Pound of Hope [Closed; mods please lock]

[iBrevity]

Kennel: #23.
Section: Commons.

Name: Fable.
Pronounced: [fay-bull].
Breed: Wolf x feral dog mutt.
Gender: Female.
Age: Young adult.
Mate: Warren - Puppy and Warren - Adult.
I included both because she first meets him as a pup and watches him grow. cx
Character Thread: Main Characters.

Accessories: Her darling albino raccoon plushie; he goes nowhere when he's apart from her. She wears no jewelry as she has always found it to be too gaudy and prefers to remain simplistic. The raccoon means more to her then most items, however, and if for some reason she is forced from his side, she will undergo a heady separatation anxiety that ruins her normally calm attitude.

Design Notes:
-full right side of her face is the darker mahogany color
-left eye is a bright green
-right eye is a soft lilac/purple

Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: Lately I've been highly attracted to Syra's donations; but she outdid herself on Fable. xDD She is utterly perfect for the design schemes I've been looking for lately; her soft, muted colors and her gentle presence with her raccoon stuffed animal is adorable. Besides that I've always wanted a full bloodline of characters; and Fable is a perfect mate to my darling and lovable Warren. <3 Fable will be focused in stories as I've been working on that of Warren's parents [Dakota and Carling, both on my character thread], and I could continue off in a branch with his own life. Besides that, Fable just completely inspires me; and I would love to have her in my character thread. <3

Personality:
Fable is a young lady obsessed with her life on earth. Although she inwardly fears even the idea of death, she worships this chance of becoming human; something she has always wanted.
The true love of her life is a young male named Warren, dressed with a huge pair of antlers and a delightful, arrogant, jock-like attitude. Fable finds him infinitely amusing; and although their relationship is difficult to process and explain, he has a soft spot for her and she is the airhead he is deeply in love with; the classical high school setup romance.
Motherly and gentle, Fable makes friends quickly because her attitude is cheerful and optimistic. She has an easy affection for any creatures younger then her, lost, or injured, and will spend time fixing whatever problems they may have.
Besides that, she can rarely deny a favor, and can be considered 'lacking a backbone', for Fable hates saying no to anybody. Unfortunately, this allows many others to use her, and it is only after they have hurt her feelings and left her back that she realizes she was manipulated once again. Something interesting about Fable however is that she never holds grudges; if something upsets her, she quickly gets over what she calls her own selfish desires and turns to apologize to them for what she believes is her own fault.
Her confidence is very low, and her self-esteem sometimes rather nonexistent, so being around Warren is the one highlight to her life. Warren is the only person that can truly open Fable up and make her speak her mind, and it is only in his company that she feels comfortable and relaxed.
She is easily distracted by things that are new, and since she is a novice to the mortal realm, she is commonly focused on new things. Shiny, glittering, sought after, loved, all of that attracts her and makes her investigate. She loves thrills and horrors, and will dig her claws into any mystery she can come across.
Friends are very treasured to her and she hates being alone, so she attempts to befriend as many as she can. Her best friend is the raccoon plushie, which was the being who heralded her entrance onto the world. She trusts him, and can often be seen speaking to him, working out her problems and issues on this stuffed animal. They hold one-sided conversations, and although she is aware that he isn't real, she still loves bouncing ideas off of him.
Dislikes: Being known as an archangel; forgetting her mortal life and childhood. Not knowing her true name, or being able to tell Warren it. Hates it when friends get mad at her and make her life awkward; loud noises make her frustrated and antsy.
Likes: The stars, angels, the idea of being loved. Her albino raccoon plushie Boo; she cherishes trying to remember her past and loves all memories she has made since. Friends are important; companions are needed, Warren is considered her closest friend and single most important thing besides her stuffed raccoon.

History/Background:
My mortal life had been long forgotten, etched from the canvas of my mind. Whatever silly creature had taken my memories had repainted it with brilliant colors and an easy-going nature and prayed it would be good enough to hold up under inspection. Or perhaps they merely expected my past would never be analyzed as deeply as it was; I suppose there was little hints when I was a child here that one day what I had done as a mortal would decide who I would become in the afterlife.

But I get ahead of myself. There is little reason to paralyze my audience with confusion rather then respond to their questions, so I shall explain. I live in a place known by a thousand names in hundreds of religions; Eden, Heaven, Paradise, Arcadia. This is where the angels harbor, which is yet another beast that goes by so many different reputations it is impossible to name us at all. We are supposed to be saviors; but I guess in modern life there was never a need to save, and the angels took something else onto their shoulders.
I, myself, am not fully an angel. The oldest of our ranks are the only ones blessed with those shimmering, pale white wings, fringed with intricate gold lace and vibrant red ribbon. But it is when we reach these deified positions that we lose whatever tiny handholds we had on humanity; and these few are impossible to speak to, for their language is so dignified it is literally above even us.
I was never supposed to be here; my personality is not correct for what we are supposed to be. This castle in the sky suffocated me, crushed me until I too felt as though I had lost everything I once was... and it was only on that night, when I stood on the edge of our land made of clouds and looked down to the reflecting lights of humanity, that I leaped.
It was then, as soon as my paws left paradise, that I became something all of us hoped to never have in our midst. They were the worst of worst; someone who had experienced the love and affection of our gods and turned our backs to their attention. Not once did I believe I would one day become that which I was taught to hate. It almost surprised me when I sight went black and the roar of a thousand angels screamed my name.
"FABLE!"

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The dew-stained grass comforted me with the smell of earth and mortality. I awoke with a start and a panicked heart, jerking my head up from the ground and staring around. The distant lights of the town sparkled over a distinct knolled hill; and as I turned my head toward the sky, all I saw was lazy clouds and a certain fine golden powder drifting after where I had fallen.
Shakily, I stood, and stumbled a few steps forward, plummeting back into the grass within a few paces. My physical body was exhausted; used to the atmosphere above [which was devoid of gases and gravity], I felt crushed down here; frail. And just as I sucked in a deep breath and felt a rush of life, a tearing sensation began in my chest.
The pain startled me; my kind had not experienced pain for generations, since the gods decided it was a weakness and distraction and nothing more. I crawled flat on my stomach to the nearest water hole and rested my chin on the bank, sealing my mouth to resist crying out in misery. The pain went on for hours; and although there was no blood, by the time it stopped, I knew something had changed.
Although I felt hollow, I felt alive. I could hear my heartbeat; a sound I had been unable to sense for decades. My bones felt real somehow, more sensitive to the pressure I placed on them when I stood. Everything felt realer.
This time I slowly inched to a stand, seeking to get my bearings of where I had landed; and when I moved a few inches, I stepped on something that squished under my paw. Curiously, I leaned down and peered at the pink-eyed raccoon plushie that stared back at me, an adorable smile crossing his cheeks. Nosing him and taking a deep breath, I assumed he wasn't alive; and gently picked him up in my jaws, testing how much I could squeeze. When no complaints arose, I cheerfully headed towards the twinkling electricity of the cities, my tail wagging before me. I was certain someone there could explain to me what had happened; and as I walked, I pushed to the back of my mind why I had jumped in the first place.

It took me a few hours to reach the city, and the passage of time was disorienting. Even as I continued to walk I wondered how long I had been moving before; exhaustion was beginning to nibble at the pulleys of my muscles, and inwardly, I wallowed in the human pain. It had been so long since I had physically felt something, that I didn't care if it was the minor discomfort or pain.
By the time I reached the city limits, I was limping faintly on one back leg from the exposure to the elements without preparation. Winter chill was beginning to darken the streets, but the artificial lights the humans had installed lit me a path. I wandered the city streets, looking for friendly faces; the wild dogs that lived in the back ends of alleyways eyed me with nothing more then pompous arrogance. I believed they mistakenly thought I was a house pet; my pelt was combed smooth and colored in a thousand different shades, and it shone even through the dimness of the shadows and the smog that rolled so close to the ground.
I hurried on my way, not wanting to tempt their momentary mercy any longer, and finally retired within a place I believed safe; and empty. It was an old train station, abandoned for future reconstruction, but for now it was without those blaring lights and the snickers of the mutts that had watched me with a slithering, uncomfortable hunger.
Curling up beneath one of the train cars, I rested my cheek on the tummy of my raccoon and smiled down at him. "It'll be okay." I murmured, taking comfort in easing his make-believe worries. "I'm certain it'll all be better in the morning, Boo..."

"Who the hell are you?"


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[huge wip]

[iPawki]

Kennel:
P11
Section:
Common Creatures
Name:
The Beast (Nickname is Beastly :3)
Breed:
Dachshund
Age:
Three years
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
I think he'd be a perfect friend for my character Lotus, who is also a Dachshund lab experiment. I love his unusual mutations, too.
I'll post him on my character thread, and get art of him. <3
Personailty:
The Beast is slightly confused after all we've done to him. He's been put into a laboratory, then chased away, attacked and glared at, and been bullied by older dogs. However, he still has a mischievous sense in him. His unusual mutations often make people run away, for now they know of his poisonous features. In fact, everyone in the town he roams knows him. His is named The Beast, for he does not know his mother and does not know what name she gave him. The Beast is sly, but unmistakably loyal. Befriend him, and he will be your friend forever. So love him with your heart, for he will not leave you. No matter how random and how at ease he seems about death, he is still, deep down in his twisted mind, a fatherly figure. He has never fallen in love, though his best friend, a male Dachshund very much alike him, named Lotus, has walked alongside him ever since they met up in an alley. And Lotus knows him best, for he knows that little Beastly here holds more qualities than we credit him.
Dislikes&Likes:
Beastly loves the nature and the forests, for he knows that here, he will find unusual things like himself, poisonous ones which he can relate to, and here, death is natural, death is a cycle of life. He absolutely hates questions. So many questions are pondered on without being given an answer, so why bother? Why bother with such things? A few other things that irritates him are stereotypes, for they are partially the reason he became so weary. Why would anyone believe that he is so evil, simply because his appearance would lead them to? It hurts him in his heart to hear such stupidity, for everyone thinks he really is a beast, a monster.
But what he dislikes the most is laboratories, for they have brought him such an infamous reputation. The stench of the crowded rooms make him cringes his noise upon disgust, while the memories of the rude and merciless humans make him shudder uncontrollably.
History/Background:
"Have you heard the story of the big old monster?" The Beast... The Beast....
"Have you heard the wind whisper his name?" The Beast... The Beast....
Not everyone may hear the cry of nature, yet Beastly was a natural. His delicate ears caught the sound of a snowflake falling, or the slightest noise of a leaf crinkling under the footsteps of a caterpillar. The Beast was born in a family of four, but he never met his parents and two siblings. What he really remembered was waking up in a small shelter made of leaves, by a large willow tree; what he honestly remembered was fighting for his life. Once, he was a regular Dachshund- he was a forest lover, for he loved the rivers that screamed and thrashed as they ran along their beds, heading for the vast and lonely oceans. He loved the birds that sang their morning song, and the leaves that melted into oblivion in the fall, but would always come back to him in the spring, and sometimes the trees would give him fruit. But then a hunter found him, and thought he would make a good hunter dog. But with his rebellious streak, he was sent away to a laboratory. The men grabbed him, shoved him, but him in a machine; it was made of metal, but inside it smelled like lavender and was made up of velvet cushions. However, a zap brought him to life, for he felt like lightning was being surged through him. Beastly was badly wounded by the time they brought him out. He had eight legs and he could feel that his eyes were blood-shot, but nothing else. The young dog could already sense the disappointment in the humans, and soon they chased him away, as he awkwardly attempted to run on his sorry, new features.

It took time to let him get used to it, yet the humans were given him all the time he needed, only he never walked alongside a friend, for he had none. He stayed in the forest, where he miserably hunted. One day, however, he crossed a poisonous snake. He was quicker, and killed it. The hunger surged inside of him and he found himself eating the disgusting thing, yet, something else was changing. His saliva was becoming red, while his tail, he could hear it, was thinning, into a snake tail? Horror took him, and without taking a look at the river he sat beside, he ran off towards the humans' land. Here, he met Lotus. Roaming an abandoned alley, his fur gray-brushed and dull, tears tearing at his blood-red eyes, he thought he was looking at his reflection. Yet, staring harder, he realized that this dog was slightly more normal- his features were partially of metal, while he had only four legs. So he stepped forward, and spoke his first word in so long. "Hello."
Lotus had stared at him for a few moments, but he welcomed Beastly. Lotus told him the story of his life. How he had been adopted by a young boy, but later on brought to a laboratory.
And they walked alongside each other forever, Lotus being the wise one and Beastly being the sly one.
"And the two outcasts are cast into friendship, for nothing can tear two unusuals apart."
Lotus... The Beast....
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[Skylarr.]

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[Mossbrook]

(Redo)
Kennel:
P39
Section:
Common Creatures
Name:
Bastet
Breed:
Sphinx Cat
Age:
2-3 years old
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
I want Bastet because she looks like a pretty kitty, and I know I can use her for many things. For this animal I will: Put her in a story I'm typing, I'll make a roleplay character off of her, put her on my Freewebs website, I'll love her and take good care of her, and maybe more.
Personality:
Bastet dislikes about everyone and everything she ever saw. She's annoyed by everything, and she doesn't trust anyone. Bastet is fearless, and most call her annoying herself. She only shows her true self to a close friend, who she has never had, but she has always longed for one.
Dislikes&Likes:
Dislikes: People who hate cats, Dogs, Orsis, Bats, and Scorpins
Likes: People who like cats,Food, and very few more things.
History/Background:
Bastet padded along the edge of The Great Sphinx, looking around in alert. She had came here to see if the stories that there Egyptian animals said were true. Some say if you are an Egyptian animal and you come to The Great Sphinx, a path way will open up, and it will lead to the remains of the Egyption gods. As Bastet sat down in front of The Great Sphinx she thought about how silly this was. "I can't believe I fell for this trick." Bastet mumbled to herself. Suddenly, the ground shook sending Bastet on her paws with all her fur on the back of her neck standing strait up. A long stair case was in front of her. A breeze blew out of the tunnel, and a erie voice followed it. "There are gods and mortals, but never forget the ones who are in between. Then, a black step appeared on the stair case, and a couple of heirogliphics appeared below that. Being a Sphinx cat, she could read them just fine. Step here to go forth. Bastet touched her front right paw to the step and quickly pulled it away. "ENTER!" A voice boomed, and the black step disappeared. She stepped down the first step as she thought, This just got even more interesting.
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[macymagica]

Kennel: 37
Section: Common Creatures
Name: Drogo (Meaning Phantom)
Breed: Lion..African to be exact
Age: Unknown
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
Its just..beautiul. I have always wanted a lion character, and then he came. I will love him, and he might be in a few RPs. I'll order gallons of art for this little beauty.
Personality:
He was calm and serious, before he died, but he has always enjoyed a good joke. He thought of everyone equally and is usually postive. He still is forgiving and trustful, and he has never said a unkind thing aout anyone. Over the years after his death, he has depressed and angry.
Dislikes&Likes:
Likes: Quiet, calm places. Rivers, and hunting.
Dislikes: Meaness, Anger, his own helplessness.
History/Backround:
I was young and handsome.
Everyone was jelous, the males who wanted to be me and the females who wanted to be with me.
I was everything.
But to my mate, I was nothing.

It all started when she, Usha, gave birth to twins. I was not their father though. Of course, I was shocked when she told me this, but she continued. SHe told me whole 'plan'. Her real mate, Sethos, didn't live in this pride, but that never stopped them. I went down without a fight. I watched her rise throughout the ranks after my death. She announced her new mate and I knew then that she didn't want me gone. She wanted power. And much. Sethos was soon popular and offered even more.
Then it started.
SHe started kidnapping and murdering cubs, newborns even. She said their blood gave the pride strength. But I knew her better than Sethos, For soon she killed him too.
All that was left of my great and precious pride vanished, all except her and the twins. One by One, even they joined me. SInce I have stopped watching her slaughter, I've heard that she had broken up three other prides. And now, I just sit here by myself thinking of how I could've stopped this. But now...now I'm helpless. And y'know what startles me the most? I still love her. -I'll make more if you'd like.
Art: I might make a few colored-ins of him later.
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[BPeppers]

I made art for my entry! xD It was fun!

[White_Wolf_Bane]

Kennel:
P13

Section:
Common Creatures
Name:
Seru
Breed:
Imperial Wolf/ Alaskan Malamute
Age:
Ageless
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This is an uber W.I.P.

[SSQM]

October, I was just letting you know, I dropped out for the lion, which is P37. Just thought I'd let you know.

[imnotadalek]

Sorry, i had to take it out as id accidently posted the same twice ><

[Africa.]

Octo, will forms be judged tonight or tomorow night?