Tough as Nails Adoption (Closed for renovations!)

[Hanoverian]

Goodness, time goes by so quickly! Although I love this character, I just don't have enough time to write a decent form. Hopefully she'll stick around for another round... I'm withdrawing my form.

I would like to adopt!
Number: 12
Picture:
Name: Tiria
Species: Fox
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:
A picture you drew:
WIP

[Jayfur101]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 12
Picture:
Name:
Species:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
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: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH.

[SilverHund]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 16
Picture:
Name: Draco
Species: Ball Python
Personality: Draco is cheerful and happy despite his treatment in life, but he is prone to outbursts of bad language when he becomes irritated or is bullied.
Likes: his friends, his brother (Kimi), mouse, rat, his master
Dislikes: the bully (Strake), Ocean Breeze, Kayko, Brigade, being alone, his curse
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.) I was not always what I am today. I used to be a very normal ball python. Until a witch cursed me for eating an herb from her garden.

He hit the ground hard. The air was knocked out of his body. His green and yellow eyes looked up towards his attacker. It was Ocean breeze again. Why her? Draco slithered out of her way. "Trying to run?" Kayko sneered. Draco nipped her leg and fled into a hole. The gang of dogs waited outside. He began digging away and into the earth to find another exit. When he got to the other side, he dug into a gap between the roots of a tree and hid there. He gasped for breath, then hissed angrily, "What did I ever do to deserve this? Just because I don't look like them doesn't mean they can treat me like #%&@!"
A picture you drew: OPTIONAL! This will only get you extra credit. You still have to write the rest of the form. COLORED IN LINEART IS NOT ACCEPTABLE. IT HAS TO BE ART YOU DREW FROM SCRATCH.

[neonfrozen]

I would like to adopt!

Number:

Eight (8)

Picture:

Coming Soon.

Name:

Takeri (Tack-ear-e)

Species:

Some sub-species of a snake, crossed with Unknown and a Corn Snake.

Personality:

Mostly gloomy. He doesnt get very cheerful much, because he always gets harrased for the texture of his skin. Warm and Fluffy. [WIP]

Likes

[WIP]

Dislikes:

[WIP]

Background:

[Major WIP]

A picture you drew:

In the making, right now!!

[Amazonboy]

(has anyone gone for 8 or 4 yet?)

[EarthStar]

The person above you is going for eight. X3

[Døx]

And someone on the previous page is going for 4.

[iBrevity]

Please do not count this form this week. x3
If he stays up for another week I'll try again, I just didn't have time to write a good backstory and/or personality for him.

I would like to adopt!
Number: #8.
Name: Aero.
Scientific Species: Eunectes adelo agra.
Commonly Called: The Obscure Trap Anaconda, or the Calico Anaconda.

Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:

Background:
I've always been a half a second ahead of the world; as if everyone and everything around me moves in a slower circulation. In fights, and hunts, and competitions, I know things a split second before they actually happen; and I can react in my faster world before they are even aware what they're about to do.
It is a trait all in my bloodline share, and it is why we are called the Obscure Trap Anaconda; because we lay beneath the soil for hours, days if the hunt calls for it, and wait. When we feel somebody is coming, know somebody is coming, we leap out from the small hole just when they approach and take them. The game is, after a few years, boring. There is little room for error in the comfortable sense of knowing whats coming.
But there is one fallback to this quirk, one back door that has earned my kind a place on the endangered species list. When underground, we can never see what's coming. We know its something, and we can judge its weight and size by the pressure it puts on the earth, but there is consistently that gamble with our lives; that is may be a larger snake, or a predator we had never encountered before immune to our constriction.
It is this single fail safe that landed me into the boiling pot of the illegal animal trade world.

...

(2500 words maximum, 100 words minimum.)

A picture you drew:

Adoption cap slot?: Yes.
Staff signature: Atwood.

[huge wip]

[To Kill The Necarae]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 20
Picture:
Name: Killina
Species: Unicornus
Personality: Delights in restless movement; fast-thinking
Likes: Fire, guarding his lands
Dislikes: Interruptions of men
Background: Among the seven houses, the rarest are the Killina. Very seldom are they seen by man. They delight in restless movement without repose, for many lands are subject to their government. Their inner nature flashes forth, giving off a holy fire. Indeed, their badge is a fiery horn of such adamantine power that it trembles at the edge of mortal vision- few are the eyes that can perceive it. In this world, their ministry is to the Kingdoms of the east, but seldom need they intrude upon the affairs of man. Thus their appearance is an omen of portentous impart, heraling the reign of a great king, or a high and noble birth. To the Killina is appointed the keeping of the Three Secret Sayings, to be revealed only at the finish of this present age.

Come! he will bring thee to the Fisher King and where the bright sun rises on golden dew and gentle fields that spread beyond the walls of the world. And he shall show thee the shining valleys where thou shalt find the Golden Cup and leave the Cup behind, And across the Weary Waste shall he guide thee, unto the Seven Protectors dwell. Then thou, and nevermore can to hide, nor false becoming.
A picture you drew: uh. I can't draw. :3

[Ekio]

[color=#404080]I would like to adopt!
Number: 4
Picture:
Name: Picatta
Species: Mimic (Parrot/Cat)
Personality: Quiet and reflective, she isn’t one to be a “yes man”
Likes: Mangos{she steals them from Puk at times}, watching her new friends hatch crazy plans, leafy shade, the changing seasons {simple pleasures like long rainy days curled up inside, winter snows}
Dislikes: Poachers, cages, cheese and ice
Background :Picatta swooped in for a berry on a low bush her only thought being the rumble in her stomach. Her hunger outweighed the nervous feeling that had kept all the Mimics restless for the past few days. As the netting flicked swiftly out of the tree around her her heart sunk.”I should have listened” Her struggles to free herself did nothing but tangle her wings further. Sighing she wondered what would happen now.

The man who picked her netting up didn’t even look her direction. Noting but an item to him her worries deepened.

Shivering in the metal cage the man had tossed her in she knew she wasn’t alone, but preferred not to speak.
Thoughts of home only brought tears and her Una had always told her those were useless.

A bright light woke her the next morning, her cage was jarred from it’s position and as her eyes adjusted she could see some of the other creatures who’d been abducted as well. From lemurs to the bright bugs that were bitter on the tongue and all of them were terrified.

The next days were a bit of a blur, and certainly not something she felt like remembering. Shipped, inspected, held in quarantine to make sure they were healthy for market and stocked in an exotic pet store.
Her carefree quiet life had become a whirlwind of terror.

The time as stock was maddening, they were fed and watered and the large trays underneath them removed, cleaned and swapped, but other than the peering eyes when someone came in to look, nothing much else happened. There was the hope of escape and the hope of being purchased, but not much else.

Her stint in the window nearly drove her over the edge but for Chrissa.

Her angel at the time, and her best friend now.
These days the only window she’s stuck in is by choice. The bay window at her new home provides the best nap spot on warm sunny days.
Besides, who wouldn’t love a safe life of air balloon rides, adventures and swiping Puk’s mangos.

A picture you drew: