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[BPeppers]

I am looking to donate...
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Name: Ink
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf
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By submitting this form, I, ravenstella, agree that I am giving up my character to a new home, and will not ask for the character back if it has a form up for it.

[Syra]

Kennel: 46
Section: Regular
Name: Silver, Also goes by Silv
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Breed: Wolf-boy
Forms: Human/Wolf-boy(normal form)/Wolf
Hair/Fur Color: Human Form-Dark Brown with icy white streaks/Wolf-boy&Wolf Form- Navy with icy blue markings
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal? : From the moment I first saw him I found myself anxious to see what people would come up with for him, but the more I thought about it, the more I disapproved of him becoming anything except for what he had become to me. The story that follows is what came to me whenever I thought of him and is how I think he is meant to be. He’ll probably be one of my few roleplay characters and I’ll work on a collection of art, both literatate and graphical, for him.

I've tried, But Nothing is Working
I won't Stop, I won't say I've had Enough
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Personality:
Strengths
Brave, Cunning, Modest, Calm, Polite, and Smart

Weaknesses
Shy, Lonely, Romantic, Trusting, Has Trouble Saying No, Difficulty in Public

Likes
Running, Night, Strawberry Anything, Soft Pillows, Werewolves, Heights

Dislikes
Horses, Liars, Chocolate, Needles, Fleece

Have to Stand up to Be Stronger
Have to Try, Have to Make it Right, Have to Fight
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History/Backround:

“He’s alive!” a deep voice said, heralding the synthetic birth of Silver. After years of careful planning and long studying, Dr.Lingers’ long work had come to a head in that moment. Silver’s large eyes blinked open slowly to seek out the source of the words.

Laughing the Doctor picked the baby, if you could call it that, up out of the freshly drained incubation unit. “There, there!” He said with too much excitement in his voice for it to be calming. “Look at you! Such a little miracle! A work of genius! My genius! Haha!”

Doctor Lingers wasn’t a Mad Scientist, not exactly. At the very least he wasn’t called such by his associates. He was, however, the head of a secretive group working to overthrow the oppressive government. The government was ruled by King Glend, a greedy man who was overtaxing the people for his own personal gain and all but kidnapped the prettiest girls from every village and town to be his concubines. Doctor Lingers’ daughter was one of the stolen which had led him to founding the resistance.

The resistance hadn’t gone completely unnoticed though, despite their best attempts to hide. Their defiance had been noticed by his kingship, though he knew not the source, and in an act against the opposition, he had called up an army of werewolves. He even went so far as to increase their population by starving them then setting them free on villages he expected the resistance to reside in on a full moon. In this way many innocents had been killed and changed along with a few of their own men.

Silver was the resistance's solution though, a purpose for which he was so named Silver, the only thing that can kill a werewolf easily. It was what he was designed for. He was close to them in many ways. Once he was old enough he would be able to form entirely into human or wolf form, though as it were his normal form was a mix of the two, and his changes would not be reigned in by the changes of the moon.

Yet that was still a few years away and he alone would not be able to stop all the werewolves. Now that they knew the process could work, Doctor Lingers and his team worked hard on breeding more of these Wolf-children. The process was longer then a human pregnancy, last a full three years rather than a measly 9 months though so for a long time Silver was alone, the only one of his kind.

Not that he comprehended this. Silver was growing and being trained. Doctor Lingers gave him as much attention as he could afford and tried to raise the wolf-boy like a normal child. Once this war was over, he wanted Silver to have a real life. But that wasn't easy when the boy was being taught every day since he could stand how to shift his forms and be a tool of death.

Doctor Lingers encouraged Silver to stay in human form so that he could take him public places and get him used to humans. By the time Silver was three though, and the others were being born, he had already realized he was different from the other human children. On the playground he was fast, stronger, smarter. Even the older kids wouldn't play with him, saying he was too fast for them to catch in tag and too good at hiding and seeking to play hide and seek.

While these were all good signs for what Silver had been made for, Lingers felt guilty for giving the boy a life which he couldn't really enjoy. He hoped that the newly born wolf- children could become his friends. But it would be three years for them too before they would be mature enough to play with him.

In this time, Silver was lonely and confused. He didn't understand why the other kids wouldn't play with him and he didn't like the way they avoided him, as if sensing he wasn't like them. He had been strictly told not to show his other two forms to any of the other children, but he almost felt like doing so to get some attention. By some miracle he resisted this urge and sat by himself inside the playgrounds, growing into a lonely assassin without even knowing it.



Art: ( so far it is all in the history though I might have more in here...)
Other:

{OBVIOUS HUGE WIP}

[berdsbrother]

Kennel: P49
Section: Common Creatures
Name: Seizure, sometimes called Sez or Zer.
Breed: Scene Wolf
Age: 18
Why do you want this animal? I want her because of her design and what I think she reminds me of. Her design, is splendid, really, and quite dangerous. She reminds me a spunky personality (because of the pose as well) and
What will you do for this animal?: I recently received Photoshop, and believe me, she will be getting loads of art. She will be in my Fire Spirit section of my character thread, I will order art of her, and I will expand her story and she will be the mascot of my art shop. She's simply that unique and special to me.
Personality: She's a bold one, always asking to be the first one to gather berries. Her mind works a bit like clockwork, always knowing what's ahead and always in routine. Her heart comes before her brain, no matter what. Her intelligence surpasses most of the average Scene Wolf's, and she uses it to her best ability. If she sees a fox, she'll chase it, if she sees a wolf, she'll sniff it. Her curiosity sometimes gets to the best of her, and in return she might get a quill stuck in her nose or chased up a tree by a wolf. She is brave all the time, and will show her friends what she's really made of. Even if it poses a risk to her well-being. She doesn't care much what others think, but will take an insult like a dagger to the heart. If you call her a Sparkledog, be prepared to put up the fight of your life.
Dislikes: Porcupines, Junk food, Pollution, Bullies, Eating Meat :P
Likes: Friends, Climbing Trees, Dancing, Figuring out things, Outsmarting her friends, Playing with squirrels, Veggies
Skills: She has the skill to talk with other animals, and can form deals such as, "I'll defend you're nest if you give me acorns."
Song: Don't Bring me Down by The Animals
Poem:

With eyes of peach
And lined with blue
She licks your hand
But gives you no clue
Of how happy she was
Before she came to

Now she cowers away
In the corner to hide
Her best friend
Is, sadly, a fly

Her sparkly hair
And colorful fur
You'll ignore her again
But who does it hurt?

She tries to show off
Bucking and running
But her efforts don't impress
And she isn't that stunning

She almost gave up
Before I came here
But then she saw me
And burst out in tears

I gave her a thread
All pretty and adorned
Where she hops around now
Into the Scenedog she formed

Her history:

I am a scene pup. I am not a SparklePup. Call me that again, and you'll find yourself running.

My pack leader runs up to me as I'm eating some berries off a bush. He tells me to attend a meeting they're holding tonight. I don't worry, since its usually just about a squirrel that they caught or how many berries the mothers ate. Boring stuff. I trot over to my den and drop the 10 berries into the entrance, and walk back to the bush to harvest a few more. By the time I had around 30, I trotted over to my mother and scooped up one of her recent pups. Her name was Senura, and she was a beauty, with a pink stripe in her hair and bright blue eyes. And my favorite, never whining, never obnoxious, but always generous, and courteous. I carried her in my den and set her down. She stood there and waited for me to hand her some berries.She yipped a thank you and munched on them for a while. I sat down in front of her, and asked her to tell me what she saw today. Senura said, "I saw a strangely shaped cloud, with bright orange tails at the ground". I asked her what the orange tails looked like. I was answered with, "It looked like where we cook our meat. Where it hurts if you touch it and it survives on wood." She finished her food, and cuddled underneath me. I then asked, "Did you see any animals?". She said, "I saw..... well. I saw animals who walked on two legs. I saw them digging holes and pushing buttons on panels." I don't know how, but I suddenly remembered...

I remembered my time as a pup. I was afraid, my mother was carrying me in her jaws, inside some sort of box. My father was clamped onto one of the two-legged animals. The animal kicked my father in the rib cage once, twice, and then he just sort of shook him off. My father was on the ground, his body heaving. I squirmed out of my mother's clutches, and her voice rang out in warning, but I was already there, licking my father's snout, and curling up next to him. The two-legged animal started speaking, and grabbed me around my neck. Throwing me against a tree, all around went black.

I sighed and shook the memory out of my head. Who were they? I licked Senura's forehead and ushered her outside where she could play with her other siblings. I trotted over to my mother, who was laying down, cuddling one of her pups. "Who were they?" I sounded almost angry, but its just the fact that she never told me. She calmly answered, "What do you mean, sweetheart?" Her blank eyes were almost, in a different place. I asked again, "Who were the animals who killed my father?" She again, simply answered, and said, "Oh, your father, he was worthless, he had too much thought, and he deserved to die. And the animals, they were humans, I believe." Tears welled up in my eyes, "What do you mean 'worthless' he was the brightest wolf in the pack, he thought because that's what you need for good ideas and plans." The hairs on my back bristled and my teeth bared. A few members of the pack stopped and stared. My mother pushed away her pup and stood up as well. Her growls matched mine, and she said, "He was foolish, and he died because he loved too much of what was his. He was a cursed wolf, he couldn't ignore issues like we can." "Well, what do you suppose he would do, ignore the fact that he had a pup, ignore the fact that there were problems?" I had the sudden urge to fight, but I couldn't, she was my mother, and it was against the rules.

Her blank eyes were persistent; she wasn't going to stop unless I stopped. So you know what I did? I apologized. I don't know why, but I had to, almost as if I knew that if I started something, I would possible kill myself. My mother looked at me, and walked back to where she was laying before. Why is she acting like this? I brought myself up and walked over to my den. I crawled inside to find a lizard stealing my berries. "Shoo, I tell you! Get outta here!" He flicked his tongue and scurried outside. I lie down, wondering about how my mother was acting. I just couldn't find the word for it. And then I found it. Absent-minded. She acted as if her feelings were now loose wisps barely catching any attention, and that she was a computer, making actions according to situations.

She wasn't the same mother I knew. I remember her blue eyes, that would gently urge me asleep, I remember her swift paws that would run around me, playfully, but I remember her love. When her eyes welled with tears before my father was killed, but now... But now she ignored everything and acted as the others did, as simple computers that would follow commands. I didn't know what happened, after I went unconscious, I remember waking up next to my mother... I swallowed hard and focused on the details that unraveled inside my mind. I look at her face, but her face is frozen, staring at the den wall. The memory is now clear, I pawed at her neck, and found a metal plate on her back. I blinked out the chilling memory, and staggered against my den wall. I was panting hard now, and I could barely breathe. The humans, had done something to her, to everyone. Except me.

I ran to our pack leader, Senoran, and asked, "What happened to my mother, and everyone else?" Sen's pupils widened with fear and distraught, and dismissed her assistants. "What do you mean? The question you asked is quite vague." She tried to sound calm, but I could sense something fake in her voice. "I know what was going on, the metal plate was put on my mother, as a controlling system. As a sort of artificial intelligence." I replied with a snarl. Sen patted the back of her neck, which had a surprising lack of fur. My eyebrows raised, "What's that, Senoran?" "Nothing, just a scar..." She answered solemnly. I disregarded the scar and asked again, "What happened, tell me now Sen!" I went into a defensive posture, and unfurled my claws. I cornered Sen against the wall, releasing a few sparks from my eyes. "I, I don't know the whole thing, but they injected her with metallic pins, which let her blood thicken, her brain stop, and the AI to kick in." My face instantly changed from anger, to sympathy, and I sat on the ground with a saddened feeling. "I'm sorry, Zer, but your mother's gone. She's been gone since 17 years ago." Tendrils of electricity were escaping from the sides of my eyes, which caught Sen's attention. "Oh no. Not now. Not again..." She reached out a paw, and touched my forehead. I closed my eyes, and felt a pulse of green light shoot from my scalp. A design was imprinted on Sen's paw in a green, glowing fluid. Her paws, trembled, and her ears folded hard against her head. Her tail flipped underneath her body, and she bowed in submission. "I'm going to go now Zer, please don't come back to your den, please leave. You're in danger, I don't know how, but you must find a different place to leave, and you must find it by next week." And with that, she zipped back to the pack.

Art: Cartoony :D
Other:Added a feather piercing and a leather anklet with a few corresponding-color beads.

[iPawki]

This one wasn't won, right?

Kennel:
#23
Section:
Common Creatures
Name:
Novembre (Nova)
The toy is named Chrome.
Gender:
Female
Chrome is male.
Breed:
Wolf/Feral Dog
Age:
3 in wolf, though in anthro form, 18 years old.
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
Recently I've really wanted a character with natural colors, but not entirely natural designs. Novembre fits what I want perfectly: white, dark brown, light brown, all blended to make eye-catching and intricate designs. She's beautiful, absolutely stunning, and I believe Syra did a great job coloring her in. Now, the raccoon by her side is adorable, and I believe he really completes the set. Tiny pink eyes, chibi body: definite love. <3 I like the overall design, and will get a lot of art for them. I'll be sure that she gets a good home, and I promise that she will always have a nice good thread to stay in, peaceful on my thread, which doesn't have too many characters yet. :3 I'll try my best to draw art for her, to get lots of good art of her too. I'll hold contests for people to draw her, maybe include her in my signature, along with Chrome, of course. x) She'll be one bright little star. <333
Personality:
"I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine..."
(Natasha Bedingfield, Pocketful of Sunshine)
It took two to play at this game, and now they were swinging in an eternal cycle of love and hatred, spinning, spinning over the hills and into the deep ocean of emotion, but the youngest shied back, stepping away, for she knew not of hatred, only of love and happiness. She knew not of death, knew not the apple being so poisonous, she knew simply of the juice running down, falling, falling, down her face as she bit into the fruit. Novembre is the type of wolf who always has a smile lighting her face; almost anything can make her laugh, for she has rarely encountered evil, and she does not wish to. However, there was history to her family, for her parents and grandparents and ancestors suffered more than she would believe.
She loved Chrome more than anything else in the world. She brought him everywhere, and as she grew older, she seemed to believe that perhaps he was a living thing, perhaps there was life and love in him. Yet Nova did not care whether or not he was alive, whether or not he was her size. No matter who he was, no matter what he was, she still loved him. Nova was the care-free, not a care in the world type of wolf. Novembre is oblivious to the pain and the regret around her, except if someone tells her they are sad or angered. She can only see the happiness. She is independent, yes, but always smiling. Her parents, having been scarred by certain tortures of their lives, her mother by the burden of slavery and her father by the loss of family, always tried to teach her certain ways to live, certain manners, and certain ways to appreciate. Being a rather "feminine" wolf, Nova was also the dainty type of person, always interested in pretty things and eye-catching jewelry. Her fur was lighter than the rest of her family, and she loved how it glowed in the sunlight. Nova had the instinct to befriend whoever she met, spreading out a good reputation.
Dislikes&Likes:
"If they searched inside their soul, they would only see the blackness of their hearts. And they dare to call us colored?"
Her momma would always say that.
The two continued their cycle, running, escaping, laughing, crying, their tears washing away the heat of the sun's anger. They ignored the distance between its frown and its cry, for they felt the smile covering the empty space, entombed in shadows. And the shadows brought more warmth than the glare of the sunlight, for the sunlight was harsh, and the shadows were soft and welcoming. The sun was way up there, up, up there, the sun was the master. The shadows, they could only live under the footsteps of another creature, for without those footsteps they would be beaten by the sun. Yet, ironically, without the sun, there were no shadows. There was only the eerie blankness and the darkness of the night. So the shadows were forced to live under the torture of the sun. The shadows were the slaves. The sun was the master, and he had all control over the shadows.
This had always been Novembre's version of the story. Whenever someone would ask her for a definition of slavery, she would tell them this. For she hated it, but slavery came in so many different forms, in so many different stages. And Nova absolutely abhorred this. Yet despite being this wise and dainty young girl, a part of her was lazy. Extremely lazy. She didn't mind education, of course, but a part of her detested anything that consisted of hard work. Of course, hard work led to serious things, and she disliked seriousness. She loved care-free things, where she never had to worry. So people would hide things from her, just to avoid... certain disagreements. For no one would want to see Nova in a tantrum... no, not Nova.
Novembre loved painting and drawing. She loved splashing the paint onto the canvas and mixing hues on a palette, creating a swirl of assortment, or differences. It reminded her of her own family, of how different every individual was: it reassured her as she created color on blankness. Nova also loved the city she lived in: Paris. The serene, gentle whisper of the Seine, flowing in its bed restlessly, reflecting light of late sunset. She dislikes loud noises, thunderstorms, fires, and all sorts of natural disasters. It brings fear to her eyes, and anything that could endanger is anything that she would not prefer. She absolutely abhors slavery, for her mother was once trapped in the disaster, tortured, used. Novembre hates things that are too dull, yet loves natural colors that bring life at first sight, glowing under the soft murmur of sunlight.
She also loved the shine of rainbow lights reflecting beauty onto the night. When she grew older, and the Eiffel Tower was completed, she was amazed by the pretty show of fireworks and garlands of glowing hues. It created a gentle hum in her ears, allowed her to love, allowed her to breath with ease. The sight of light was nothing else than music, candy to the eyes and to the ears, candy to the senses. And this serenity made her want to share it with others, so she did. She shared it with her stuffed animal, Chrome, who she loved dearly, and with the friendly people who shared their kindness with her. And those who could not appreciate where not appreciated back, for Novembre detested them. She detested those who deemed superior than everyone else, because such thought could lead to ruin.
History/Background:
(written in anthro form)
"At first sight, she was old and weighed with the burden of time... yet... if you stared, you would see that her soul was only blossoming...
for age is simply a number... holding you back, always prime and never divisible, always inside the heart, never where it should be..."
Nova's parents were an odd couple, both with a confusing history and family tree. Novembre's mother was a young woman named Coral, and she belonged to a wealthy white man and his wife. Coral was born in 1854, and at the age of 7, she was sold to a rich French man who lived somewhere on the border of the north and the south. The rich man had two children, named Louisiana and Thomas. Thomas was around Coral's age, and when they grew older, they married and moved to France, Paris. When Coral was 20 years old, in 1874, Novembre was born. She was named after the lovely autumn colors and her birth month, November. Novembre lived in a beautiful small antique home, adorned with dark somber colors and yet alive with life. They lived right next to the Seine, a beautiful body of water, gurgling daily and shining under the sunset light as the sun whispered farewell every night. Nova had always pondered on her lineage. Apparently her grandfather had also been a white man, and so had her great-great-grandfather. Her father, of course, was a French man, while her mother, grand-mother, etc. had all been slaves. But she, always so laid-back, had never thought too much of it. Ever since she was young, her life consisted of little importance. Nova was rich, Nova was happy. She had long, flowing silk gowns, some violet like her pupils, others green like watered meadows, while some were azure like the vast aquamarine skies. However, when she turned six, things started to turn around the other way, attracted to perhaps, well, differences.
"Do you believe in the unbelievable?"
"Listen to the wind whispering... do you not hear nature calling, calling? For imagination is your strongest weapon, the natural is always the superior... just let yourself fall into the arms of the angel... for its feathers are the purest, yet they weigh more than the burden of life, because they are death themselves...."
Nova had a tutor named Jean-Pierre, who taught her History and Geography, Dancing and Music, everything. He was held a great reputation and loved all over Paris, and Nova respected him greatly. She loved spending her week-days in the room on the second floor, with the large open windows that allowed the sunlight to stifle through the cracks of the glass, while the whole atmosphere was naturally lighted by the sun, always orange and bright. Jean-Pierre had a son named Samuel, however he died at the age of 6, suffering from a mysterious illness.
Samuel's death was hard on Jean-Pierre. He hadn't told Novembre, for he worried of her reaction. Sometimes, when they would be taking lessons, Nova's tutor would randomly mutter things about Samuel. And when Jean-Pierre would go home, his gaze would be stuck to his son's possessions: stuffed animals, velvet-covered books, pretty rocks from their back garden, etc. The pain would tear at his heart, entomb his soul, the tears pricking at his eyes as he stared at the unwanted possessions, their master having died at such a young age. Jean-Pierre took a step forward, clutching a raccoon plushie that Samuel had adored. He had never been given a name; they simply addressed him as "le raton laveur" (raccoon in french). The next day, as Nova sat down in a mahogany wooden chair, Jean-Pierre entered the room, gingerly stepping on the sleek, creaking wood floors. "Bonjour Monsieur," Novembre said, and after they had exchanged greetings, he sat down at his own chair, and put the raccoon stuffed animal on the table.
"This is for you," Jean-Pierre said, the pain and the grief etching at his words, yet Novembre heard not of them. She only heard of a gift being given to her, and a smile twitched at the sides of her mouth. "I had- have a son," He lied. "It used to be his, but now that he's older, he's not very interested in stuffed animals. So I thought you might like it..."

Years passed, and the bond betweeen Novembre and her stuffed animal, named Chrome, grew. No one could separate them: they were the closest of friends. Whenever her parents wanted to talk about her marrying, she would shake her head defiantly. She said her heart belonged to Chrome. There was no use trying to have Jean-Pierre deal with this situation: he would have persuaded her to do anything easily, yet he and his wife had moved to England, and so asking him would not have been a priority.
However, Nova did fall in love. He was a young man from Germany and England, yet had been born in Paris. At the age of twenty-two, they moved to a small village to the south of Paris, and married. She even had a child. She led a peaceful life, until the last years of her life. Things were fine, and she was loved in her small village. Things were going fine, fine indeed.
Until the war. Her husband was… well, taken away. He was of German background, so when World War II began to affect her elderly life, he was taken. Wasn’t it stupid? A man so old, taken away? This led Nova to wonder… wonder… if everything was as nice as she believed. Of course, she was no longer so innocent and unknowing of things, yet… yet… a part of her knew so little.
She thought… deep in her mind, that she still had her son. But then the bomb dropped. Eliminated her. Brought her to her death, the wounds, oh, they were fatal, deadly, red and deadly, oh yes. And she died… clutching Chrome to her heart…
But that would be too far away. And for now, she enjoyed her life, so serene, like paradise. Perhaps death would be a déjà-vu for her, because of Chrome’s past. No… perhaps a faded memory, etched into her brain like a string a yarn: for she holds the key to a dead boy’s heart.

Life, and inexplicably, Chrome.

Art:
http://oi56.tinypic.com/jkuhxg.jpg
Other:
Her eyes are violet.
Theme song: Where is The Love?- Black Eyes Peas
Usually, I prefer older songs for my character's themes song, though I thought this would fit. <3

[Not me nope]

Kennel:
23
"Yep right next to the crazy pups"
Section:
Common creatures
"Common?! I aint common! why I outa!!..."
Name:
Raciln (the wolf) and acoon (accon, the racoon, because His little toy has been called acoon, as he couldnt pronounce it proply)
" Yep, thats my name. dont wear it out!"
Breed:
Raclin is Wolf/ Dog, Acoon is a racoon
"Yas, you are clever arnt you?"
Age:
2
"Still young and fiesty!"
Gender-
Male
"woh. you know my gender? how y..."

Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
*C0UgH* I will do everything! draw art, art and more art! I will get art from my Friends and possibly art from people such as thewolfgirl90. I will try my very best to recive as much art as i can! I may hold competitions and everything! I was browsing through these pages and this lovly stunning design popped out infront of my eyes and i couldnt belive my luck when i stumbled upon this little fella. He is simple and unique. I love the design work and patterns. This animal will be in my charries page, With detailed storyS and art. Not only that but he might pop up in my siggy box a few time, maybe even my avvie. He will not be dumped. ever. They will be perminantly in my charries where they will get comments and love. He and acoon will be my Racoon and wolf pup and will be kept under great conditions and never get dumped, Never will I give them away, even for all the pets on chicken smoothie!
"see, she will look after me! And give cookies... wont you? "

Personality:
THis eager little wolf pup is always on the go. He dosnt really understand much, as he is not to clever. He loves pranks and where ever you go, He will probably be pulling your leg. He will eaither hate you or love you, never will he LIKE you. He is responsible when he knows he needs to be and can be mature, but other than that he is usualyu up to mischief. He hates it if you scold him or tell him off. He will always awnser back. He always has acoon and often climbs trees with acoon, although acoon is just a stuffed toy, he totaly adores it and will always have him in his arms or mouth. Acoon is loved by Raclin, and although Acoon goes everywere she is surprisingliy clean and looks so new. Acoon and raclin are Bffs, and you will always see raclin talking to Acoon, expecting an answer back.

Raclin plays his music full blast but hates headphones. He has two real friends who talk and play with him, but they dont keep him company like acoon. They often make fun of acoon and say its a baby toy. When this problem ocurrs Raclin walks away sobbing and mumbling under his breath dragging acoon along. They just laugh usualy, thats when his temper starts. he has a awful temper if anyone speaks nastly about acoon, He is usualy friendly and will just ignore them, But anything about acoon and they are dommed.In his tempers he will bite and scatch but often only takes the mic out of them. He will definatly take the mick out of you if you take the mic out of him.
*RaWRs*"I am not mishief!"

Theme tune ~ Brick by boring brick ~ paramore
"thats it alright! da, a, ada, da...."


Quote below by Me.

If life was a roller coaster, Id be at the front, Not knowing what would happen next.

"But I sit at the back???,"

R ~
|Respect|
Will always show his respect. Respects Everyone, weather they are full of themself, or In the war. he makes sure everone respects one anouther. He Has had many Incidents where he Has had to show respect and that he had too suffer watching people not show respect, he hates It when this happens. One time, Unfortunatly, his father was selfish and did not show respect to our team at all. It was a summer day, and he had a match against anouther school. He shouted at everyone as if he was a terrible refferee, but in fact he was just a spectator. That was one of the episodes that I hated, as this was my own dad. I then showed Respect by Speaking up for the other members, I also showed some empathy.
"You better RESPECT ME yal"

A~
|Apreciation|
Apreciates all who go into the war and fight for their country. Apreciates any gift he gets given, weather its the smallest present or the largest present on earth.
"I was in the war once, as an army Pilot! Or was that my grandad?...."

c~
|Co-operation|
Will co-operate with anyone who will co-oprate back. will always accept that once in your life you will need to co-operate to get the things you need.
"Tis true. even acoon agrees!"

l~
|Love|
Loves everyone, Kind or bad hearted he will give some lovew off to them, as lng as they give some back.
"NOt TrUE. I Hate Marmite..."

i~
|Imagination|
His imagination runs wild. He can think up the most wackeist ideas on earth, an belives anything is possible.
"apart from flying... I tried it once, dont try jumping off a cliff.. it dosnt work."

n~
|Neatness|
always keeps his bags neat and organised, even in a rush, he cannot leave anything in a mess. Will always offer to help clean up. He is not a clean freak and loves outdoors. Will often get messy in the mud, but knows when enough is enough.
*Coughs*"apart from my bedroom..."

Dislikes&Likes:
Raclin loves Music, as she feels relaxed and happy as she listens to the sound of her favourite music, Acoon, A very spiecal and unique toy who he loves dearly, His sister, who keeps him comany when he is lonely, climbing trees He loves the adventure and risks of climbing up high, drawring, he Is a natural born drawer and draws in free time, Winter- hot chocolate and snowmen!, Warm cosy fire places loves the warm crackling noise and the heat, Midnight feasts with acoon loves snacking at night, water/swimming , the sea, Woods and Forests, Her bed, Cute fluffy animals, Racoons, Pranks and joking, Waking up early- can hear the birds chirping and the fresh morning air, Strawberrys-sweet and cheerful, balls- ohhh, bouncy XD, running- loves getting out and about!, Piano, the colours Light pink, light grey, Rich chocolate brown and Starberry blonde, ashes, Echoes and Birds.
"sure thing peeps... ChoCOlaTE LOVE."

Raclin Hates Thunder storms and lightning - Its scary apparently, as her past has been dreadful in those long stormy nights. she also hates Dark places, Dim lights, Spooky houses, Violence, stuck up, selfish people, Nasty creul Wolves, know it all's, TV, Headphones and earphones, holes, Space, Dark eery nights, cats, The colours, Black, Moldy blue and green- Yuk, Really dark red and White.
"It send shivers down my spine!"

History/Background:
I wiped my face, rubbing all the grind of the stones. They had pushed me and acoon into the ditch. I was scared. They kicked and punched. Hard. I was crying, a small tear shred from my eye. Why did they..., just because I had acoon. I sighed and hugged acoon, stroking her fur softly, gently falling to sleep, on that long, cold windy canal bank.

I coughed and spluttered, Shivering and whining as more cold winds blew past, hugging acoon for comfort, it was the one and only comfort I had, It was the love that kept me going, It had Been with me since I was born. It was handmade from my auntie, my only auntie I ever knew. I knew my sister was still out there... somewhere. She was a pain in the neck, but she could talk back, and comfort me Further. Suddenly I felt a lump in acoon, it was in his belly. I turned him around gently, feeling his back for any more signs of something. I’m sure something was in there. There was a loose string, there always had been, I pulled it slightly, Watch some felt form into a pocket shape. It held something within it, possibly a note. It was old and quite torn. I took it out, unfolding it staring at it as I read out loud;


I read it again and again. Until I heard a faint rustle in the leaves surrounding me. I quickly tucked it back into Acoons pouch and hugged acoon tight to my chest, burying my face into acoons soft fur. There was a young girl's scream and another rustle, it was now behind me, and the Sweet voice of a girl faintly whispered "run dear one, Run, before you end up like me..." The voice drifted off as I quickly got up and ran. I kept Running and running and running. I was now panting as if id ran a marathon. There was a noise coming from behind me. I ran faster and faster. Till there was a blur and I fell, holding acoon tightly within my hands. I had fainted, silently.

I yawned, stretching my arms out as I felt tears stream down my face with agony. I felt round for acoon, Looking everywhere, I could still not find acoon! Oh acoon! They took acoon, but why? I trekked up the hill, every now and again looking back too see if acoon had reappeared. My... MY acoon! I cried my heart out, then suddenly I noticed a movement in the bushes, and out came a ragged wolf with scars and long silky black hair, in her mouth was acoon. She layed him down on the floor next to me. "I found him, in the bushes down there" she pointed down too where I had fainted "Is he yours?" I smiled taking acoon and hugging him, licking his soft fur making acoons fur neater. "Yes! Oh thank you! My name is Raclin, thank you, what could I ever do to repay you!" I looked at the female wolf intensely staring into her deep black eyes. "My name is Glitch. You could let me tag along on this trip of yours as I Am lonely and have lost all hope of finding my family; all I know is my Brother is out there somewhere. I picked this up, as it seemed very similar to my brother’s racoon, he used to call it acoon..." She drifted of in her sentence looking up at the beautiful mid day sun. It seemed to shine more than ever. "Sis?" I spoke gently. "The ‘racoon is called acoon! I called it acoon as a baby, remember?!" I jerked up, standing bolt right in excitement "Is it you dear sis, is it really you! Oh sis!" I jumped up without a reply, as she was as shocked as I was. I ran up to her, hugging her, pushing my head into her soft silky fur. I cried, cried tears of joy! I couldn’t think of a happier moment! I went back to acoon laughing. Yes laughing. I had not laughed for what felt like forever!

Once we had got over this Great news, I Hesitated, knowing I should show her the note. I reached inside acoon, my sis's Eyes vaguely staring at the Velvet purse beneath the note as I pulled it out, handing it to Glitch. I saw her eyes scan the page severally time, her face showing mixed emotions. "Well... what do you think?" I spoke aloud, waiting patiently for a reply from my loving sister. “Well. I don’t know quite what to make out of it! Have you tried looking inside the purse yet?" Glitch answered.
"No... I didn’t really think..." I stammered looking down at the Handmade, velvet Purse. "That it would be quite the right time, as anyone could be watching us through the woods, they might... “I trailed off as I watched my sis push back the purse in acoons pouch.”Ok then, maybe later. Where do you sleep on such a cold and windy night?"
"I...I sleep under the canal in a cave type area. It often keeps me warm, I feel at home there. It’s nothing much, but its shelter...”
"Wicked. I sleep in the hollow of an old redwood tree. It’s safe, as it’s high up. If you like, maybe you could come with me?" Glitch quickly spoke. I sighed, and answered back a mumbled yes, trying to smile. I had just remembered leaving my blanket in the Cave... But would it still be there?

I called to glitch to follow me as I pushed up against the wind, squinting my eyes tight together to see through the fog. It was sunny, yet foggy and humid. I had reached the cave, and wandered in, looking around the room, holding acoon, still tight in my hands. I saw a blanket, torn and shredded under a small stone. I lifted off the stone and picked up the blanket sighing. It was still there, the same condition as I had left it. Glitch screamed and I gripped acoon, turning to face glitch. Glitch was shadowed by a large animal; it was a large animal with Metal teeth, and ghostly body, all leading to a large tail, which looked like an axe. I screamed too, just as my sister did. My sister could not run around or over it! It was in the entrance to the cave! We were trapped...

My sister leaped up onto The Creatures back, scratching his long black skin. It bleed green goo, spreading throughout the cave. I ran up with acoon, securely tied with rope, to my back. The rope was made of stinging nettles, I was taught to make rope and new well enough that it would not sting. I also joined in, clawing the animal viscously. I started to dig, under the beast, while glitch kept him occupied. We both where sweating as we leaped into the hole, and crawled under the large beast, wondering where the hole would take us.

It lead down a long humid damp Muddy tunnel, Seeming as if it went on forever with no end. I was hungry now and even tempted to eat an odd worm or two that we came across. "That, little bro was called a yoauls." I then had a flashback, remembering the note in acoon, I’m sure somewhere, and it had spoken about yoauls. I quickly reached into acoons pouch too re-read the note. I then noticed I had only read half of it! I opened it up, so I could view both half’s! It carried on as so;



Once I had scanned the page, I handed it too Glitch, for her to examine it. I was now scared, Arrows? Does she mean bow and arrows? I hate Pointy flying things! I shivered at the thought, still walking down the tunnel. I finally Stopped as we reached the cross roads. "Sis...sisy? What happens now, which way do we go?" I spoke as she scanned the page once more.

Glitch turned to me. "We must go middle" I stared at her as she took lead, crawling down the dark, cobwebbed cave. It was dusty and dark. The humid air wrapped around my mouth like sly misty snakes. It got colder as we trekked further down. Our voices seemed to echo as we spoke. "Sis, I’m cold, and feel sick." I had got a headache, and had felt cold and sick for a while; it seemed to get worse as we thudded along. Glitch hardly spoke to me; she was in a world of her own. Glitch suddenly came to a halt. We could see light! It was quite far away, but unluckily for us it seemed to be moving further away. I smiled at my sister and held acoon, sprinting down the cave. My sis shouted. "Stop! There are Floor traps and arrows! It’s a trap! The light is nothing but a yaul lighting up, to attract us! It wants us as food! We must go back!" But as glitch and I turned back, it seemed as If we where trapped, the walls had been closing in from behind, but we where so focused on the journey we didn’t look behind us! My sis shouted at me to follow her. I ran after her, dropping acoon. "No!" I looked at acoon and picked her up closing my eyes and neatening her fur.
"We need to go! Now!" Shouted my sister again.
"Ok! Coming" I shouted running along after her. I followed her again down another pathway, which lead to an in coved area, where other pups where working hard at something. There were two of them. Both looked very similar, with the same build, one was purple and green, the other orange and green. Glitch and I exchanged glances, they seemed friendly, but where they?

I was first to let off are cover. I sneezed, and then coughed. The two soon found us. It found out they where the friendly sort, both of them in chorus with each other. "So, your names?" Spoke both of them in chorus.
"Glitch and Raclin" Spoke my sister.
"And Acoon!" I spoke annoyed. The two looked at one another, then the purple and green one spoke.
"My name is Dia." Then the other spoke, "and my name is Echoe." I looked at them lovingly. They looked around my age, which did not please Glitch. They seemed awfully skinny and hungry though. I Took off the back pack and took out some meat, I couldn’t remember what meat it was, only that it was fresh. The two looked at it, their eyes glinting in the shadows. I ripped a chunk of meat off and passed it to dia. Then I ripped of another piece, and gave it to Echoe. They both toughly enjoyed it. I still had some left for later. "Um... so... you got trapped too?" I nodded at Echoes question. Echoe sighed then dia looked at the floor, mumbling something. "You shall have very little chance left now. Unless you can work for the yoals like me and Echoe... You get feed twice a month, with only a wing of a turkey... while they feast on large cattle and deer, if we are in luck, we get a few scraps."
Glitch spoke. "We are not here to be slaves! We shall free you and Get revenge on the yoauls! We are here on a quest!" Then glitch snatched acoon and reached inside for the note. She passed it to them. Dia and Echoe read it at the same time, pulling the same expressions as one another. They frowned at the last sentence. 'It’s your only chance'. They glanced meaningful expressions.
Then chorused, "You may be out of luck, last night they sent out 900 Yauls to look for it. They shall reach it before we are even out of here..."

"But we must not give up hope, we must try, if we fail, we fail, we cant change that." Spoke my sister wisely and calmly, breathing softly in the humid depths of the cave. I agreed slightly to my sisters explanation, but if we stood around any longer they will already be there. "We must escape soon. Otherwise all hopes are lost" I whisperd looking around with the others for any plans. Suddenly dia gave a shout. "I know!" We all turned to her and painfully told her to shut up. She just shouted as loud as a blue whale! Anything could hear her a mile away! "sorry!" she whimpered. "But I have an Idea, You know yesterday, Echoe, me and you where playing by the cage bars?" Echoe nodded. "well, you know i was shaking at the bars screaming?" she nodded again. "The bars where coming loose, if only we had something to loosen it, somthing like oil..." Dia stared into space thinking. Then she looked at me. I know i have a bag full of random things, so who knows? we might find somthing! I started digging around in the cramped iluminous bag, finding nothing. But as I passed it to Glitch to take a look, She grabbed acoon and dug into his back. "Careful!" I shouted staring at acoon. She pulled out the letter, the detached the purse. "You open it." She passed it to me. I felt 3 eyes staring at me, Dia, Glitch and Echoe. I opened the purse in exitment squinting my eyes. I reached in the bag and lifted out some rope, that would be no use. Gradually I pulled more and more stuff out the bag, chemicals and all sorts, there was some dust, leaves, Glitter type stuff, everything! Exept oil! But i did find some other slippery chemical. I passed It over to Dia and Echoe, watching them smell and look at it. they passed it back. "go ahead! looks fine to me! So I went with the others to the bars that where loose and rubbed some stuff on the bars. There was a spark, the some fizzing noise. We all staggerd back in shock. Dia and echoe where digging each otrhers head into each other, scared. Soon there was a bright flash nd the metal shined bright white! Then once the colour had died down, the bars where melted and there was a large gap for us all to fit through. We all stared at it, all with a glint of glee in our eyes.
"well,, I cant read that much *_*"

Art:

"Arnt I dashing darling!"
And teh chubbeh one

*squidgeh*

Other:
A few Poems-

I gazed out the window,
staring into space,
no one around me,
so they could too face,
the same horrors of life,
as me and my acoon,
my acoon, oh what glory she is,
she helps me through life,
right to the end,
the end where i will meet,
the dreadful bend,
this is the bend of life where everything changes,
the time where i too will pass
all the ranges,
the ranges of diffrent turnings,
that are possible,
mine is a roller coaster,
if i recall,
my mum and my dad,
both passed away sadly,
after the ups and downs,
of the arguements,
that ended up badly.


I coughed and splutterd,
on that chilly night,
with acoon in my hands,
after the awkward silence,
between me and acoon,
i quiety gave in and mutterd,
"oh how i wih id stayed in,
on this cold afternoon!"

I sat there,
looking into space,
No one around me,
so they could too face,
The horrors of life that where coming their way,
it was called the bend,
the bend of life,
where you grow up,
Your hopes get dragged up,
then you get dumped again,
so your heart is jaggerd and torn,
my mum,
my dad,
said my life is a rollercoater,
Before they passed away,
In the woods of rabset,
That day,
all they did was joke,
and play on that,
awfull christmas night,
when thier life came to a end,
me and acoon cried our eyes out,
wishing id never said,
we should play out,
and get some fresh air.

Also her eye colours are right, lilac, left, pale green.
"you been looking in my eyes?!!??"

Please note- I have tried my hardest in this form, And I have spent alot of time and effort into that story. I hope it goes to a good home.
"you bet! she even forgot to feed me in all the hard work!"

[Buecherwurm]

Kennel:23
Section: common creatures
Name: Litavis
Breed: female
Age: adult
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?: I love the design so much. I see her and know that I will do everthing to get her. She is so cute and so wow.
She will be the mate of Taranis. X
Personality: impulsive, reciprocally, temperamental
Dislikes: when somebody touch her plushie (exept Taranis)
Likes: Taranis, her plushie Racy(speaks Reki), taranis' plushie Kito
History/Backround: When she was puppy she come to a littel boy who loves her. Every moring she escort him to elemantry school and on the afternoon she picked him up. She was allowed to sleep in his bed too. He had a favourite Plushie(Racy) witch he loves as much as Litavis. After two years the Boy get a littel brother and the parents decided to give Litavis away. The Boy was really sad and he knews that she will missed him as he do. So he gave her his Plushie Racy so she will never forgot him.After that she came in a animal shelter but she escape. From this day she lives on the streets. But one day she meets Taranis when he made advertisement against animal experiments. The speak together for a long time and Taranis invited her to live in Lucas Pack. And after a time Taranis and she became mate.v(sorry for being so short and sorry for mistakes but I'm bad in english)
Art:without Racy because I can't draw him.
Other: her eyes are green

[Africa.]

TIKI I FREAKIN LOVE YOU!!! Eeep! So excited that you made another Dzelvar! <33 And to top it off, a songbird! <333 *Dies* You kill me xD <333

Why?
Kennel: 26
Section: FoN
Name: Alumi
Nickname: Umi (You-Me)
Breed: Dzelvar (Formerly a dove)
Age: 2 Months of age
Why do you want this animal?&What will you do for this animal?:
Again, as I said for Aurelius, ousghsoierguhusoergsdvnsjdbguwoe!!! Dzelvars are absolutely amazing, and I would honestly find it an honor to be able to own one. Tiki has truly outdone herself with these. I had put in a form for Arelius, and since I didn't win him, I am absolutely and completely ESTATIC that Tiki made another one, and she made me even happier (Even though I have no idea how it was possible to make me any happier) by making a songbird! Love you to death Tiki <333
Alumi seemed to shoot a firework through me at first sight. After the form I wrote for Aurelius, I had decided I should take a break from adopting, try to get better at writing. But then I saw Alumi, and I found myself saying, "Pfft, frig taking a break! She's freakin AMAZING!" Umm, yeah, my parents looked at me like a was crazy xD So here I am, at it again.
I positivly adore every part of Alumi. She's based on a songbird, she has stunning glowing emerald eyes, she's silver, the list goes on! Seriously, I was having such a horrible day until I saw her up there, and my horrible day was officially declared over.
Alumi will be the victim of my writing muses, which will be posted in my soon to come "Muse Thread" where il be hosting my short stories on all my characters. She'll also get plenty of art, and, if won, she'll become the Guardien to my fursona, Falon, as she was based on a dove, the sign of peace.
Personality:
Shy: Umi has a tendancy to shy away from newcomers, and it takes quite a long time for her to warm to someone.
Quiet: Her voice, unlike most others, comes out in a tiny chirp, like soft little bells ringing, or chimes in the wind.
Sweet: In complete honesty, Alumi is one of the sweetest Dzelvar you will ever meet. She's constantly trying to help people. though sometimes it gets her in trouble.
Curious: She does have a tendancy to ask "Why?" very often, which is the reason I chose that as the 'title' of my form. Alumi seems to think that she needs to know everything, like her mind can hold every bit of information.
Negative: Yes, it seems odd, but Umi is rather negative. When she decides that she cannot do something, she continues to put herself down, and when she feels all hope is lost, her mind is set, and can rarely be changed.
Stubborn: Yes, Alumi is very, very stubborn. One her mind is made up, theres no changing it. This is another reason why she is so negative, because as soon as negativity creeps into her brain, its automaticly locked in there, no way of getting out. Stubborn and negative, two deadly things when put together.
Dislikes&Likes:
Likes
-Questions- Alumi just adores asking questions, always has. Since birth, she's always asked, why?
-Dreaming- She is always off day dreaming about what her past could have been like, and what her future will be like. Dreaming, day or night, is one if her favorite things to do.

Dislikes
-Seperation- Umi absolutely despises watching seperation, no matter who is being seperated. Somehow, even though her re-formation had taken her memories, her head starts to hurt when she sees seperation, as if it had to do with her past.
History/Background:

Newborn
Two emerald eyes apeared in the midst of two other pairs of blue eyes. A beautiful white dove gazed down at them, her own wise eyes blue as the sea, clear as the sky. The mother gazed down at them, and slowly those stunning wise eyes were clouded. She looked up to the sky for a moment. "You warned me..." She returned her gaze down to the single green eyed dove. "I'm so sorry my sweet..." She let her gaze fall to the very, very, faint silver at the tip of the chicks wings. "Alumi. You will be Alumi."
Alumi gazed back at her mother, wondering what that liquid was the came from her eyes. Why was that happening? She stretched up high to rub her head against her mothers neck, seeing that her mother seemed sad. She watched as her mother smiled down at her sadly, and wondered... Why?

Week One
"Mama, why can't I go play with Xaria and Treyu?" Alumi looked up at her mother with her big green eyes, frowning. Her mother looked down on her, and Alumi caught another glimps of that sad smile her mother always gave her. Why? Her mother never gave Xaria and Treyu that sad smile, so why Alumi?
"Because sweetie. Just because."
She frowned more. "But I dont underst- Ow! Mama my wings hurt again!" She squeaked in alarm, wincing as more pain commenced in her wings. She looked down at their silvery light at the edges, tears rimming her eyes.
But her mother was calm, completely calm. "It'll be over soon Umi, very soon."
Her mother was right, the pain vanished as quick as it came, after only seconds, but somehow she still felt the hurt, like it wouldn't go away. Her wings felt heavy, like she'd never be able to fly. "Mama, why can Xaria and Treyu almost fly now, and I can't?" Her mother closed her eyes, turning her head away for a moment. "No reason my young." She answered in that same gentle, yet somehow passive manner. Alumi looked up at her one last time, with one last frown, and wondered one last time, why?

Week Two
"Xaria! Treyu! No! Please come back!" She struggled after her brother and sister as they said goodbye, taking off into full flight, in in the open blue skies above. "No..." Her voice was barely a whisper as they flew off. She'd never see her brother and sister again. Never.
"Mama... Th-they're gone... Why aren't I flying away with them? Why can't I fly Mama?!" Her sadness slowly replaced itself with anger. Why was she the only one who couldn't fly? Why was she the only one with silver wings? Even her tail was silver now!
"Baby... I wish I could tell you..." Her mother replied, and for a moment it seemed as though there was regret in her eyes. Suddenly, the entire world was washed away, replaced with something like a video playing through in her head. I'm so sorry my sweet... It was her mother, looking down at... at her. With that, Alumi was back, looking at her hurting mother.
"Why are you sorry Mama?" Was the next thing that escaped her silvery beak. She hadn't even meant to ask, the words had just chirped out.
Her mothers eyes looked shocked, then they turned to understanding, then deeply, deeply sorry again. Alumi slowly backed up, not even realizing she was doing it. She was almost... Scared. Why was her mother acting like this?
"I'm sorry that you'll never be a dove. I'm sorry that you'll feel pain over and over until your a full Dzelvar. I'm sorry I never spoke to you of your father. I'm sorry... I'm sorry you wont know who I am soon." Those were the words that her mother whispered. Those were the words that scared Alumi more then life itself.

Week Three
"Ow! OW!" Alumi was screaming, her feathers burning, her stomac heaving and twisting.
"It will be over soon, my sweet, sweet Umi." Her mothers eyes were pain-stricken as she watched her own daughter scream out a shrill, chilling scream, and having to hold herself back from doing anything to help.
"Mama! It hurts!" She screamed out in bone-shattering pain. Her eyes were squeezed shut, as the pain slowly crept up her back, crawling along her body until it gripped at her so tightly she had trouble even breathing. A pitch so high that it burned her mind sounded loudly in her head, as images flashed through her eyes fast as lightning.
"HELP!" Was the last thing Alumi cried out before she collapsed in a heap of silver on the ground. Only the occasional twitch of her wings, or the slow rise and fall of her stomac indicated there was still life within her.
Her mother waited, her gorgeous blue eyes never leaving her daughters horrified face. She waited, counting down slowly. Two, one. That last second was the scariest moment of her life.
Alumi suddenly shot up onto her feet, her glowing emerald eyes confused. "I...I... What am I doing here? Who a-are you?" Her little voice was that same sweet melody as always, but standing before Mother was a metalic figure of a dove... Her daughter. Her daughter who would never know who she was.
"Nothing, I was just passing through when I saw you. Il be on my way." Alumi watched the dove fly off into the distance, and for a moment she wondered why she had looked so sad, so lonely... She looked like she had been killed on the inside.

As Life Went By....
Every night, Alumi had the same dream. A dream about a beautiful dove with eyes as blue as the sky on the most perfect day of the year. The dove would look down on one of her three chicks, gaze into the eyes of the one little green eyed girl, and tell her she was sorry. And every night, Alumi couldn't help but wonder, why?

Art:
Other:
Peom:
Sky so black,
No stars tonight,
I wish I had my life back,
As I focused on the light,
An airplane high,
Be my falling star,
I look into the sky,
And wonder, my mother, who you are.

[BPeppers]

Looks like we're at it again, Fae. ^^

[Not me nope]

oh. So I cannot Try for Gas mask? Oh no. I so wanted gas mask, will Syras racoon and wolf one be judged soon?

ah well..

You have to pick one or the other, as they're in the same section. Syra's wolf, as far as I know, should be judged on the 13th. Gas Mask won't be dropped until later.

Thankyou for the info. I love both of them as much and will try my hardest with both. I Have decided to keep the form for syras wolf up as i worked so hard on that and could not aford to loose it.

[berdsbrother]

Nice form Rebeccashe. Love the detailed work and thought put into it.