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[loquacious]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
16
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Name:
Luke
Species:
Ibizian hound crossed with an bald eagle
Personality:
-
Likes:
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Dislikes:
-
Background:
Some dogs were born in a home. Some were born in a pound. Where was I born? A test tube.
I was a test tube pup. Birthed into a huge lab with humans in huge white coats, holding needles or prodding
tools, never seen without either one of them.
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[The Lion King]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 15
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Name: Nocturne
Species: Tundra Wolf Canis lupus albus
Personality:

Picture, if you will, a quiet motionless tundra. The season- winter, with snow dusted over the permanently frozen soil. Everything is still, aside from an occasional hare hopping in the cold. The temperature is many degrees below zero and the cold bites through anything like a sharp, jagged knife. The calm is eerie, as if something is about to happen, and something big.

Suddenly, the tundra erupts into a huge snowstorm with winds so strong that it is almost impossible to stand up. Visibility is gone. The surrounding area is white and opaque from the snow. Nothing can be seen through it. The fierce howling winds drive and drive like it's a chase. Your the prey and it's the predator.

It seems as if this has gone for hours, but it is only your mind playing tricks on you. In truth, the raging storm has only been going for about ten or fifteen minutes- but oh, it feels longer. Your at your wits end, your heart is racing and you feel as if there's nothing you can do. Your almost certain this is the end.

Then- then it ends. As suddenly as it came, the storm is gone. Like it was alive, the tundra seems to have returned to normal after its outburst. The snow is calm again, the air still once more. You feel safe again. The land seems to know it's gotten the better of you. It's the superior and your below it. Now that you have accepted that, it may let you live- for now.

A very calm, superior personality fits the wolf known as Nocturne. Born into a high status, she ranks as the alpha female to be after her mother. At a young age she surpassed the skill of her male peers and developed an ego to match. She does not brag nor boast, but clearly sees herself above many of her pack mates.

Nocturne can be described as 'cold'. Some say that she is perhaps, colder than the tundra they live upon. She chooses to avoid company of others, save her close family. She speaks little, finding that narrowed eyes and bared teeth send her message more clearly than words. Most only see her to be cold, cruel, yet calm to them, but those who have been with her on a hunt know far better.

Upon catching just a hint of a scent, Nocturne turns from a silent superior-to a blood-thirsty savage beast. Her pupils become almost non-existent in her ice blue eyes and her face seems to be growl, yet almost laugh at the same time. Some call it insanity. Others, demonic.

Those who have not joined her in the daily quest for food would guess that the need for an entire party wouldn't be necessary. For how much Nocturne has in skill, she lacks in control. Possession, is what they call it; and it drives away her self-control. A party is needed to help slay large, dangerous prey that a lone wolf cannot take down alone. They are also there to maintain Nocturne's sanity.

If she were to go by herself, she would most certainly bring herself to death. For hours, she could fight a rebelling buck, never giving up even if severely wounded. Eventually, Nocturne would loose from lack of strength or a deadly finishing blow, easily avoided if she were her right self.

Nocturne's harsh personality deems her to be an unsuitable mother to pups; she knows this and has made it clear that she will not mate. However, she is also aware that she will need to produce a worthy heir to be alpha and carry on after her. When she will settle down is not known. What is known, is that every male that came to court her was brutally turned down and their self-esteem now plummeted into the ground.

Avoided mainly, she is. Few approach, many stay a distance. The omegas cower and lower their heads in submission when she walks by, cool and calm she knows she is superior. This has been decided, but no one dares challenge it.
Likes: Her place in the pack, toying with the lower members of the pack, the taste of fresh kill, the feeling of superiority she gets right before she takes down large prey, nights when the moon is a waning crescent, and the hard, white snow she lives in.
Dislikes: Pack members who don't know their place, those who talk back to her, kill that has been dead quite a long time, loosing her target, new moons, and heat- something she despises.
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---Winter---Waning Crescent---

I have come to terms that I should record the events of my life, for when I die, others will know the truth of my greatness. No other wolf has done this, but I am not just a wolf. I am the great huntress Nocturne, the worthy successor to my mother- and perhaps even my father.

Tonight marks the night of a waning crescent moon. A new cycle has started, and I have chosen this precise moment to start my history. It symbolizes the night of my birth, and is important to me in ways no one else shall ever know. They say the lone wolf will howl at the full moon. I am not the lone wolf. Remember this.

The night of my birth was dark, dark as the thick, black pelt on my father's back. The only source of light was the moon. High above the horizon, she was shining her pure, white light in the sea of a sky. The winds were low, and the constant snowing of winter had ceased for the night.

My mother lay in small den composed of a few huge boulders collapsed together into a hillside. She was alone. Though the pain was intense, it never phased her. She was a strong creature, she could take it.

The night dragged on and my mother's labor grew more intense by the second. Out, beyond her shelter, she could her the howls of the pack as they sang their sorrows to the moon. Oh how she wished she could join them! But she would not budge, nor make a sound aside from her heavy breathing.

Slowly, my siblings and myself were born to this harsh world. I was the first born out of the four of us, and the only female of the lot. My brothers yipped and competed to be the first to nurse, as did I. However, I made clear that I would always be first from then on. My personality heavily reflected my father's, as my mother would constantly tell me.

My father was our dear, beloved alpha. He was sharp, quite cunning, and had the nastiest temper found in all of the tundra. Feared from a young age, he fought his way up the hierarchy to become our leader. Some people are said to have mean streaks, my father had a nice streak that was almost non-existent.

He met my mother leading the first hunting party of the spring. Something about her pale, white fur and her crystal blue eyes, captivated and stole away his stone heart. They were yin and yang, black and white, existing together. Her calm nature, contrasting with his wild behaviors.

As things like this seem to go, pups quickly followed my parents' romance. Then of course, I was born. A worthy heiress. Believe it.
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My pup years flew by at such fast intervals, I could hardly enjoy a single moment. As soon as we could fend for ourselves, my father placed us into training to become great hunters. Naturally, I succeeded at everyone of his tests and challenges. That was to be expected of course.

The oldest of my brothers, Ares, was closely behind me in progress. Each day it was sort of a competition between us to see who could accomplish more, or impress father the best. Most of these challenges, I aced with ease. It was clear from the start that I was destined for great things.

Sadly, the youngest of my siblings, Orpheaus, was lost to us during an important challenge. We were sent out alone and he became lost in the snow storm, and never seen again. My mother was grieved by the loss, but my father moved on. Orpheaus would never had made a proper successor. He rarely payed attention and fiddled around doing other unimportant things we he should have been training.

With this aside, my brothers and I grew better and stronger everyday. We learned how to easily lead a party through a snowstorm, and sneak up behind a hare before it could notice our presence. We were ready for our first real hunt, the ultimate challenge.

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The day of my first hunt came the day Mother Earth bestowed a particularly cruel snowstorm upon the land. This I was excited for. It proved that my father knew I could handle myself to the most extreme level, and that fact boosted my pride even more.

When my hunting party was brought before me, I curled my lip in disgust. Here were a bunch of lowly, weak pack members that had been thrown together to aid my hunt. Some were older, yet most were younger or of my own age. I looked upon them in scorn. Father and mother save, I only viewed my two brothers as my superiors, since they were male.

My ego annoyed, we faded into the thick storm surrounding us. Here, we tracked and traced the known caribou herd in the area. They were close. I could feel it.

A pale grey wolf next to me quickly pricked his ears ahead of us and stared into the storm. Obviously, the herd was very close by, and so was our kill-to-be. I wanted this to be my day of utmost glory, to please my father, and surpass my brothers.

I acknowledged the scout beside me and told my party that they should not follow me, nor come looking for me if I did not return immediately. This was my day. My kill. They were puzzled, but after a snap of my teeth and a menacing growl, they understood my message perfectly.

I sped off into the storm, leaving the group behind. My nose caught the scent of the kill and I became more and more driven to chase. The herd came into sight, quickly scattering from my sudden rush. It was as if my learnings became of thing of the past and my mind ruled solely on instinct. The physical barriers that would have prevented me from going faster, faded away. My body, my mind, was being controlled by something else. Driven by the need for a kill.

I singled out the huge buck of the herd and chased him over the snowy terrain. His herd had been separated from him, the storm acting as walls to prevent him from going back to them. So I chased him. Long, hard, until he almost collapsed. I could of easily kept going, but my prey had given up.

Slowly, I approached the exhausted animal, an evil grin on my face. He stared up at me, his huge dark eyes wide with fear. Smirking, I ended his life, quickly and effortlessly. Pleased with my work, I turned my head towards the sky and howled to signal my pack to join me in this feast.

The storm had ceased and my howl carried far across the wind to my pack. I stood protectively over my prize, daring anyone to get near to it. Soon, dark shapes appeared on the horizon and trotted over to me. My father, leading, approached me and the kill behind me.

I stood to the side, proudly displaying the results of my first hunt. My father looked up and down the animal, examining him with his golden eyes. Finally, he turned to me, a silent heavy stare was all I needed to know that I had done well. With a shake of his head, he signaled the rest of the wolves to indulge in the spoils, while he himself, faded back into the tundra.

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From then on, I was treated special among the entire pack. Not this this was new to me, but it still felt great when everyone would bow or cower before my form. Superiority, that was the word.

Many a male approached to court me, I turned every single one down. I didn't need love, nor a mate, not now. I was at my full potential and I didn't need to be dragged down in that evil emotion.

My mother has explained, many times, that I must settle at one point and extend the family line. I know this to be true, and I wouldn't let my mother down. Already my brothers have found mates, and are expecting cubs. This is not for me, yet. Not now.

I will continue to be the great huntress that I am. No one has surpassed me, no one shall. My father will forever be proud of me. I will become alpha someday and lead this pack to glory. But for now, I must end my tale. My waning crescent calls. I must tell her my sorrows and my tales. For I never howl at the full moon.

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I would like to adopt!
Number:
#27
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Name:
Marcia
Species:
Melanistic Jaguar
Personality:
Marcia is a calm and patient young jaguar, who always stood out from the others. But she didn't really care, she preferred smaller groups anyway. Her only friend is Gabriella, a loon that is always waddling along beside her wherever she goes. She's a very accepting person, and quiet. Unfortunately, that's not how jaguars are supposed to be, so most jaguars do not approve of her.
Likes:
Quiet, peace, sunrise, wind, rain, Gabriella.
Dislikes:
Panic, high-energy situations, crowds, talking.
Background:

Have you ever been an outcast, and completely fine with it? Well, I'm one of those outcasts. My whole life, even when I was a cub, others just automatically avoided me. I didn't care. I've always been alone, until I met Gabby. She's my best friend. I met her when I was about a year, nearing the end of my cub-hood, and mother sent me and my siblings to attempt our own solo hunting expeditions. I have a hard time hunting, as I hate to see the prey's fearful then understanding gentle eyes. It's awful that animals were built to hurt and kill other animals, just to survive. I try my best to live on plants, but it's not natural, and is just another reason for the other jaguars to think I'm weird. So anyway, back to my story of Gabriella. I had been trotting along a familiar path, one Mother had taken a lot when getting food for us. I smelled some sort of weird bird. By following the smell, I had come upon a beautiful young bird, it was combinations of browns, blacks, whites, creams and greens. It was helplessly splayed on the path, beak opening and closing as though attempting to call for help, but that would be stupid as something, maybe even one of my siblings would probably come to try and eat it. The thought had horrified me, so a scooped her up carefully and climbed a nearby tree, laying her on a thick branch.
"Please... don't eat me..." she rasped, her gentle eyes looking at me weakly.
"I wouldn't dare. I wanted to make sure no one tried to," I replied softly, smelling her wing. It was bloody and probably broken. "I'm Marcia. Who are you?"
The loons eyes changed to suspicion, but she was helpless at this point and had no control over what the black panther would do with her. Fancy that, a black panther. What the heck was wrong with it? Mother drank some oil when she was pregnant and turned one of her cubs black? She raised an eyebrow in amusement. "I'm Gabriella. What are you though?" she asked in an interested tone.
"I'm a jaguar. But I don't really act like one... I have a hard time hunting and fighting... Really, I just hate being around others," I told her, chattering, but as soon as I finished it I suddenly wanted to take it back. "B-but I don't mind talking with you..."
Gabby chuckled, her laugh a beautiful call that echoed far throughout the jungle. "I don't really know what a jaguar is, I'm from the North. Is it anything like a cougar?"
"I don't really know what a cougar is," I looked at my paws, scuffling them awkwardly. "I guess it's an animal only where you're from."
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[onlyafter2009]

I would like to adopt!
Number:
8

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Name:
Ariadne and Cephee

Species:
Fennec Fox and Bird of Paradise

Personality:
A very excitable Fox who is very cunning but not the smartest and gets confused a lot. She is very likable and couldn't harm a fly unless it tried to kill her.
She is very shy around others she doesn't know and hates being the center of attention, she just likes to hang out in the background. No matter what it is.
Ariadne barely ever gets angry and when she does she usually stays away for a little while.

Likes:
Being with Cephee, hiding, watching the world.

Dislikes:
Yelling, threats, enemies.

Background:
I don't know what to write, wish I did..

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[SilverHund]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 25
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Name: Heracles (after the great hero)
Species: Kyuubi no Kitsune with Hoshi No Tama
Personality: Heracles is a restless spirit, always on the move and constantly doing one thing or another. His past had an impact on his personality, so it may change once in a while. He is a bit scared of being alone and in the dark, but is a promising hero to the desperate and in-need.
Likes: A few friends, celestial rabbit (favorite food), his children, his mate, saving people, his home, wandering, taking his family to beautiful and warm places, being a loyal friend, his pet Will-o-the-wisp, Kitar, and writing his story down on paper
Dislikes: Being alone, the dark, fighting with his mate and children, being hated, losing the innocent, having to be confined for too long, going to cold and ugly lands, his enemy, Minos, and people who hurt those weaker than themselves

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2 years ago
The Kyuubi had finally broken free of Naruto Uzumaki. The fool had loosened the seal, allowing the massive biju to escape. Instead of attacking those who sealed him away, he ran from the shinobi nations, and into the mountains.
1 year from Kyuubi's escape: Kyuubi's view
I have a mate and son now. I have named him Heracles, for the great hero that was, and the one he shall be. But his mother thinks he should be a writer! No, his noble bearing is too great a feat to be wasted on literature!
1 year from Kyuubi's escape: From Heracles' view
My mom and dad are always fighting. I think it's about what I should be, but I think i don't want to be just one. I don't want to be a hero to just one land like my father thinks, or a writer to just one land. I want to help people all over, and then write down my story. So I've decided to run away.
*
Mom and Dad are getting physical, now is my chance!
2 years from Kyuubi's escape: Heracles
It's been one year since I ran away. it feels like just yesterday I heard my dad's howls of outrage. I was miles away by then, too far away for him to catch me. I felt bad disappointing my parents, but what they wanted was not what I hoped to be. I wanted to help more people than my father hoped for. I wanted to write more stories than my mother wanted me to. I was different from my family. I heard my father has an obedient new son, one with a female with more...Practical ideas (his opinion stinks!). I think he justs wants a more heroic son. No, I know he wants a son that bends to his will like the dough to the baker!
*
I was walking near a river when I saw her. A beautiful she-wolf with water cascading down her silky fur. I think I'm in love. And she giggled when she saw me looking at her. Could it be she loves me too?
*
I have spoken to her. Her name is Ara. She is a gray wolf 2 years of age. perfect, a female my age. She's intrigued by the stories of my powerful father, wise mother, and stealthy escape. Ara could be my soul-mate! And she seems to find my fur the best she has ever seen, though hers is twice as beautiful as mine.
*
On my way to meet Ara, I sensed another presence. Could it be my father who has come to find me? but instead, it was another nine-tailed fox about a year younger than me. He looks like a red fox. Wait! Is that my half brother? "I am Minos! Your younger brother has come to destroy you!" I pinned him to the ground, and i spat this, "You swine! Don't slander my mother by saying she spawned a runt like you! You are a mere half-brother!" Minos tried to attack me, but I chased him away. The last threat I heard was, "I'll kill that girl of yours! Yes, she'll pay for your mistake!" Fear made my blood run cold. I charged after him, determined to save my only love. I got there just to see him bite down on her neck. My eyes glowed red and my fur turned black. I jumped onto his back, sinking my teeth in and ripping chunks out of the swine. He squealed and leaped off her. I slammed him into a tree and tore at whatever I could reach. He kicked me away and sprinted from the scene. My fur faded back to white and my eyes flowed amber. I saw Ara's eyes, full of concern. Then, I blacked out. I heard sobbing. "I love you. But why risk everything for me?" I struggled to open my eyes. "Because I love you too. And that filthy scum of a half-brother Minos will never hurt you. Will you *i grunted in pain from my wounds* be my mate?" "Yes, yes I will," Ara sobbed. We both fell into sleep. But for me, it wasn't a pleasant dream. I was confronting father. He held a limp shape. ARA!!! I changed into my demon form. "Come my son! I challenge you to battle for the soul of your beloved wolf!" I saw a pale outline of her behind him. "Save me, Heracles! Please!" I attacked. My eyes flashed open, sweat beading on my brow. I looked down. Ara was still there. It was just a dream. I tried to sleep again, but again, my father came to me. He stood upon the bodies of mother, his new mate, Minos (please at that), but Ara was attacking me! I turned and ran. I woke up, disgusted at my own cowardice. I walked into the river and dunked my head under, wanting to die. A sharp yank pulled me from the grip of death. Ara stared down at me, "Why the hell did you try and kill yourself?!" I looked away, "I had a dream...You died. I couldn't save you." "Well, it was a dream! Not real!" I smiled and let free a chuckle. "Why are you laughing?!" "Ha ha ha! Your fur is black!" "WHAT???" she checked her coat. "You'll pay for that!" she tackled me. We fell over each other, laughing. It was one of the happiest times of my life. I had many of them, all because I had been with Ara at the time. I didn't realize father's plot.

Two years from Kyuubi's escape: Kyuubi's view
My son has betrayed me! He has fallen in love with a wolf according to my sources (my other child, Minos). i am coming to kill him.
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I can scent him and his rotten mate. I can feel his blood pulsing. Blood that shall be spilled. I swear it on my life.
Two Years from Kyuubi's escape: Heracles' view
I smell father! He's done it now. I see his filthy orange fur. His red eyes wrapped in midnight black. Black color rushes up my white body. My eyes turn crimson. The color of his dirty blood. My claws are longer now, like my fangs. I charge and sink my teeth into fur, skin, flesh. Father grins. "Fool!" He throws me against a tree. Blood dribbles from my mouth. I get up. My rage burns through me like fire. My paws pound the ground as I charge again. I rear, slashing both my front paws across his face. He yells in pain. A blast of energy throws me back. Agony. I cough up blood. I fall, limp on the ground soaked with my blood. I stare at Ara's horrified face. Tears well up in my eyes as i realize I will leave her alone if i die...."NO!!!!" I watch as my father falls back. "Heh." My teeth find his throat. I tear. I rip. I enjoy the taste in my mouth. Father falls back limp. My pupils become small and I let out a primal roar. Minos ran to father's body. I ripped open his chest. He dies quickly. Ara smashes into me. "Stop! STOP!" she sobs. I hit the ground, and realize I am safe.

Epilogue
I live happily now, my and Ara's children frolicking around us. I am at peace. My evil family is now gone from this world. And now I can live in peace.
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I would like to adopt!
Number: 24
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Name: Ara
Species: Gray Wolf
Personality: She is smart and gentle (like her namesake), she is fiercely loyal and protective of her family and mate, she will follow her lover wherever he may go, and will never leave her immediate family behind, she knows she will always love Heracles, no matter what kind of males she shall reject, she just wants to be remembered as a loving mother and loyal mate
Likes: Fish (her favorite food), Heracles, Their pups, her homeland (Europe), Fiji, Bermuda (her favorite places of all the places Heracles took her), Her Spirit Guardian (Ty, the eagle) Her best friend (Ocean Breeze), helping Heracles write their story (she says it, he writes it)
Dislikes: Rotten food, whiners, people who have no regard for any life form, the Romans, America (so full of evil-doers, Kon (an extreme flirt), people who disobey their elders, telling an event wrong in her story, and being alone without
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[center]I thought my heart had been locked away,
Has he found the key to the chest in which it was contained?
Ara's first weeks: Mother's view
My children have been born. I have two sons and one daughter. I have named them Astrum, Marcuse, and Ara. Ara is the smallest, but by no means the weakest. I fear that Astrum and Marcuse may not survive.
*
My worst fears are confirmed! Astrum and Marcuse died last night! I think I might die myself. First my mate was killed in a fight, then, my sons perished. I'm sorry that I must leave Ara, but this is just too much.

Ara's first weeks: Ara's view
I tried to shake my mom awake today. She wouldn't move! I tried for hours, then i tried to hear her heart beat, her blood pulse through her veins. Silence. Mother is dead! She left me alone. I cried to Draco, the god of my race, to give her back. But he refused to return her soul to her body. I am alone now. For sure.

Two years after mother's death: Ara's view
I walked to a stream where I could clean off the filth sticking to my fur and drink cool water before setting off again. As I entered the stream, I saw a Kyuubi No Kitsune looking at me. I blushed. His amber eyes seemed to bore into my very soul, testing my purity. Was he...fond of me?
*
I spoke to him. He has many good stories to tell. His father was apparently the legendary nine-tailed fox, and his mother was a simple arctic fox. And what a creation he is. His fur is so smooth and soft, yet he claims mine to be the silkiest fur he has ever felt. Has he ever had a relationship, because he's a natural at flirting?! Even though his eyes are what captured me, he says mine are the prettiest blue he has ever seen. Prettier than the stone sapphire.
*
I was waiting for Heracles, when another nine-tailed fox attacked me. He bit down on my neck. I tried to cry out, but he was choking me. I was dying. Heracles jumped out. His fur became black as midnight and eyes crimson. He tore at the one attacking me, blood flying everywhere. He was fighting for me! He slammed the offender against a tree, turning him into a bloody mess. The other one squealed and ran for his life. Heracles's fur turned to normal. His eyes changed to amber. Those captivating eyes closed and he fell. I ran to his side, tears dropping from my face and falling into that silvery-white pelt. "I love you. But why risk everything for me?" I cried. His eye opened slightly, "Because. I love you too. And my filthy half-brother Minos will never hurt you again. Will you *grunts in pain* be my mate?' "Yes! Yes I will," I choked out. I rested my head on his pelt. It all faded away into a blissful sleep.
*
I wake up and see Heracles in demon form. He's fighting the Kyuubi! He's being beaten. He's dying. Then, he closes his eyes. I hear him scream. "NO!!!" A blast of energy throws everyone back. Hearcles bites into his father's throat, laughing. Minos runs over to stop his murdering. His chest opens, blood flying. I run to my mate, smashing into him. "Stop, please! JUST STOP!" he hits the floor. White returns to his coat and his amber eyes are half-closed. "I'm sorry. Forgive me," he whispers, "These demons that I face are within. But I will never let them touch you."

Epilogue
I am sorrounded by my children. I love them as much as my beloved. Now we are safe. Evil uncles and grandfathers will never worry these young ones.

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[purrsain]

I would like to adopt!
Number:23
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Name:persephone
Species:lion
Personality:energetic, kind,gental,and loving
Likes: shiny things,cupcakes,bugs,rainbows,boy lions,some humans,and other animals
Dislikes:snakes,alligators,dark rooms,people in lab coats
Background:I was taken away from my mother when I was a cub.The people took me away to be tested on.I escaped after a year of being tested on.After I escaped I had to find a place to live until I could find my mother. The next day I set off for my journey.I had to face snakes,spiders,other dangerous creatures in the forest.My only food source was some squirrels,bugs,and the occasional bird.I had cuts, bruises, scratches all over my body.After a month traveling I finally came to my home land.When I ask the leopards where my mother is they say this"sorry but your mom is dead".So i was orfined.
This story is 123 words
That was persephone's story.
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this is the one i want to adopt

[SilverHund]

I would like to adopt!
Number:28
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Name:persephone
Species:lion
Personality:energetic, kind,gental,and loving
Likes: shiny things,cupcakes,bugs,rainbows,boy lions,some humans,and other animals
Dislikes:snakes,alligators,dark rooms,people in lab coats
Background:I was taken away from my mother when I was a cub.The people took me away to be tested on.I escaped after a year of being tested on.After I escaped I had to find a place to live until I could find my mother. The next day I set off for my journey.I had to face snakes,spiders,other dangerous creatures in the forest.My only food source was some squirrels,bugs,and the occasional bird.I had cuts, bruises, scratches all over my body.After a month traveling I finally came to my home land.When I ask the leopards where my mother is they say this"sorry but your mom is dead".So i was orfined.
This story is 123 words
That was persephone's story.
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this is mine i want to adopt

It is not yours yet, other people might want her too.

[purrsain]

I would like to adopt!
Number:28
Picture:

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Name:persephone
Species:lion
Personality:energetic, kind,gental,and loving
Likes: shiny things,cupcakes,bugs,rainbows,boy lions,some humans,and other animals
Dislikes:snakes,alligators,dark rooms,people in lab coats
Background:I was taken away from my mother when I was a cub.The people took me away to be tested on.I escaped after a year of being tested on.After I escaped I had to find a place to live until I could find my mother. The next day I set off for my journey.I had to face snakes,spiders,other dangerous creatures in the forest.My only food source was some squirrels,bugs,and the occasional bird.I had cuts, bruises, scratches all over my body.After a month traveling I finally came to my home land.When I ask the leopards where my mother is they say this"sorry but your mom is dead".So i was orfined.
This story is 123 words
That was persephone's story.
A picture you drew:no

this is mine i want to adopt

It is not yours yet, other people might want her too.

i meant to put this is the one

[Yun-i]

DONATION!
Picture:


Species: Big hunting cat

Link to lineart: Own lines


Any extra conditions?:

Do not edit the lineart and design anyway.
Please return to me (sterni531) or Tough As Nails if you loose interest.
Keep him a male.


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[Dogs Can Bark]

I would like to adopt!

Number: "Kennel" #16
Name: Halima Haqikah Ife [Meaning "Gentle, Honest, Love" in Egyptian.]
Species: Nafretiri Olufemi, meaning "beautiful creation, beloved of the gods"; a species in which an animal carries some traits of a bird. It can be from simply bearing feathers or perhaps as major as wings or feet. Usually canids. (I own the species. If it is alright that she becomes one.)
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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.)
A picture you drew:

WIP. ^^;