Pound of Hope [Closed; mods please lock]

My gallery · by **! october** » Mon Oct 04, 2010 1:24 pm

@ DreamWolfess; Aw; that picture of Wright is adorable. <3333 X3 And yup; it's completely fine to do art of a character you're not going for. Would you let the winner of him have it? :3

@ Mango-Burst; Yay; I'm remembered! 8D
(PMing you in a minute... ^^;;)

My gallery · by **LunarFaith** » Mon Oct 04, 2010 1:28 pm

October, i remember you <3 Your like, the best story writer ever XD Your really good <333

My gallery · by **tattoo** » Mon Oct 04, 2010 1:43 pm

sure, whoever wins shall get that picture as well <3

My gallery · by **ChemDog.** » Mon Oct 04, 2010 2:23 pm

Kennel: nineteen
Name: Amorette (means little love in French)
Breed: Italian wolf
Age: About 19 years
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: Her design is beautiful, first of all. I prefer her over the puppies because although I'm a fan of tribal designs, I hate drawing them. So I decided I liked her simple yet elegant design. The masquerade mask really adds to the design as well. I will use Amorette like I use the rest of my characters; I get and make art of them, and might work on her story.
Personality: Charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting. She feels the need to constantly be in the center of attention. She can be a major flirt. In general Amorette is down to earth, and likes to have a good time. That usually involves messing around with people.
Dislikes&Likes:
Histroy/Backround:

---Amorette was well known in the small town of Montolieu, France. It was a quiet town, and the people there didn't mind the many stray dogs who roamed the streets. Amorette was one of those girls who would love you and leave you, but guys fell for her anyways. Her good looks attracted the attention of many males, who she would enjoy leading on. Just when he thought he was special, she would leave him. Amorette never really knew what love was until she truly felt it for herself. Unfortunately, this thing called love isnt as simple as it seems--

.You can say it all
And I can bite my tongue
Cause it would take all week
To tell you where I'm from.

Light from the streetlamps reflected off the wolfess' mask, seeming to illuminate her pale silver fur even more. Her small paws seemed to dance across the cobblestone sidewalk, barley making a sound. " I know you're there.. No use in trying to stay hidden." She said, her face expressionless behind her golden mask. A light breeze ruffled the feathers behind her ear. A gruff but gentle laugh cut through the darkness. "I guess what I hear about you is true, milady."
A small smile creeped its way across Amorette's slim face. "I guess it is."

.These lazy days are way to long
Like razor blades, under your tongue
And the city lights, will burn you down
Or build you up, high above the ground.

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My gallery · by **MerryEaster** » Mon Oct 04, 2010 2:37 pm

Kennel: 5
Name: Dusk
Breed: Feline
Age: Adult in people years. Exact age is unknown
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: Well, when i saw him, i just knew he was perfect. I promised myself "If he isnt adopted, im going for him." And, here i am. I hope to give him a loving home, and great new friends
Personailty: A bit on the "emo" side if you call it. Dusk is very protective of Midnight, and will stop at nothing to protect her. Timid to strangers, and will dig up any dirt on them before becoming friendly
Dislikes&Likes: Doesnt like Sly, or any other outlaw, hates bright colors, and humans. Loves his baby sister, and Serenity.
Histroy/Backround:

I was born in the forest. My baby sister sat nearby. I protected her, as much as I could. Since we had no mother, nor father, we took care of each other. My sister never had a name, so we just called her "Midnight." Midnight was smaller than me. Either she was normal size, or too small. We have never been a part. But things changed when Sly came along...

Sly was a good for nothing fox. He pretends to love my sister, but only for attention. I try to tell Midnight, but she claims that they're in love. Startling me from my thoughts, Sly came up and said "Daydreaming about that lady you'll never meet," He snickerd. I snarled, and as always, Midnight saw and started going on that I should be nice to Sly. I rolled my eyes and igorned her lecture, the one she always said when I did something "wrong" to Sly.

I ignored that fox, even when he teased me. I was older and bigger than him. I didnt mind tearing him to the shreads. Nor would I feel bad, but it would hurt Midnight so much. I walked away in the bushes, oblivious of where I was going. I ended up going on another Foxes territory. But I was a cat, and I wasnt trying to steal territory. The most they could do was...well eat me.

A group of fox came up to me. There were was two males, two females. The brown fox seemed like the alpha leader, following him looked like his mate, a blue-ish grey figure. Then a brother and sister, both with a red fur color. The alpha wolf approached me, thinking I will be terrified and run away, like what half of cats would do. I smirked at him, my teeth gleaming. They all laughed, except the brown one. "Stay off our land!" He growled. I sat down and stared. Was I about to risk my life for nothing?

All of a sudden, a feline appeared. At first I thought it was another fox. But it was a female cat, with multi-color eyes. The female cat approached the fox, and said quietly, "This cat means no harm, probably wandered off his own turf." The alpha male growled under his breath and walked away. I was slightly amused. The blue-ish grey fox stayed with the cat. Probably for protection. The cat came to me and asked "You lost? You really cant be prowling around here. These guys will rip you to shreads. On a positive note, Im Hazel. You?" I stared at her. Hazel was a great name.

While I "zoned out" Hazel was irritated and the fox let out a grumpy growl of frustration. I shook my head and quickly replied, "Dusk." She let out a purr of amusement, while the female fox twitched her ears. Hazel turned to the fox and said, "Taiga, you may leave." The wolf happily left. Hazel sat next to me. I could tell this cat had something to say. She sighed, and began her story:

"You know, remember when we were kits? No worries in the world. No need worrying if we were going to live another day. Or even last another day of no food." -chuckles- "I miss those days. Now, Im struggling to stay alive. Having to stay with monstrous foxes. Always out to kill someone. I try and try, to keep them from killing. I bet you dont know what Im talking about. But, long story short, you can tell I have a hard life. May I come with you? I would hate to be here another day."

I didnt understand her speach very well. But I can tell, those foxes mean business. And only sought for blood. I stared into her green eye. It shimmered with joy. I didnt notice it, but I must've said yes, that Hazel can come with me. I was so...drawn... to her. She turned her head and all I could see now was her blue eye. "Are you ready to leave...? I cannot take it here any longer." I nodded again and we walked to my den. I was hoping Sly wont be an annoying jerk to her.

We returned home shortly after we talked. I saw, and smelled blood. I searched frantically for Midnight. Did Sly kill her? Sly walked out, his mouth blood-shot red. I snarled and ready to kill him. "Dimwit....you missed your own sister's kits be born." I shook my head and felt awful. I missed the birth of my neices and nephews.

I walked up to Midnight, mouthed the words "Sorry" and she nodded. She saw Hazel and grinned to herself. Hazel walked past Sly, and hissed in his face. No matter who or what was a fox, she hated. I turned around and saw Hazel purring herself to sleep. I sat down and crept toward her. She peeked through her eyes and murmured, "Knock yourself out. Besides..im freezing." I layed down next to her. She was warmer than me! Hazel must have heard my thoughts, cuddled closer to me, and purred. I stared down at her. What will she do when its sunrise?

I woke up earlier than Hazel. Earlier than everyone actually. I decided to bring them all food. Until I noticed a fresh scent. The scent of a....fox? It couldnt be. The fox clan was far from here, and Sly..he was asleep. Or was he? I quickly turned around and saw Sly's gleaming eyes. I didnt know if I was afraid, or about ready to claw him to shreads.

"Hello Dusk." He replied with his teeth gleaming. He wanted me to feel afraid. But I stood proud and had my eyes locked on his. He turned away from my glare and continued. "I see you met Hazel. Yep, good cat." He smirked, "my pack found that stupid house pet wandering around. She took them for granted and claimed herself 'leader.' They were about to kill her, until you came along. They were happen to give her up to you." I was done with listening, and pounced on him, claws first. I got his nose, and it started oozing warm blood. I couldnt tell if I had his blood on me, or my own. I thought it was my win, until I saw the same purple eyes staring at me, followed by more eyes. The fox pack.

I can continue writing if I win him <3

Art:{Made by you this is all up to you through you don't have to do it but it shows your dedication}
I dont think it counts, but I used lineart... Fullybody Headshot, in pumkin
Other: Good luck to other people going for #5!

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My gallery · by **Coali** » Mon Oct 04, 2010 4:33 pm

Kennel: 26
Name: Jasper
Breed: Feral Gray Wolf
Age: 3 Human Years
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I was looking here to see if I could find a beautiful and creative design to adopt and I guess I found him. I love his markings and the way he looks. I will give him a home in my character thread and a place in my heart.
Personailty:
Witty Boy
Jasper is very smart and cunning. He learned from his father,who was a great leader. He can't go a day without out-witting somebody. He also makes sharp,and sometimes rude remarks, make that smart alack remarks. He can't hide his smarts and has a knack for figuring things out.
Protective
Jasper is very protective over others. He would kill and die for his pack members. He is also protective of what others say,and he often snaps because of a rude comment to one of his family members.
Possesive
Jasper is possessive over his cuffs,he refuses to take them off and wont let anybody touch them. He doesn't like his paws being touched and is easily angered by this.
Clumsy
He has trouble with balance and coordination and if he had to land a killing blow he would sooner get killed. He isn't clumsy usually but can be at times.
Underdog
Even on his long legs he is smaller than the rest of his pack and often finds himself getting under others paws. He thinks of him self as someone of the same level as the humans and often finds himself daydreaming about their homes and how they build them.
Speed
Thanks to his long legs,Jasper is also very fast. He picks up speed quickly and easily and is swift and quick on his paws. He hunts very well and is helpful to his pack.
Aggressive
Jasper can be very aggressive to those he doesn't know or those who threaten his pack. He is aggressive toward humans especially if the human has a weapon.
Likes/Dislikes:
Though born in the wild he likes cities and human towns. He loves their creativity and the way their architecture.He hates humans themselves. He hates how they think they are the best and that they are better than all the other species on the planet. He hates being trapped inside of their brick dens and inside of walls. He much rather prefers the open air and the wind in his fur. He likes stars and water and can swim pretty well. He is fascinated by art and gnaws pictures into bones.

Histroy/Backround:

As I walked down the hill after my parents,I was stopped abruptly. "Now where d'ya think your goin' runt?" Snickered the wolf that had been chosen to babysit the pups. Our pack consisted of mostly long-legged,sturdy,muscular males and strong-minded,swift,small females with long legs. We were fast and cunning and all have tattoos of some sort painted on by Jamancia,the healer. She paints them on with something from her den made out of herbs that for some reason never comes out. And now I sit in her den as she gently applies the black liquid to my fur in short,quick strokes and dots. When she is done I stand up and strut around,she giggles. "How do I look?" I ask my den-mates as I enter our den. I am the runt and even as pups then are two times my size. "Good Jasper." Says Jayleen,my sister. I smile a rather wolfish smile and play bow to my sister,looking up at her as another male walks in,one of the younger members of the pack. A yearling as we call them. Not a pup,nor a full grown wolf either. "Hello Tallus,will you be telling us a story today?" I yipped and bowed to him.

This was a tradition of ours,to bow. You see in our packs, we have a tight set of laws and ranks. First are the alpha male and female,or mom and dad,next come the betas,second in charge,then comes the healer,she is highly ranked and liked,next are the fighters and hunters,like I will be when I grow up,and then there are the mothers,elders,yearlings,and lastly pups. Yearlings are nearly ranked as lowly as we are,but the laws say that all wolves are to be regarded equally but with more patience for the elders and pups. "Tallus?" I repeated in my british accent,something that the pack had acquired. "Yes pup?" He said,then nodded. "Oh,right,yes,stories....well...." He began,then raised an eyebrow at me. "What kind of story." He asked quirkily. "Oh oh oh I know!" Exclaimed my sister as the other pups gathered into a circle around the yearling. "How about the one that is about...ummm..." she paused,"the battle with the other pack!" I interrupted and we all nodded sharply.

"Really,about the. Well,okay." He replied. Shutting his eyes. "It was a dark and stormy night as the packs trekked down the long,mysterious mountains and through the shadows,the rain poured down and blood red eyes were seen through the mist,watching all of the Raven Pack Fighters. Silently,they launched down upon us,using sharp teeth to tear at our fur and-" I stopped him. "That isn't how it goes,you weren't there,you don't know." I said,rolling my eyes. He gently knocked me over with a massive paw. "I have heard it enough Jasper. Besides,you weren't there either." He continued,"But,if you would like to tell the story,then go o-." I shook my head. "No Tallus." I sighed and sat down,soon captivated again as he continued the story. Near the end,as he announced our victory I jumped into the air with a paw up. "Raven Pack Wins! We always win!" I said,wagging my tail as I curled up in my nest. "Good night young ones,sleep well." Tallus said as he left the den. Little did I know how wrong I was when I said we always win.

"Jasper,wake up!" The shrill scream awoke me from my drowsy slumber. I am now nearly three years old and not nearly the pup I used to be.

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My gallery · by **! october** » Tue Oct 05, 2010 9:32 am

My gallery · by **Syra** » Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:03 am

Kennel: 26
Name: Ridrick ( very small change from Riddick, I know, but it is what i read it as the first time and I loved it xD)
Aliases: Rid, Riddy, Riddle
Gender: Male
Age: 2 years
Breed: Feral Grey Wolf
-Why do you want this animal &What will you do for this animal?-
When I first saw his picture I fell in love with him, and unlike most of the donations that I see, inspiration struck me immediately when I saw him. Even if I do not get him, I need to let out his story from inside my head. As for what I would do for him, I would probably use him as my main roleplaying character for wild rps here on CS, I might look for a mate for him, I'd put him on my character thread, and I'll probably make and/or get more art of him ^-^ Most likely of all though he'll end up becoming one of those characters that follows me around in my head since even while writing this he has been prowling in the depths of my mind.

Personality:
Skittish- Where he still a pup this would be defined as shy, but in the process of growing up he lost most of his fear of others. Now a days he is simply a bit shy around new areas and tends to get a little jumpy.
Thoughtful- Rid is the sort to think long on things that he has an interest in, namely his own imaginative ideas. This isn't however to say that he thinks over his actions before doing them.
Hasty- In fact when Rid is in a bad mood or just not in a very careful one he is a fast to act, slow to think sort of wolf. He lets himself be lead by his instincts most of the time when he is in a thought situation, though this has thus far in his life proved useful since he'd likely be dead otherwise; however, just as often, it gets him into trouble.
Possessive- If Rid like something, or even someone, he is very likely to cling onto it and very unlikely to share it with anyone. His favorite word without a doubt is "Mine."
Protective- Of those wolves that he likes, he becomes very protective. It is only when they are endangered that you'll see his truly feral side come out apart from when he is hunting.
Gentle- Yet to those he loves he is very gentle, afraid to hurt them. He could just as easily lick a wolf's wounds clean or place those wounds there himself depending on the situation and his feelings towards said wolf.
Mistrusting- Rid is very quick to grab onto any signs of betrayal or aggressiveness and become wary towards the wolf emitting such signals. He is no longer an easily trusting person and he has learned that being such could easily kill him and more likely hurt those less strong around him.

Likes:
- Running, Dreaming, Pine Trees, Snow, and Chasing Fireflies

Dislikes:
- Bears, Injustice, Swimming, and Large Packs

Histroy/Backround:
Ridrick's life began the same as any wolf pup's. He came from someplace warm and protective, then through a painful process, came to this world, crying with mewling sounds he could not himself hear. Like any healthy pup though he soon found his way to the source of the comforting smells of milk and home, his mother's belly. Life was normal for this little pup on his first day. Or at least it would seem as such.

In truth, his life was already very complicated, as well as those of the rest of his litter-mates. This was because his mother was not the alpha's mate, but rather his wayward sister with little actual rank in the pack. On top of that her pups, Rid included, were only half pack blooded. Their father, a loner, was long gone and, while the pack did not openly reject her or the pups, tensions over the litter were high.

The majority of the pack did their best to turn a blind eye to the obvious other scent on the pups, but the alpha's mate wasn't so keen to do so. Her own litter would be born soon and she didn't want them having any competition when the time for their birth came. Her mate's sister or not she wasn't going to stand for her such reckless behavior of the lower ranks. Pack vengeance, the severe beating of Rid's mother and the kidnapping and abandonment of his whole litter outside of the dens, was therefore wrought by her.

Rid was doomed to die. Aside from the fact that his mother was too beaten to manage even standing to bring her pups back out of the dangerous open, it would have also ordered her death as well had she done such. Like a coward she valued her own life over those of her six pups and she left them there to the mercy of any wolf or other animal that became annoyed at their pitiful yips or was hungry enough to eat wolf pup. Somehow though, the blind and deaf Rid wriggled his way around aimlessly and managed to end up in the alpha's choice place for marking his den.

Thus, covered in the strong scent of the alpha, the alpha's mate found Rid right beside her den, passed out with exhaustion. It is not known whether it was because his accomplishment of traveling so far impressed the alpha's mate or if it was simply because he was drenched in the scent of the wolf that meant home and safety to the wolfess that she took the pup in as her own, but it was most likely a combination of both. The wolfess was easily able to provide milk for him so near to her own birthing so there was no reason for her to employ his protection to his birth mother.

By the time that her own pups were born, the alpha had also accepted Rid as his son, despite his true relation of being his nephew. Rid's real mother wasn't so glad of the adoption of her son. She took her time though, brooding behind the scenes, not taking much part in Rid's life.. yet.

As Ridrick grew into a stronger form of pup-hood, he was quick to pick a favorite of his three new "siblings", a little wolfess by the identity of Grasil. She was a small, bashful thing with a rosy tint to her fur. Being so beautiful and shy, Ridrick was always quick to protect her from any harm and often times hoarded her time to himself. His other two siblings were another slightly larger female and a male, both of whom preferred the other over Rid or Grasil, who were so much less willing to play-fight.

For the most part Rid was growing into a shy and gentle young wolf who was very protective of his little sister. The pack accepted him now, following after the actions of the alpha, yet their was always one wolfess of low ranking watching him with a strange look on her face that gave him the shivers and always made him take an instinctive step between Grasil and her. One night he asked his "mother" who the creepy wolfess was. The answer he received was that she was the sister of his father, but was shamed for having betrayed pack loyalties and had pups with a loner. Much of this was too high above his head for him to understand, but he got the basic gist, she was a strange wolf, related but not to be trusted. Soon though he was going to find out just how related to her he really was.

After months of brooding and angsting over the lose of her children and higher status, Rid's mother had convinced herself that it was all the fault of her nieces and nephews. Grief and vengeance were driving her off the edge of sanity and being left to her own devices her mind was slowly twisting in on itself. Her pain and hidden rage were quickly refining themselves into a sharp arrow of blame, aiming itself at the pups that Rid called his siblings. The night after a good hunt, when all the pack was full and sleepy, she let her arrow fly.

She managed to catch Rid's brothers, with his neck between her jaws, while they were all still asleep; however, the noise he let out as she shook him quickly back and forth trying to break his neck arose the rest of the den's inhabitants. His neck snapped before they were fully awake and able to do anything though. As she dropped the limp pup she turned her gaze on Rid and his two sisters. Rid's fur puffed up in fear and anger and he stepped in front of his sisters, staring the crazed wolf down. At the same time his aclaimed parents had woken up fully as well and dove for his mother, their sharp teeth and claws backing her into the corner of their den. That was a mistake.

Cornered, the crazed wolf became even more crazed and afraid. The instinctive drive to get out alive along with a burst of adrenaline sent her through the pair of adult wolves, her claws and teeth flying and snapping at them in a way that allowed them not to get any hit of their own in at her. Her movements were unpredictable even to herself and as she broke free from between the two of them she lashed out at Grasil and grabbed Rid up in her jaws at the same moment. Rid let out a cry of fear and distress as she bolted from the den, carrying him far away from his shaken and injured family. He hadn't even had the chance to see if Grasil was alright or not, for the world became a blur.

Rid's mother carried him for a long time, never slowing her adrenaline aided pace, until her passed out of shock and exhaustion. When he awoke it was in an area he had never seen before and that smelled not of the pack. The scent made his fur raise and he whined fearfully, not yet remembering what else he had to fear.

Not pack! Others! Danger!

His instincts were shouting at him as he tried to get his bearings. He was in a small den under the roots of an old tree. It smelled faintly of badger, though the scent was very stale, and very strongly of an unfamiliar wolf. When he turned around he saw who the scent was coming from. It was his mother, though he knew her not as such, and her scent had twisted into that of a stranger when so soaked in sweat, blood, mud, and he knew not what else.

He didn't care that she wasn't a stranger though, remembering what she had done was enough to cause his fear to increase rather then fade. Then the fear was drown out by anger and he lifted his paw, aiming his puppy sized claws at the wolf's face. At that precise moment her eyes opened and looked up at him before her lips drew back in a half snarl-half smile.

Mine! Safe! Taken back from evil wolves! No longer need fear!

Her scents and movements let off these messages, so mixed and strange that Rid whimpered and backed away. Yet a truth hit him with a strong understanding beyond his short months. This was his mother. He scented on her the smell that his supposed mother had always let off when looking at his siblings, but had smelled a little off when she lay eyes on him. It was the smell of their biological connection, a scent meant to calm and comfort him. Instead it scared him even more.

Rid let out a sharp bark, almost more whine than threat and looked around for a way to get away. When he spotted one behind the wolf who's scent claimed him as her pup, he made a leap over her. She made a movement to catch him but her injuries that the adrenaline had allowed her to ignore would be silent no longer, and he heard he make a whine behind him from pain as she bolted through the opening.

Running now he allowed his instincts to take over. His mind went blank and he was consumed by the running. His body knew what to do as it scented along the trail that his mother had left, making his way back to pack. To home.

The sun rise had long past when his small body finally met up with the wolves he had thought of as his parents for most of his life, and he collapsed from exhaustion. He hadn't even made it most of the way to his home. They had been tracking the same scent line he had been taking home and found him instead. The alpha and his mate looked down at Rid in his exhaustion, then glanced at each other, coming to a silent decision. Rid's chosen mother picked him up, causing his sore body to reflexively flinch, and carried him back to the den he had grown up thinking of as home. His father on the other hand continued down the trail.

My mom. My dad. Other is not real. Not mother. Just a crazy wolfess. The decision came to him with deep certainty as he fell into another trance during their remaining travels.

When Rid arrived back at his den with his true mother, he was met by a very painful truth. His brother hadn't been the only casualty. When the crazy wolfess had struck out at Grasil, her aim had been true enough to slice through the young pup's throat. Grasil had bled out with her parents and sister doing their best to help the situation that would agree to no helping. Grasil was gone. Rid was left only with his mother and his shaken sister to comfort him as he let out his own whines and growls of grief.

His father didn't return that night; nor, did he return the next day. It wasn't until the next night that he returned, covered in the blood of the crazy wolf and a scent that reeked of victory and a hint of pain. Rid ran to him, but his father shot a look at him for a moment that said he could still smell the crazy wolf on Rid and the blood-lust in him rushed to the surface again for a moment before he pushed it back down along with his fur. Rid was puzzled by his father's reaction but took it as a sign to back off for a while.

While his family treated him well, some of the others in the pack looked at him with mistrust and fear. He knew they had figured out what had happened and blamed him partially for it. He grew up the next year suffering through their disdain until he could fend for himself. At that point he took a regretful leave of his pack. He loved his parents and remaining sister dearly, almost enough to stay, but the pack had too many other members in it who would just as soon see him gone forever.

Life on his own proved harder then he thought it would be though. Territories were sometimes hard to discern from unowned lands and when he crossed over a border without thinking he was sometimes attacked. At first these events scared him nearly to death, but eventually he learned to expect them almost everywhere new he went.

Hunting was hard as well. Without the other to help it was nearly impossible to fell a deer, young or old. He found himself chasing rabbits fruitlessly and eating carrion instead of actually hunting. Once he tried some berries shining brightly from a bush but they tasted bitter and made him sick so he gave up on them.

Once when Rid was very far from his old home he smelled a acidic smell that was akin to that of a tree hit by lightning. The moment he smelled it some instinct in him made him turn around and head in an almost opposite direction.

Danger! Pain! Death lies that way!

His instincts screamed at him so that he couldn't get away from the place fast enough.

Eventually Ridrick settled in a small unclaimed area with an old abandoned fox den that he dug out a little deeper to suite him better. He dared not mark his territory beyond the small den for fear it would signal to another loner that the area was plentiful enough to try and fight for. It was very well possible that a newly mated pair might also try to take it from him if he marked it so and he knew that even if he could take one wolf, he probably couldn't take on two wolves, especially not two with young love coursing through their veins, strengthening their fighting with fear the other might get hurt.

Now he lives on this area, sometimes leaving to hunt away for a few days so as not to scare away all the wild life directly near his own home. He is growing into a very wise and strong wolf, but more time might also prove him an alpha if he ever seeks a mate. Some day his land might grow into a territory for a great, if small, pack.

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My gallery · by **Tiikeria** » Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:13 am

Red October wrote:
How long will this poll probably go on for? :3

As far as I know, until our Dictator of Dictatoryness feels like ending it. XD I think the second option has run over the others...and flattened them.

My gallery · by **Lirrie** » Tue Oct 05, 2010 11:15 am

Can I reword my form a bit? like the reason whys part and the background part.

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