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What is a MP3 Canine?
MP3 Canines are Canines with either floppy or pointy ears. Ones with floppy ones are normally more dog like, ones with Pointy ears are more wolf like. Each Canine can have a different tail, wolf or dog, they get the same ones, but there are different types. MP3's can be Newborns, Teens or Adults! They come in any colours and patterns, natural or not. But normally, the MP3 player and ear plugs/headphones are the same colour, with the same type of pattern on them. MP3 Canines are very friendly around their owners, but can be a bit wary around strangers. They live in packs and are very social with other MP3's.

Looks more like a stuffed toy rather than a living MP3. Does it really have a soul?

Note: This MP3 will NOT grow due to it not being truely alive...


W I L L Y


The dollmaker took a step back, letting out a sigh as her admired her work. For four months she had been working on this special doll, pouring her heart and soul into sewing it together, stuffing it with cotton wool, and adding the finishing touches. That was the most important part, she always told people she met, the ones who didn't think that spending months on making a single doll was a wise decision, especially not for her economy. But making dolls wasn't just a job, a way of making money. It was her life, her way of expressing herself. And this particular doll was best she had ever done. It was the size of a real dog, and it was able to stand by itself on all four legs. If she concentrated, she could almost see the slight rising of its chest as it breathed.
'What should I call you?' she said, partly to herself. She thought for a moment, before a name came into her head. It had been the name of her brother, who had died at young age. Somehow this doll brought up the memories of him. 'Willy!' she exclaimed, and as soon as the words left her lips, she knew that it was the right choice. She then smiled at Willy, and, to her surprise, the doll smiled back.

[TessyTheWolf]

Name: Willy
Gender: Male
Short story of how they came to be: "The dollmaker took a step back, letting out a sigh as her admired her work. For four months she had been working on this special doll, pouring her heart and soul into sewing it together, stuffing it with cotton wool, and adding the finishing touches. That was the most important part, she always told people she met, the ones who didn´t think that spending months on making a single doll was a wise decision, especially not for her economy. But making dolls wasn´t just a job, a way of making money. It was her life, her way of expressing herself. And this particular doll was best she had ever done. It was the size of a real dog, and it was able to stand by itself on all four legs. If she concentrated, she could almost see the slight rising of its chest as it breathed.
'What should I call you?' she said, partly to herself. She thought for a moment, before a name came into her head. It had been the name of her brother, who had died at young age. Somehow this doll brought up the memories of him. 'Willy!' she exclaimed, and as soon as the words left her lips, she knew that it was the right choice. She then smiled at Willy, and, to her surprise, the doll smiled back."

[Levina]

Name: Stich
Gender: Male
Short story of how they came to be: Theres a reason why vodoo is dangerous 1. you could be the one being cursed 2.The black magic goes wrong
Stich had gained a certain future which he did not know, that the vodoo he creates would one day strike back at him.

It was a normal day for Stich, back then he was a plain cream canine with a brown nose before the curse struck. As a hobby he had practised vodoo with dolls, obviously not on real canines he wasnt an evil spirt of some kind but instead he used mice as his ginuea pigs he would make dolls out of them then slowly made the doll dance, canines enjoyed this much thinking that the mice where talented not under a spell. A canine walked up to him from behind the large croud ''Witch crafter, eh?'' Said the canine ''Um no not at all!'' he replied hiding his talent away ''Im here to ask you for a commision, you see that Canine over there? He stole something presious to me and i want it back without risking my life, would you mind doing some vodoo on him for me?'' The canine asked he was a stranger so Stich said ''No, im not hurting anyone!'' ''Oh, but ill pay you! 400 for the job deal?'' He was bribing him slighly offering a underpay than what normaly was the price but Stich was young and 400 was a lot to him his eyes glowed he lived in a poor family so he could do a bit with that ''Deal!'' he said running home. He made the doll and took his sharpest needle and slowly peirsed it into his heart. Stich got payed of course, but the next day when he woke up he saw 4 holes in each eye. ''Whats this?'' He said and walked to the mirror he was like an old teddy button eyes, needles in the fabric he was now made out of, patches and stiches just like a vodoo doll... his curse had come true.

[wandzie.]

Awesome!
Remember the adopt me sign c:

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Oops, seemed to forget that.

[wandzie.]

Oops, seemed to forget that.

It's absolutely fine!
I do it once or twice XD

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bump.

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bump

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I will judge this tomorrow.

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And the winner of this canine is... TessyTheWolf!

I enjoyed reading both stories, but the way Tessy's was written made me smile. I enjoyed the other one but it just seemed a little unrealistic and so I had to go with this one. Congrats on adopting Willy! c:

Name: Willy
Gender: Male
Short story of how they came to be: "The dollmaker took a step back, letting out a sigh as her admired her work. For four months she had been working on this special doll, pouring her heart and soul into sewing it together, stuffing it with cotton wool, and adding the finishing touches. That was the most important part, she always told people she met, the ones who didn´t think that spending months on making a single doll was a wise decision, especially not for her economy. But making dolls wasn´t just a job, a way of making money. It was her life, her way of expressing herself. And this particular doll was best she had ever done. It was the size of a real dog, and it was able to stand by itself on all four legs. If she concentrated, she could almost see the slight rising of its chest as it breathed.
'What should I call you?' she said, partly to herself. She thought for a moment, before a name came into her head. It had been the name of her brother, who had died at young age. Somehow this doll brought up the memories of him. 'Willy!' she exclaimed, and as soon as the words left her lips, she knew that it was the right choice. She then smiled at Willy, and, to her surprise, the doll smiled back."