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Name: Kawaii {Kuh-why}
Nickname: Kai {Kye}
Species: Dingo
Age: 17 {In canine years}
Personality: Kawaii is loving, respected, and emotionally strong. She is feminine and acts like a lady, but she’s not afraid to get dirty and have a good fight. Although she doesn't like being told to do things, she will do them if it is for the best. Kawaii has a few aquaintices among her tribe, but her only true friend is a raven name Dezeradi that accompanies her everywhere.
When scared, startled, or in any kind of danger, Kawaii instantly goes into a protective, defensive, very-alert mode, it doesn't matter who she's with, all that matters is protecting them. After years of training in defense in her tribe, Kawaii can be very lethal. Although she doesn't want or need any more good friends other than Dezeradi, she's always looking for a soulmate, but fears she'll never find one. She is gorgeous in both looks and soul, but she's not very self-confident and can be a bit intimidating sometimes.
Kawaii is one of those creatures who could sit for hours at a time and just think about life. About why certain things happen, about why she is the way she is, and why time is the way it is. She's a very deep thinker and can often feel like she's in a different world, surrounded by her thoughts. For Kawaii, dreams aren't just images conjured up by the unconscience mind, they're looking glasses to the future, signs about what her life is coming to. When something happens in her dream, Kawaii expects something like it to happen in real life. Although she believes in her dreams, Kawaii doesn't believe in sorcery, witchcraft, or superstitions. She especially doesn't believe in sacrifices.
The way Kawaii sees it, the death of someone only affects one person.
Likes: Dreaming, thinking about the future, wondering what people are thinking, having people admire her, setting her own rules, being respected, looked up to, and helping others. She also likes the wind, darkness, and prefers cool weather over hot weather. She loves the way soft grass feels under her paws and like being in wide open clearings where she can watch the moon. Her favorite colors are purple and blue, but she prefers darker shades of them. Kawaii also likes making jewelry and other things in her spare time.
Dislikes: Worrying about whether or not she'll ever find her soulmate, being forced to do things without a purpose, bot being able to know what others are thinking, not getting any sleep, being woken up, extreme brightness or heat, feeling helpless, being alone when she wants company and surrounded when she wants to be alone, seeing groups or couples and wondering why she couldn't be like that, too much noise, keeping secrets, incorrect grammar, being soaked with water, and thinking of all the things she could've done better in her life.
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Whether you believe it or not, there are other worlds.
Worlds of animatronic experiments, worlds of bloodthirsty creatures, and worlds like mine.
But trust me, none of them are worth living in.
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Welcome to my world.
So, you see, I used to live in a tribe where witchcraft and sacrifices supposedly worked. A tribe where we believed in mighty gods that made everything happen. A tribe where I was one of the most respected tribe members, even though I only had one friend.
That was, of course, before the cheif decided I was supposed to be a sacrifice.
At that point, I decided to run away. I had never believed in any of the crazy things the rest of my tribe believed in, and the only creature that was also against it was my best friend, Dez. As a quick add-in, I suppose I should mention Dez is a raven, he's beautiful really, with feathers darker than night, plus he's the only raven I've ever known and my only friend.

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[Lirrie]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 24



Name: Arannia
Nickname: Ara (Perfers to be called this)
Species: Grey Wolf

Personality:

'Ara the Loner' is what most call her; an odd nickname, for...she is quite the opposite, despite what some think. Really, she is not a 'lone wolf', reserved and uncomfortable around others, who would rather run alone, away from the comfort of others' warm fur, prefering to spend her days alone...no. She loves her pack, more than she could possibly say, for no explanation could truly express her feelings. Though...due to certain circumstances...she cannot be with them, despite what she may want. For her every star that glitters in the deep, indigo sky, there's a wish that she could be with them once more; almost never ending.

She loves to run, almost more than anything. She loves the feeling of the icy wind whipping around her fur, the extraordinary sensation of speed that makes her heart soar, as if her four paws were accented with feathery wings, and she could take flight. Due to this, she loves hunting, it's one of her favorite things...probably due to this!

Ara had a mate, though he no longer is with her; he was killed in a pack fight, a war between wolves, which had taken place because of their relationship together. Though every day she dreams of him, remembering the past and thinking about him; every night gazing up at the stars, she hopes that, someday, she can move on, and maybe love once more.

Ara is quite a sensitive soul; one to just enjoy life. True, she can be happy-go-lucky and carefree at times, and infuriated at others, her azure eyes blazing...but mostly, above all, she is happy to be alive. She knows, despite how hard it might be to think about, that she could have been killed by her pack, as law deems it, but she is, of course, very glad she wasn't, and despite challenges, enjoys life just the way it is.

A fierce fighter, Ara will never give up, no matter what, even if it seems impossible for her to win. Never backing down on a challenge, she willingly leaps into battles, even if the odds seem against her at first sight. After all, she does take an unusual, but not unfair approach to winning battles. Many wolves say that, unlike some others, she seems to plan out exactly what she does before she carries it out; her moves strategic and always knowing what she's going to do, graceful and swift. Her greatest strengths are her speed and agility, and she is sure to use these whenever it is needed. Ara moves with grace and skill, and is a challenging opponent in battle.

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Ara likes to be one the move and is only happy when she is. Her strengths are spped and agility and she loves to use them as they often are used while running. Ara is happiest on a hunt while she runs down her prey. She loves to take cold dips in the lake by her den in the summer as it often gets very hot. Ara loves to watch pups play and is in awe or their antics.

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Background

In a world of
deciet and treachery
above all lies the pack law
those who break it are shown no mercy...

Ever since I was a young pup, before I even left the musty darkness of the den, when I cuddled up to my mother and littermates, I was told of pack law...and the punishments dealt to those who broke it. It was the frame of our society, the rules of our life. And they were very important, we were told, never to be broken by any wolf. And...if they were, discipline would undoubtedly follow.

In many ways, pack law told us a lot to help us in our life as wolves; rules that were expected to be followed by all of our kind. Not to hunt or intrude on another pack's territory, not to ever to steal another wolf's kill unless you had been formally invited to share, and, most important, the one law that we were reminded of more than any others, the one that was above all of the others...never to find love outside of the pack.

If a packmember dared defy this rule, punishment was dealt with swiftly and accordingly; without any mercy. I was constantly hearing the laws recited, and I was always reminded of them until I knew them by heart. And...I never expected that someday, far from when I was I was just a pup, I would break one of them...no, the law, the most important of all that had ever been told to me. Nor did I predict the countless events that would follow.


The rumble of pawsteps thudded the ground, along with the rythmic, melodious sound of thundering hooves. The swift, lithe buck leapt the fallen tree, speckled with moss and fungi with ease, his head tossed backwards to keep him balanced as he landed, his eyes flashing in the dim light. With a swing of his velvety horns, he dodged around a large oak, and took off once more, his hooves thrumming the ground as he kicked up frayed leaves and twigs. A flash of silvery and white fur bounded through the trees, her azure eyes glinting in the moonlight like pools of sapphire. With great grace, she raced through the forest, dodging around trees, hot on the deer's trail. Without pausing, the magnificent wolf leapt over the fallen log without hesitation, landing on the other side without stumbling on the leaf-littered ground. Several more dark sillouhetes followed her, though they didn't increase their pace; knowing all too well that they were no match for her speed. It was well-known that Ara was the fastest, most agile wolf in the pack, and one of the most cunning, as well. It was this quick-thinking and skill that kept every wolf in the pack fed, and had earned her the honored rank of lead hunter.

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No wolf saw the dark, ominous shadow that darted in front of them, racing through the dimly-lit forest, though for a single moment the shimmer of a sleek pelt glinted between the trees; though he did not go completely unnoticed.
Beneath the twinkling ebony sky, a gentle wind rustled the treetops, bringing a gentle, soothing sound throughout the forest, melodic and calming. Though...that was not all.

Pausing in his tracks, a lithe, muscular wolf narrowed his striking golden eyes, stiffening. Cautiously, he peered around and inhaled, an odd, foreign scent wafting towards him. Teeth bared in a silent snarl, hackles raised, he slowly began to pad forward, head low and threatening. "What's wrong, Long Fang?" a harsh, deep voice called, addressing the crouching figure.

Starting, Long Fang perked his ears, pausing before he answered, intent on the rustling of the forest, the strange, unfamiliar scent clear in his mind. "Well?" the voice prompted, and an older, sleek ebony and silver wolf emerged from the shadows, halting behind the younger wolf. "I...I thought I smelled a rogue," Long Fang answered, though his voice was somewhat of a murmur, through gritted teeth. Flashing a glance around, he scented the air, though any trace of the scent had vanished, the possible threat seeming to have passed. Shaking himself, he forced himself to flatten his fur, though his scruff still prickled slightly as he scanned the clearing. "Nevermind," he spoke, after a moment, chasing the odor from his thoughts, "I must have been imagining things." With a shake of his head, ears twitching, Long Fang turned to join the others, forcing the thought out of his mind.

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Focused on the feeling of the wind whipping at her silvery fur, and the extraordinary sense that she was flying above the ground, Ara savored the moment, feeling thrill and excitement flood her from ears to tailtip. She loved running, it was the one thing that she enjoyed above all; she always felt a rush of excitement whenever she was on a hunt and raced ahead to pursue the pack's target. Though the buck wasn't aware of it, he was heading for a dead-end; and, though he would surely try to fight...he wouldn't win. The wolves were strength in numbers, and with their cunning they would surely outwit the deer. The pack would feast that night; Ara knew that with all of her heart. With rejoicing howls, they would sing of triumph and thankfulness for the buck that would nourish the entire pack, from the alphas to the newborn pups.

Suddenly, jerking her from her thoughts, an ebony shadow descended in front of her, keeping pace beside her, eyes glinting. His rogue wolfscent was strong, heavy in the air, but she was determined not to be distracted; she must keep her mind on the hunt. Instead of challenging him, she simply growled, "Who are you?", though she didn't lose concentration of her task. Soon they were getting close to where a high, jagged cliff blocked any escape, and soon the deer would realize its mistake, and would turn, horns lowered in a challenge, prepared to fight. Ara knew that, not far behind, the other packmembers were gradually catching up; she could hear the pounding of paws on dirt and the rustling of leaves as they pushed through the scraggly bushes and dodged through trees.

"I am Solitude," she heard the foreign wolf say, his voice sounding deep yet...oddly comforting. Taken aback, Ara glanced over at him, disregarding the hunt for a moment to take him in. He was completely, from eartip to the end of his tail, a deep shade of ebony, as if he was a shadow of the night sky that stretched above them. Even his eyes seemed to be black, and she felt as she could get lost in their irises friendly, calm depths. She could also tell he had a true passionate for hunting, his paws thundering the ground, his velvety black tail sweeping out behind him, his pitch black fur shining in the milky moonlight. Glancing away from the new wolf...Solitude, for a moment, Ara felt her heart thunder in her chest, pounding with a feeling she hadn't felt much before, though she wasn't quite sure...or she just didn't want to admit what it was. Glancing back up at him for a second,her azure eyes meeting his deep, almost ebony, she felt her silvery fur grow hot, and she forced herself to look away, a thought, repeated since she was a pup ringing in her ears, though secretly she knew that she didn't want to listen. 'Just...just stop it, Ara...he's not a part of the pack. And you know what that means...and you know it...there can be no feelings for him. No matter what....'


Note to Altwood: If i dont finish here i will continue her story on my writing site.



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[Lizbutt]

I WOULD LIKE TO ADOPT
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I would like to adopt!
Number: 7
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Name: Lumi
Species: Domestic Dog, but with a genetic mutation of some sort.
Personality: Lumi is outgoing, her name means river. She's funny, a bit of a clutz, but playful, and friendly.
Likes: People, meeting other canines, swimming, and pancakes.
Dislikes: The dark, and listening to people.
Background: Lumi was born to a female dog, on the city streets of New York. It was cold, rainy, and busy as ever, her lullaby was the hum of the cars zipping past. Her mother left the pups, there was only three, because she couldn't look after them longer. There wasn't enough food. The pups stayed together, for safety, and just to have a friend when they were scared or lonely. Months after months, the pups stayed together, but after a while, they went their separate ways. She, along with her siblings, walked the streets, scavenging for food, as she was pinned, and caught by Animal Control. They did a few experiments, and mixed the one injection with.. well.. blue food dye! Now, she's the unique pup she is today, strutting fearlessly after escaping.
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She would have a page on my character thread, and I've always loved Spotty art. ^^ Last time I applied, I was confused beyond recognition, and lost. I feel that she was made customly for me, as, I love the color blue. Haha, anyway, thanks for reading! I hope I get her.

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[mokapi]

I would like to adopt!

Number: 16.


Name: Mayet.
Origin: A play on the name Ma'at, who existed to the Egyptians as a goddess who was portrayed as both the epitome of truth and divine wisdom. It is against her ostrich feather that the hearts of the dead are weighed. I consider Mayet to be among her "daughters", though not truly so.

Species: While she is truthfully little more than a "foundation" Egyptian dog, she could most easily be described as an Ibizan hound x Eastern Imperial eagle.

Personality:

Though things like compassion are beyond her, Mayet is by both nature and command a gentle creature; she is meant to be understood as something wholly virtuous in a world that is steeped in treachery. She is, without argument, the embodiment of truth, accidentally given a somewhat physical form- "somewhat" because her body is one that is seen as perfection by her creators, yet cannot be seen by those who do not possess divinity. Even those who are self-righteous enough to believe they communicate directly with the gods cannot sense her. This fact, known innately since the dawn of her existence, affects her greatly, and often leads to a great deal of frustration. When she first blossomed into being- full-grown and knowledgeable- the limitations of the humans' comprehension of the world astounded her to the point of utter exasperation. Despite her most valiant attempts to enlighten the men she contacted, their minds were typically closed to her presence and it was enough to drive her nearly mad.
Yet from this proliferated a deep-rooted curiosity in all things involving these humans that she was left to assist. Their culture, their traditions, their beliefs and history and land- she desired to know all of it. The Egyptians became, in Mayet's mind, her people. They were essentially her charges, after all, and what better way to prove to be an asset to them than by learning how to approach and, in a way, exploit their weaknesses so that they could better understand what she was trying to convey? And so for a time longer than is describable, she set her mind to this task with an incredibly fierce tenacity- which then developed into an enthusiastic hunger, especially in respect for the masterpiece that is the human heart. The emotions that lay there, dormant or not, intrigued her to end. They were so fickle with them, and the heart itself was so prone to injury that Mayet quickly realized why humans lived such short lives: they simply wore themselves out. They exhausted themselves with their heaps of needing to feel, always to feel, and she was torn between something akin to a shallow sense of loathing for it and jealousy for not being able to experience things as they do. At the same time, however, she understands that she is fortunate for not having a resounding need to maintain bonds with fragile lives that have the potential to cause her harm in the future.
It is difficult for her to consider "relationships" or "friendships", as she is meant to be an independent, solitary being- if she was not, then there is a good chance she would not have such a limited range of sentiments. Mayet definitely feels, at times, minute bursts of what could be called "passion" towards certain souls she comes in contact with, particularly if they seem receptive, innocent, and naively oblivious to what will befall them. She is a selfless and somewhat altruistic creature, but is legitimately restricted in what she may do and consequentially is restricted in what she feels, seemingly for the sake of her own health. And so instead of attempting to form useless bonds, she instead turns to the silent gods of the underworld- her favorite place by far- and the souls that approach them. It is a source of amusement, annoyance, and, on occasion, something similar to regret. In the underworld, too, stays the one being that she sincerely finds appealing; she and Ammit are not true friends, but rather share the same fate thrust upon them by the gods.
Despite not being completely appreciative of the gods' decision, she, like all other beings, respect them and upholds their law- Mayet especially. She is respectful as well of the humans, who, despite their inherent inability to see the world as they should, do seem to try their best and make do with what they create. Mayet sees no fault in this, though she does wish that the gods give them a bit more direction. They are weak-willed and lacking a great deal of general sense, after all, and so she nearly pities them, partially because they could never attain the wisdom that she has.
Wisdom and her even temperament are definitely two of her more admirable traits, and they definitely serve her well, for her task is not for one with a lack of patience. Waylaying those who cannot see you and trying to convince them of something that they may not be expecting at all is not a simple task, and this is where both her wisdom and even-tempered behavior fall into play: she can sense who to accost multiple times, and can hold her tranquil spirit through it all- yet she also knows whose dreams to relinquish, for there is no sense in wasting her time (and, fundamentally, the time of other poor souls) on those who do not wish to see. Despite these traits, however, she is not reservedly soft-spoken or meek- yes, the majority of the time she is quiet and generally unobtrusive, but with particularly important truths she is obstinately adamant and will aggrandize her words or the severity of the event. This is usually a last resort, however, and is not always completely effective.
Mayet is, without doubt, one of the most intelligent creatures you could ever meet- though she is not all-knowing like the gods, a certain generalized level of astuteness was imbued within her from the start and her hundreds of years on the earth has certainly done her well. It was written before that she surrounded herself with information about the humans, but it did not stop there, for alongside her curiosity of them lay a indomitable thirst for knowledge about, essentially, everything else. And so she spends a great deal of time each day developing short-lived theories on different things- short-lived because she is able to see several possible explanations at once, and goes through them immediately, discarding those that make less than perfect sense and perfecting and expanding on those that she feels have merit.
Likely because of her naturally seraphic soul (and her relations with the gods), Mayet has a strong sense of ethics and fairness; though she does not truly judge others, one of the key reasons why she cannot muster true pity for the humans is because she has never seen a man or woman without sin, and sins must be dealt with with the time comes.

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Females: Though she can never be sure, Mayet has come to expect that the majority of women take her warnings to heart- her belief is that they are naturally blessed with a far stronger sense of intuition, and therefore can tell the difference between a dream that is just that and a dream that speaks of events to pass. This is essentially where their appeal ends, however, for she has seen them do wicked things.

Viewing the ceremonies of the dead, particularly the rite of weighing hearts: Once their souls wander to the Halls of the Two Truths, every dead soul has their wrongs read to them by Anubis and has their heart weighed against the feather of Ma'at- if it is even, then they may travel on to the afterlife, to the Fields of Hetep and Iaru. If it weighed more, their heart was cast to Ammit, the Great of Death, the Devourer, and they would cease to exist entirely. While there remains a slight sense of morbidity in Mayat's keenness for watching this ceremony, it is not for a reason that would point to poor character: it is simply that she has visited many of these dead souls before; many of their deaths could have been prevented if they had realized her message. In a way she keeps track of her process of understanding the humans- the less souls she recognizes, the better.

Ammit: Though her level of intelligence is only slightly above the average dog, it is enough for she and Mayet to crudely communicate. While Mayet cannot feel true pity, she feels something similar for Ammit, who is forever forced to condemn the dead to an even worse fate and is feared for it. Mayet thinks that no one apart from a few gods truly want to be feared, and to be forced to commit acts that cause this trepidation is unprincipled, yet she can say nothing about it.

Other canines, particularly domestic dogs: Perhaps it is because of the physical similarities, but either way Mayet enjoys being around them. They cannot communicate, but they can sense her. Jackals as well are regarded in the same fashion, but they remind her of Anubis- who, strangely enough, is one of her least favorite deities.

Emotions: While she is truly glad that she is not immersed in them in the same way that humans are, she knows that they are valuable to the humans and because of that they are of semi-value to her. Her earliest observations of these, especially of love, astounded her, and she became infinitely inquisitive. With the knowledge that emotions tend to make the humans feel more strongly about something, she tries to approach them during times when she can sense that their hearts are beating hard with any sort of thick sentiment, whether it be anger, fear, or sadness. Over the millennia she has been in this world, Mayet has become efficient at deciphering emotions.

Her duties to the gods, and to the world: Although there have been innumerable times that she has considered forsaking her responsibilities, Mayet knows that for two reasons she cannot: one, without her the native people of her lands would be even more at a loss than they are now, and two, because rather than eliminating her at her accidental creation, they allowed her to continue existence and entrusted her with an immensely important role.

Curiosity: Mayet believes that at the core of knowledge is curiosity, and that it is one of the most quintessential traits a human can bear, for it makes them want to expand the boundaries of their understanding- and what could be more important in such an ever-changing world? It is the curious humans, too, that seem to be more accessible, something she greatly appreciates.

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The pyramids: While beautiful, the great pyramids stand only as tombstones for the slaves that built them and testaments to the greed and, ultimately, the fear of a few men who are of no more importance to the world than the hundreds of others that they forced to slave over the limestone. They are the first thing to catch one's eye- huge, white, and gleaming- but it seems many forget the lives that were wasted because of this.

The pharaohs: It is not so much the men themselves as it is their characteristics: They are egotistical, power-hungry, covetous beasts of men that use the names of the gods to back their own nefarious plans. While true hate is not in her disposition, she dislikes them as much as it is in her nature to do so. Their arrogance consistently hinders her attempts to reach them- for why a man who believes he holds the world at his fingertips believe something whispered to him in a dream? A warning of death- folly, surely. A warning of an approaching plague- impossible, for he keeps the temples well-stocked and those the gods well-appeased, or so he believes.

Mourning: It seems that even from the underworld, humans can still cause each other pain. The women especially seem to fall into such great bouts of depression that they become impossible to reach at all- I have seen them starve themselves, and wreck their homes, and forget about the beautiful things that they previously adored. They become leeches, siphoning the good from others and turning it into more despair. It is both strange and wretched to watch- all they can think about is their own desolation, and it is then that I once again will remember why I cannot pity these humans. They are more than willing to waste their lives away over someone who cannot hear, see, or feel them than they would to better themselves. I can appreciate death. When something dies, the ending of that life-force will strike up another. Death, life- they are forever in balance, whether you believe so or not.

Small-mindedness: Of course, she does not mean this towards the progression of the humans' culture- it is no concern of hers- but rather to their ability to hear and feel her presence, and to understand what she is trying to say. Younger children- who she typically stays away from- and women are the easiest to deliver her messages to, but men, especially those in power, are quick to be dismissive.

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Morality. Truth. Balance. Justice. Such are the things my soul is composed of. I am the purest Akh, but I am not dead and I am not separated into the five existing pieces that you are. I am timeless. I am in dreams and I am in nightmares, though whether or not your subconscious mind chooses to delegate me a form in these reveries is no concern of mine. I cannot control your mind's eye; I can only weave visions to aid you. I may walk beside your shadow and whisper omens with veracity- yet, will you opt hear me? I cannot cradle your heart or accost you with tangible signs. I am not a shield from pain, only a source of truth. I cannot tell you lies and thus I cannot lead you astray.

Yet just because there exist limitations on what I may effectuate, it certainly does not mean that the same applies to where I may wander- and wander I certainly do. I have visited the pharaohs in their chambers just as often as I have visited the underworld. Indeed, I have conversed more than is likely comfortable with Anubis himself, and I dare-say Ammit is not nearly as frightening as depicted- she is simply tired. Viewing nothing but the dead for an infinite millennia cannot bode well for one, and she is just as much an animal as any beast of burden, and just as spent. She cannot alter her position in the gods' plans any more than I.

When I was created, I remember feeling as if a great light was filling me, though it was strangely heavy and coursed through my body with a thick sort of reassurance. With its development, I began to understand, and to know, and to realize that I was here for a distinct purpose. Even then, my thoughts were not limited, nor my instincts, and with little more than an impatient prodding I was sent off- or cast away? I suppose it depends on how you approach the situation. I tread a metaphysical plane, and it is on this same level of the universe that the gods walk- but also intangible things like dreams and nightmares, and, occasionally, hopes and fears. Quite clearly it is the first in which I deal with, though the latter prove to be quite useful in determining the route I take to appeal to a human's subconscious.

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Do I feel loneliness? Perhaps. I know I am the only one of my kind, a mistake of the gods'. But I am not lonely as you would imagine it, however. You see, my spectrum of emotion is far more limited than yours- I have never felt the burden of sadness or distrust or betrayal. I know the concept of love, but it is not a sentiment that I will experience. There are times, rare times, when I will perceive a strong desire for the truth- for me, essentially- in someone's heart, and it is these people that I am most drawn to. I can feel their confusion, or their pain (for it is not that I cannot feel at all, only that I cannot feel for myself apart from a few shallow emotions that are hardly excuses for yours), and it is during these times that I wish that I could speak directly to them. How efficient possessing the gift of tongues would truly be for someone such as myself- and for my recipients. I have other ways of communicating of course, but these are only in dreams and their implication and significance are not always interpreted correctly. Only others forged by the gods may hear me, though they are not known for their willingness to prattle. I have better luck with Ammit.

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I have stood beside slaves as they toil with limestone and granite, I have lain next to the greatest of kings as they salvaged their last breath, and I have accompanied embalmers as they prepared those kings. The lives of men are so short, and so few are consequential to any but other men who will live equally short lives, and will be of equal inconsequence. But when they do die, their mourning consumes them. They cannot feel past what they are feeling in that moment, and thus they cannot feel me. Their dogs growl at my presence, and it is dismissed. I am not always glad to be invisible. It is decent enough, I suppose, when I am not dream-walking- and yet I cannot help but believe that the perversive nonchalance your race cleaves to, your dogged blindness, could somehow be broken if my manifestation was to seem real. Would it be real? Not in your sense, no. I am best described as a ghost, or a spirit, though malevolence is beyond me.

I remember the face and the heart of the first human I contacted just as easily as I remember the first- I can see them all, can feel for any of their hearts. Though because he was my first, I do remember him slightly easier than the rest: tall, with dark markings painted on his face and gold rings on his hands and around the nostrils of his nose. He was tight-lipped with a small chin, but not cruel, and when I saw him softly stroke the top of his hound's head, I believe it was the closest thing to affection I have ever felt. Yet I was naive then, and was not yet aware that every human has several faces. I bid him to not stray from the path he had set himself on lest he fall into despair, but I did not make myself clear enough to him. I saw him standing before Anubis a fortnight later. The scales did not tip even. My shallow sense of fondness turned to what contempt I could muster. I could feel less then than I can now- most likely a consequence of being in such close contact with the humans. Empathy is not a trait I possess, but I am still forced to sense their perpetually emotionally-full hearts. It is not something I can simply block out of my mind. Perhaps the gods made me this way for a reason- involuntarily exposed to emotions nearly every moment of every day for an eternity, yet not able to truly share them.

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I watch this man, watch the remorse well up within him as he stands waiting for his adjudication. He nearly falls as he feels the thunderous voice of the jackal-god before him; it seems as if Anubis is the hand thrust into an already-full cup: The man's contrition spills over, as does the weight of his heart. I can smell his fear- it carries on even through death. Yet I feel no compassion for the olive-skinned human before me; I visited him six months ago with a dire warning. I cannot take the time to meddle in how a single person fares- and after all, he is only a single person. There are more souls here than you would care to believe, I think. I truly do enjoy the underworld, as morbid as it may seem. It is then that a human's true self is revealed, before Anubis, Thoth, Ammit and, more often than not, me.

I exist because I am, not because of you or any other human that I may encounter. And if I do encounter you, please, heed me. I will not appear at your side in dreams to cause fear or distress, but only to keep you from causing such things to yourself. I believe I was made from all the goodwill that the gods could summon for man, and it is goodwill that I pass on to you. I am the one that tries to help you save yourself when there is still time to do so.

Will you hear me?

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[MerryEaster]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 1
Picture:
Name: Cloud
Species: Cat
Personality: He loves the ocean, and very dedicated to his family
Likes: Chocolate, and astronomy
Dislikes: Being without the people he cares about
Background:

I yawned and awoke to the twittering birds. Today was the day me, my mate, who happened to be very cranky, go over the Mississippi river. I stood up and looked around for my crazy mate, but she was nowhere to be found. I looked again and again, until i found a note that said:

"My father came. He came to take me away. Im not sure exactly why, but he absolutely cares nothing for you or our relationship. He said that he will move me far away from you, come back, and kill you. Father also claims im pregnant.....I dont know what i'll do without you. Im sorry. Love you"

I was so sad, and depressed.....I cannot live without her, my mate. How dare her father do such a thing. I had to save her and myself. I walked through the woods, alone, towards the 340 miles long river. I knew i couldnt go alone, but i had no choice. After i had stated i was alone, and small tan owl appeared. "Coo, coo! I hear that your wanting to cross walk the river, to save your beautiful mate, but yet you dont want to go alone?" I nodded, wondering how this owl...read my thoughts? Who cares, i just want to save my love.

I stepped in the cold water. It felt as if my paws were slowly getting frostbite. I turned around to see if the owl was still there. No, the owl had left. I faced forward and padded into more of the freezing water. There was bushes and trees all around me, never had i seen this much growth. All of a sudden, i heard a snapping noise and quickly turned around to see the little owl.

He cooed because i was terrified. Sighing of relieve, i kept on walking, my fur drenched now. The tan owl stopped me and said "Thats a nice marking you got there, on your shoulder..." I nodded because everyone says that. Probably the only reason my mate loved me. After 5 hours of walking 50 miles, i was loosing hope of ever seeing her, or even our bond.

I sighed and fell over. The tan owl flew down to me and perched on my head. I could tell she was worried, that owl. Seemed so sympathetic. With no warning, i passed out in the cold, cold, water.

"Cloudie? Cloudie my love? Cloud! Please, dont die on me!" I heard a female-like voice say, or seeming to chant. Was the owl calling me her love, and calling me Cloudie? Only my mate would say those things, and she, is gone. I slowly opened my eyes to her, my mate. Her eyes lit up like fire, not paying attention, she tackled hugged me. She was so full of excitement she barely noticed she nearly bit me.

I laughed at her and sat on the warm grass. My mate smiled at me. With her eyes still shining. I slowly fell asleep.

With a quick jolt, i realized i was sleeping the whole time. The little tan owl stared at me with worried eyes. "Oh its been 3 days! I thought you had died!" I shook my head slightly and somewhat grinned. The owl flew back in the air with determination glowing in her eyes. I twitched my tail and stood up. We started our long walk yet again, but for real this time, and not in the water.

A day went by and we tackled about 60 miles. We were at about 110 miles from when we started. I felt tired, but ready to see my mate. The tan owl turned around and perched on a nearby tree. Obviously, it was time for a break. But, i wasnt tired. I slept for 3 whole days, and im not stopping again. I gave one last look at the little owl, smiled, and walked further.

It was about midnight when i got about 3-5 miles from when i left the owl. Feeling awful, i stopped and sat down. I stared down into the clear water and thought to myself

'Im such a monster...who would leave a poor, helpless, and small owl alone with predators, after all she has done for you'

After ranting about how awful i was, i heard small owl noises. I turned around to see the little owl flapping its wings to me. "I see that you were hating yourself" She laughed and started flying forward. I started walking. After walking all through the night and morning, we were about 330 miles now. I was surprised. I sat down and rested. I heard a small voice, not the tan owl, but....my mate? Or was i dreaming?

I was for sure i wasnt dreaming. My mate ran to me, and actually tackled me. "I loved and missed you!" I nodded and smiled the biggest smile ever. She for sure wasnt pregnant. She went on and on about her time. I decided not to tell her about my adventure, but she deserves to know...when we get home.

We started our journey back, me, my mate, and the owl. We were all happy, and all was good. We then enjoyed the long walk home.

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I would like to adopt!
Number:27
Picture:
Name: Marcia(keeping the name if won)
Species: Melanistic jaguar
Personality: Very caring, and is trying to save the local ducks
Likes: Duck-helping, and smiles
Dislikes: Poaching
Background:

"Marcia! Marcia! Time for breakfast!" i heard my mother say. I yawned and started walking towards the "dinner table" made completely of wood and leaves. I thought that breakfast smelled good, but i was completely wrong and turned away in horror. My mother, was...eating, ducks and birds. How dare my mother do such a thing. "You monster!" I cried. She looked confused and before a word came out of her mouth, i darted to the place i felt most comfortable in, the meadow.

I layed down on the meadow and just relaxed myself. A small mallard flew next to me. "Hello dear child! Why the long face?" I was irritated but i just smiled. I obviously didnt want to talk. The mallard flew away. I just played with a mouse all day, until a male tiger blocked my ray of sun. I growled at him and he just scowled. I stood up and tried hitting him. He backed up and laughed as i fell flat faced.

He smiled. "Trying to impress me?" I growled and he laughed again. "My name is Jake, yours is?" I stood up and looked him dead in the eye. I lifted up my neck and showed my fancy necklace that had shown my name, Marcia. Jake looked curiously at me. He nodded and sat next to me. I wasnt interested still.

He then said "So, what are you doing out here, alone?"
I was trying to be nice now, so i replied "Im being angry"

He frowned. This tiger had many emotions, that i couldnt handle. I didnt know if it was in a good or bad way, but i was leaning to a bad way.

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Its an epic fail just to let you know.....

[Egaku]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 4
Picture:
Name: Hebi
Species: Snake/Ferret hybrid
Personality: Hebi Gesshirui is a very smart snake/ferret. Since his owner is a master thief, He taught him how to pick locks and to pick pocket so Hebi could come to missions with him. He is very sneaky and cunning.
Likes: Stealing, Picking locks, Eating frogs, and Pocket-picking.
Dislikes: Needles, Birds, Police/Getting caught, Doors, Cats, and Cold weather.
Background:
Hebi was born as a egg in a scientific lab where they did testing on animals. They usually tested the theory of crossing two species of animals, Mammals crossed with reptiles were easily failed experiments. A recently batch of Snake eggs were tested to cross them with a household ferret. All failed, except for one egg.
Trying again and again to recreate the cross, all failed. They treated the egg well so that they didn’t lose their new "creation". After a couple weeks of waiting for the "creation", He hatched. He turned out to be a rare blue snake with long fur. He was more snake than ferret, but he was the first snake with fur! This could change house hold pets forever! The scientists were determined to recreate the same mutation. They tested on him night and day, sticking him with countless needles. He grew older and older, more tired of the everyday poking of that sharp needle. Everyday Hebi would try picking the locks they put onto his cage. Of course they didnt want people to steal their "creation", closer and closer everyday as well. One night when all the scientists had gone, Hebi heard some noises. Thats wierd, all the scientists had gone home....! A strange hooded man became in sight, dressed in all black. He creeped through the lab, searching through drawers, and closets. I guessed a theif. It seemed he wasnt finding anything of interest to him, until he came across the rows of cages. The man searched through everyone quickly until he came across Hebi's at the very end. It had a lock so the man figured it was valuable. The man began to pick as Hebi starred intently at him. The man managed to pick the lock in about 40 seconds, Hebi was amazed. The lock fell to the ground. As the man opened the cage door, Hebi moved to the back of the cage. The man grabbed him quickly and shoved Hebi in a bag, and toke off out the building.
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The man was a master thief from Japan. Instead of selling the creature for a load of cash, he kept the snake cross because he felt a bond with the snake/ferret. He figured the snake would be great on his "stealing" missions. He trained the snake to pick locks, to pick pocket, and to steal.
((Sorry for my crappy story, I liked the story I atleast wish I could have written it alittle better))
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Sorry for any frog lovers XD
I would have never thought about making a snake character, when I saw him I thought it was instant love! His design and uniqueness is amazin' !

[Meadow]

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[White_Wolf_Bane]

I AM STILL EDITING THIS!
I would like to adopt!
Number:
25
Picture:

Name:
Akira
Species:
Kyuubi no Kitsune with Hoshi no tama
Personality:
Akira is kind, calm, and easy-going. She goes with the flow, and trys not to stir up trouble. However, she has a tendency to stand up strongly for what she believes is right without remorse or a second thought. Steming from that, shecan also be stuborn from time to time, even when it has nothing to do with her beliefs. On another note, since she is normally cheerful and caring, she has a hard time turning off those feelings in the event of a betrayl, causing it to end in disaster.
Likes:
Springtime, her hoshi no tama, Ragnorok (my other kitsune charrie, to be explained in the history), cherry trees, climbing, Being a celestial envoy, and relaxing.
Dislikes:
Ragnorok (O.o), bullies and the like, mud ( gets stuck in her fur), being a statue, being chased, not being able to see, and suprises.
Background (Optional, but it gives you a better shot. 2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum. We value quality over quantity, you can have five pages and still say absolutely nothing.):
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