Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Zephayer]

Atwood, do you know when the next round of donations will be accepted? :3

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[Atwood]

Atwood, do you know when the next round of donations will be accepted? :3

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It depends on when the judging for this round finishes - probably donations will open in a couple of days. :3

[Zephayer]

Atwood, do you know when the next round of donations will be accepted? :3

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It depends on when the judging for this round finishes - probably donations will open in a couple of days. :3

Alright thank you~

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[Atwood]

Forms are now being collected - be sure to repost your form if you make any edits beyond this point to be sure the edit doesn't get missed. ^^

[nowi]

Name:
Xenia (ZAYN-yah)
(ξενία, xenía)
~Greek, meaning "hospitable"

Nicknames/Aliases/Alter Egos:
She is known by a variety of names by the woodlanders, but no specific nickname.
Enemies sometimes call her "the equinox", for unknown reasons.
When she doesn't know someone, she calls herself "Nellanara"

Gender:
Female

Species:
Smili

Number:
3

Size:
About a meter at the shoulder (according to the Smili thread)

Weight:
About 200 kg (according to the Smili thread)

Family:
Unknown

Age:
Unknown, probably close to about 14 years.[/b]

Birthplace:
Off the coast of Asia, unknown where, though.

Current Residence:
Unknown
Most likely somewhere in Asia, though. Perhaps Europe or maybe Africa.

Theme Song:
Cherry Blossom Storm from Okami
~Xenia embodies the personality of the song, a happy yet mysterious tune~

Personality:
~hospitality (n.) - the friendly and generous reception and entertainment of guests, visitors, or strangers.~
Xenia is an extremely kindly smili, and she is quite hospitable to travelers who pass by her den. If they need shelter, food, or a place to sleep, Xenia will be there to help them. She'll support them for as long as she can, and is respected in her forest for this.

~helpful (adj.) - giving or ready to give help~
Xenia is one of the most giving and kind animals in the woods. If anyone is stuck on absolutely anything, Xenia will always be there to help. She's quite adept at it, too, and is often called on just to do work, which she willingly will do. She'll always come if anyone needs her.

~enigma (n.) - a person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand.~
Xenia has an interesting way of letting people know what she thinks. She won't tell anyone about it up front, she'll drop hints, and she won't tell you if you're right when you have a guess at what she means. Xenia also has two split personalities. With the one she loves, she's completely relaxed, kind, helpful, whatever you think of when you say "nice". But with others, she's a completely different smili, and will not revert back to her kindly self until she's stopped whatever is in her way. She also has weird ways of going about her work. She never sticks to the normal ways, she'll make up her own ways...which sometimes are a bit odd.

~fierce (adj.) - having or displaying an intense or ferocious aggressiveness~
When Xenia believes in something, she believes in it deeply. When someone threatens her beliefs or way of life, she'll go all out. Her eyes will blaze with a fire most animals didn't know existed, and she will not let up until she has overthrown them, and she's rather reckless too, and will put herself in danger for some things that don't really matter.

~perseverance (n.) - steady persistence in a course of action, a purpose, a state, etc., esp. in spite of difficulties, obstacles, or discouragement.~
Xenia is very perseverant, and she rarely ever gives up. When she needs to do something, she won't say she's done until she believes she's really done. She oftentimes goes way too far, and ends up exhausted, and sometimes even too much. She'll get up the next day, anyway, even if she's not supposed to.

Likes:
~Helping others
(Xenia is the most helpful in the forest, and will often just jump in to help, even if help is not wanted, resulting in many injuries due to annoyed animals.)

~Giving Gifts
(Xenia is a very skilled treasure hunter, and she often finds old things buried in the most unusual of places. She'll dig them up and give them to whoever she thinks needs it.)

~Travelling
(Xenia doesn't travel much, but she loves it dearly, even though she thinks she's too busy to go anywhere (which she really isn't). She's only been to the neighboring forests, but her dream is to go to Italy (how she'll get there, nobody knows).)

~Drawing (she's not the best at it, but she says it's fun)
(Xenia often doodles in the dirt, making weird patterns and swirls and things that really don't make any sense.)

~Photography
(Xenia enjoys watching other people take photos, since she just can't really take them herself. She might steal photos if they come out of the camera that produces them right away, but she'll normally just watch.)

~Nature
(One of Xenia's favorite things to do is to just sit out in nature, watching everything go by. She often falls asleep to the twittering of the birds and the gentle breeze on her coat.)

Dislikes:
~Enemies
(Xenia has an overly large amount of enemies, due to her pure heart and beliefs. She really shouldn't have as many as she actually does.)

~Unhelpful animals/people
(Even Xenia needs help sometimes, and most animals will come to her need, but the ones that don't Xenia will hold a grudge against, and she'll never forget that grudge.)

~Vain animals/people
(Nobody likes a too-proud animal, Xenia especially. She'll have nothing to do with any of the "rich" class, considering herself instead part of the forest.)

~Having nothing to do
(Because no one likes to be bored, especially Xenia. If she's bored, then everyone else is bored, since Xenia does NOT get bored very easily.)

~Male Smili
(Xenia has quite a problem with male Smili. It is thought she has a problem with all Smili, but there is no way to tell, as she has only ever met male Smili, no female Smili.)

History:
The soft feel of the blossoms
from the cherry tree beneath
my fingers.

I am a teller of tales, a gatherer.

The light
song of the birds in my
ears.

I search for tales across the land.

The wafting aroma of
the approaching storm and
the waving grass,

But by far the most amazing is that of the Smili, Xenia.

wind whistling
across the sweet field.

~ Age 0 ~
The young smili cub opened her eyes for the first time and looked straight into the glare of the sun. She mewled pitifully and squirmed in her makeshift nest, closing her eyes tightly. The smili rolled in her bed of sticks and curled into a ball, making small noises. A certain young wolf was padding by at the very moment the young smili let out an ear-piercing shriek. He stopped in his tracks and trotted toward the smili's den. The cub was sitting up and staring at the wolf. Her fur was beautifully colored, and she resembled an ocelot. She fixed him in her unwavering, sorrowful gaze and he took pity on her.
"What's your name, cub?" he asked. The cub mewled in confusion. "You don't have one?" The wolf watched as the smili pawed at his flicking tail and made up his mind. "You're coming with me."
He picked up the smili lightly and placed her gently on his back. He carried the smili all the way to his den and placed her on the ground.
"I'll call you Xenia," he decided, and pushed her softly into the den.

~Age 1~
Xenia leaped after the wolf, her paws crunching the orange leaves at her feet. She took a flying leap and landed on the wolf's back.
"Gotcha!" She laughed and rolled onto the ground.
The wolf stood up and shook leaves off his pelt. "Excellent job, Xenia." he said. "I think that's enough for today."
"Awww," Xenia frowned. "But I was having so much fun!" She gave the wolf her best convincing look.
The wolf smiled gently. "Sorry, but no." He padded down the moonlit path of leaves. "Come with me."
Xenia followed him curiously. "Is something wrong?" The wolf said nothing and continued down the tunnel of trees. Xenia fell into step behind him and they walked slowly across the forest.
The wolf stopped at a pond with the water glowing silver. He put a paw in the liquid and drew circles in the sand on the bottom. "Do you know why I've brought you here?" He looked Xenia straight in the eyes. They were full of curiosity and sorrow, and lower, an understanding.
"Maybe." she said softly. The wolf and smili stared at each other for a few heartbeats. The smili dipped her head, stood up, and padded into the forest.

~Age Unknown~
Xenia dragged herself across the barren wasteland, hoping to finally reach the other side. She heaved a sigh and collapsed on her belly. She was sure this was it. It was time to accept it. She wouldn't make it out alive. She closed her eyes and memories raced through her head. Playing with her caretaker, helping the first animal she ever met. Tears leaked from Xenia's eyes.
"Excuse me, madam, is everything all right?" Xenia forced her eyes open to meet a startling figure. She tried to focus, but sand blew into her eyes and she yowled in pain. She stumbled backwards blindly, and tripped over something. She gave up, blacking out.

Xenia woke up in a nicely furnished, natural smelling cavern. A large, powerful-looking black panther stood over her. He smiled, a gesture that looked odd on his well-built body. "Welcome, madam, to my humble abode." His eyes twinkled. "My name is Odysseus, may I have the honor as to ask yours?"
Xenia quickly made up a name. "Uh, my name is Nellanara," she said.
Odysseus nodded. "Excellent, Nellanara, madam. Your wish is my command.:
Xenia's eyes widened. "Why do you call me madam?"
Odysseus recoiled. "You mean you don't know? You are a Smili, the royal breed!"
"Wait, royal breed?" Xenia was thoroughly confused. "I don't come from around here. Please explain."
Odysseus shrugged. "There aren't many Smili here. When there is one, it is considered a miracle. Everyone wants to see one. And to serve one is considered amazing!" Xenia nodded even though he had not explained why they were worshipped here. "Come with me!" The panther led Xenia through his "humble abode".
"This place is gigantic," Xenia commented. "It's really nice here."
Odysseus turned, shock in his eyes. "Surely it must be tiny compared to your home."
Xenia shook her head. "I don't have a home."
Odysseus said no more, obviously shocked. The panther and smili walked quite a distance until they finally emerged into a large clearing, packed with many woodland creatures. They all turned their heads in shock.
"A Smili!"
"She's so pretty!"
"She looks like an ocelot!"
"There hasn't been one here in years!"
Excited animals crowded around the perplexed Xenia, murmuring shy comments. Odysseus led her around, introducing her to all the animals. Whenever she said hello, the animals would blush shyly and run away giggling. Lots mooned over Odysseus, too. Xenia caught a couple glimpses of him proudly puffing his chest and bragging about how he rescued the Smili. The tale became rather twisted and exaggerated by the end, but the forest animals still listened with wide eyes. The party in the glade lasted nearly all day. Odysseus took Xenia back to his cavern, fussing over her, making sure everything was okay, and other such things. He made her an incredible bed to sleep on, which she accepted gratefully, and curled up on immediately, falling asleep in seconds.

Odysseus crept out of the Smili's room, making sure to be extra quiet. A malevolent smile spread across his lips and he unsheathed his claws. It was time for the assasination. He'd rule the forest after this. No beast would dare defy him, the master of all evil. No beast could win against him anyway. Any dis-cooperation would result in death. The Forest of Blood. His dream for a long time. And what could be better than starting it with Smili blood. The panther crept to the front of his den and let out a soft yowl. Werebeasts and goblins, wolves and kobolds, they all crept out of the trees. The takeover would begin. "You." Odysseus pointed to a wolf in the front. "What's your name?"
"Rogue." The wolf said.
"Rogue, you take the wolves. Guard this entrance. If you do well, I'll promote you. If you fail, it's death for you."
Rogue nodded in understanding. "Yes, Master."
"No," Odysseus said thoughtfully, "Supreme Master. Supreme Master of all evil!"
Rogue shivered. "Yes, Supreme Master."
Odysseus turned to the goblins. "You, Tarsen, guard the entrance behind that bush. The goblin smiled grossly.
"As you wish, Supreme Master." His voice was rough and slinky.
Odysseus placed all the other creatures in their spots and smiled malevolently. "The time has come," He trotted back in to the cave.

Xenia woke to a scuffling sound. She immediately sat up, and met a pair of glowing green eyes.
"Odysseus?" Xenia asked warily.
A snarl emanated from the creature. "Do you think I would really smother you with that much attention?"
Xenia immediately jumped into a defensive position, and the two circled eachother. The light flickered on, and Xenia saw the flame in the panther's eyes more thoroughly. He obviously meant business. He leaped at the Smili, and Xenia just barely dodged. The flame deepened. He picked up speed and both cats lobbed themselves at the other. It was a mix of snarls and leaps and dodges and yowls. Then it stopped.
"This is your end, Smili!" Odysseus yowled in triumph.
Xenia was lying on the ground, blood spilling out of a wound in her side. Odysseus raised a paw to strike, and fell over. Xenia had hooked him with her back paw, and scratched across his flank. His sides heaved.
"NNOOOOOO!" he yowled. His eyes closed and Xenia howled in triumph. The evil creatures outside retreated, and Xenia fell over. "I won," she murmured.

The next morning, Xenia awoke to sunlight filtering through the cavern, landing on Odysseus's body. She quickly buried him in in a corner of the cavern and pushed a bookshelf on top of him. She trotted out to the clearing.
"Where's Odysseus?" Animals crowded around the Smili.
"I really don't know," she said. "Would you mind if I lived in his cavern?"
"Oh, no, not at all!" The animals were obviously delighted. "Please do."

Xenia settled into the cavern and soon made it her own. Odysseus was never found by any of the animals, and they have all enjoyed her help.



Interview:

Q: So, Xenia, how did you get your name?
A: My caretaker gave it to me when I was very young.

Q; Do you think you fit your name?
A: Well, I certainly hope so. I consider myself hospitable, and I hope others do, too.

Q: Sorry, I couldn't help myself, do you have a favorite food?
A: Well, not really.

Q: A favorite color, then?
A: Earthy browns and greens, I can't decide between the two.

Q: Where do you live, then?
A. In a forest. I'm really not sure exactly where, though.

Q: If you could be born as any other animal, which one would you be?
A: Interesting question. Probably a kitsune, though.

Q: Why?
A: I don't know, I've always admired them, though.

Q: Excellent. Do you plan on mating?
A: Well, probably not. I like being solitary.

Q: Solitary in the sense that you live alone buy invite visitors over though, right?
A: Yes, in that sense.

Q: Do you like being a Smili?
A: What's with the weird questions? Of course I do.

Q: Are you a writer?
A: Seriously? No way. I can't write a decent complete sentence.

Q: Do you know your adjectives?
A: My adjectives? What is wrong with you?

Q: Nothing. What's wrong with YOU?
A: *snort* Do you have anything serious to say?

Q: Yes. Do you know your nouns?
A: WHAT?

*slam, crash, bang*
~Portion Removed due to weird sounds...and I mean weird~

Q: Okay, now that that's over, have you ever seen your caretaker since you left him?
A: Yes, in fact, once.

Q: When was this?
A: At my five-year mark.

Q: Do you know your caretakers name? It was never mentioned.
A: Strangely, no I do not.

Q: How long were you with your caretaker?
A: A year or so.

Q: When is your birthday.
A: July 6th

Q: Is that your actual birthday?
A: No, it's just a guess on my caretaker's part.

Q: Okay, thank you!
A: My pleasure.

Other:
I love this Smili so much, I saw her, and fell in love with her immediately. If I do not win her (which I will probably not), the owner is free to use any of my interview or portion of my story as an addition to her personality. I would appreciate credit, though.
If I get her, I will smother her with attention, and make sure I give her all the care she deserves, since I love her just too much.

I made a couple quick edits.

[EarthStar]

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I would like to adopt!
Number:#5

Name:Israfel (The name of the angel of song, who inspires music and feelings of new hope.)
Gender:Female
Species:Dog
Design Changes:I'll be adding white bird wings.
Personality: (yes, i have used this before, but I did edit it and strongly think this form suits her personality)
If you asked anyone to describe her in two words they would undoubtedly be quite & mysterious. Israfel is an introvert, no doubt about it. She acts shy and quiet, rarely letting others into her life. She talks very little and when she does her words always carry much more meaning than the idle chatter most people and animals seem to put on when talking to her. Israfel mainly uses facial expressions to communicate her feelings, which makes for very interesting sounding conversations. Her expressions are not like many people and animals, but instead are very strong and give a clear, grounded answer to whatever the question, or even comment may be.

In her physical appearance Israfel can be quite attention-grabbing. When she was growing up, Israfel was diagnosed with an eating disorder which she had for around three years. Even though the pup overcame the disorder she has remained extremely skinny. Many think she still has an eating disorder or other problems, but it is merely that she has a fast metabolism. Very petite she would make a perfect model, but has never been interested in advertising her body.

Another interesting thing about Israfel is that she’s very observant, noticing things that normal people and animals wouldn’t notice, this could be credited, perhaps, to her lack of sight. Being blind Israfel has a heightened sense of smell, taste, touch, and hearing, giving her the ability to notice subtle changes among the creatures she meets that her friends don’t. She also thinks things through a lot, pondering on why he/she did this or said that, or sometimes just on world issues. She’ll go so deep sometimes she’ll uncover hidden meanings even the person/animal themselves didn’t realize were in what they were doing or saying.

Israfel picks carefully who she chooses to be her friend, and her few friends know her very well, but they must never be loud, obnoxious, intrusive or rude. Israfel has a very good sense of who her friends they are whether they reveal this themselves to her or she finds out, senses it on her own. Inside Israfel’s emotions run very deep, and she doesn’t share them with most. While she is very loving and compassionate towards her friends, and even sometimes strangers, letting them open up and share their deepest emotions with her she rarely shares her own feelings and emotions. Through all her life though, (which you will read about later in her background) she has remained just a tiny bit perky and bubbly, even if just showing it to a very few special friends or no one at all. Even during the hardest parts of her life she tries to view the world with a sense of hope and joy, believing that after the bad times come the good times, and that after all is said and done, it’s best to die laughing. :3
Likes: Tea, reading, hemp jewelry, drawing, writing, gardening, art, music, fresh chocolate chip cookies, her friends, comfy blankets, fresh cut grass, dove birds, her blue collar, flying, swimming and winter time.
Dislikes:Being too warm, being the center of attention, revealing her deepest feelings, embarrestment, war and disagreements that turn voilent, being exposed.
Background: [[2500 words maximum 100 words minimum]]
"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, and 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 safely 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 fire fighters, 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 severely injured pups were thrown into. It just then occurred 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 fluffy 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 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 the same time, oddly serene and peaceful. It said nothing but "Here, take my wings, they belong to you now" and tore its wings free from its body. Just as suddenly as it had appeared, the litter bird vanished, leaving behind two tiny white wings on my nose. I was shocked, but took the wings 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. And it was by no surprise to me, that they did.
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I suddenly 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 vet’s 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 whose 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. I had wings.
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Explanation: Suzi and Herbert were dog thieves (and lovers) who illegally acquired large amounts 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 surgically 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 billionaires they were often noted to have 'sucked up' to. Israfel was the pup you were following in the story. When the van crashed she momentarily went into a coma in which the bird gave her wings. When she woke up from her coma she 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 Israfel doesn't know that yet. She does eventually find out though. That will be in the rest of her story, since I'm planning to continue it if I get her.

A picture you drew:
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I would like to adopt!
Number:#

Name: Bella (sometimes known as Nova)
Gender: Female
Species: Cow
Personality: Bella is the 'queen cow' in her pasture, often taking the part of a herd dog. She's bossy, picky, bold and stubborn. She has a great sense of humor though, but as you could probably guess, it's mostly sarcasm. Her emotions are much like thunder, bold and throbbing. She hates it when people underestimate her or challenge her because of her small size, and is always ready with a witty comeback. She's known to stand up for whatever she thinks is right and be very daring.
Likes: spicy foods, grass, thunderstorms,milkshakes, chocolate and lilacs.
Dislikes: cockroaches, dead and decaying material, sour food, being challenged, being underestimated.
Background: Many people and animals seem only to see the outside of me. How I come across to them is really nothing like I am inside, who I feel I really am. I've always seen myself as a very kind animal. Being of the earth element and such even more so. When I was younger all the cows would come to me for advice and comfort, I was always there for them. Now they all keep their distance from me, as if I have some illness they will catch. I'm not completely sure what happened actaully. The only thing I can think of that happened between then and now is the fact that the earth was given to me. Let me explain myself a bit more, it wasn't my choice, I didn't hold out my hooves asking for it, I was given it at a special ceremony preformed for that exact purpose. The Earth Goddess/Mother gifted me it. I was her daughter, her mortal daughter in the form of a cow. Yes, that must seem unwittingly strange and abnormal, a flawless immortal goddess handing over the future of the planet to an undersized mortal brown cow. But it was not without much thought she had gifted this burden on me, for she had considered it many days, maybe even a month. I can still remember her glossy black hair flowing around her pale stunning face, and those bright, intense blue eyes....that day she also gave me my lightening bolt necklace, this was so that I could summon the god Zuess at any time if I needed help. The lightening bolt could not only summon him, but it naturaly harnessed some of Zuess's lightening bolt's power, giving me enough power to create some major natural disasters. My job became tough, I had to protect the Earth, with more than my life. As time went on it got easier, I would learn from what I had done right, and what I had done wrong, I was becoming wise. Yet somehow on the outside during this busy time I had become a daredevil, bossy and picky, bold and stubborn in my ways. I had never meant to change so much, to become so distant and uncaring, so rude and cruel, but I guess it was just part of my life now. Inside my feelings could differ greatly than what I showed on the outside, inside I felt like I was still a careing loving little calf frolicking about only when I wasn't helping others with their problems. Finally I decided I would have to do something. I couldn't stay here with in my pasture as I took care of the Earth. I needed to travel, I needed to meet another animal who could serve as a companion and come with me as I traveled.

It was a foggy morning, the meadow was still frosted with the mornings dew and frost. I quietly moved along near the fence of my pasture searching for an opening. The fence was rough and I was sure it wasn't very old, or very stable. Finally I found a severly weakend board at the far north corner of our pasture facing the woods. I gently rammed up against it, determined not to give my self a splinter when I wasn't even out of the pasture yet. The fence finally fell away and I was free. I had the power of Zuess's lightening bolt and I was free. (if i get her i plan on continueing the story so that she eventaully meets up with the dog above, Israfel. I'm sorry that Bella's story is not as good as it could have been because i was rushed. But I will be doing a lot of editing of it if i win her.)
A picture you drew:
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I edited the cow's form.

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I would like to adopt!
Number: 8
Picture:
Name: Mesi (Me - see : Name is egyption meaning Water. Most people call her Macey because her name is so close to that)
Species: Melon Fox
Personality: Mesi hates being in controll. She doesn't care where the road takes her she just keeps moving. She sees no point in stressing over minor detais. She loves to have friends, she couldn't live without them. When she is stressing she looks directly to her friends and at that point sorts out who is really working with her.
Likes:
Mesi loves her friends, she loves her tails, she loves to lick people with her tounge to freak them out. She likes to eat sweet things and likes to bathe often. She is a natural fish. She has a nasty habbit of taking in every single creature that looks weak. She can't handel leaving others to be on their own.
Dislikes:
Mesi doesn't leave her friends, she is terrified of being lone and doesn't care if she gets backstabbed. If it means to stay with "friends" She will happily take the blame, grinning and bearing it. She never really looked at her own feelings about the sittuation but she thinks her friends love her.
Background:

Mesi moved around in what seemed like a warm pool of water. It was a comfortable feeling like she was floating in paradise. She was curled around herself with her tails wrapping over her head and past her ears. Her bright pink eyes opened as she looked around. She was in water and when she unwrapped herself she raised out of it and looked around. It was dark but when she opened her mouth the whole area glowed with a pink hue. Her long tounger flicked as she looked around, all around her was hard rock and her paws couldn't touch the bottem. She felt like she was moving but she couldn't tell for sure.

It felt like years as she swam constenly in circled and practicing diving in the warm water around her before a crack appeared in the rock. She was shocked as it came out of no where and watched as it started to get bigger. A ray of light shone through her home and blinded her. She yelped and dived down into her watery home and hid at the bottem easily holding her breath. Something reached in and grabbed her by the collar and pulled her out of the water onto soild ground. Her legs though strong from swimming were weak on the unfamilier ground. She opened her eyes and got adjusted to the brighter light and looked around. Two lion cubs sat in front of her, behind her was a blue wolf with a star collar and a wet muzzle. She whined and tucked her three tails under her legs and quivered in place looking around.

Danika licked her wet paws as Neo and Mwezi stared at the new wolf. She never moved from her spot, laying there and waiting to wake up from this nightmare. "Quit it you two, your scaring her." Danika finnaly said pushing Neo into Mwezi. "What!? You are acting as if you see a pup come from a rock everyday, with three tails to match!" Mwezi growled irritated that his brother wouldn't get off. Neo jumped off and flicked the pup with his green tail. "So where did you come from?" He asked sitting down calmly. Mesi looked up with her bright pink eyes and pulled her ears back and didn't say a word. She had no idea what any of them were saying to her. She looked at Neo then Mwezi and something about them made her stomach churn and boil. But when she looked at Danika it was peacfull and she felt like she knew Danika all her life. She ran up and jumped in between Danika's legs Hiding in the stomach of the surprised wolf. "Guess you freaked her out." Danika said glaring at Neo. "Fine, you try to crack her, I'm going to bed. Common Mwezi." He said walking away with his brother close to his side.

Danika walked back to her house with Mesi under her. "Are you all right?" Danika asked softly looking down at the puppy. She was taken back a step as she saw her panting with a long lizard tounge hanging out of her mouth. Mesi looked up and nodded happily wagging her tails wildly. "Guess so!" Danika said with a heartfull laugh. "Ah, heres my house." She said pushing open a make shift door into the round house. She walked in and helped Mesi to the "living room" closing the door bhind them. Mesi looked down and all she could see was black skies and white stars. She watched a few stars go shooting by. "Wherrr to we are?" She asked with a slur from her tounge hanging out. Danika thought for a monet before understanding. "We are in space, she that big yellow ball? Thats the light!" She said with a smile. "Spacthe?"She asked sitting down and cocking her head. "Yup, and soon enough I'll teach you how to fly!" Danika said giving Mesi some food. "Lets just get you sorted out for now okay?" She asked pulling a blanket of to her to cover her wet dripping fur. "Ok Momma!" She said laying down while eating. Danika took to steps back and frowned but didn't say anything. She couldn't.

Best I could do in a short time limit I'm sorry and I will def add more!

Neo Naysi and his brother Mwezi are two lions who live with Danika up in space. They have pictures if you want to see them!

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All the forms have been collected and are now in the process of being judged. ^^

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I would like to adopt!

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Number :: Three

Picture :: Shown above

A picture you drew :: (Optional; this will only get extra credit. You still must fill out the rest of the form. Colored in LINEART is NOT acceptable; you must draw your OWN art without aids.)

Theme Song :: What Faith Can Do by Kutless
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Name :: Ming Yue

Language of Origin :: Chinese

Pronunciation :: Mingh - You

Meaning :: Bright Moon

Other Aliases :: N/A

Age :: Twelve Years
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Species :: Smili

Sex :: Male

Height :: Around 3 ft. tall at should (1 meter)

Weight :: Around 435 lbs. (200 kg)
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Relationship Status :: Single

Mate :: N/A

Cub(s) :: N/A

Father :: Mu Dewei - meaning, "Admired of Great Principle"

Mother :: Jia Li - meaning, "Good and Beautiful" (Deceased; Jia Li was not Ming Yue's mother of birth)

Sibling(s) :: Xia - meaning, "Glow of the Sunrise" (Deceased)

Friend(s) :: N/A

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Personality :: Despite all that he has gone through, Ming Yue tries to retain a positive attitude and not wallow in self-pity. He doesn't try to put himself on a pedestal because he doesn't see himself as better than anyone else. As a downside to that, he can tip the scale the opposite way and become a little depressed and upset with himself at times. Ming Yue is not quick to judge or quick to become angry, rather he abounds in compassion - especially, for those who have experienced similar fates as he - and patience.

Likes ::
|.| Being male ;; Silly as it seems, Ming Yue relishes in this and the roles and characteristics that accompany it.
|.| Being a provider ;; Before the death of his mother and younger sister, Ming Yue would join his father in hunting for food and other occassional jobs to provide for the family. However, now he is not in a position to do this, but he hopes that someday he may become the mate, provider, and possibly father to a family of his own.
|.| A challenge that tests him in the physical, metal, and emotional ;; Ming Yue believes that if you aren't out to better yourself, then you will just fall into a lifestyle of physical and moral decay.
|.| Family ;; Ming Yue loves his family and can't wait to have one of his own. In this respect, he can get carried away easily if there happens to be any wandering female he finds attractive. He recognizes this now and tries to be more intentional if he sees admirable character traits that would suit him and a potential family. However, there are still times where Mu Dewei steps into to talk some sense into his son.
|.| Wearing the scent of a musk deer, especially after catching and eating it ;; It just makes him feel strong and powerful. Everyone else will know too because of the musk. ;]
|.| To dart around up in the mountains to feel his own strength and agility ;; Although danger abounds, Ming Yue does this daily to keep himself on his toes.

Dislikes ::
|.| Tension between family members, especially when he feels caught in the middle of it ;; after Yan left Mu Dewei (Yan was Ming Yue's birth mother & his father's original mate) this feeling ceased, but it was usually present after Mu Dewei heard of Yan's betrayal of trust and fidelity.
|.| Moths ;; Ming Yue feels like he attracts these creatures and finds them pests. They flutter senselessly about his face and though he doesn't like cause the death of anything unnecessarily, he will not hesitate to take a fore paw and slap them into the ground. He has zero tolerance.
|.| Hot, humid, and muggy weather ;; If it gets too warm for him, Ming Yue will ascend to higher altitudes until the air cools off in the evening.
|.| Passive Males or Overly Aggressive Males ;;

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Location :: Wuyi Shan, China

Climate :: Subtropical ;; with an annual temperature around 64°F and annual precipitation of at least 86.6 in. Cooler, wetter conditions prevail at higher altitudes and winters can be snowy on the highest peaks. Broadleaf evergreen forests dominate the lower elevations; their tree species yield to deciduous and needleleaf evergreen trees at higher elevations.

Extra Information :: Bedrock lithology at Wuyi Shan is dominated by tuff, rhyolite, and granite in the western part. Red sandstone is common farther east. The elevation ranges from 200 m (656 ft) to 2,158 m (7,080 ft). The terrain is rugged with cliffs and high peaks.
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Background :: (Optional, though most adopters fill this part out and it is used as the main attraction in the judging of form. 2,500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. Quality of content is valued over the quantity of words.)

Introduction

Tragedy, noun, a serious play with an unhappy or disastrous ending brought about by fate, moral weakness in a character, etc.

My father had always told us that life was the grandest play of all. . . but, I doubt he ever saw what was coming. No one can. We just stumble blindly, run without caution, and dance with naiveté in the play that is our life. Would knowing our future be any better? I have asked myself that question more times than I care to admit. Something within me can't seem to let go of the past and move on. It was different then. . . so much has changed.

The Beginning

When I was young, the world was always fasinating and full of wonder. Under the protection of my father and the care of my mother, I could explore and experience the natural flow of life under their watchful eyes. But, as I grew older the world grew uglier. At first I wondered if I had something to do with that, but my father reassured me that I had nothing to do with the state of things. What was the state of things? I asked quietly, feeling confused. What seemed to bring happiness and joy just years ago always had a flip slide that was filled with dark things, like death, destuction, and sinfulness. The state of the world is that it is broken. My father had told me, I think I gaped at him. I really don't know why, but my relizations were so sudden and this came as another shock. The world. . . broken. I couldn't really wrap my small brain around such a concept. However apalling I had originally found this, I learned two very important lessons from my father :: o1.} If you seek to change the world, you must first change yourself. & o2.} Always seek to find the positive side of things. There always is one.

We Learn By Example

Okay, okay. I have to talk about something that is fun to remember and to relate. My father is incredible. Really. He was the one who went out and taught me to hunt, how to embrace myself as I am - wild, strong, energetic, curious. I loved the days we would sit out under a bright moon and he would always start with, "Oh look, Ming Yue, your namesake." I would smile, but somehow he could always tell when I doubted myself. The days I did he would casually mention how quick I was or how I did something that he was proud of. Then my father would start teaching me something incredible about the world, always looking for the amazement that was sure to show on my face.

First one Mother, then the Next

Our first real family issue came later in the summer when I was seven, quite on my way to adulthood. It was a beautiful evening and we usually spent our evening time hunting. More and more often my mother volunteered herself so that my father and I could practice perfecting my skills in certain areas. That was nice of her, wasn't it? Yan always came back with enough food for all of us, but her attitude became so terse around my father and occasionally myself when I attempted to speak to her. Turns out, hunting was just her cover for meeting some male who I never learned the name of. . . I never really forgave her for hurting my father and didn't learn until I was at least ten that her actions also deeply affected me.

Jia Li was young when she and my father met- she had never had a mate. But, something about my father won her over, I guess. My first reaction was that I didn't trust her. Another mother?! I thought I was through with them. But, Jia Li proved me wrong. She is the essence of kindness, gentleness, beauty, and love. An excellent mother, if I do say so.

Endearment

Playful, cheerful, gentle, kind. These words describe my dear sister, Xia. She was the joy of the family, literally. I tried to have a positive attitude most of the time, but Xia really nailed that job. You couldn't help, but be friendly to her back. Though she was born so much later in life than I was, I felt very protective over her, but a good deal less than my father did. I loved playing with her and entertaining her when she was a very young cub and then having conversation with her as she grew older.

That's How it Goes Sometimes

I'm assuming you're not quite sure how the dots connect here. This part of the story deeply weaved through my life and this information that has been presented. What really crushed my happy an contented life with my family was death. Death in all it's sadness and sorrow. It takes away the joy from the deep well that is your heart and you feel so. . . empty. My father now quite old, graying and potbellied, came back from his quiet meditation in the mountains to find his beloved mate, Jia Li quite ill from some viral disease we believe she caught from the muddy water down near where the humans live. Distraught may be an understatement. Smilis aren't healers! We didn't know what to do, nor were my father and I aware that Xia was missing. We know now that she in her distress over her mother journeyed up to the mountains to find some herb that she thought would help. I ran off to find her. We had a heavy spring rain that night and it was very difficult trying to run through underbrush over heaps of rocks up a mountain soaked through. I didn't find Xia until the next morning. But, I knew what happened to her. There was a puddle of rain water then some smooth stone, in the dirt a saw horrible markings. My stomach flipped as I saw claw marks on the edge of the cliff. I sat up there for much longer than I meant to in the realization of my grief. When I finally made my way back to the family den, I heard a piercing cry. It belonged to my father. Jia Li was dead. And death had taken Xia as well. All in the same night.

{{ AH! I am S O bummed I didn't get to have more time working on this. I went for a suprise 14 mile bike ride. The suprise was the 14 miles. . . Hopefully, you will be able to see all the potential Ming Yue has and how dedicated I am to him. If not oh, well. }}

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