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[Lirrie]

I can only hope my piont get through Ive done all I can.

[Ranua]

Want me to proof read your form? :3

[Lirrie]

Want me to proof read your form? :3

If you want I had it done earlier though but it would help ^.^

[Ranua]

KK, Please PM it to me.

[EarthStar]

Pet's ID Tag:#33
Name You'd Choose for It: Jay
Gender:Male
Reason You Want It:This is my first character that I've really, really gotten in to and have had the urge to finish his story. <3 I would love him so much if I get him. I'll probably breed him too. I actaully have a really good idea for a story for his pups! His story helped me understand how I should be loving all of my charcters. I've never ever before felt like I could write endlessly about one of my characters. I plan to write a lot more for Jay, and try to draw him. He has inspired me a lot. In fact, I've never really felt any of my characters before, like I have this one. He would be one of my closest characters because I feel such a connection to him. When I see a character that's supposed to be with me usually I just know. If I get him he will have a home in my character thread (which is currently being revamped) and will be my only character so far to have an on-going story. I will not be able to rp him, as I don't really have time to involve myself in an rp. I just love him so much, he has a great personality in my mind too, I've just never felt such a great connection...
History/Background/Other:
"Your such a beautiful little hybrid doggy aren't you my little poochy woochy?" Crooned the woman. Her deep, smooth, seducing voice whispering in my ear, her sleek, wavy black hair tickling my nose. She was so close I could smell the scent of wine heavy on her breath. I tried to back away as she reached up her bony pale white hand with its blood red fingernails to stroke my jaw. "Where do you think your-" she was cut off by the man's thunderous voice booming, "It's ready!" "Herbert Frank Grundle, how many times must I tell you not to yell!" she hissed threateningly at the slightly plump but muscular man in the brown tweed suit. "I'm sorry Suzy but it's not your choice anymore is it? It's my choice, I'm holding the cards, we're in my warehouse aren't we?" He leaned down close to her ear as he whispered this in a deep husky voice. "Herbert-" He cut her off again, quickly and with skill he threw a dirty white rag around her mouth and knotted it behind her head. Then he pulled out a small shiny black pistol and aimed it for her head. "Get into the car now, or I'll shoot" he demanded. The woman made a muffled attempt to protest but quickly abided to the man's wishes when he shot the floor inches away from her. After the man had escorted the woman to the van outside and made sure she was safley locked inside he returned to the warehouse. Night was starting to fall and the warehouse was becoming so dark I could hardly make out my paws, little yet the cages across from me. Before I knew it my cage was being lifted, I stumbled to get my balance. The man held me up to his face, "I never got what Suzi saw in you" he spat, "But I might as well bring you along with the rest of them eh?" he swung my cage around again. I was roughly shoved into back corner of a stuffy van. It was hard to breath, I gasped and panted. Finally after around an hour the man had loaded up the back of the van, the cab of the van, and anywhere else he could find to store us creatures. There were so many of us, all crammed into these tiny tight metal cages that reeked of urine, feces, old rotten food and dog hair. Suddenly the van took off, driving like a mad-man through the streets I could picture the plump man's face, smiling the wicked smile he had shown Suzi earlier. Now I almost felt bad for Suzi, but not quite.
It seemed like we had been driving for days! My cage was plastered with dog hair and spit and puddles of urine lurked in the back corners. Every time I tried to sit down I would manage somehow to land my butt in the middle of a pile of my own drying feces. All of us were starved and nearly dying of thirst. As the van continued to bump along at it's sickening pace I was pondering on the fact that we could all possibly die in here when suddenly there was a thump. The van must have hit something! I heard screams from the cab and everyone was barking with what little strength they had left. As we crashed down the van burst out into flames. The last thing I saw was the terrified look on the face of the dog across from me and a huge flash of orangey-yellow flames.
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I felt a falling sensation, and as I looked around me all I saw was bright white space. I was falling, falling, maybe I would fall forever. Was I dying? I must be, I wasn't in the burning van after all was I? And the strangest part was that I was still falling! I looked around but it was hard for my eyes to focus on anything, everything was just blank and white. Just as I had started to give in to the fact that I might be stuck falling here forever I had a weird tingling sensation and felt the worst pain I have ever felt in my entire life, (or death as it may be). It felt like everything inside me being snapped in half and extracted from my body, like I was being pulled apart cell by cell, bit by bit. I felt like screaming. I felt so much pressure, as if something was pressing down on me trying to destroy me. And in a split second, it was over. I looked around and instantly recognized the van, charred and black, crumbling to the ground and surrounded by firefighters, police men and medics. I watched calmly as I saw the medics carry away the man and woman who had kept us in those miserable little cages, and again calmly as I watched dogs of all various shapes, breeds, sizes and colors being hauled off in a big truck. I watched still, as some dogs instead were gently placed inside a large soft looking crate which was then driven away towards the vet clinic. I had not seen my body, I assumed it must be inside that big truck that many critically to severly injured pups were thrown into. It just then occured to me that it was snowing. I hadn't been outdoors in as long as I could remember, my only memories were those memories of my puppy hood when I chased butterflies in the soft green grass and romped in the white flufly snow in the winter, and stole dangerously sweet candies from brown paper bags during halloween. The memories were sketchy, and vague, but they had been all I had been able to hang on to throughout my life. I didn't really know where to go, so I headed off in the general direction that I thought I had seen the vet van go in. As I trudged through the sloppy snow on the edge of the road I became aware of a faint fluttering sound. I looked up just in time to see a scrawny, charred little white bird with a few black markings around it's face and the wings of a bluejay alight on my nose. It was tiny, and charred by the fire that had burst up from the van, it looked so sad and miserable, but at te same time, oddly serene and peaceful. It said nothing but "Here, take my wings, they belong to you now" and tore it's wings free from it's body. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the litter bird vanished, leaving behind two tiny bluejay clored feathers on my nose. I was shocked, but took the feathers nonetheless and gently sat them on my back for a moment, thinking that it was worth a try, maybe the feathers would magically connect themselves to me...
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I suddely felt another sudden jolt of terrible deathly pain as I had felt earlier when being jolted from my peaceful falling and into the harsh reality of the world. Only this time, I found myself in a small padded cage that smelled of B vitamins. It must be the vet clinic I realized, and scanned the area around me. Sure enough, I was in the long term care facility at the local vets office, as were many of the other dogs from the cages in the warehouse. The vets office felt amazing, how dumb that must sound to those dog people who's dogs they have to drag to the vets and who spend most of their time peeing on the floor or squirming out of the vet's grasp. Really though, there was fresh clean water and food, as well as comfy large cages that were cleaned out every hour or so, there was heating and air conditioning, and small rubber and stuffed toys to entertain ourselves with. Though there was the occasional hand reaching into our mouths trying to feed us vitamins, or trying to examine us or vaccinate us, which I must say, is not the best thing in the world to have done to you, but it wasn't half bad after you consider what we were going through before. Come to think of it, I wasn't sure if 'before' was real. Was I dead? Was I alive? Was everything that had happened to me today real? Maybe I had just been sleeping, and would wake up to see Suzi trying touch my "lovely jaw" again, but I sure hoped not. Just as I was nodding off to sleep from trying too hard to ponder upon these things, I noticed my back. At first I just saw the tip of a feather in the very corner of my eye, but when I turned around there they were, the most beautiful wings in the colors of white, cream, and blue.
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Explanation: Suzi and Herbert (lovers) were dog thieves who illegally aquired large amouts of dogs and bred them. After breeding them in a secret warehouse in the city they would sell the hybrid pups (the pups they produced were surigically enhanced or just had their cells messed with to give their coats strange colors, or to give them rare or mythical mutations such as horns, wings or hooves) in the black market to rich billionares they were ofen noted to have 'sucked up' to. Jay was the pup you were following in the story. When the van crashed he momentarily went into a coma in which the bird gave him wings. When he woke up from his coma he was in the vet's office and had 'magically' grown wings. Note that the wings were really the product of illegal surgery on behalf of Suzi and Herbert, but of course Jay doesn't know that yet. He does eventaully find out though. That will be in the rest of his story, since I'm planning to continue it if I get him.

I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.<3

[Lirrie]

I have one more thing to add tripp how much time do i have?

[EarthStar]

The code drop thing on the front page says a day, so probably sometime today or tomorrow. I'll have to type fast! X3

[Lirrie]

They said today I just wanna know how many hours I have before Im fried. XD Im not sure how long adding it will take >.>

[EarthStar]

Ugh, yea, I haven't been here for a while and I stopped by and noticed the one I posted a form for above. Now I'm gonna try to type everything right now.

[June Bug]

I believe he said it would be around 7pm tonight. He may have decided otherwise though so I'd just do what you can while you still have time. C:
-types frantically-