BoardToTheEnd wrote:Pet's ID Tag: #37
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Name You'd Choose for It: Tajo
Species/Breed: A mixture of colors and breeds has produced Tajo, a mutt of some sort. The genes of diverse wolves and dogs lead to the unique color of his fur and the strange markings. He's not sure what to think of his family tree. Sometimes he worries that others will criticize himself for it. He can't change it, though, so he does his best to be at peace with it.
Gender: A strong and brave male.
Reason You Want It: Tajo looks... beautiful, to say the least. He's a very handsome guy and sort of resembles Srebrny. Taking both of these things into account, I decided he'd be a good start in looking for relations. He'd be her brother. I would order art of them, write about them as I have Srebrny, and help him find a nice mate to have pups with.
History/Background/Other: Born with two siblings, Tajo grew up with a lot of love from his parents and his sister. Their other pup, a brother, was somewhat quiet. He didn't much talk to the others and preferred to explore alone. His sister, Srebrny, was very energetic, however, and he fell somewhere in the middle. He was very mature all the time. All he ever really wanted was order, and that was what he tried to maintain. That was very difficult with a sister like his. She was always running around causing trouble, and young Tajo had troubles keeping up with her. Now he's much faster. She did teach him a bit, like reminding him that everyone needed a bit of fun, but he knew he would always be the same. He was like the police. No rules should be broken around him. Everything was serious, unless it wasn't meant to be. Down time was the only time he would relax and just chill. When they were eight months old, they had moved to a new territory by other packs. Everyone lived under a truce. There was no trespassing, no stealing, and everyone seemed to abide by the rules. They held a meeting. All the pups really were concerned about was meeting others of their age, so they found someone that looked sociable and ran over to them. Tajo met a somewhat snobby pup. She held a certain charm, even if she wasn't the kindest thing around. They met and talked. Srebrny realized then that her brother wasn't getting onto her as much, and that he wasn't around too much. She started requesting he play with her more, but he always said he was busy with his new friend. It saddened her. One day, she was pestering him to do something with her, but he was focused on the girl and completely ignoring her. She jumped onto his back when anger got to her and demanded he pay attention to his family. The female he was with knocked her off. Somehow, the loving sister stumbled and fell into the river. She eventually made it to the bank. Water weighed down her pelt as she lie on the bank, panting heavily. The cloudy day made it take awhile to dry her fur. Tajo apologized and started splitting time better, but he still visited the girl. He began trying to have more fun then too, so as to better relate to his sister and the other pups. He's now grown to be three years old, and is mates with the female.
Art: Might make or order some~
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Charchar2 wrote:██ kennel 21
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★ _______"why should i tell you my name?"
Well, I'll tell you then. Alton -- that's it. Just Alton. No middle name, no last name, not that he's told anyone at least. Alton means 'dawn,' which is rather contradicting of his appearance, of course. He dislikes telling people his name, so he never really has to explain it to anyone -- I've got no clue either. My best guess, though, is that it symbolizes something deep inside him -- a bit of warmth, of kindness, that he keeps hidden away, like the early sun that might rise into the dark night sky ... but I digress. Alton is his name, nicknames are absolutely out of the question, and that's it._________________
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“If writers wrote as carelessly as some people talk, then adhasdh asdglaseuyt[bn[ pasdlgkhasdfasdf.”
― Lemony Snicket_______"personality? that's getting a bit personal ... just go away, won't you?"★ ★Alton is not exactly a friendly lil social butterfly. Like, at all. He prefers the company of one creature- himself. Being around others makes him feel awkward and irritable. He's very introverted and parties are pretty much his worst enemy. He leaves his door locked pretty much 24/7 and if someone rings the doorbell, chances are he won't answer, unless they absolutely won't go away and are distracting him from his writing. Oh- his writing! Alton is an author, well, sort of. He's never actually published any of his works -- he's much too shy and would hate for others to read his writing. However, he's certain his writing is good enough to get published. Nobody really knows though, as he's never let anyone read it. In fact, it takes quite a bit of reconnaissance to learn he's an author at all, as he rarely ever speaks to others and when he does, it's lovely little snippets such as "Go away" or that sort of endearment, nothing about his writing. Although on the outside he's cold, rough, and rude, his writing is the way he expresses his true feelings, the ones he veils in his icy exterior to protect them. Alton writes fantasy, only fantasy, marveling to himself at the way a few clicking keys on a typewriter can bring to life his colorful, magical fantasylands. He has fascinating and bizarre ideas, and he often loses himself in writing for days at a time. He has an incredible amount of muse and will often write continuously. However, he isn't very patient. Often in the middle of a story or novel, if he loses inspiration or motivation, he'll just stop, point-blank. Rip the paper off the typewriter, and that unfinished story will join the many stacks of paper around his house, of both finished and unfinished works. His house is absolutely full of these stacks, and he never bothers to organize them. Some days, when he feels he needs a pick me up, he'll grab a stack and read it through, reveling in the magical world inside, leaving this cold, dark, rainy one behind. His writing more than makes up for the social company he lacks, and he doesn't miss having the companionship of actual living things all. He wonders why anyone would- why would someone want the company of contrary, treacherous, potentially lying, fighting, teasing, manipulating creatures when he has a full stack of perfect ones right here? That will do whatever he wishes; never argue; always listen; and it's up to him to decide what happens to them, just as much as he may decide what happens in his life, or even more. Writing is his escape; he couldn't live without it. But he doesn't want anyone interrupting his paradise of words and magic ... so he's alone. Always, alone.
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[just popping up this art I've ordered in case I don't have time to work it into my form cx]
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