty yards. But as he approached the seventeenth house, I spotted her. I marveled at his stunning orange fur coat. And the way her cream coat mixed with her orange, and the dark orange stripes on her thigh. It was amazing. I quickly hid behind a bush, peering over the bush and staring at her. Although I had no clue of what she was, she was magnificent.
I tried calling her with sweet whispers and animal calls. She responded with strange noises. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you", I called, slowly creeping towards her. She backed up with a frightened look on her face. I repeated what I had just said. Although she understood, she continued to back up. She must of thought I had gotten to close, because she then ran away.
The next day, I woke up and went outside. I heard a munching noise, thinking it was just a squirrel happily chewing a nut, I continued to walk. I then jumped, realizing that it was no squirrel. It was that strange creature I had seen the day before! I walked toward it slowly, taking small steps. It turned and looked at me, but it didn't back away or look frightened. It just walked up to me and nuzzled me with care.
I was puzzled by her actions. But with that aside, I hugged her neck and stroked her soft forehead. From that point on, she was family. I rode her bearback through the neighborhood at sunset when I got back from school. She was my pet forever, even when she passes, I will treasure her ashes.


:::A picture you drew:::
I might draw one later on. ^^

[corgie]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 7
Picture:
Name: Catherine
Species: Borgi <3 *Border colliexCorgi Mix*
Personality: Patient,Caring,Shy,Quiet,Petite
Likes: Water, Bright Blue Things, Birds, Cats
Dislikes: Darkness, Wolves, Being Made fun of
Background: Catherine *Cath for short* was raised on a small farm. She loved it there, playing with the others enjoying her life, and just sitting in a flower field smelling the flowers, quietly. She enjoyed sitting under this one willow tree, smelling the aroma of flowers, and feeling the cool breeze. Cath was very happy at that moment, sometimes she just wanted to stay there forever.Sadly, she wouldn't herd the sheep, Catherine really wanted to herd the sheep but her "master" wouldn't let her.
"maybe i should just run away! Cath thought, but she knew she couldn't, the willow tree can't come with her nor can her parents and friends... nor the flowers. Catherine sighed and lay down, she had a lot on her mind and a lot to think about, a small nap wouldn't hurt.The next thing she knew, Catherine was shoved in a small crate, that was gross. Catherine yelped and whined and tried to get out but she couldn't. She looked around for anything that might help her out, but than she saw it was nightfall and the farmer wasn't out yet. Catherine realized she was being stolen so she barked and barked and barked, hoping the farmer would come out. Sadly he didn't and she was being brought to " The Shelter" she didn't know that though, she was sad very sad that day.Finally after being stuck in that crate forever it seemed,it got unlocked, but the people were driving! Catherine didn't know how it opened she just knew it did, with her snout she opened the crate door, and jumped out of the car into a small pond. Quickly reaching shore panting, Catherine smiled. She knew she was free, she howled ini joy and ran into the forest. Her small tail wagging with joy.
"Finally! I am a wild dog"She thought, and ran around looking for a place to stay, a den. That night it rained hard, Catherine was stuck walking through the mud looking for somewhere to keep dry and stay warm. She was wet, muddy and freezing. Looking around, Cath saw a willow tree with large roots, and a hole. Quickly running to the hole she sniffed to make sure nothing else lived there. Yipping with joy to be dry again, she crawled in. With a smile, curling up in the corner she fell into a deep sleep.
A picture you drew:WIP
WIP for Picture and Story

[Magicly]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 2
Picture:

Name: Dessert Peach
Species: Smili
Personality: Shy, freindly, not brave at all,
Likes: Having someone with her at all times, birds, hot and warm places
Dislikes: being alone, cold snowy places,
Background: WIP
A picture you drew: WIP

I fell in love with her, shes as cute as a peach!

[iBrevity]

I would like to adopt!

Number: #24.

Original Name: Puppy.
Known As: The Dartmoor Hellhound.
Species: Canine.
Personality: ...
Likes:
Farmer - A far-off memory that Puppy still clings to. This was his old owner when he was merely a dog; or at least, what he knew him as. Farmer took care of him through thick and thin and helped heal him when Puppy once got rather sick. This is what he associates with safety, compassion, and gentleness; since in his current life, he very rarely comes across those things.
Bloodlust - The demon half of Puppy adores the feeling of bloodlust, which is a hungry appetite mindset that he slides into every time he begins to hunt. Due to this, whenever he has the time and control, he focuses on trying to hunt more and find more of this passionate feeling. In truth, this feeling operates in the Hellhound almost like a high.
The Hunt - As much as Puppy tries not to give into this feeling, both sides love the hunt. Whatever they are hunting [local citizens, animals, prey, livestock, etc] doesn't matter; and although Puppy tries to avoid ever harming any human, occasionally the Hellhound gets control and will force him to. He has some sort of sheepdog in his heritage and this has won him the affection he has for hunting.
Guardianship - His bloodline has effected his love of guardianship, but most often he had can be found protecting the unlucky few who wander through the forest on the nights the Hellhound prowls. Even though it is near impossible to protect anyone from the hungry trailing of the beast, he tries his best, and about half the time he succeeds in saving them.
Dislikes:
Moonlight - This is one of the most unlikely things that the Hellhound is truly afraid of. For some reason, the stroking touch of wandering moonlight, especially when the moon is full or practically pregnant with light, drives back his control and reduces him to submissive behavior. It is only on these nights that Puppy feels like he has total light, and this is usually when he tries to find his old owner.
Witches - The Hellhound believes in the presence of witches on the Dartmoor shoreside. Whether or not they actually do exist, Puppy almost always uses this to his advantage; when he threatens his other half with them, he usually slips up and allows the main side to do what he wants. Occassionally Puppy too fears these women; but he is unwilling to admit it to the crueler demon.
Liars - Not surprisingly, this is both sides. Neither the Hellhound nor Puppy himself like liars; in fact, both will outright attack them on sight if heard to be telling a lie. This has earned the rather ragged reputation they have; they are known as the Truth Detector because of their never-failing brutality on those who would bare pass a lie from their lips.
Other Side - The Hellhounds hates Puppy, and Puppy hates the Hellhound. This is the simplest part of their relationship; neither of them respect one another, nor like the other in the slightest. They call the other the Other Side most of the time, although sometimes they will stoop to the level of addressing them with actual names.

Background:
Leaning forward in his creaky chair, the old man patted the quilt down that swamped his fragile legs. His wrinkled skin betrayed his age of what it truly was, but not even natural decay could put out the passion that burned in his eyes.
“What story should I tell tonight, children?”
Pressed all around his feet were the audience he always invited, a handful of young children from local families. The tavern they shared tonight was warmed by a roaring fire in one corner, but even the heat could not stop the children’s excited dread. This man was the best storyteller in all of Dartmoor.
One little girl in particular raised a gloved hand and blushed faintly when he turned one milky blind eye on her. She ducked her chin. “Can you… can you tell us the story of the Hellhound?”
The old man, for one split second, looked perturbed. “Child, who told you of this creature?”
She chewed her lip and the blush darkened across her alabaster cheeks. “Well… I thought I saw this big black dog in the forests, and when I asked my Mom she said that you would probably know the story. Do you?” Hopefully, she glanced up at him but it was obvious that his mind was very, very far away. A quiet smile creased his thin lips.
“Yes, I can tell that story. Settle down, children, for here I will spin you the story of the Dartmoor Hellhound like you’ve never heard it before.

“It is said that on the shores of our beautiful land, a terrible beast haunts and kills.
The legends most of us know tell us a story of a woeful monster that crawled out a hole that twines down to the deepest part of the underworld. It says that this is an animal who was thrown out of Hell itself to do its master’s bidding, and it is something to be fearful of and wary about.”
He looked up at the ceiling and for a brief moment, it seemed he was trying to blink back the tears that crowded his gaze. “But I will tell you that those accounts are wrong. I will promise you that, in the beginning, this Hellhound wasn’t a demon at all; in fact, he began as any sort of dog does around here.” He smiled as though an old memory brushed the corners of his mind, and he looked down at them all. “And his name was Puppy.”

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I would like to adopt!

Number: #16.

Birth Name: Acai.
Alias: Rouge.
Job Description: Discreet assassin/mercenary.
Details: Poison Specialist.
Species: Arctic Wolf, Anthro.
Personality: Elegant, beautiful, and dangerous, Rouge is the woman every man wants.
She is highly cunning and shows this through every thing she does; her hits are always exceedingly well planned and almost an art form how capable she is of pulling them off.
She takes great pride in her work although never gloats to anybody; although the assassins she works with knows her as an excellent poison worker, she is more then that. Rouge is so manipulative that most of those who assume they are her ‘friends’ don’t even know where she works; and don’t carry. She finds exactly the buttons that allow her to have control over people and presses them until they breaks.
Romantically, Rouge is rarely without a man on her arm. But unlike most girls, she is never the submissive one in the relationships, and forces all the men to bow to what she wills them to do; if they do not, she quickly rids herself of them.
Occasionally she can pull off a wonderful playact, and most especially these facades lean towards innocence and compassion. With her golden eyes softened and only a tiny smile on her pretty mouth, Rouge can practically convince everybody that she’s the child she can shrink to.
As for her family, Rouge hasn’t seen any of them in years. She is unaware whether they are alive or not, and as much as she would love to find them again, a part of her continues to persist that she never does. Whether this is for her own safety or for theirs is difficult to imagine; but either way, she never goes after them, even to the home town where they probably live.
Almost everybody knows her as her alias, Rouge, and only her family and childhood friends even know that her real name is Acai. It’s what she considers her ‘codeword’; if anybody speaks it then they are either deceptively good at finding information, or someone that, for the moment, she can trust.
Likes:
Alcohol - Rouge has a familiar love for all alcoholic beverages. So timeless that her liver has been shot before, it takes loads of the liquid to make her even the slightest bit drunk; unfortunately. She almost always has a wine glass in one hand, although occasionally she will delve into the poorer of liquors, such as brandy and vodka. This most likely happens when she is forced to deal with the lowlives that sometimes stray into her workplace and ask for a job.
Her Boss - Her boss is a bold, playful woman named Noel who has succeeded in literally owning some of the world's greatest assassins. This includes the infamous, voiceless Reticent and her angelic younger sister Brevity, a twin set that Rouge has had the fortune of meeting only a few times. She does however enjoy dealing with Noel, as her boss seems to recognize that Rouge dislikes being around people, specifically women.
Career - She loves her career. Killing people, whether honorable or crime, has always been a love of hers. Like most mercenaries who kill for a living, Rouge has felt the occasionally breath of godliness; holding a sniper gun in her hand and deciding whether or not to shoot is an amazing feeling.
Tattoo - Her pride and joy, simply put. Whatever clothes she wears, she makes certain that her tattoo can be sign. This is tied into what is considered her 'signature'; she always leave behind a delicate pink petal.
Motorcycles - She is constantly riding her motorcycle, the vehicle she calls her "baby girl". It is a bold, sleek black little thing that she loves more perhaps than anything else in her life; and every time it gets scratched or shot up or even blown up as it did once, she immediately takes it to the nearest mechanic and pays them whatever they want to fix it without being forced to buy another. Her motorcycle is older then her.
Dislikes:
Crowds - The hate of being in crowded places, or merely with multiple people, has never been understood by her but she has yet to grow to like it any more. The feeling of being jostled and pressed against from all sides has always irritated her, and even by that it makes it more difficult to do her job.
Women - Rouge hates women. They represent a certain brand of competition for something that she strongly hates competing for; and no, not really lovers, but really her career field.
Commitment - Even from birth, Rouge knew that she was never destined to be in a committed relationship. Although she takes many lovers, as soon as she tires from their antics, she leaves them in the city and moves on; and she never regrets it. Because Rouge is so dangerously beautiful, she gets many requests from men and women alike to be with them, but she has never given in to the temptation to settle down with somebody else.
Children - As sad as the fact is, Rouge absolutely despises children. They are her favorite subjects to kill, in fact, in some twisted way. She would never, ever, have a child; the mere idea makes her sick to her stomach. Most clients cannot believe that she would murder a sappy, innocent child, but in this realm she is merciless. She has nothing to give to this children. Perhaps a part of it is tied into how her fellow children treated her when she was small herself...

Background:
One flick of her wrist swirled the crimson liquid into a vortex of sinful color.
A wicked grin curved her beautiful mouth as she lifted her gold gaze from the stemmed glass and onto the client that sat before her.
The young woman fidgeted and dabbed the edge of a napkin to the corner of her eye. Rouge knew already she didn’t like her. When the silence stretched on for another full minute, she carefully lifted one elegant eyebrow.
With a faint blush, the woman looked hard at the ground. “I’m sorry, I just can’t believe I’m actually doing this…”
An irritated tick appeared in the light drumming of her fingertips against the shell of the glass. The woman glanced up swiftly and bit her bottom lip, seeming to finally catch on that this stranger didn’t have all the time in the world. Reaching down, she delicately picked up her black leather purse from the ground and shook out from its depths a thin manila folder. “Here. Your boss told me this would have all the information you needed.” She stretched it out to Rouge and the assassin transferred her glass to her free hand and lay the papers out on her lap.
“You may leave now.”
The words were cold; the voice was hypnotizingly sensual, but there was no layer of warmth beneath it. The billionare rose to her tiny feet and shuffled quickly towards the door.
“…you’re killing your husband?” The words were drawled, the comment lazy, but the metallic eyes that watched the other were surprisingly sharp. The woman paused in the doorway and looked back through the shadows to where Rouge sat. A frown pulled down the edges of her pouting mouth. “The woman who referred me here told me you’d…” She seemed caught off guard when a low-throated, thrilling laugh drifted out of the corner.
“I wasn’t expecting such an entertaining mission.” She purred, and closed the folder just as the woman escaped out her door. She brought the lip of the glass to her mouth and stole a deep, long drink. “Entertaining indeed.”


[obviously a huge WIP on the both of them]

[Buecherwurm]

I would like to adopt!
Number:9
Picture:
Name:Rose
Species:Dingo
Personality:proud, stubborn,
Likes: the wildness,
Dislikes: the most people,
Background: Her last owner lock in her in Kennel, something that she really really hates so she broke out. And then she found Lucas Pack a group of 25 wolf/wolfhybrids witch life free so she deciede to get part of the pack.
A picture you drew: i can't draw

(Sorry for the shortness but i'm very bad in englisch.)