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[June Bug]

FFFRRRIIIDDDAAAYYY!!!!!!

Do not spam, you've been asked before and I'm getting very tired of it.

[Tripp]

Guys try to have all forms finished tonight :]

[Veggievampire]

I'ma try and get my form done..but I have a feeling Freya will get her..her form is epic.
>.<

[versicolor]

I have to finish up my form then! XD Thanks for the heads up though, Tripp ^^

[Bartimaeus]

For some reason, I'm craving really in the mood for a zombi character. o3o

~Barty

[cedaar]

Ohhh, yeah, me too. sounds cool... o.0

[Tripp]

I'll donate skoll

jk jkjkjkjk people would slaughter me if i did that >>'

I'll make something :3

[cedaar]

YAY! Okay, thanks. XD

[iBrevity]

Pet's ID Tag: #127.
Known in the Town as: Teddy.
True Name: Seneca.
Gender: Male.

Reason You Want It: His design inspires me, fully. I've been trying to avoid him all week, but I keep returning to the Agency page and looking at him again and again. Although simple, its gorgeous; and those blues on him are just stunning. The fact that he is a sheepdog is something that is new to me, since I have no characters like that [merely mutts, no specific breeds]. I hope his story shows how much I want him and proves how much I would take good care of him. c: His design would look beautiful next to some of my others, and besides that, he's not complicated enough to be a pain to get art of; so he would be spoiled with that too. <3

History/Background:
"As a puppy he had been overlooked a thousand times before. Too plain, too blue, too small, too weak. He was shuffled through dark pet shops and darker owners and by the time he somehow made it to his second birthday, he was a beaten adolescent with aggression problems and a spreading distaste of humankind."
He escaped his sixth house after chewing a tunnel through the back of their prized leather couch and was thrown into the rain. A purebred sheepdog, his breeder had originally thought he was destined for greatness in the show ring and earning thousands of dollars; but somehow, something had ruined it all. His breeder has decided not to keep him, and Seneca had been purchased by a pet shop that had no moral rights to keep dogs at all anymore. He lived in solitude for the next three years, mainly on the streets, finding food where he could and company where he might beg for it."

"But it was then, when Seneca was four years old, that he found the lure of the mountains. He had never lived in a city before that touched the base of the Andes, but when he arrived in Russia, nestled into the mountains, he found a frigid wonderland in the tundra that waited for him there."
It was in this swirl of snowflakes and beauty that Seneca found the wilderness. He found a place lacking of humans and other submissive dogs, and uncovered instead somewhere he could escape his suffocating past and the influence of the slimy people that lived in the town."
And so he thrived here, venturing further and further every evening he disappeared into the palace of ice and snow. Seneca was generally ignored by the wolf packs that lived lurking in the shadows and his sheepdog bloodline kept him warm enough to survive; and by the time he was five, he lived always in the snow."

I looked down at the puppies that looked up at me with hopeful, glazed eyes. A soft chuckle unwound from my throat at their eager faces. "And that, is all I know." I finished with another laugh.
One Corgi stood up and wagged her tail back and forth. "Charlie, thank you for coming and telling us this story tonight." She looked up at the darkened 'closed' sign of the pet shop and deflated at the reminder of where she lived; but after a second, she brightened and declared, "One day, I'm going to run out into the wild like Seneca did."
The other puppies chorused their agreements and I laughed, soothing my nose against the heads of the most vocal. "Shush little pups, and lay your heads to sleep. I'll sneak in again tomorrow night." I promised, and they calmed down at it, tucking their heads up beneath their paws. I watched them until their eyes slipped shut and the dreams soothed their minds.
As soon as I was certain all of them were asleep, I snuck out through the back door, open only a few inches for my entrance and exit. I paused on the sidewalk, looked around for any close vehicles, and began loping into the snowstream that was encroaching on the small Russian town. I lifted my head and released a long, chilling howl into the frosty air, wallowing in this lie, loving this secret life that none of the town dogs knew.
Teddy? Ha. Like I would ever allow a foolish human family to dub me such a horrible name. No, now, when I disappeared into the trees and snow banks, my blue eyes read a different name; Seneca.

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

This is in time for this week's code drop, right? c:

[cedaar]

Can I donate this hound I created?? I think it's really cool. ^^
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... auto&rev=1