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[iPawki]

Um... I don't mean to be rude, but I'm going for #93- could I possibly stick with the original image when adopting? I had already mapped out something for a chibi character, and the revamp is more realistic.

[Ekio]

I don't think it matters which image you use when adopting. Rather that both would be pieces of art you own of the char if you win it. You could use which ever to be your ref of it at that point. So if you like the chibi better then stick with it.

But as for actually adopting it, I doubt it matters which image is up front when your posting your form.

By the way, it's adorable in the new lines as well! ^_^

[iPawki]

Oh, okay. xD I really like the revamp anyway. <3

[Winterfaux]

Pet's ID Tag: 109
Name You'd Choose for It: Bliss
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: She has an absoloutely gourgeous design and I've always had a soft spot for blind characters x3 I am working at getting another character that I'd like to put in a comic/story but if I get her I think she would fit very nicely in the comic/story as well;(I haven't decided if I just want to write it and illustrate certian parts or have the whole thing illustrated yet)They would be the two main characters.
History/Background/Other:
Despite my wild ancestry I grew up in a large city, in a small place. My name is Bliss and this is my story;
I was born in a puppy mill, my mother was a wolf dog and my father was some other mixed breed that passed off as a black and white basenji. I gained my father's color pattern and my mother's body shape, although I remained relatively small, only about three feet high. My fur color was mainly white, with black tips on my ears and it looked as though all four of my legs had been dipped in black ink as well as my tail. Life at the puppy mill wasn't that bad, as long as I had my mother and my siblings, my dad was in a seperate kennel you see.
This puppy mill, however, was different than most because it didn't sell to pet shops, it sold to agency's that secretly experimented on dogs and I was one of the ten puppies that was sent off to one of these agency's. At first I was absoloutely terrified; in my little group there was mainly other mutt breeds, all mixes of sturdy dogs that had a better possibility of surviving experiments, all but one at least. There was another little white dog that looked very similar to a corgi, he was much younger than the rest of us and none of us expected him to survive; we called him Toby.
However I made friends with the runt of our small pack and we became the 'weakest link' as the other puppies put it. We were unable to stand up for ourselves because of our small stature.
We soon arrived at the agency and after a quick recooperation from our transfer we were immidiately poked and probed and all around inspected. I got relatively good marks due to my mother's caretaking of me and my wolf heritage.
Toby and I were placed in the cosmetic section of the testing areas. In other words we were to be used for testing out cosmetic products that would later be used on humans. The first test was of makeup, we were forced to eat small amounts of lipstick and chapstick and we were monitered for a small period of time after to see if it made us deathly sick. Luckily those products were safe and they were passed and sent of for human consumtion, to this day however I have never met a human who eats lipstick.
Anyway, the next test they were more careful about, it was of a hair regrowth syrum that was suspected to carry a small amount of the disease Malaria. I never liked it when they chose Toby for the experiments but he was usually the one to go first, this time I wasn't going to allow that and that desicion made me who I am today. The 'scientists' came in to take Toby out of our cage but this man was particularly old and couldn't see that well, I knew this and used it to my atvantage.
At the last second I pushed Toby out of the way and was taken instead. The test was conducted and luckily it was in fact safe, unfortunately it worked and I slowly began to grown extra hair between my ears. Due to the fact that I was an animal and not a human the hair grew much slower than it would have on a human so I have never had to cut it, only groom. This caused a slight problem but it was also my escape, one of the younger and newer scientist always scoured the new dog cages for animals that had been tested on and as a result came out looking abnormal. One time he took home a dog with a blue muzzle due to a side effect of some bllueberry flavored chapstick. As soon as he saw me and my extra hair he snatched me up and I was out of there forever. This was only the beginning of my problems. I grew up rather people aggresive, whether it was because of my wolf blood or the treatment the humans had given me I don't know but I had never liked humans. This resulted badly when his eldest daughter tried to pet me and I growled at her. Luckily I was only kicked out onto the streets and not destroyed. Roughly a month after I was first put out on the streets and I was already near death. Turns out one of the side effects of the hair syrum I was injected with was blindness. I couldn't hunt, couldn't scavenge and my hair that was now just long enough to flop around caused people to shy away from me. I was alone.
Until another human came and rescued me. I will never forget her and I will always love her for taking me in, even if her brothers were quite strange I owed her my life and still do. But she is gone now, that doesn't mean that I can't tell you what she did for me however.
She was the daughter of a flourist that had immigrated to the U.S. from France and her whole family spoke very little English, her brothers were better than her and she was better than her mother. Her name was Marie.
I would have made a huge mistake and rejected this human as well if it weren't for the fact that I was half dead and unconsious when she found me. When I awoke in the back room of the flower shop, which was also where the small family of four lived, I was so surrounded by warmth and beautiful smells that I didn't bother to attempt to muster the strength to be afraid, I fit in almost immidiately. Soon after I awoke Marie found me, still weak and curled up in the makeshift bed of blankets and old pillows they had created. My bed was nicer then theirs by far. Her lack of knowledge of the English language gave her very few choices as far as names for me. However when people asked her to describe the strange new dog that lived in the back room of the flower shop she answered with the word Bliss. I was her Bliss and she was my healer as well as my new and dearest friend. I owed her my life. After a few scares because they did not realize I was blind we all settled in and I became comfortable in my new family.
I became the mascot of the flower shop.
Due to my new title as mascot, Marie took it upon herself to make me a sort of costume. To curb the strangeness of my hair, Marie made me a little headband that fit perfectly and blended into my strange black hair, it had grown out and curved neatly around my face. The little headband adorned a white rose that was made of material out of one of her favorite skirts, she made it so the flower would never die. Marie's spirit lives on in that flower...
Ehem, anyway, the marks on my face and back are reminants of her older brother, he was a great artist and strived to become a tattoo artist, I was his first customer. The ink bled into my fur and as my fur grew back from the incisions of the needle, so did the markings he created.
Her brother, who's name I never knew, soon became a very talented tattoo artist and he had many customers that came into the flower shop to show off their beautiful markings. However one day the brother made a mistake on one of his clients, he apologized greatly and refunded the whole ordeal as well as payed for the removal of the tattoo. But this particular client happend to be second in command in a local gang that was the main cause of crimerates in their area.
He took the mess up personally and less than two months later my family was killed.
I escaped just because I had accidentaly gotten out in the street and got lost in the winding roads and alleys. By the time I made it home the police had arrived and I could smell the stench of death even over the scent of the flowers. Before the police could catch me I ran, I ran as fast as I could through the streets until once again I collapsed and was found for the last time. By Rue...
(That is, if I get Rue which I am strongly hoping I do)
Other;Art!

http://i53.tinypic.com/2yv5rf4.jpg

I attempted to add a human design for this character. Please excuse my terrible peole drawing skills ^^;
Human name: Brynn
Gender: Female
Age: (In dog) 3 (In human) Roughly 21
Height: 5'4''
WIP
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Permission!

[Lirrie]

You need to screenshot your permission ^.^ they dont take quotes, that or get them to post here.

[Winterfaux]

Oh? Alright I guess I missed that ^^ Well I can't do that on this computer. Thank you for telling me I will do that tomorrow =3

[Chara Dreemurr]

I had to choose between her or 8, but I chose her, because then I'll be reading the info about 8. :3

Pet's ID Tag: 11
Name You'd Choose for It:
Gender: female
Reason You Want It: I've had my eye on her for awhile, and so now I've finally decided to try out! I don't know why- the sparkles, and the spots somehow go together. :3
History/Background/Other:
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
And I'd like to know her original name.

[uqtubee]

Pet's ID Tag:
105
Name You'd Choose for It:
Saryu
Gender:
Female
Reason You Want It:
She is beautiful. The colors and the wreaths combine perfectly, I love it! If my form is accepted and I get to adopt her, I would love to role-play her often. I will do art of her or color line arts of her as much as possible, even though sometimes during school weeks I cannot, I will do my best to do so over the weekends or breaks. I do, however, go on vacation once a year for a week, and during that time I would not be able to draw art of her. I believe this character would be very special to me, as all my characters are. I would take good care of her in my best efforts. She is a very lovely-looking character, and the glow on her adds to my want to get her.

As for another topic of wanting her, the personality would be lovely to shape out. She seems like she could make a very lively character that might brighten me up on the days that I am down, or sad over something. To the enhancement, I will keep all parts of the design, even the old name written in blue on her back possibly, because that won't be too much a bother for me.

It would be an honor to receive such a character, and I barely caught any sleep last night thinking up what I would write for her as her history, background, and personality. I am going to be putting all efforts I have left in this form, and hopefully it may be enough for me to win her.
History/Background/Other:
History:
Each leaf in my wreaths holds a story of my past. Some are filled with a story in each milestone I've passed, and some have yet to be written. Let it be known I know my past has not been as bad as others, I realize others have had it worse. I resent to be a pet of humans, I have revolted for freedom on my own instead, but my story is here...
Rather than Spring, I was a December birthday. It was only seven days into winter, but there was deep snow covering the ground, and a blizzard was beginning the rage. My mother abandoned me for my diverse appearance, for I had glowing blue patterns upon my snowy-white fur. I was not abandoned right after I was born, for my eyes and ears were open to the world and my markings had just recently developed to full sheen. I had found two wreaths of leaves that I wore on my head and tail for a strange fondness my litter-mates found absolutely disgusting.
I was not allowed to play games with my brother and sister, due to my drastically diverse personality to them. I did not like play-fighting, and I enjoyed watching nature do its rounds about my environment. I was extremely friendly to strangers, greeting them with a playful, squeaky voice, whereas my brother and sister pressed against mother. My mother, too, was in utter disgust toward me, hence why I was abandoned, in general.
When I was abandoned, I stared up at my mother questioningly as she dropped me in the snow, her gaze dark. She had not brought her other kits with her, for my litter-mates had died shortly beforehand due to the cold, coughing and wheezing themselves to death, which mother still grieved over. The blizzard was closing in, and now she not only wanted to do so for such a disgrace to her, but had to, for such reasons I did not understand at the time.
I had called for her as she turned and began to lope away. I had struggled after her through the snow at the fastest pace I could push myself to. It was no use, though, and eventually she was gone in the thick snowy fog. I trudged after her paw-steps, growing tired. How would I fend for myself on my own? There were such predators out here, hungry for such a satisfying meal of a kitten in the dead of winter. I had nothing left but to hope for a miracle, curling up in one of mother's large paw-steps that had penetrated through the snow.
The months quickly changed, and before I realized it, it became March and it turned into Spring-time. By now, I had grown quite a bit, and I was a lean cat for my stature. I struggled to grasp capabilities on what to eat, and though now I needed meat, I did not know how to get it. I did not want to kill a living thing for a meal, not even a berry, but during the last of December when I had still depended off of a cat's milk, I learned to live off of water and berries or roots. Now, I needed something more satisfying to my hunger, and meat was my only option.
Eventually, like all feral cats have, I grasped a technique to hunt. I caught mostly small birds or rodents, like rabbits or starlings. I thrived on life for a while, but it was short-lived. That's when man came.
I was caught by a pound agency for animals such as feral cats and dogs. There was millions of cages on end, each with a miserable-looking animal. As soon as they pushed me into the cage and slammed the door shut with a chink of the lock, I grew nervous, all eyes were staring at me, either compassionate or curious. I could have guessed it was my wreaths, and my glowing blue patterns and eyes.
I didn't say a word at that time, I was too nervous. Despite the stares or glares I was given for my appearance, I waited my stay in the pound patiently, though I was not happy. I was miserable, like all the rest. The cage walls were cold, and the metal bowls even more so. My eyes became crusted with gunk, and my mouth was desperately dry, and I began resorting to licking my own sweat. They never gave us enough food or water, and I was growing thin.
I was adopted at least five days after my arrival by an odd woman. She had black hair, and she looked kind in the face, but I wasn't sure if it was in her heart. She paid for me and took me to her home. She talked softly of words I did not understand, and I put no effort into trying to do so. I was too tired, thirsty, and hungry. My stomach rumbled softly, but as soon as we got to this new home I curled up on the floor to sleep.
The days that followed, however many, I spent eating the horrible, dry food pellets and drinking the tap water put in my bowls. I despised to soft bed she gave me and instead slept upon the floor. It was boring here, there was never anything to do. I would mope around by the door, or sit and stare out the window, longing to be outside again. That's where I belonged, not here. I sometimes pressed my face against the glass of the window, suppressing a heavy sigh. I was becoming more and more distressed by such an environment I was in, there was no other lively nature, no outdoor smells or cool breezes. There was nothing here for me. Just...nothing.
The woman who owned the house must have noticed, because one Spring night I was staring out the window as the Sun began to set, and darkness began shielding the land. I watched dully as she walked to the door and opened it. "Kitty, here kitty," she said, and I jumped off the sill. There was no will left in me from the distressing days here, so I gave in. She stroked my back, and then picked me up, placing me outside. "Have some fresh air," she said, then shut the door. I was surprised out of my skin. A cool breeze brushed my spine and my blue eyes scanned the area. No confinements. Freedom.
I took the advantage and left, but I was not grateful for these humans. They took me away from what I had then called my home: the outdoors. Free again, I had to find a place to reside.
Since then I have resided in a cave behind a waterfall, watching nature during the day. During the night, I tend to bask outside under the moon, allowing my blue markings and eyes to glow through the night. I am once again the lean form I used to be, but I gained a bit more than I did then, and more muscle formed.
Now I'm staring into the pool below the waterfall, gazing at my reflection, when I realized something. I was not who I was then. I had changed so vastly from one that was skittish to take from nature, but now I am one who takes without fear and gives back to the world in open paws and warmth in my eyes. I am still diversely different from the others I meet at times, but I no longer mind. I have figured out one thing in my life, and that is we all change to make ourselves best adaptable toward nature. If we are kind to it, we are rewarded in time.
Personality:
Saryu is a love-able and affectionate cat if you get to know her. She is extremely outgoing to strangers, but she usually keeps her past to herself. She is kind to all she meets if they are not a threat to her, and she would do anything to protect the ones she loves. She is particularly a night owl, sleeping during the time dawn begins to come until light filters into the cave, brightening it up. She loves nature, and tends to it with care, taking only what she needs and giving back with her kind deeds.
A typical perfectionist, though not in all cases does she want it to be perfect. She will not try to change a being for who they are, because by perfectionist I mean she likes to make sure she is clean sometimes. In some cases, she does not care if she is clean or not if there is an urgent matter when she must help her friends or she is trying to escape something or someone.
She is one who looks to the light of the future rather than the dark of the past, and this stands to be her reason why she does not always talk about her past. She does not mind she is different than others, with both personality and appearance, because in her opinion it does not matter that she is different, but how she is alike to others.
Likes:
Night:
When the moon shines, her blue markings and her eyes glow, and she likes to bask beneath it because the breeze is cool during that time period usually.
Nature:
Nature is kind to Saryu, in her opinion, and she does her best to be kind to it for the life it offers to her so she may thrive.
Her Wreaths:
As explained in the beginning of her history, they each hold a story of her past and some have yet to be written. She cherishes them with all her heart. It is one of her symbols of gratitude to nature, too.
Thunderstorms:
They give her a sense of safety, and she enjoy the feel of the rain on her pelt. Often in a thunderstorm, she will stand there until drenched thoroughly by the rain, but she is also careful of lightning, so she only ventures into thunderstorms when lightning does not strike.
Snow:
Despite her past, snow is one of her favorite things. She is able to blend in with it often during the day-time and night-time even because her blue markings are so light, even though it makes her like a lighthouse at night. She is now able to tread through it with ease, and her fur is fit to take the cold.
Her Markings:
At night-time, these light up so bright that miles away she still seems like a beacon of a light-house. She loves them because it makes her unique. She likes to keep them especially clean so they can be bright. At times when she cannot clean them, they can be dimmed until you can barely see them, but never fully. Usually, her eyes can still be seen to glow anyway, unless she is buried in something like, say, dirt.
Winter:
Saryu adores winter to such an extent because not only does it usually begin in her birth month, but it brings snow and cool breezes. If it is extremely cold, her fur will keep her warm, and she is still able to enjoy it.
Cool Breezes:
In the hot Summer, it is enjoyable to take a dip in the pool of water beneath the waterfall, but it cools her off more with a cool breeze if it happens to swirl by for a visit.
Traveling:
Unlike the end of the history, she tends to travel often to different places. Wherever she wanders, she tries to find a waterfall with a cave behind it, in which is a fond specific location of hers, to rest for the night.
Dislikes:
Lightning:
Though she may love the light it creates through thunderstorms, Saryu likes to play in thunderstorms. So it is unwelcoming when lightning is making its rounds through it, and she has not tendency in her to get struck by it.
Mud:
Two close relatives, one just the alternative of dirt that is wet, Saryu has tripped and fell into mud puddles on various occasions. The taste of mud if it happens to get into her mouth, is horribly disgusting to her. She tries to stay away from mud, but sometimes it is utterly impossible.
Heat:
Since her fur is fit to endure winter more than it is to endure heat and the Summer, it is pure torture to be so warm. She tends to stay by water during that time to swim in it when it becomes unbearably warm.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Truthfully, yes, I do.

Other than that, thank you for allowing me to apply.

[Tripp]

Creature's Name:noname
Image:
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Preferences:1. do not change/alter/ the markings/design unless you run it by me first AND get my ok
2. do not trade/sell/giveaway this character to ANYONE, unless you pass it by me AND get my ok
3.do not let him/her rot away in some thread, if you wont use him/her don't try for him/her
4. i would be happy if you would show me art you get for him/her -not required
5.i would like to see him/her go to someone who already has a good back story and personality
Link Art Link:here
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?



Creature's Name:noname
Image:
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[img]http://i645.photobucket.com/albums/uu172/Insanitytripp/wolfhome/Claimed/1-2.png[/img]

Preferences:1. do not change/alter/ the markings/design unless you run it by me first AND get my ok
2. do not trade/sell/giveaway this character to ANYONE, unless you pass it by me AND get my ok
3.do not let him/her rot away in some thread, if you wont use him/her don't try for him/her
4. i would be happy if you would show me art you get for him/her -not required
5.i would like to see him/her go to someone who already has a good back story and personality
Link Art Link:here
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name?


lack of muse + job - sleep = no real clue as to whats going on with his creativity ;\ sorry guys theses aren't the most epic things i've done

[Tammanae]

Oh my, that first one is gorgeous. <3 I may have to try for her if I have some time.