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[Nawee]

Well, he is a TWG's donation, and everyone wants to go for them each time.

I'm working on some revamps. If you guys have some suggestions on kennels I should do, tell me! (Now working on #1, been meaning to do it forever)

[crazy cranky critter]

Well, he is a TWG's donation, and everyone wants to go for them each time.

I'm working on some revamps. If you guys have some suggestions on kennels I should do, tell me! (Now working on #1, been meaning to do it forever)

I partially like the fact its a TWG design but I actually couldn't care who made it, its just a neat design XD

[SAPPHOLYTE]

I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to tell you guys I'm changing my name, since I adopted... or is that only if I donated? Eh either way I'm now Ursula's Siren. :3

[June Bug]

Can I take kennel #86 back?

I've noticed this is at least the second time in a two weeks I've seen you ask for a character back. =/ We'd really appreciate it if you only donated characters you know you won't be using/need a new home. It's not fair to us or potential adopters if you're going to make it a habit of doing this. Please think more carefully about it the next time you want to donate.

[Xanre]

I hope adoptions are open...
If not, then just ignore me. XDD

Pet's ID Tag: 74

Name You'd Choose for It: Shadow
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I've noticed that she's been here a while, and every time I browse through the kennels, she always gets harder to resist.
I love the subtle way the blue blends with the grey color of her pelt; it makes her seem very mysterious.
Factfile:
Still writing
History/Background/Other:
Still writing
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[MerryEaster]

Aww and I was going to apply for 86 to D:

[Kay the Cat-Fox]

Is the History/Background Pernament?

Again, is it?

[Sapphirescript]

No its not permanent you can change it whenever you want ^-^.

[crazy cranky critter]

I will PM Tripp in a moment RE;

pm me WHY you want him

Pet's ID Tag:
Kennel six - 6

Name You'd Choose for It:
Alaric

Gender:
Male

Age:
Dog years;
Mentally - 10
Physically - 21

Which is in
Human years;
Mentally - Just under 2
Physically - 3 years

Weight:
50kg

Height:
65cm

Breed:
Akita Inu;
aka
Great Japanese Dog
or
Japanese Akita

Kin:
Blood Relatives;
Yuki {snow} - father
{died of cancer}

Niomi - mother
{thought to still be alive}

Chloe - sister
{Caught and killed}

Cheva - sister
{Was run over by a car and killed}

Seth - brother
{location and status unknown}

Other relatives;

John - father, master and best friend
{Human, current owner}

Rick - Uncle
{'Uncle Rick' John's best friend}

Country of Birth:
Japan

Languages:
English
Japanese

Strengths:
Finding lost men
Getting what he wants

Weaknesses:
Keeping a staunch look
Staying focused

Likes:
Contact with kind humans
Playing fetch
Frosty mornings

Dislikes:
Devastated battle grounds
having nothing to do
cruel humans

Addictions:
Chocolate, even though it
isn't good for him.

Phobias:
Astraphobia
{fear of thunder and lightning}

Reason You Want It:
I would like Alaric because for one thing he is composed of a small but simple colour pallet containing only five colours that is still very effective. I would also like him because swirly patterns are very much my thing when I go to design or draw a character, my friends often tell me I should stop drawing things covered in swirls. Because of my love for swirls I'm drawn to his design, especially his magnificent face. And as a third reason why I want him it is because he actually has expression in his eyes which makes him seem to stand out more and will give me inspiration as I head on to writing his story; and if I win him any stories or rps he will be in from then on. Basically, anyone could have drawn this design and I would have loved it, having it as TWG art is just a bonus X'D

Personality:
Alaric has two main parts to his personality. One side of him will shower you in licks, demand treats and beg for you to play with him. However on the other hand he is extremely loyal to his master and will protect him with all the strength and savagery needed should his master be in harms way. He will easily loose his temper at who ever causes his master pain, or attempts to cause his master pain.

History:
I was born in the out skirts of Tokyo a year and a half before world war two concluded. It was a cold and bitter time, made even worse by the looming threat of dog catchers. And the fact my head had the highest price on it. Dog catchers were paid a small amount of Yen per dog pelt they supplied to be made into warm coats for soldiers. My owner had been stealing money from the government, which alone was enough cause for them to be after him, but he had used his money to genetically modify me. The head of dog catchers wanted me aswell. He wanted my skin though, because to have a live Akita Inu without proper Akita Inu colours was shameful. The first words my mother told me was those that I have just told you, all of Japan wanted me dead.

I don't remember much of my child hood, but I know I was a loud, clumsy pup. I remember one cold winter morning, my first close brush with death. I was pretending I was a tough fighting human called a 'soldier.' I charged around the house wearing my spiked leather collar. Suddenly there was a large smashing sound, I had nocked over my master's antique porcelain varce. I tried to nose all the pieces together so he would notice but it just looked like a heap of rubble. I got realeased into the yard to go trash something else. It wasn'r my fault I had nothing to do. I dug my way out into the street and went running off. I caught scent of a bakery and went running to steal its goods. The dog catcher would have no time to go there.

Oh how wrong I was, there were some shouts and before I knew what was happening I had ten dog catchers throwing down their pies and sprinting after me. I raced back towards my house, but much to my dismay took a wrong turn. I walked into the dead end, howling sadly. There had to be something I could do. I looked up at the sky and made a confused whining sound. All the dog catchers looked up to see what I was seeing. I took my chance and ran, sliding under there legs. I leapt into the air and flew away. I was overjoyed, until I realised I was not flying, I had been caught and was being swung onto a different mans sholder. Little did I know then but it was John, John Smith.

I struggled and bit the mans hands as he ran from the dog catchers. At first I thought he would take me to the place where they skinned the dogs, but he didn't. He threw me in his van and drove off, clicking his seat belt after we had driven a few blocks. The dog catchers lost sight of us and he slowed down. Much to my delight he drove me home. He took me right into my house, opened the door and walked in holding a strange black stick out infront of him. My owner walked into the hall then froze. "Wha-what do you want?" he asked shakley. "I've known you live here for a while now. Sell me this dog or I'll turn you in." the odd man said. He handed over some money and walked back out, still holding me. Humans are odd. I thought to myself.

As we drove off my sisters Chloe and Cheva broke out and chased after the van, howling for me. I watched in horror as they struggled to keep up. After an hour they were still following, barely in sight. Until Chloe finally collapsed. I wailed as I saw a car drive straight over her. Her final howl of agony made me cry out angrily. But Cheva was still coming. I barked and barked until I got hit across the head by the hard, black stick, which I now know was a gun. I pulled back up to the window feeling hazy. I could barely see, but what I saw was the dog catchers closing in on Cheva. And then we turned and left her behind. I fell asleep feeling very sad.

I woke up what seemed like a life time later, in a warm camp with a bowl of food next to me. I ate it down in a few seconds then shut my eyes and tried to get to sleep. I was up in seconds, company was what I needed. I raced around until I found John. "Hey Smith, looks like that guy has a thing for you." He patted my head then swung me up into his arms. He whispered something in my ear, but I couldn't understand English back then and didn't bother remembering what he said.

For the rest of the year I lived in the American camp, chewing up comic books, playing cames with depressed soldiers to cheer them up and generally trying to make fun. I had learnt to bark in different ways that sounded like the mens' names. Handy this was, I could run over to them and bark their name until their chocolate was mine. But life eventually got boring. Games became chores, excitement became a joke told one time too many. I would laze around acting depressed, get up when John came back, then return to my pain when I saw he brought nothing new.

He eventually took me out of camp in his van with his friend Rick so he could monitor by behaviour for longer. We arrived at our destination, were ever it was. I followed John as he got out, locked the truck then walked over to a building. It was a bar and American soldier socialising place by the looks. He found a seat and sat down, I sat next to him and Rick sat on the other side of me. I spotted two shifty looking me sitting in the corner. Their hands seemed to be awfully close to their jackets, as if they were expecting to need to pull out hidden guns suddenly. As the night went by everyones sanity deteriorated, other then John and the shifty men, seemed to fall appart. I had been watching them now, for two hours or more. One of them suddenly whispered in Japanese "The time is right, I've hear John and some other pretty important American's are here. Lets kill them and make a run for it." All I understood were the words 'John' and 'Kill' which were certainly two words which I would not allow to go together. The shifty men pulled their guns out in a fluid motion. It seemed like slow motion to me, as I jumped over the back of the couch and onto John's shoulders, pushing him down so as he didn't get hit by the rain of bullets which zoomed past my disappearing tail. John ripped out his gun and put the barrel over the couch sending a ray of bullets towards the offenders. The whole building worth of people started screaming. Everyone ran except the shifty men, John and Rick. "RICK! Get your gun out you fool!" John commanded. Rick, who could barely stand by this point pulled out his gun and stood up. "Noo!" John yelled as he saw a bullet flying at what seemed to be the speed of light towards his friend. I dove across in a desperate attempt to nock Rick over aswell but it was too late. My master screamed in agony as if it was him who had been shot in the chest. That was the final straw. I leapt across the floor, ran behind the counter and stealthily crept behind it until I reached the corner. In a single leap I got onto the counter, then in another leap, this one powered with rage, I leapt onto the back of one of the shifty men, pinning him to the ground. "You hurt my master." I snarled, attacking him with all my limbs and my jaws. John pointed his gun at the other man. "Surrendor." The man looked angry to hear that master thought he would surrendor. He made a dash for it, leaving his friends with me. I hopped over to John and together we exited, taking Rick with us for a burial he deserved.

When we arrived at camp a silence seemed to leek through the ranks. The funeral they held made everyones spirits drop down as low as the depths of hell. We all, myself included, stood in the rain, our heads bowed in silence to a great man. There was a loud bang and a flash of light. I managed to keep my cool until our time of silence was up, and then I fled.

The next interesting thing I remember after that was basking a pool of sun light. I was tired and worn out, my happiness stripped from me. John came in and greeted me. He was happy, life had returned to his wishing to be dead face. I wondered what had happened to him. Maybe the lucky fellow had stolen something from another soldier. But he put his hand on my shoulder, looked deep in my eyes and wiped a single tear from his over whelmed eyes. "Buddy, the war is over!" I didn't know what he meant but he was so happy I just had to leap forwards and lick his worn face.

It took months for our retreat to America to be organised. It seemed like another two of my life so far, but one day, one day we got taken back. And sweet mother, I thought my puppy hood had been good, but I had never experience this 'peace' thing. After being introduced to the family John and I went outside and sat on the grass by the creek. He looked at me and pulled of my collar. “Y’ know boy, I’ve not ever called you any true name.” He held the tag of my collar in his fingers and turned it over slowly. “Allan?” he suddenly said as if it was a joke. “Boy, I love you and I’m going to go ahead ‘n’ name you Alaric, after my best friend.” He wrapped his arms around me and we sat in tears, we were glad we survived and we wanted nothing more than to share our joy with each other.
John got me a new collar with my new name. I wore it proudly, to show my faith to my master.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

[Sapphirescript]

May I just add that is one of the first forms I bothered to read and it is awesome xD. I loved it x3!
Good luck to everybody trying for him! The competition is scary ;..;.