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[Miakemi]

Thanks for Shade! I'll take good care of him.

[The Agency]

ffff, because you're blind XD lol i never knew there were so many dbsk fans on cs XD

XD I'm still trying to teach myself. I was really happy that I could read it and type it too! |D *shot*
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I'm thinking of revamping some of the designs over the weekend, #40, #44, and #56 need revamps right?

Inorite? XD It shocked me too, as well as the number of Super Junior fans. <3
XD

Yup, I don't think any of them have had a revamp yet. :3 44 might be tricky though, she says to keep all the markings, so good luck with that. XD

Okay, I should get back onto my own account now. >>

[keydemon]

Pet's ID Tag: 29
Name You'd Choose for It: Zenaku (Meaning Evil.) - Though he goes by the name Seth.
Gender: Male.

Reason You Want It:
I've been seeking out a good, dark character. I love how complete his design looks, even without any accessories. The ankh symbols on his legs definitely inspired me and I love his mohawk/hair. xD I love ancient/cryptic stuff, so the ankh symbols are just awesome. Plus, I love keys, and ankhs are the "keys of life". :3 I also adore the feathers on his legs and his fangs. He's just perfect. <3 I feel that I could give him a good home, because I would definitely get art of him and care for him. If I could find a fitting roleplay, I would definitely roleplay him. He would also get a nice home in my character thread.

History/Background/Other:

Species:
Dire Wolf/Striped Hyena/Hoary Fox
Very distant ancestry of a vampire bat.

Personality:
Seth is a cruel and bitter soul, with a twisted sense of humor. He can often be found smiling his signature smile, though he smiles for different reasons than you initially think. True, he was once a happy soul, but after the many years he'd spent on the earth, his personality quickly shifted. The world has many evils to offer, Seth himself isn't evil, though he's not friendly. There are very few that he trusts, or likes for that matter. He's a very clever and wise canine, after experiencing things that your normal mortal soul. He enjoys mind games and trickery. As a hobby he preforms alchemy and makes toxic and poisonous potions. Though, on accident, he sometimes develops fabulous and good formulas. People go to him and he forces them to do extremely difficult tasks for his help. Or if they can outsmart him, which is very unlikely.

Likes:
Alchemy, New Poisonous Discoveries, The Dark, Being Alone, Chains, Fresh Meat, Bones, The Cool, Darker Colors, Smart Beings, Puzzles.

Dislikes:
The Hot, Brightness, Bright Colors, Stupidity, Ignorance, Large Crowds, Begging, His Reflection.

Theme Song: Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold.

Background:
Upon entering a dark, dripping cave, you spot a figure huddled in the back. Clinks and clanks echo throughout the cavern. The sound of glass screeching upon class sends shivers up your spine. The figure's ears flick and its head bends around to face you. An evil smile creeps across the eyeless face.
"Come closer..." the male, wolf-like creature cackles. Cautiously, you approach. You find that this creature is not eyeless, rather, it just has a very furry mane that covers its eyes. How does he see? The strangely inviting smile disappears from the creatures face as he realizes you are human. "Why have you come?" he snaps in a snarly tone. His voice is so harsh and full of extreme hate, you stumble back a few steps. Shakily, you step back up and explain you have come for his famous medicine. The smile slowly curls his lips again. "Hmm..." he mumbles, pushing away the tray of alchemy equipment and turning to face you fully. His fur is long and tangled at the feathers of his paws. You notice ankh symbols on his legs as they come into view from the dim light of captured fireflies. It sets a gloomy mood. There are a few dead at the bottom of the lantern, nibbled to bits by its very companions. "Very well!" he proclaims after a long silence, causing you to jump. "By my story... If you can figure out why I hate my reflection, I will grant you your demand." he grins as you nod nervously.

"~Eternal life... Its tempting hands extend towards your soul... Will you give in?~

"True, I have always been different. A combination of many species, though, my coat and my mane, they aren't something I was born with. I used to be able to blend in as a regular grey wolf with a cut off tail. Though, these ankhs... they were burned into my cursed legs because of my lust for power. I'd always been fascinated with alchemy. Creating new, dangerous and sometimes miraculous things out of minerals, plants and other organic materials. Though, would I have the time to come up with all of these great invention possibilities? No... No... Life is too short. There are too many things out there that can cause death. By the time I had discovered the great art of alchemy, I had long left my parents. Though... I can't remember why. I left at a very young age, unwilling to obey my parent's demands to stay hidden from the world. I wanted to spread my intelligence, for my mind was far superior to any of the others out there. I could create so many great and evil compounds. I set out for Egypt... I had heard of this ancient key called the ankh. It was within a pyramid somewhere in the shifting sands and mirages of the desert. One with a simple mind could have easily gotten lost. What feeble, incapable minds. I could easily navigate the hot desert by watching the wind patterns. The scent of the ankh was upon those winds. I survived off of cactus juice and desert rats and reptiles. I even built up an immunity to the poison of scorpions. Soon, I made it, easily, actually. The myths of mummies and undead things living within the pyramids were the simple-minded's tales. I knew those didn't existent. The ankh lied within an emperor's old, sacred tomb. In Egyptian, the script read, "Only those worthy and true of heart will learn the secrets of the deserts." Peh! More superstitions. Though, I soon found that my cleverness betrayed me. Upon touching that key, it burned my legs so harshly, so furiously, that yes, even I was brought to my knees in tears. Blessed with eternal life? More of cursed. I was not worthy, now I'm forced to walk these lands, witnessing all of the horrible things that the humans and animals have to offer. The ignorance, the stupidity, the cruelness. Why am I evil? I wouldn't say I am, I simply blend into what the beings on this planet do. For everyone holds evil in their heart. I just allowed mine to blossom into loathing. Have I found the formula that I've been seeking? No. Will I ever? Probably, though, do you want to know what that potion that I know lust for so deeply? A potion to reverse these ankh scars. I want to die. I want to release my soul and start anew. Then, maybe then, I can have another chance and view the world in a different way... For every time I look in my reflection, I only see... A nobody."

"So?" the creature hisses with an evil, cracked grin, "What would your answer be?"

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

[Pandora Gaskarth]

Pet's ID Tag:
#21
Name You'd Choose for It:
Tikora
Meaning ‘One of Many Tongues’ in the language of the Wanderers*
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:

Tikora is wonderful. I have been eyeing her off every time I come to the agency. I liked her, but I began to wonder if I’d ever really use her and so I put off adopting her. But now I have a new fursona, and a new story to go with it, and she fits in perfectly with the story. Also, after many months of creative drought, I finally feel creative and an idea for her past is forming in my head. I cant stand to put off adopting her for any longer.

Profile:

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My Story

I can remember clearly the night I was brought into existence. I remember laughing, and a strange language that I had never heard before. I remember looking up at the night sky and the faces of those who were my blood, watching them stare in wonder at my fiery red mane. I remember the feeling of the cool, smooth grains of sand on my back. I remember watching the wind pick up, watching the sandstorm begin. I remember being alone.

Here one moment, gone the next.

Story of my life. My motto, the phrase I live by. Without these six words, I would be nothing.

My family had been beside me, and all was well, then the sandstorm had begun. I was too young to run and my family were fools, and so they left me and ran off. I must have fallen unconscious at one time or another, because I cannot remember anything else about the time of the storm. I can remember, though, the feeling of two soft paws touching me in a comforting way on the head, and the feeling of a piece of cloth being placed over me to spare me from the buffeting sand. When the storm had ceased, I came to, finding myself under the cloth. I pushed it away and searched around, but nothing was visible; Only harsh dunes of sand, and the intense heat of the burning sun. They had left me. Though I was very young, barely a day old, I knew what had happened- all Wanderers* were mature within a few hours, able to think and speak and move independently. When the realization that my family had left me hit me, my face hardened. I got to my hooves and grabbed the cloth, which now seemed to be more of a bandana, and tied it around my neck. My destiny was to wander, as it was always for my species, and so I set off on a journey that would not end. I was born on a journey and I would die a lonely death on a journey.

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Many moons had passed since my family left me to fend for myself. The sun was shining high in the sky, burning down on my dark coat. Most animals around here had lighter coats so the sun was less drawn to them. Once again, I could blame my family for this misfortune. Sweat beaded on my forehead, dripping onto the ground. I licked my cracked lips thirstily, for I had not drunk anything for many sunrises and sunsets. Wanderers* weren't meant to drink every single sunrise, for they could store water for a long while, but I was still young and I could not go without water for as long as some. I trudged along the hot sand, my hooves saving me the pain that those with paws would suffer when walking through the desert. It had been so long since I had seen water or plants and other animals, I was beggining to believe that I was the only living being existing in the world. Wherever I looked, sand was all I could see. A noise startled me and I almost let out a cry of worry. Supressing my shock, I remained silent and listened to the quiet pitter-patter of some sort of feet against the sand. Then, the bright purple colours of a Lillylark** assaulted my eyes. It was running from the sun no doubt. At that moment, my stomach began to rumble. Wanderers* were able to eat meat and grass, and I was too hungry to care that this animal may have been wandering too, and so I attacked it, throwing a small stone dagger at it. The Lillylark** died in an instant, leaving me a wonderful meal. I trotted towards it, touching its soft feathers and smiling. When my slender finger-like limbs touched its beak though, it was wet. Not with blood, but with water. I nearly jumped for joy at the prospect of finding water. And so I picked up the bird and followed its tracks.

The sun had begun to set when the Lillylark's** tracks stopped at water. I did not care though, for I had found what I needed to live, and I was content. I bent over the small running stream and drunk until I could drink no more. If only my meal for the night hab been alive longer, I would have thanked it for this wonderous gift. Instead, I decided to utilize each piece of it, and I cooked it and plucked its beautiful feathers. Some I kept for a place to sleep, but one feather was particularly beautful, and so I weaved a small bracelet from the reeds in the stream and placed the feather on the bracelet. I fell asleep happy, full, and needing nothing more than rest.

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The sun had risen and set many times, and nothing had changed. The desert sand seemed the same, and for some time I was under the impression that I was walking in circles. But on this certain day, something out of the ordinary happened. I was thirsty and hungry, for I had not found anywhere with streams or prey in many sunrises. I trudged along, but my legs screamed in complaint. It was then, something green appeared in the distance. At first I thought I was going colourblind, but as I got closer I could make out the outline of trees. Trees! Trees brought shade and water, and water brought prey. I began to run, all fatigue from my journey shed as my eyes were pleasured with the sight of a waterfall and a winding river. In the last few steps, I jumped, launching myself into the water with a relaxed sigh. I had found a forest.

The forest was kind to me. I ate and drank, and did not have to worry about the next day. Everything here was bountiful. I wished to stay for many sunrises, but it was in my blood to wander, and I began to grow restless. And so I got up and left, on the endless journey that my ancestors had walked so long ago.

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It hadnt been too long since I had set off from the forest. I no longer paced through the harsh desert, but it was still a trying journey. I had begun to grow restless of journeying alone. It was customary for my species to grow restless at the best of times, but journeying was meant to be something we never tired of, no matter if we were alone. Or at least that's how it was made out; journeying in silence was something to cherish. That was when it hit me. Each and every Wanderer was destined to find out that journeying alone was tiresome. This was how we came to adopt a bird companion, as each Wanderer would when they grew wise and learned what each other one of their species did. And so I went searching for a bird in the place each Wanderer searched for a companion in; The Aviary of Jayoni.

It wasnt too far to the Aviary, so I reached it before the next sunset.

It was amazing. Trees, lakes and so many other things in such a small area, birds everywhere. I went to touch a sleek raven, when it hissed and flew away. I went still, remembering what each one of my species was born knowing; let the bird choose you.

I sat there in suspense for barely a few moments before a majestic bird flew towards me. Its piercing gaze met mine, and then its intense expression softened. It flew lowers to the ground, swooping over me before alighting on my shoulder. I couldnt help but smile at the owl. It seemed to smile back, and to my surprise, opened its mouth and began to speak. "May I ask your name?" She asked in a soft voice. The words she spoke were not those I was familiar with, but yet I knew what she said. "I-I dont have a name," I replied, in the foreign tongue that was not my own. The owl seemed surprised that I spoke her language and smiled. "These things come with time, little tikora," She murmured. Her term of endearment was a word I knew well. It was one that was of my language. "I am not one of many tongues, am I?" I asked in confusion. The owl nodded and smiled. "I am able to sense things about you because of a bond we have already formed. I sense you gift for languages. You are truely one of many tongues. And how do I know? Most birds dont have the privelige of speaking to their Wanderer, for our langauge is not the same as yours, and you usually do not learn, that is how I know," She told me. I smiled and petted her. "What is your name?" I asked. "Penku," she replied, "Senser of gifts."

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Penku was a sweet owl. She would always call me Tikora, and she was so very kind. She wore a blue bead necklace, which she graciously gave to me one day when I shared my meal, which apparently most Wanderers did not do. We became good friends, which we were destined to be. We were a formidable due when hunting. Penku was the eyes and ears of the operation, and I was the brawn and force. We travelled around the land, though we never met another soul. In ways, this was good. We did not wish to fight, and some Wanderers were such loners they attacked company.

But then, we met Terra and Kiora.

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The snow began to fall a few moons later, and all was silent. I was calm, but Penku was on edge. I kept on asking her what the problem was, but she would not answer. Then, I felt pain on my side and heard a battle cry. The hostile Wanderer had been the problem.

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Personality

Tikora is sweet and fair. She doesn't ever complain, and seems not to care about anything. She is tough and hardy, and not very delicate. She cares for those she loves. She is focused alot of the time, and doesnt daydream or dither. Unlike most of her kind, she does not enjoy travelling, even with company. She wishes to stay in one place, but because of her never quenched restlessnes, and her genetics that make her never able to stop in one place for too long, she cannot. Tikora is intelligent and quick witted, and is one of many tongues. She is able to understand and speak all different languages. She is modest about this and prefers to ignore the fact. She likes company in some ways, but other times she doesnt want cimpany. She hates her family, because they abandoned her at birth, but she doesnt always hold grudges. Tikora is able to quickly get over things and get on with life. She is very strange, and due to her very tiny amount of exposure to others it isnt known how she reacts when with others for a longer amount of time than a few days.

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Family/Relationships

Penku || Owl || Guardian
Horace || Wanderer || Father
Nicta || Wanderer || Mother
Tiska || Wanderer || Sister
Terra || Wanderer || Friend
Kiora || Starling || Terra's Guardian
Freyka || Ocelot || Friend
Jeala || Wanderer || Sister
Tasko || Wanderer || Brother
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Beliefs And Morals

Tikora used to be unaware of the world and what it offered, what some believed and what some didn't. She was blissfully unaware of any power higher than that of the High Wanderer. But then, she met Terra, who widened her eyes about the ways of other Wanderers. Tikora is now Buddhist, zen and a believer in peace. Though, some parts of the Buddhist life she does not follow.

Tikora has many morals, which she only knows because her Guardian, Penku, teaches and corrects her throughout life. She is rather old fashioned in the ways she acts and thinks.

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Place in Life

Tikora really has no place in life. She is the Wanderer who will never fit in. She is the one who will meet someone and change their life, make them think she will be beside them forever, then flee.

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Wanderers

Wanderers are humanoid, horse-like beings who wander the land. They are not horses, though, and dislike being called that. They are known to be attracted to shiny things, and are also known to collect things throughout their life and wear them. It is in their blood to wander, and so they cannot stay at any place for too long. They are destined to wander endlessly throughout the land. When they come of an age that they are wise and mature, they adopt a bird of any time as heir guardian. These birds help them hunt and are travel companions. Wanderers are not territorial, seeing as they can never own one piece of land, but they are loners and only hang around in groups when they are carrying children or in extreme circumstances. Wanderer children are ready to go out on their own within a few hours, but they usually are care for by their family for a few months after birth. Wanderers are skilled in many things, and are quick learners. Their diet consists of meat and certain plants and berries. They adore the berries that grow on the Portica bush.

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Places Travelled

- The Desert of Shamans
- The Aviary of Jayoni
- The Mikarana Forest
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Dictionary;

Wanderer:
A humanoid horse-like creature who wanders endlessly. They are known to aid others or be cruel, and are rather mythical and rare. They are known to collect things along their journey, as tokens/souvenirs.

Lillylark:
A brightly coloured bird that resembles a miniature crane. Good at navigating and finding water and other vital things. Prey to most animals.

Sunrise:
Morning. Can mean day.

Sunset:
Night. Can mean day.

Moon:
Month.


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Permission

Permission

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* Wanderers are my own creation. They are horse-like creatures that have many qualities that other animals dont. Do not steal them, for they are in a book I am writing now, which i plan to publish, and any theft of this will be sueable. Of course, if you use the name Wanderer for something, I wont care, because I cannot copyright the name, but the species and their appearance and qualities are all mine and mine only.

** Once again, Lillylarks are my own creation. They are a colourful bird which is an amazing navigator. They resemble a crane, though they are colourful and smaller. Do not steal them or the name, because they are in a book I am writing now, which i plan to publish, and any theft of this will be sueable and reportable..

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

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Major WIP!

[SAPPHOLYTE]

I'll need to discuss this one with Tripp. The user preferences state not to change anything, which I assume also means name.
btw, your avvie is hypnotic, it distracted me for a good five minutes. xD

I'll just PM the person who made him, I asked if I should do that before but only one person answered. xD I'll go do that now and give them my form along with it. :3

**EDIT** I tried looking for them, it says this user does no exist, they might have changed their name. :c
Nevermind I found them, they went back to just White_Wolf_Bane. >_> But I sent them a PM. :3

P.s And yes the avvie is there for that reason, I plan to keep it for a loooong time. xDD

[Ranua]

Scamps has my permission to adopt. :3 Congrats Scamps!

[.kestral]

Pet's ID Tag:
10
Name You'd Choose for It:
Kanik
Gender:
Male
Breed:
Australian Cattle Dog
Reason You Want It:
I haven't been inspired to write, anything for a while but looking at this dog actually gave me idea's so I am hoping if I went for him then my inspiration would come back. Plus he is stunning, you gotta agree with that
History/Background:
You may hear my story and think I have had a bad life, but in truth...In my eye's it has been rather normal compared to some. I mean...I survived didn't I? Like every story mine has bad parts and good parts but the important bit is that I survived unlike so many others. Anyway, I should get on with it, you know tell you what happened and all that...

So I was born...Obviously. I was born to a beautiful female cattle dog and a young, strong male. At least from what mum said he was young and strong, after they had been mated they had been separated by these things they call humans. I like that word...Humans, it sounds cool. Oops sorry, drifted again. Anyway yeah mum gave birth to me and three other pups. We lived in a large, grayish metal thing that I think is called a Cage. It was big enough for us to move around and play so we did, me and my siblings grew quickly and as we grew we learnt to play and to fight...well not properly mum wouldn't allow it, she said we had to be kind, polite dogs. Over the next few weeks we were happy. Then the humans came, there was one that fed mum everyday and he was nice but more started arriving when we were a few weeks old. They took my sister, the only female of the litter first. Instantly us pups panicked but mum explained it was normal and that we would all be going with humans to become what she called working dogs. Well she was right, I was the next to go along with my older brother leaving mum with our youngest brother who...well he was tiny. But that was the end of that part of my life.

From what Kite says (Kite is my brother by the way) we were taken from mum and taken to a thing he called a car, I just called it the big smelly, noisy thing. I fell asleep in the car and cant really remember anything of our journey but Kite says it was long, warm and bumpy.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

WIP

[TheScamperPony]

Pet's ID Tag:
18


Name You'd Choose for It:
Arco


Gender:
Stallion


Reason You Want It:
Arco has always been an epic stallion. I've seen him played in an RP by HD, and I just love him! He needs a good home, and I feel I can give him that. And he makes great babies. XD


History/Background/Other:
Arco felt like a blackbird in the middle of a flock of geese. He's black pelt and rainbow mane was like a neon sign to any nearby predator, "EAT ME!" Arco quickened his pace. He had to get to his den. Now. Before long he was at an easy canter, then soon a fast gallop. He arrived at his cave quickly and unharmed, although breathing really hard.

"Where've you been?" Azu's voice startled Arco. He whipped around to see his grinning half-sisters face. Arco chuckled. "Here and there." he and his sister looked nothing alike, although the shared their mother's personality. They've always had a close bond, and the death of their beloved mother brought them closer.

"Find anywhere to eat?" Azu asked. Every time she asked that question Arco flinched. She was skinny, you could count every one of her ribs! She needed food, and he couldn't find any for her. The sight of her shrunken in eyes made his breath stop, and it always pained him to hear her ask that question.

"No." he said quietly. "But we couldn't always try bark. Deer live of it!" he said.

"Nah, it's not good for our stomachs." she answered plainly. She walked softly over to him. "Do you think we'll survive this winter?" she whispered.

Arco pressed himself against her, sharing his warmth. "We've survived every other one. Why not this one?" Although he knew that he'd never seen her this week, this frail, this skinny. Deep in his head he knew she didn't have much of a chance. But deep in his heart he knew he'd be able to protect her, to take care of her.

~+~

A painful cough came from the corner of the cave. Lying on a bed of old moss and leaves was Azu, too weak to stand. Arco curled around her, pressing his nose to her neck. "I'm hear, it's okay." he breathed in her ear.

"Arco... " Azu breathed. Her eyes looked pained and sad. "Don't kill yourself for me. Find food." she said.

"If I find food it's for you." he said firmly. She didn't argue, just lay there, and quickly fell asleep. Arco stood up and trotted outside. His quest for food began again, just like any other day. He galloped to where he found yesterday, a small patch of grass, the first sign of early spring. It shouldn't be there, but it was. Arco gathered as much as he could and galloped back, dropping it at Azu's nose.

"Wake up, precious sister." he said. He curled around her again, trying to warm her up. Her eyes fluttered up and her mouth found the grass.

"Thank you." she said. Her body pressed close to his. When she finished the grass, she rested her head on his neck. Arco was pain by how light her head weighed, and her body did against his side.

"Be strong for me, Azu. Be strong."

~+~

"What did I tell you?" Arco beamed. "You made it!" he nuzzled his sister. Outside birds seemed to chirp in happiness.

"Barley." she coughed. She stayed on her nest, still not strong enough to stand.

"But you made it!" he nipped her mane playfully. "Now we just need to stand you up!" he nudged her side.

"Not yet." she said. And he let the topic go. He didn't want to push her. He looked down on Azu. She had gained lots of wait, you couldn't see her ribs anymore! She was still terribly sick from a bad upper respiratory infection, though. "I'll go get you some grass." he nickered.

Cantering out of the cave always made him feel good. He got as much grass as he wanted, and then came back to Azu. What he saw when he looked back into the cave shocked him. Pieces of grass fluttered around his feet as he stared at his sister, who stared back at him with her sweet brown eyes that were only a foot from his.

"You can stand? Walk?" he asked quietly.

"I've been practicing while you've been away. I wanted to surprise you." And boy, it was a surprise. He trotted around her, then nuzzled her. "I knew you could do it!" his heart filled with joy.

She trotted outside like it was nothing. "I love the spring air. Always happy. Calm. Full of new life." Was that a hint? Arco pondered on it, and then shrugged it of.

~+~

Arco watched as Azu drank from the creek. He noticed that she was getting plumper and plumper. He thought about the first day she walked, when she seemed to hint to him something.... something about new life?

"Arco?" Azu called when she finished. He stepped out from behind the trees where he'd been watching. "Yes?"

"I've got something to tell you." She said. Arco's ears perked up. His curiosity kicked in.

"Well... last Spring, when you went away for a week or so, I was in heat." he noticed how she careful said her words, like as if not to hurt him. "Well, a stallion who'd been watching knew I was. And, well, you know how it goes from there." she said.

"So you're expecting? Why didn't you tell me?" Arco said. He was very happy for her, but angry he wasn't told.

"I don't know...." she trailed of. "But I'll be due soon!"


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

Did you get permission?

I was gonna do that when I finished the story! XD It's only half done....

But yay! Thanks HD! XD..... Imma still finish that story now.

[Ranua]

Scamps has my permission to adopt. :3 Congrats Scamps!

;)

[TheScamperPony]

I just saw! Tankies!