[sifenke]

•A Chima Lou is a wolf like creature with a lion tail. The average Chima reaches heights about as high as an average human hip, but can be slightly bigger o[/code]r smaller. These creatures are found mostly in the forest and are rarely found in cities or towns. An average diet for a Chima is fruit, leaves, and many other plants. All Chimas wear a pendant and have horns, mist near their feet, and a few feathers. Rarely will a Chima not have such items. Chima Lous love being treated with kindness and being rubbed on the belly. Every Chima is unique (Siblings may share some physical traits), so please treat it as such!

An extra fluff Chima up for adoption to adopt this fella fill the form bellow, extras are unlimited and optional but they are surely going to boost your chances

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Ends on January 23

[Captain Chomp]

"Our Past Is Not Carved Out For Us. We Choose The Path We Want To Follow.

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Champion.
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Ash
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Male
Favorite Object;;
His favorite object is an old, bone, carved with an intricate design that he did himself. The bone itself, even without the carving that covers it, the bone is his favorite object. Though it's his favorite it's not his most important item. As a young boy, Ash wandered away from his mother's warm belly, off for an adventure. Stark white, long abandoned by who ever it belonged to was a bone. Being odd like he is, Ash took it. It took him over a year to carve the interesting design of leaves and an acorn onto the bone, but now he can form shapes with the bone/wood and not just engravings.
Hobby;;
Carving/chewing designs into smooth sticks or bones he's scavenged up
Things they like to do;;
Carve, skip stones, chase falling leaves and more.

Ash loves his hobbies and everything he does, he takes pride in. From the simplest two skip rock on glass like water to the hardest carving ever done on a tiny, delicate bird bone. This Chima is beyond hard working and never puts off work the is needed to be done. Ash has started up a small business in return for supplies or some food. He will take requests from anyone that offers that wishes to receive one of his carvings of wood or bone. Despite his prices being a bit high, Ash does offer discounts for good reasons. He's a softie if someone brings him bones of a loved one knowing the full pain there is with the loss. Most memorable commission he's taken on? Ash remembers quite well which one stuck with him the most and everything. It was late summer, just turning into fall...Crisp air and changing leaves. It was a normal canine, coonhound mix, and still growing. She was skinny, covered in dirt, and looking hideously tired, and Ash wasn't one to be mean to others based on looks. Behind her, dragged a relatively small bone along. Pushing through the vines that covered his cave, one trailing over his back, he smiled; Ash stood at least a foot taller than the coonhound mix. His jaws part and a kind and soft voice falls out, "Hello I'm Ash, bone and wood carver and how may I assist you this lovely day?"

The voice that returns to Ash is harsh and hoarse. Not at all what he'd expected. " I...Well I need a bone carved. Please! I don't have much I can give you in return, but this bone...It belongs to my only pup," she croaked out and the words carried to Ash with a force that almost knocked him back.

Lifting a paw and stepping forward, his amulet bouncing against his fluffy chest and nuzzled the coonhound gently. "What happened dear?" He spoke gently and continued on with a follow up question. "First I would like to know your names."

"O-of course. My n-n-name is Cassidy and my pup's name was Rosalyn...The story of what happened isn't anything big...Not in most others eyes, but to me it was tragic. My daughter was only four months old and I was too tired to stay up, taking care of both her and myself was hard after being kicked out from my human's home. I needed a nap and I told her to stay close. She had always been a good girl, listened to my instructions. When I woke, the sun was sinking below the horizon for the end of the day, so her friend could come out and shine and my baby girl was nowhere to be found. Panicked I searched and searched, long into the night and until the sun began to rise again I could not find her. Now sometimes I think it might've been better if I never found her at all. After all I could barely tell that it was her. A wild dog, a pure stray, not like her and I, had gotten to her first and I had no hopes of saving her..." she whined, her body trembling as she stood.

Ash dipped his head and let her lean into him, to support herself. "I will carve your daughter's bone for you and the fee for it will simply be a small bunch of strawberries please," Ash requested carefully taking the bone from Cassidy to examine it; it was nothing to difficult, a hind leg bone, perfectly intact and not even close to the smallest thing he'd ever carved.

"A small bunch of strawberries?" Cassidy repeated and tilted her head before nodding. "Oh of course I can get you some of those!" she spoke, leaning into his haunches so she was sitting.

He had the coonhound mix, Cassidy stay with him until he had finished the carving, checking to see if see liked it, wanted something added, changed, anything. That was not his soul reason for keeping Cassidy around, he wanted to make sure she had a safe place to be, was getting food, water, and rest, and as well as he had begun to grow feelings towards her. He viewed her as a sister with how much she seemed interested in what he did.

Two weeks had passed before Ash had finished the bone. He carefully took it from a self in his den and laid it on a fine layer of moss, placing a crown of flowers around it. The small bone was beautifully carved with detailed rose flowers. He stood with pride, his extra fluff, fluffing up as he looked at it. No matter what though his happiness meant nothing if Cassidy didn't like it. Carefully, with the touch that could hold the most delicate flower in the world, he carried it out to Cassidy. Before her, Ash laid it down and stepped back. "Cassidy it has been completed," he said is a shy, childish voice.

He watched as the coonhound mix's tail hit the ground with a thump every few seconds. "Ash...Ash it's amazing! Thank you so much!" He cried out with happiness and nuzzled the Chima Lou before looking over the carved bone. "So beautiful." She whispered.

He watched as she said her goodbyes and went off on her own way with the bone, promising to visit soon.
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The Story of Ash's Most Important Item

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[Ｍｉｓｓｉｎｇ✖]

Username;The Missing Kurloz
Name;Ray
Gender;male
Favorite Object; radioactive substance in gems
Hobbie; painting
Things they like to do; sometimes on walks he helps those in need and leading the way in night. And like to moon dance to the stares that go shooting across the sky at night. exploring caves, planting exotic plants in his garden. Making fake gems to leave around the forest floor and sometimes in the river banks. Watching things growing. Loves to paint at the top of huge tress for the overview.

[irina]

This is now Chima Lou #71 ^^

[ruberiot]

Username; icybluegal
Name; Venom
Gender; Male
Favorite Object; Venom's favorite object by far is his beloved amulet. The reason behind its preciousness, you ask? Venom received his treasured stone from his dying mother, whose mother had gotten it from her mother and so on. He treats it like royalty, and rarely takes it off; when he does remove it, he is careful to hide it so that no one may ever find it but himself.
Hobbie; Venom enjoys studying snakes; he keeps several at a time in spacious enclosures so that he may observe them at close quarters. He loves to watch their behavior and often records it. He has a whole room dedicated to his snakes and observations he receives from them.
Things they like to do; Venom loves to study his snakes, as is previously mentioned. He also loves to study things about nature, be it how kangaroo rats survive or how often a solar eclipse occurs in certain parts of the world. Venom can sometimes be found staring up at the star-filled sky once night falls, getting lost in the constellations and imagining what outer space is like. He sometimes will find a picture of a real galaxy and stare at it for hours on end, lost in its beauty.
How he received his amulet: His mother is sick, filled with the virus they call the Deathbringer. It is incurable, and once you have contracted this disease you only have mere weeks to live. Everyone but Venom and his mother dead, taken by the virus.
"Venom, please come closer." It's his mom, her voice weak, feeble, scarcely more than a whisper. Venom inches forward, a single glittering tear picking its way along his cheek. "O-open your paw," she says, her sickly gaze sliding over him as though he's no more than a single raindrop in every hundred. Venom extends his paw, which is trembling, and slowly opens it. His mother's shaking paw snakes out, clutching the green gemstone. She drops it into his paw, jerking it back as though she's been burned. She looks up at him, her eyes glazed. "I love you." Then her shaking body relaxes, her eyes close, and her sides no longer move with ragged breaths. She is gone, taken by the disease that has already killed so many. Venom is now sobbing, tears pouring from his eyes.
"Mom..." He cries for hours, unable to stop the sorrow that is threatening to consume him. Finally, he heaves himself to his feet, still sniffling softly. He looks down at the pale amulet in his paw, and knows what he will do. "I will wear this, mom. In memory of you." He clutches the stone protectively. "And I will never let it go, except in my last moments of life."

[crashkeys]

Username; .Sonia Nevermind.
Name; Araminta
Gender; Female
Favorite Object; Her favorite object is an old pair of cat-eye glasses, and its faded magenta hue that was a gift from her dear friend who recently passed away.
Hobbie; She loves acting
Things they like to do;She likes to sew, and collect older items from antique stores she goes to when she travels

[Travis]

what a pretty little babe <3 watching!

[roots for champion]

[serl]

Username;
vibrant.
Name;
Pluff
Gender;
Male
Favorite Object;
Cotton Balls
Hobbie;
Making figures from cotton
Things they like to do;
Combing his fur

[abandoned-account123]

what a pretty little babe <3 watching!

[roots for champion]

I second that. *grabs popcorn*

[sifenke]

"Our Past Is Not Carved Out For Us. We Choose The Path We Want To Follow.

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Username;;
Champion.
Name;;
Ash
Gender;;
Male
Favorite Object;;
His favorite object is an old, bone, carved with an intricate design that he did himself. The bone itself, even without the carving that covers it, the bone is his favorite object. Though it's his favorite it's not his most important item. As a young boy, Ash wandered away from his mother's warm belly, off for an adventure. Stark white, long abandoned by who ever it belonged to was a bone. Being odd like he is, Ash took it. It took him over a year to carve the interesting design of leaves and an acorn onto the bone, but now he can form shapes with the bone/wood and not just engravings.
Hobby;;
Carving/chewing designs into smooth sticks or bones he's scavenged up
Things they like to do;;
Carve, skip stones, chase falling leaves and more.

Ash loves his hobbies and everything he does, he takes pride in. From the simplest two skip rock on glass like water to the hardest carving ever done on a tiny, delicate bird bone. This Chima is beyond hard working and never puts off work the is needed to be done. Ash has started up a small business in return for supplies or some food. He will take requests from anyone that offers that wishes to receive one of his carvings of wood or bone. Despite his prices being a bit high, Ash does offer discounts for good reasons. He's a softie if someone brings him bones of a loved one knowing the full pain there is with the loss. Most memorable commission he's taken on? Ash remembers quite well which one stuck with him the most and everything. It was late summer, just turning into fall...Crisp air and changing leaves. It was a normal canine, coonhound mix, and still growing. She was skinny, covered in dirt, and looking hideously tired, and Ash wasn't one to be mean to others based on looks. Behind her, dragged a relatively small bone along. Pushing through the vines that covered his cave, one trailing over his back, he smiled; Ash stood at least a foot taller than the coonhound mix. His jaws part and a kind and soft voice falls out, "Hello I'm Ash, bone and wood carver and how may I assist you this lovely day?"

The voice that returns to Ash is harsh and hoarse. Not at all what he'd expected. " I...Well I need a bone carved. Please! I don't have much I can give you in return, but this bone...It belongs to my only pup," she croaked out and the words carried to Ash with a force that almost knocked him back.

Lifting a paw and stepping forward, his amulet bouncing against his fluffy chest and nuzzled the coonhound gently. "What happened dear?" He spoke gently and continued on with a follow up question. "First I would like to know your names."

"O-of course. My n-n-name is Cassidy and my pup's name was Rosalyn...The story of what happened isn't anything big...Not in most others eyes, but to me it was tragic. My daughter was only four months old and I was too tired to stay up, taking care of both her and myself was hard after being kicked out from my human's home. I needed a nap and I told her to stay close. She had always been a good girl, listened to my instructions. When I woke, the sun was sinking below the horizon for the end of the day, so her friend could come out and shine and my baby girl was nowhere to be found. Panicked I searched and searched, long into the night and until the sun began to rise again I could not find her. Now sometimes I think it might've been better if I never found her at all. After all I could barely tell that it was her. A wild dog, a pure stray, not like her and I, had gotten to her first and I had no hopes of saving her..." she whined, her body trembling as she stood.

Ash dipped his head and let her lean into him, to support herself. "I will carve your daughter's bone for you and the fee for it will simply be a small bunch of strawberries please," Ash requested carefully taking the bone from Cassidy to examine it; it was nothing to difficult, a hind leg bone, perfectly intact and not even close to the smallest thing he'd ever carved.

"A small bunch of strawberries?" Cassidy repeated and tilted her head before nodding. "Oh of course I can get you some of those!" she spoke, leaning into his haunches so she was sitting.

He had the coonhound mix, Cassidy stay with him until he had finished the carving, checking to see if see liked it, wanted something added, changed, anything. That was not his soul reason for keeping Cassidy around, he wanted to make sure she had a safe place to be, was getting food, water, and rest, and as well as he had begun to grow feelings towards her. He viewed her as a sister with how much she seemed interested in what he did.

Two weeks had passed before Ash had finished the bone. He carefully took it from a self in his den and laid it on a fine layer of moss, placing a crown of flowers around it. The small bone was beautifully carved with detailed rose flowers. He stood with pride, his extra fluff, fluffing up as he looked at it. No matter what though his happiness meant nothing if Cassidy didn't like it. Carefully, with the touch that could hold the most delicate flower in the world, he carried it out to Cassidy. Before her, Ash laid it down and stepped back. "Cassidy it has been completed," he said is a shy, childish voice.

He watched as the coonhound mix's tail hit the ground with a thump every few seconds. "Ash...Ash it's amazing! Thank you so much!" He cried out with happiness and nuzzled the Chima Lou before looking over the carved bone. "So beautiful." She whispered.

He watched as she said her goodbyes and went off on her own way with the bone, promising to visit soon.
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The Story of Ash's Most Important Item

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