Pound of Hope [CLOSED PERMANENTLY]

[sheep.]

I am looking to adopt...



Kennel number:
P65
Name:
Alice
Breed:
Wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?:
Alice's design is absolutely stunning; one-of-a-kind. She looks mysterious, especially with how her eyes look blank in the picture. I also noticed the 'Eat me' and 'Drink me' tags, and I think they're pretty cool, along with the rose and hat.
I'll order art for her as much as I possibly can. Her design is so cute, I can't wait for more pictures.
Personality:
Likes:
•Darkness
•Red
•Her . . . "friends"
Dislikes:
•Sunlight
•Too enthusiasctic/happy people
•People who don't bother sticking up for themselves.
History/Background:
Alice walked slowly down the musterious, dark forest trail, clutching the end of her black sleeve, as smooth as silk against her fur. She looked left and right constantly, yet seeing nothing but the faint glimmer of the wet tree leaves. She didn't notice the massive wall infront of her until her fingers scraped harshly across it. She cringed and examined the damage. A single drop of liquid oozed to the grass and she lowered her hand.
She stared up at the wall curiously. What was it doing here? In the middle of a forest? She shrugged and walked around the-as she had just realised-cylander of bricks. She noticed something brown, rough and moldy with age, and she rushed over it. This was some sort of castle? She opened the door hastily, yanking the rusty metal circle. She took a large step inside and looked around. It was eerie, the fact that she heard the wind whistling by going inbetween the gaps in the bricks added to this effect.
She heard two fingers click and swirled around.
"Caius, Marcus! We have a guest!" a male voice confirmed in thee. A cold hand was on Alice's chin and she froze. "And what is your name?"
"None of your buisness," Alice growled in a mumbled, stepping away from the ... thing.
"Aro, let's stay nice, shall we?" A set of gleaming teeth showed through the darkness.
"Ah, Caius, surely, we will."
Another thing moved forwards, and Alice assumed it was Marcus
"Aro, leave the girl," the voice from the thing commanded.
Alice took the chance. She opened the door and ran back down the forest, hoping never to see the place again.
Art:

Other:
WIP o3o

[iBrevity]

I am looking to adopt...



Kennel number: P5.
Name: Jared.
Breed: Royal Fox.
Ranking: The playmate of the royal children; set to be in an arranged marriage with the princess.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Bisexual.
Age: In [quad] he's just a kit; in [anthro] he's around 11 years old.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: To me, there is no Bane without Jared; and there is no Jared without Bane. In my mind these two were just destined to be together, and when Syra donated him, I had my eye on him; but automatically assumed somebody would snatch him up the day he arrived. For some reason the days just kept slipping past and others overlooked him, going for other characters; but my gaze remained on him and I just knew I had to try out when I had a free week. He is a very insightful, calm character, which is something I don't frequently come across; and I know I would love and use him if I got him. c: I already have planned a nice page for them on my character site if I win them both. <3

Personality: Calm, insightful, and graceful, when Jared was born he was destined to become the well-coveted royal playmate. He came with the loyalty and attitude that was needed for any of them, and even as he grew, he remained calm and courteous.
Without raising his voice, Jared can create an atmosphere in a room; and either make it suffocatingly difficult to withstand or easier for whoever is present. How he acts seems to react and reflect on everyone else. What's the most interesting about this possession of emotions is the fact that Jared has little awareness that he does this, and will sometimes express brief flickers of interest when people speak to him about it.
But there is one thing that makes Jared as he is, and that specifically is the presence of the demon that lurks inside his head. Ever since he was born he was well-aware what the disembodied voice was, as his nursemaid was aware of the beast and explained what it was doing and why it was there. This demon keeps Jared in check; in his bloodline is a hostile awareness of others and a sharp possessive nature, and the beast that stays there is merely a boundary that dulls his emotions.
He can be considered almost distant and detached, but this is due to the demon himself; because he has little opportunity to focus on somebody else when his demon is screeching in his head. The singular thing that can cut through this voice, however, is Bane, his best friend and closest trusted acquaintance. The slight moments of clarity she allows him is what has always attracted him to the young 'boy' he sees, and he spends much time with Bane, seeking a way to quiet the demon.
Because of his blind loyalty and casual trust he always gives to others, he has served the crown well; and just recently found out he was destined to marry the princess. Unfortunately, he has little affection for her; but his demon has pointedly explained that without his blood in the incestuous royal bloodline, they will merely sink further into illness and disease; and in a twisted way, Jared sees this act as a reward to the throne.
Likes: ...
Dislikes: ...

Art: [possibly coming]
Other: He is in an arranged marriage with the royal princess, who is only about 13 right now. He dislikes her and she him; but because his parents wish to use his friendship with her to twist to their own success he is forced into it anyway. As a child, his nursemaid [who was a hedge witch], delivered Jared as a stillborn. She traded with a devil to get his soul and life back; but now, unfortunately, he is plagued by that demon living in his head.



Kennel number: F31.
Real Name: Princess Neque [roughly this means "worth nothing" in Latin].
Known Name: Bane.
Breed: Red Calico Bear.
Ranking: Truly the heir [princess] apparent; believes she's merely a common peasant.
Gender: Female [but dresses/acts male].
Orientation: Straight [crush is Jared].
Age: In [quad] she's just a cub; in [anthro] she's around 11 years old.

Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: For some reason when I saw Bane I just knew that I had to try out for her. She is a beautiful little lady and her markings are just exquisite; I realize she is going to be hard to duplicate and while that usually distances me from a character, with her it just brings me closer. x3 When I got Syra's permission to give them anthro forms too, I just couldn't help myself, and could picture her immediately next to Jared, a crush she cannot get to. The birth of her character has inspired me to continue with this specific universe, the idea of a kingdom lacking its true princess and with bloodlines so diluted and incestuous that the current princess is stooped to marrying her royal playmate. I have a lot of characters to fill in but I know that if I get her she will be cherished with writing, art, and a separate page on my character site.

Personality: Although Bane is well-aware that she's female, she has spent her entire childhood masquerading as a male; and eventually the general mindset and attitude of the young boys she hung out with rubbed off on her.
She loves being dirty and will soil even the most graceful of outfits; and the pressure of wearing something tight and clingy when she is forced to work in the royal castle is something she detests. Ironically enough, she admires the riches and glory of the royal family and has always wished that one day she might become one; unknowing that she already is one.
Her closest friend is that of Jared she spends almost all of her time chasing after him; their relationship is hilariously amusing to outside people who know little of the inner workings, but unfortunately even Jared himself doesn't know she's a girl. He is the single one she wishes to tell, but she sees the royal advisor as her paternal figure and he has made her swear she will tell nobody of her gender. This alluring secret used to be the main focal point of her life, unraveling what it all meant; but lately, caught up in childhood and the castle work she has forgotten all about it.
Despite being raised outside of the castle, Bane's bloodline naturally has the elegant grace and allure of all of the kings and queens before her; so she moves with the majesty of a predator, with smooth motions and casual expressions. Her face can be read like an open book; she has no talent at hiding what she truly feels. Unfortunately, this has landed her in consistent trouble specifically with the kitchen staff, where she often sasses and backlashes with every bossing her around, as rather then being led, Bane loves to lead.
Likes: The royal family, although sometimes this can transform into envy. Working at the castle kitchen because she feels like she's doing something special. Her best friend Jared. Bright colors, fabric that's soft and gentle, friends with good attitudes, friends at all. She loves the royal advisor and sees him as a paternal figure. The idea that somewhere out there a family exists that loves her, because she thinks she's an orphan.
Dislikes: Feeling like she doesn't belong, or doesn't deserve things. Knowing that she cannot show who she truly is, specifically that she cannot tell Jared that she's a girl and likes him. Occasionally she dislikes the royal family. Although she enjoys working hard, she doesn't like working alone and would rather be in a group setting.

Art: [possibly coming soon] x3
Other: Eyes are a gentle, honeysuckle amber shade. x3 She has a single true-blood sister, who is the current princess [although younger then her], and neither of them know they are related. Her sister has already been promised to marry her royal playmate, Jared, who is Bane's closest friend; and who she secretly has a crush on.

Their Background:
[in the royal castle]
The bedroom was surprisingly dark for a moment after the birth of the new princess; it was barren of energy and livelihood, devoid of the laughter of the queen rejoicing in her new baby daughter. Instead, it was decorated only with the regal form of the queen who sat idly in her bed and glared at the two who still lingered in the room. Her expression betrayed that something was wrong, for there was no afterglow smile on her tender lips.
It seemed a conversation was brewing, one the queen had little patience to partake in, for while her nurse begged at her feet, she blatantly ignored her. You see, the queen did not want a little princess... she had wanted a son. The girl with the calico hair was merely another intruder on her mourning of her missing prince.
But the young nurse maid tried one more time, clutching her fingers into the bed sheets and peering up at her queen. “Please, my lady. Please. Don’t just throw her out.”
But the ruler turned her stiff chin away and set her mouth into a sharp frown; the shadows from the hanging lantern above cast a dark shadow across her beautiful face. “Get out. Everybody out.” Her advisor clung the baby closer to his chest and moved as though to set her down and the queen screeched, “And take that beast with you!”
The advisor started, swallowed, and gave her one last try. “My queen; at least give this child a name.” It was the least he could ask of her, and she turned her frigid eyes to him with a dignified snort.
“...fine." She murmured, and met the gentle amber eyes of her newborn daughter. "Call that mutt Neque.”
He had no chance to argue with the gruesome name and scurried out the door when she threatened him with a delicate porcelain vase; and once in the hall he found he had no idea what to do. He could not take the child himself, as he was sure the queen expected him to murder her; and so with a soft swallow and a furtive glance at the castle guards, he sprinted through the night with the heir apparent wrapped in his woolen cloak and went to the single house he knew would let her in.

[in the village below]
The labor was intense, exhaustive, and the nurse was at her wits end. She had not brought the proper medication, had not seen ahead enough to excuse her meager supplies of painkillers and bring some of those; and the woman wallowed in her bed clutching a dead baby to her chest and screaming profanities at the nurse maid who had tried to help her deliver a stillborn.
The nurse was young, too young for a duty of this magnitude, and she didn't know what to do; but she was also a hedge witch, and although she was blessed with very little power, there was enough.
It took a few hours until the mother finally fell into a restless sleep, plagued by dreams of her dead son and the fact that he would never see the light of day; and it was then that she snuck thieving fingers into her embrace and stole away the stillborn, taking him into the night.
It was a spell that had been performed a thousand times before, and as the nurse maid coaxed the lurking demon from his otherworldly realm and into the fragile shell of the baby, he began to cry. He wailed with his new life, misunderstanding the curse that had just been laid upon him, and clutched at the nurse's cloak when she carefully picked him up.
But it was only then she remembered she could not return to the house of the mother with her dead son, and so she stowed this nameless boy into her jacket and murmured to him, "Jared. Jared is what your mom wanted to call you." It was mainly to soothe both of them but he reacted to the name and fell asleep against her bosom, too young to care about the world; too young to sense that something was awry with the voice that whispered and stretched within his head.
And the hedge witch, too distracted by her night's journey to sense the evil that she had borne within him, took the boy to the one figure she knew would take him.

[on the mountain side]
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[HUGE WIP]

[Syra]

Or I can just say it here, I did give her the okay for the anthro versions (Just thinking this'll take less room than a picture)

[Ebonpyre]

I'd like some critique!
Username: Azora
Number of character you're applying for: P55
Link to form: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=58&t=341528&p=8155799&hilit=Bullet#p8155799
Would you like critique through PM, or another way?: PM.
critmehplz

[Tiikeria]

Alright, Tiki had a dumb moment and forgot to take down P8 during the kennel update, so, P8 has been taken down. So, sorry for the inconvenience, guys. My bad. >.<

[Queen Vivane]

What? Awwww man I spent ages redoing my form for nothing, gee thats infuriating >_<
Am I allowed to try for another creature before this code drop or do I have to wait till the next one?

[rahleigh]

I am looking to adopt...
Kennel number:P23
Name: Alka Sapheera
Breed: Dog/wolf
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: I want her because she is amazingly beautiful, and I will look after with my life! SHe also looks so calm, and like she has been throuhg alot, like me.
Personality: Quiet, smart, sleepy, happy and cheeky at times!
Likes: Ginger Bread, sleeping, snuggling in with her albino racoon Tassy, clouds, sunshine, warth and snow- somethimes and the colour silver, blue, winter.
Dislikes: Cold, summer, purple and shoes.
History/Background: Rasied by a family who wern't terribly nice to her, got lost on a cold, frosty day ( why she hates the cold) and never saw her family again. Only rememberence is the little girls teddy racoon.
I wrote a story:http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=57&t=352332

Art:
Other: I think this is a wonderful Idea! And her eyes. One eye is this: right side: and left side:

Great idea!

[rahleigh]

There really was no need for that. I just fixed it and wrote a new story for it to find it was adopted. Oh well, I may be really sad but she has gone to a good owner. Day Dreamer. I will just have to keep looking..

[pancreas]

I am looking to adopt...
Kennel number: F29
Name: Dew
Breed: Chincharu
Why do you want this animal and what will you do for it?: Because she stands out, and is really cute! <3 She will have a place in my siggie at different points in time, and also in my charrie thread with my other adopts, who I'm going to be writing stories about soon, which she will be included in.
Personality: Quiet and shy around people she doesn't know, but loves meeting new friends, so within a few minutes of meeting someone, she will already be treating them like she's known them her whole life.. She likes watching people make a fool of themselves and and prefers to be at the side of things, listening, but not participating, because she d=finds that this is a good way to discover what people like, hate etcetera. She is very childish and playful with friends though, and loves playing pranks on them, and she often recruits others, forming a 'gang' who terrorise the rest, with an assortment of tricks and jokes.
Likes: Pranks. She also likes getting presents, and she gets them often. She enjoys hiding behind objects and watching people, discovering new things about them. Films, James Bond is her favourite. She also like slightly salted popcorn, which she eats by throwing a handful in the air, and trying to catch them all at once. Last but not least, she loves sitting on Minnow's head, because she thinks Minnow's head is comfortable, and often sleeps on it. ( Minnow is my fursona, and is in my charrie thread. )
Dislikes: She doesn't like clouds, as they always seem to bring rain, which she doesn't like either. She dislikes people being boring. Arguments, as they involve shouting and bad feelings. She also has a fear of tall things, especially pink tall things, as they make her feel small. Show-offs make her annoyed, as she thinks that they are attention seeking.
History/Background: Dew was alone from birth. Her parents had left her on her own, without a word of apology. In the tundra. The sounds the animals in the undergrowth made as they, scuttled, trampled, hacked their way through scared Dew, and she curled up under the wide slab of stone, a home she shared with a couple of unsuspecting Lemming.

During her first year, Dew spent most of it underground, ambushing insects as they crawled to safety under the rock. The Lemmings had moved on, and now she had the place to herself. As time progressed, she got more and more adventurous, venturing out into the tundra, rummaging through the stunted tree trunks for her daily ration of beetles and grubs. When her hunger was satisfied, she lay, dozing, in the weak sunlight on top of the rock.

For a while she was happy with this lifestyle, but soon she began yearn for something she had never experienced. Friendship. She watched the hares leaping around together, and the Lemmings collecting and sharing nuts, and she began to want that too. To be able to laugh and joke with someone, to have someone to share her hopes and fears with.

But the animals she spoke to couldn't understand her and soon gave up trying to. Dew became lonelier and lonelier, and she became to wander further away from her first home, sleeping in any place that was available as she travelled. Everything became more scarce as winter tightened its grip on the tundra, as everything disappeared under the ground to hibernate. But in the distance, a small Chincharu continued walking through the sub-zero temperature, searching for a friend.

A few days later, the snow began to fall. It fell softly at first, the flakes melting before they reached the fading warmth of Dew's fur, but after a while they began to gather and cover her, turning her into a walking ball of snow. The little creature was too weak to shake the freezing powder from her body, and she began to slow. A fear gripping her heart, Dew stumbled to the ground, her eyes closing. Summoning her last remaining dregs of strength, she ducked her head into her chest fur and let her breathing slow, attempting to fall into a peaceful sleep.

Before she could, she heard noises above her, on the snow. They were faint at first, but grew in tempo until the scratching turned into a pounding. Squeaking in protest, Dew cringed backwards, her green eyes blinking rapidly in shock. All around her, snow began to move, disturbed by the clawing. In a few moments, Dew had been dug from her prison, and emerged, shaking her herself and squinting in the blinding reflection from the snow. Looking up at her rescuer, the little Chincharu felt her eyes moving upwards for an uncomfortably long time before she reached a face.

A bird was looking down at her, ruffling it's feathers and clicking it's beak. It dipped it's head slightly, looking closer, "Are you crazy? This is hardly a good place to hibernate," The bird stretched one wing, sweeping it across the area in front of Dew, causing her to fall back in shock, "I-I didn't mean to..." Feeling dwarfed by the giant bird, she looked away, over the white, flat land.
The bird made a disapproving noise, "I'm Harriet. Who are you, little one?"
"My name's Dew. I'm a Chincharu. And you're a... Bird?" Dew shrugged slightly, already feeling safer in the company of this bird, as although it was looming over her, at least she was sheltered from the still falling snow. Harriet widened her eyes, looking shocked, "I am not just an average bird, I, am a Montagu's Harrier, one of the finest birds of prey ever invented!" The Harrier nodded it's head, satisfied with it's wording. Dew nodded, her eyes glazed as she took a faltering step back, Bird of prey..? Why hasn't she eaten me yet?

Harriet spread her wing's, beginning to beat them softly, "Well, I trust you can find somewhere safe now?" She looked down at the small animal, lifting one taloned foot from the ground. Dew gasped, forgetting her fears of the Harrier. Launching herself through the air, she latched herself onto her leg, clutching on with all her might, "Please don't leave me here alone. You're the first thing to ever listen to me, and respond!" Squeaking, she tightened her grip on Harriet's lower leg, pulling herself upwards slowly.

Harriet sighed, lifting her leg up and inspecting Dew. Lowering her head, she picked her up gently by the scruff of the neck, lifting her into the air. Dew kept her gaze upwards as she flew through the air. Breathing deeply, she tucked her paws into her stomach. The Harrier set her down in a groove at the base of her neck. Sighing, she turned her head back, letting her wings lift her from the ground. "Where are we going?" Dew asked, burying herself into the soft, red brown feathers.
"Somewhere warmer..." Harriet didn't elaborate, skimming the frozen ground as she flew. She dipped one wing, curving upwards into the darkening sky.


"Oh, one more question, how did you know I was under that patch of snow?" Dew raised her head, curious to discover the answer. She flattened her ears as the biting wind surged around her head.
Harriet twisted her head back slightly, surveying her with one golden eye, "I've been watching you since you were born. Now sleep, you have a long journey ahead of you."

( Done. ^___^; )


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[Queen Vivane]

meh if i can apply again this round, i think ill apply for Spray