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[Thickshake]

I would like to adopt!
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[alas,]

My idea for Nie's background is a creative story of his life until the present with his personality shinning throughout the whole thing. :3 Sorry if it becomes a little off track. ^^; It also goes into his future, too, so some of this stuff hasn't happened yet like the graduation. :3

I've found that research shows that Silken Windhounds are a very gentle, docile creature. Nie is more cruel than that, so if you judge by species specifics as another factor or quality, so sorry. D: I see him as an outcast of his kind, more rough than that as his personality suggests. ::nodnod::

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I would like to adopt! Isn't it obvious? <3

:| Number.
Seventeen. -17.-

:| Picture.


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Basics;;

:| Name.
Nie Domestiziert Sobald Wild. German for 'never domesticated, once wild'. Though he prefers to be called Nie. ( nye doe-mes-tyz-ert so-bahld wy-lld )

:| Gender.
Male.

:| Species.
Silken Windhound, also known as the Silken. [x][x]

:| Age.
Four dogs years, maturity of a early-twenty year old human. Though the history has his future in it too, so he gets older- though this is his set age. :3

:| Mate.
Lacks one, though he doesn't want one, nor does he not not want one.

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Physical Specifics;;

:| Coat.
A dark pallet of different browns. Very soft and luxious. Feels like a portable cloud to pet.

:| Height.
Average height, about twenty-two inches tall.

:| Weight.
Under-weight, about thirty-four pounds.

:| Health.
Under-weight, has a small history of joint problems from agility training, but other than that he is considerablely healthy.

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Mental Specifics;;

:| Personality.
Jagged, short temparment, understanding, sarcastic, competitive, outgoing, stubborn.

Jagged;;
He's been torn the hasty way, he says. Not sure if he is meant to be this way, it's just natural. Maybe he's sad about the future, because as far as he can remember, nothing dramtic ever hurt him in the past. This trait makes him rather unsure of what to feel, he's choppy just like anybody. Choppy like the waves~

Short Temparment;;
He is not patient. At all. He will simply loose it and begin to snap at those who bother him. No real reason for these actions, he's just very expecting of others.

Understanding;;
When other people speak to him, it is easy to feel for those who are talking. He's sympathetic, if that's what you're thinking. This makes Nie a great guy to talk to during your troubles unless you'e going to complain about something he thinks is okay- he'll snap.

Sarcastic;;
Nie is very joking. He likes to take every chance he can to be the jester. The fact brightens up his life, persay.

Competitive;;
Winning makes him feel wanted, losing makes his feel embarrassed. He desires pride, so he's always rearing to go and will mud-sling in order to feel good.

Outgoing;;
Nie loves trying new things, and seeing new things as well. You don't want to die in a box of the very little you've encountered!

Stubborn;;
Don't tell him what he doesn't want to hear. He'll deny it, so there's use.

:| Likes.
Camp-fire stories, stars, wind, being alone, poems, Kalia.

Camp-fire stories;;
All stories, really, though these just have that extra umph that tales always need. He can place himsel in the character's place making everything so muh more intense, so much more realistic.

Stars;;
“The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched.” - Henry David Thoreau

Wind;;
"How is it that such a creature can be so free
While I roam nothing more
But my master's home.

I do not hate it, but may I plea
While you comb my fur
The wind can do it quicker.

Its own exsistance may just be
A dream of my own
You feel it too, you say?

How is that such a creature can be so free
But living so unnoticeablely?"

This is what Nie feels about the wind, and therefore pities it, but envies it as well. Mixed feelings, I suppose.

Being Alone;;
He's like an orange. The outside is so bumpy and rough, but the inside so sweet and juicy, webs connection to everything that dares to take a closer look. When he's alone he unpeels himself and becomes some monster of the deep emotions no one else knows they own.

Poems;;
The only deep thing that Nie reconizes as a calming object. He cannot write them for he is a dog, but sometimes speaks in them and uses them as metaphors. But, he does always remember a poem he has designed within his mind.

Kalia;;
She's the only one who seems to care about him, therefore he returns the favor with love. <3

:| Dislikes.
Yelling, losing, nightmares, handlers, being cold.

Yelling;;
Often the punishment for losing a trial if his own owner isn't directing him. This always just reminds Nie about what he has done wrong. Losing.

Losing;;
Poof! and there goes his pride and lingering happiness.

Nightmares;;
It's always the same, Nie can never quite place the reason or plot of them which only makes everything more confusing.

Handlers;;
What a cruel species. They never treat him perfect like his regular master, always critizing him when the poor canine makes a simple or critical mistake. They scream, too.

Being Cold;;
Discomfort as well as distraction. He can't think straight because the chills make him shiver and worry.

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:| Background.
Nie Domestiziert Sobald Wild; never domesticated, but once wild. Not true, though my personality suits it. A rebel, the most well known one, at that. I am hated by most around these parts, but I hold a record for the most third places this season, though today I am choosing to win a gold medal for the agility race. And yes, I can do that.

.::.

The speakers are blaring with the next dogs’ names to go up. Stupid little names like Fluffy and Dog pop up occasionally, but you never hear a name like Nie. That’s mine possession, my trademark. Nie, Nie, Nie. My owner must be handling me today, because I can hear her attempts and high-pitch and low-pitch squeals singing the most recent pop hit. I haven’t noticed until now when I realize every female I wink at groans in annoyance.

Wow, I must’ve done it this time. I get into a lot of dog fights, and had a severe one last contest weekend. Didn’t break any bones, but I dug pretty deep. Not a scratch on my body. The other dogs must remember it, because when they walk by they either laugh at me for my punishment (okay, so I’ve been gone for awhile), or wince. I prefer the wincing; the taunting just gets me riled.

“Nie Domestiziert Sobald Wild, please report to the arena.” The voice says. I don’t bother to listen any longer; I’ve been called up and want to race. My tail wags, therefore thumping my master’s leg. She gasps in shock and hurries me to the event’s location.

“Nie, you can do this!”

Yeah, I know.

“I believe in you!”

Figures. She is just as scared as an actor without lines. I attempt a smile to reassure her, for this girl is the only one I with be patient with. She pats my head and kisses my cheek. The crowd is screaming ‘Kalia, Nie’ repetitively closing the bet that they all don’t hate me. Well, I lost that game, let’s see if I can win this one.

We enter the arena casually; my dear Kalia at my side threatening herself to bite her beautifully shaped nails. It looks easy enough, hurdles and teeter-totters, weaving bars and tunnels. This is simple, no way to lose. I get to go first because of the order of names, so Kalia lines me up inside the pause box and the timer is set.

When it buzzes to go off, I hear a tiny, unconfident whisper mumbling the words ‘I don’t trust you’ in a hopeless tone right before I jolt up and bolt towards the first hurdle.

.::.

The winners stand on the stage with me in the very front looking tired. Not sleepy-wise, but more ‘there’s someone after me’-wise. A human walks up to me placing a ribbon in my owner’s hand, and she screams at the sight of the blue fabric and gives me the biggest hug I’ve received all week. It wasn’t Kalia, and it surely wasn’t any of the dogs. Maybe I’m dreaming, or maybe I’m dead. A weird grimace appears on my face and my person knees me in the ribcage and I perk up almost instantly. A vigorous wag should do it, so I begin to let my tail go crazy.

The world begins to spin too fast and another voice chimes.

“I think you’re going to die.”

And I pass out.

.::.

I wake up on an ice cold table with a curious like prodding my ears. I stay calm, careful not to snap. At least I understand this so I don’t murder the human with gashes from my teeth and claws. I’m freezing now, so I yelp. The veterinarian pats me reassuringly and I begin to whine. So cold, so cold~

“Nie, are you alright? Nie?”

I must be shivering because her eyes are threatening to dampen my pelt with salty water. I lean upwards to lick her hand and lay back down as I finish. I want to go back home and just take a walk in the woods behind the dwelling. So cold, so cold~

“We can go back home soon, but you’re not to enter the ring again for awhile….” Kalia is sighing because she doesn’t get to go any shows with me. I fail, and then we are suspended. I win, and get sick and am kicked out for ‘my health’. Yeah, like they care about my condition.

My person walks out of the room, walking back to the waiting room to do what its name suggests. The vet is walking after her to tell the news to the family. The door closes and I am alone, able to think to myself, able to contemplate the mysterious voice who seems to stalk me. The table seems to be colder than ever. So cold, so cold~

“It’s cold isn’t it?”

There’s a human standing in the corner of the room. I whine though it seems to understand the animal language. The human walks closer to me and whispers in my ear, though I can’t seem to move.

“I think you’re going to die.”

“No,” I whimper. “I am not, I have my people and they won’t let me die nor will they allow me to.”

“Allow you to die? Ha! You think a mere homo sapien is capable of dodging death, especially for another being? Ha! What weak, clumsy little creatures…”

“You are a human,” I remind it.

“No, I am a enigma of your mind. Your puzzle here to help you solve my own being.”

“You’re not doing to well.” The phrase slips my snout, impossible to pause. It’s my sarcastic nature.

“I think you’re going to die.” And the thing disappears.

.::.

The doctor leads me out into the backyard where I relieve myself before leaving the vet to go home. My family is waiting in the car parked in the parking lot excluding Kalia who was in the lobby acting like a puppy, asking all sorts of questions.

“Nie! Oh, I’m so glad to see you’re okay! The doctor said you had brain slip, something didn’t connect…..” She trailed off in deep though, scratching her jaw bone.“Well, let’s get you home and we can sit on the balcony.”

I lick her laziness but with a smile and we walk to the car, open the door, and drive off. It’s not long before I realize something so unnatural that it’s suspicious….why is my side still cold? So cold, so cold~

.::.

The balcony of the red house is nice. The breeze playing with my fur, daring me to float away with it, the first stars of the evening purely visible, and the quietness of it all allowing me time to think and or sleep. Right now, I stalk Kalia’s feet, not wanting to be left alone with the reaper on the loose. A faint chill lingers in my side as if Jack Frost himself had crept up on me and kissed my ribs.

Kalia doesn’t say much but simply sits herself in a lawn chair and strokes my coat emotionlessly. I think she feels it, too; the essence of something worse than death itself flying through the sky. Am I imagining it? Probably not, death uses no jokes, just tricks, but this is a warning.

I bark, signalling Kalia. I am going to die, I am going to die! She looks down at me without a smile or a frown and sighs.

“What is it?” I whimper. The wind won’t protect me now. We have to get inside. Now, now, now, now, now! I bark repetitively at the door. Kalia shakes her head.

“You already ate.” She states.

A man in a black cloak stands in the tree towering over the house. Why doesn’t she see him? I snarl at the fleshy and try to point him out, but the male waves at me and mouths:

“I have a secret.” My eyes harden and I bark louder.

“Shut up, Nie! I don’t get to do anything because of you!” She screams and flings the door open, sobbing. What have I done? I have eternally lost. The person in the cloak floats over towards the deck and lands.

“I know you are going to die.”

“Think to know in a single day.” I try to sound cheerful. “You must be pretty good at homicide.” He shakes his head.

“I don’t kill, I make everything less painful. Let them know in advance.”

“Less painful? You suck at your job.” This makes the human laugh and he sticks out is hand. My training drive makes my paw jolt up and he grasps it.

“I am Moissonneuse, your reaper. Call me Moi.” I growl at this statement.

“Nie.”

“Yeah, I know who you are.”

.::.

Many tiring years pass by along with the happiest days of my life. I was accepted back into the ring and haven’t been suspended in over five and a half years, though now I really just stand-by. Kalia’s graduation is today, and I’ve been told that I shall be laid in my coffin tonight. I’ve learned to trust Moi, in fact he’s my best and only friend besides Kalia. I’m still my same old self, but have learned to accept death and so much more. While I still have a temper, I can hold back any attack that rages within me.

I am sitting in the front row with Kalia’s parents, bounded by nothing. I’m an old dog now with nine years of age. I still attend the ring, but only to watch Kalia with her other dogs running around the ring. She says I’m still her number one, though.

Kalia begins to speak, she said she’s something called a valedictorian. I listen to her intently, though somewhere in the background, there’s an oak tree with a grown man perched on a branch. Kalia’s eighteen year old voice drones on, and I watch Moi who’s mouthing something to me. It takes awhile to realize what he’s saying, but I get it as the seniors throw their hats in the air and cheer.

“You’re going to live.”

I was right when I said I wouldn’t die, tat my family wouldn’t allow it, that I wouldn’t let myself die. I've won; won, won, won. And yes, I can do that.

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I have so many other top-priority pieces I have to complete first, but then I'll draw Nie. :3 I don't think I have time. D:

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[SkyDragon]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5
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Name: Aviah (Ah-vee-ah)
Species: Beaked Urru Dragon
Age: 200, very young for an Urru Dragon.
Physical Characteristics: Aviah is a Beaked Urru Dragon, and therefore she has a hard, sharp, blue-grey beak. She does not have scales, instead having a strange, leathery, grey hide. Her head is adorned with several sharp horns, and a crown on feathers behind the horns. Two ceremonial feathers hang there too. Not only does she have the typical dragon wings, she has feathers there too. She has two powerful hind legs, and a long tail with a feathery end and another pair of ceremonial feathers. In short, she is a thing of beauty. Unlike the typical dragons, a Beaked Urru Dragon like her cannot breathe fire.
Personality: Aviah loves life, and is therefore particularly bright and bubbly, reflecting on her beautiful appearance. However, she fully expects others to be like her, and is very sensitive to bad reactions towards her for any reason, although she will argue back if she judges the reaction to be unfair. She is very submissive and will bow to almost anyone's will, and this is not always a good thing. She has knowledge far beyond the average young Urru Dragon, but she is not particularly wise. Her curiosity is great, and in her first century meant she was constantly in trouble.
Likes:
Peace~ Aviah strongly opposes violence of any kind.
Plants~ Aviah is, in effect, a dragon vegetarian. She refuses to eat meat, and instead eats plants, even ones poisonous to humans.
Laughter~ While Urru dragons do not exactly laugh, Aviah loves hearing laughter.
Other Urru Dragons~ Naturally, they are Aviah's best friends. But she has not forgotten the servant person.
Dislikes:
Violence~ Aviah now knows how close she was to being killed.
Meat~ The story of Urruak's hunting has spread far and wide. Aviah now hates meat, because it was partly the cause that her dragons were hunted.
People~ Aviah has learnt that People are a cruel race.
Background: Aviah hatched in a place her mother called Paradise. It had wind, caves, sun, sky, and... people. But the people did not call the place Paradise. They called it Urruak, which meant "The Village in Urru". In Urruak, they respected dragons. They would leave out great piles of meat and plants out for them. Without the people of Urruak, the dragons would starve in the harsh winters of Urru. And then one day, a particular Urru Dragon decided to create chaos between the Urruaki (villagers of Urruak) and the dragons. While the Urruaki slept, it crept into Urruak. It took all the meat, took more from the village stores and then did the unthinkable- it stole a young Urruaki.

When the Urruaki found out, they swore to destroy the dragons. If they spotted any dragon, they would kill it. And so the dragons near Urruak stayed in hiding.

But one day, Aviah, who knew virtually nothing of such dangers, strayed from the safety of the cave she was born in. She wandered down the hills, through a small forest, and then spotted something she had never seen before. It was a something that had no wings of feathers at all, except for a long, tangled patch on its head. Its skin was pale pink. It was a person.

Aviah had heard of people. "Stay away from them!" her mother had growled. "They have shiny things called knives. They are pretty, but they are sharper than any tooth and claw. Given the chance, they could kill you."
But Aviah was intrigued by these strange creatures. She stepped forwards, accidentally landing on a twig. It snapped, and the person froze. Then it tipped its head to one side, listening. Then is sniffed, straightened, and tiptoed carefully towards Aviah.

Aviah sensed that it was a young, female person. Surely a young one would not hurt her? She cautiously stepped in front of it. It screeched, stumbled backwards, then raised the knife, trembling. It opened a paw and dropped it quivering into the soil.
"It's a baby dragon!" it whispered.
"I'm not a baby..."
"And it can talk!"
"People can talk?"

Aviah and the person stared at each other. The person suddenly opened its mouth, and let out a joyful, bubbly sound. Aviah knew what this was. It was something that people called laughter. It was a moment that Aviah never forgot. Hesitatingly, she asked,
"Do you have a name?"
The person frowned. "No. Nobody like me has a name."
"What do people call you, then?"
"Girl."

Aviah had also heard of a terrible thing that people did called slavery. "Are you a slave?"
The person shook her head. "But I am servant to a very cruel master. He's the best Dragon Hunter in Urruak, so he says. But really, he just forces us servants to try, and claim to do it himself."
Aviah knew what she should do. Lunging forwards, she grabbed the person, slung her onto her back, and took off towards the caves.

Aviah's mother was shocked. "Aviah! Why are you bringing this person here?!"
Aviah stared back defiantly. "She's a servant of a Dragon Hunter. I had to take her!"
"You could have gotten killed, young dragon!"
"She would never hurt me!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"You have betrayed us! Outcast!"

And then Aviah was a stranger in her own home. Sadly, she flew off.
"Wait!" The person was running after her. But Aviah wasn't waiting.

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After Aviah left her caves, she travelled many, many miles, and settled into another mountain cave. Which was already settled. The Scaled Urru Dragons that lived there heard the young dragon's story, and took pity on her. She changed her way of life, living off the various plants that grew near the dragon cave, and drank from the Runningstream, froze in the hard winters of Urru, and had to be cracked by Aviah's sharp, hard beak.

So now, Aviah no longer roams the hills near Urruak, but instead flies above the mountains near the village of Urrushielde, meaning Protectors of Urru, where they respected dragons...

One day, a blackened parchment blew past Aviah. She trapped it under a great claw and read it. It was in Draconish, and this is what it said:

Urruak is out for dragon blood. We will flee.

More dragons were coming to Urrushielde.




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[SilentEcho]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 5

Name: Wise Soul ( His original name was Horns, but when he became an elder his name was changed, often called 'Wise' instead of his full name)

Species: Beaked Urru Dragon
Personality: He is wise, and talks slowly and softly, he walks and flies slowly, and rarely talks. He hates fighting and war, and will NEVER use any flames if it isn't life or death.
Likes: Flying peacefully, teaching younger ones how to live an enjoyable life, hibernating through winter, feeling sand in-between his toes, preening his wing feathers.
Dislikes: War and fighting, hate, fire, staying up too long, falling down, feasting (yep, he does like starving himself), arrogant children.
Background:
A small gray two-legged dragon with pale colours on its' wings raced off a cliff, and launched itself into the air, feeling the air rush into its face was an amazing feeling, it dived down gaining speed, flaunting its colours and smiling with glee but this dragon no longer soars through the air at high speed, this dragon is hundreds of years old, and it no longer dives down at high speed, it rathers slow glides through the summer air. This dragon's name is Wise Soul, a once loved dragon, now an elder at the ripe old age of 982. The young dragons do not understand him, the other dragons speak of war and fighting, of how they beat the dragon who'd bullied them for years, Wise Soul did not speak of war, or at least he was not proud about it, when he did talk about it he told the young ones that war and fighting were horrible things and dragons were shedding blood for no reason. The young ones avoided him, his stories of large trees and small children climbing up them and finding seas of liquid gold weren't as exciting as war stories.

So Wise Soul flew away, he was old; nobody wanted him to be there anyway, he was just a nuisance. For once in his life he felt happy, proud of himself he'd done something he knew was good, he was going to live alone, hunt alone, no mates, not children, no family, no ANYONE. Just the thought of it made him shiver, he was the youngest elder, and it'd be another few hundred years until he would grow too old a, and tired to do anything. He landed in some snow in a faraway place, there were mountains around him, and small purple flowers bloomed, and butterflies sucked out their nectar. Wise Soul thought this was kind of peculiar, but enjoyed it anyway, this was going to be his new home, there were many elk, warm caves, good weather, what else could he want?

He lived for 5 years in a small damp cave near a frozen lake, everyday he would wake up tap the ice until it broke and take a sip, if the water tasted sour he would go back to sleep, but if it tasted sweet he would lope around looking for some elk, then he'd snap up two of them and race away, before they can fight back he would kill them and eat them. After this he'd lay down outside, soaking up the sun, he'd often see wolves hunting the elk, which he did not like, so he'd shoo them away. He loved this way of life, it was calm, and easy, great for a dragon of his age, but it made him slightly bored, flying was boring and the wolves in his area hated him. So he decided he'd go around teaching young animals of his ways.

He'd soon met Bee and Aries (Already made charries) trudging through the snow, Aries was a male bighorn sheep and Bee was an Arctic wolf. Aries and Bee hated each other, but they stayed together. Wise Soul did not understand this, he hated the other Urru Dragons, and he flew away, Bee and Aries soon left but they're togetherness was amazing. Wise Soul no longer felt wise, he felt like an ignorant 7 year old that pretended they were running away. He quickly soared back home, only just remembering the way. When he reached he heard nothing, the caves the lived in were quiet, usually there were young dragons yipping all day. He entered one that was almost never empty, but it was, there were no dragons there, just stone. He looked at every cave there was, and there was not a dragon in the area. He saw a note on the ground and bent down to look at it, it was written in a language that only Horned Urru Dragons knew, it read:

"
Dear whoever may be reading this,

If you are Wise Soul, you are extremely lucky, you left just in time.

If you are a loner or from another area, please put this somewhere so future generations may know about it:

We have been wiped out, murdered by humans, but they did not mean us harm, the humans did not touch us, they simply stunk of chemicals, the chemicals hurt our throats and we perished. Dragons from other tribes were coming to visit us today, but doubt I’ll live to tell them about this...

Now i must go, I must drink water, and eat herbs, before the chemicals the humans brought kill me

Beautiful Soul

"Wise Soul's sister and daughter of Blue Soul and Dead Soul"
"

Wise Soul's only sibling was alive, or at least maybe, he'd need to look for her and now was a great time.

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[Smamm]

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[Spotty]

When is the week up? I'd like to apply for number 17, but if time is up then I'd like to know before finishing my form... |3

That info can be found on the first page near the top: November 10, 1:00 AM GMT
So in about five days^^.

[imnotadalek]

REBECCASHES FORM, she has temporarily lost her account (email problems) and saw this and fell in love, she |HAD to try out for it.

I would like to adopt!
Number: 14
Picture:
Name:
Ferri
Species:
Marten
Personality:
Slick sly and fast, this little critter is always on your heels. She is kind and loving but will always enjoy a good joke. She loves art and exploring. She will explore the area you live in before you know your way around! Ferri is mad with music, she often has her headphones on. Her favourite band is paramore and could listen to it all day, In her free time she will be drawring, exploring or just lieing down on her bed, with a bowl of buiscits listning to music.
Her emotions are often mixed, as she can often be solem in the most awkward situations. She has never lost her temper in her life, if she has somything to say, she says it without a thought, although most of the time they are nice thoughts. Hates to be the centre of attention asd she feels awkward and strange.
Her home life is complicated, she lives with her sis, who she hates intensly. They do not get on. Her sis is the eldest and very demanding. She does so hate to be shouted at and be awnserd back, although ferri forgives fast. No one should argue with ferri on a bad day, But on a good day she will be kind and lovingm, catch her at the right moment AND YOU WILL BECOME GREAT FRIEND, WILL GET ALONG WITH ANYONE WHO Gets along with her. watch out though for her mishevious nature!(ignore capsXD)
Likes:
Music :3 and many other arts. She loves the sound of a chello and loves country and rock. she also likes a bit of heavy metal. Any calm areas where she will just chill out with her mates. She loves the night sky and snow, she loves erry dark places. The way the moon and stars gliter at night. Neon colors and bright objects are also loved.
Dislikes:
hmm... Hard one. People who dislike her. She also hates people talking about her familly as she has lost most of it. Scowling. HATES Mean nasty people who are stuck up and self centerd, selfish. Reading and watching tv, apparently its boring.
Background:
My eyes stung, as hot tears streamed down my face. I was sitting close to my mum and dad, panting in distress. I crawled over to my loving sister pushing my head into her soft fur. I spoke in pain. "why? why mum and dad? i....i dont understand" I sobbed taking a deep breath. I sighed and spoke quetly, crying over the fact i had no parents. "Out of all... all of us, it was my mum. I digged my head deeper into my sis's fur hudling up to her closly as anouther cold brezze blew past, making It seem a worse senario than it already was.
(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.)
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[Ranua]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 11
Picture:

Name: Dante
Species: Winter Wolf
Personality:
Dante is a high minded individual who is also intelligent and fiery. As a true romantic he tends to be possessive of his lovers, of which he had many of. He bounces from girl to girl all ways ending in a heart break. Dante is demonstrative with affection and loyal as a companion. A great defender of liberty and is fierce when arguing for it. Should this young male see many others choose one path it is more likely he will choose the other because of his strange personality. Being a defender of liberty he will go to great lengths to win his argument and because of his persistence often does. He is friendly and attempts to understand others. His sympathetic and definite nature is well developed. Dante has a passion for beauty, though the beauty of knowledge predominates that of natural. He is inquisitive, witty and has a penetrating mind. Although he goes from girl to girl he is actually quite exclusive with mates, he is simply searching for that Juliet. Once found she shall be his one and only forever.
Likes:
Dislikes:
Background:

[Not me nope]

I would like to adopt!
Number: 14
Picture:
Name:
Ferri
Species:
Marten
Personality:
Slick sly and fast, this little critter is always on your heels. She is kind and loving but will always enjoy a good joke. She loves art and exploring. She will explore the area you live in before you know your way around! Ferri is mad with music, she often has her headphones on. Her favourite band is paramore and could listen to it all day, In her free time she will be drawring, exploring or just lieing down on her bed, with a bowl of buiscits listning to music.
Her emotions are often mixed, as she can often be solem in the most awkward situations. She has never lost her temper in her life, if she has somything to say, she says it without a thought, although most of the time they are nice thoughts. Hates to be the centre of attention asd she feels awkward and strange.
Her home life is complicated, she lives with her sis, who she hates intensly. They do not get on. Her sis is the eldest and very demanding. She does so hate to be shouted at and be awnserd back, although ferri forgives fast. No one should argue with ferri on a bad day, But on a good day she will be kind and lovingm, catch her at the right moment AND YOU WILL BECOME GREAT FRIEND, WILL GET ALONG WITH ANYONE WHO Gets along with her. watch out though for her mishevious nature!(ignore capsXD)
Likes:
Music :3 and many other arts. She loves the sound of a chello and loves country and rock. she also likes a bit of heavy metal. Any calm areas where she will just chill out with her mates. She loves the night sky and snow, she loves erry dark places. The way the moon and stars gliter at night. Neon colors and bright objects are also loved.
Dislikes:
hmm... Hard one. People who dislike her. She also hates people talking about her familly as she has lost most of it. Scowling. HATES Mean nasty people who are stuck up and self centerd, selfish. Reading and watching tv, apparently its boring.
Background:
My eyes stung, as hot tears streamed down my face. I was sitting close to my mum and dad, panting in distress. I crawled over to my loving sister pushing my head into her soft fur. I spoke in pain. "why? why mum and dad? i....i dont understand" I sobbed taking a deep breath. I sighed and spoke quetly, crying over the fact i had no parents. "Out of all... all of us, it was my mum. I digged my head deeper into my sis's fur hudling up to her closly as anouther cold brezze blew past, making It seem a worse senario than it already was.

I grabbed my sisters hand, Pulling her along, Crying my heart out. I ran to the oldest redwood tree I new. There was a hole quite high up in this tree, as you know i climb trees, and have noticed this many times before. It was safe and warm up there, It is usualy where i go to calm myself down and Hum tunes softly. I satred climbing the tree, Grabbing oneledge at a time with my small mousy feet. i called too my sister too follow, and she did, very skillfully indeed. I kept going untill i was inches away from the hole. I looked down, my eyes bluring as I cast my eyes upon the distance below my feet. I quickly scrambled up Into the hole, Grabbing the edge and pulling myself in. It was dark and quite cold. I quickly Ran over to the Hole in the tree, which was at the moment Blocked up too keep sunlight out. I quicky Took out the Clog and light shone through instantly, It was still eery and dark, just how i liked it, But it had a dim orangy light tint to it. I took off my Backpack, It was neon Red and Light pink. I Took out my music player and put it under my 'bed', I| also took out a ball, torch, Pocket Knife, String, small woodcarved handmade chello and some Paper and drawring kit. She always carried these things around, no one knows why. As she has been here before, she is fully in love with it and Alredy has a 2 Handmade woodcarved beds, Light sorces, such as a few small lights(powerd by a crystal deepo within the tree's centre) And 4 handmade wooden Long drawrers, cuboard and shelfs.

There was a cord that i pulled, and suddenly the room got darker, It had closed the main entrance with a leaf, from outside you wouldnt have even known the leak was there. I leaned Out the window, pulling two leaves into the Room. I passed one too my sister, looking at her intensly. She looked confused. My eyes were swollon red from all the crying and they where ichy and sore. I iched them,. explaning that it was to be used as a blanket. I showed her around, pointing out the emergancy exits, Switches, Lights, Where to put her stuff. We soon settled in. I figured our old house would be long demolished byu now so there was no poiunt in looking for it. My sister was older than me, 2 years older in fact!

A picture you drew:
WIP, art to come.

lol. I will now edit accordinly, ignore Jazzcats post^^
thx jazzy^^