Pound of Love - JUDGING!! 155 kennels to adopt!

[koushi.]

congrats to grace for winning tiny dancer ^_^ please take care of her! i am also excited for the surprise!

[.Foxtrot.]

congrats to grace for winning tiny dancer ^_^ please take care of her! i am also excited for the surprise!

will do and thanks for coming up for her amazing design

[koushi.]

actually, the user 'sweetcandycat' designed her ^^ i merely adopted her.

[SabrinaB]

Just a tiny update, I contacted a moderator to hand the posts on the front page back to me so I can edit the kennels and work on the surprise.
Note that this can take 1 or 2 more days, I am sorry for the delay. Booklover is very busy and is not able to edit the kennels. This takes a lot of time.
When I have the authority I will edit them as soon as I can, but keep in mind that I have a baby girl, so I won't be online hours a day. I will hop in a few times a day, so feel free to PM me if you need anything.

There will be a few small changes around here, but nothing dramatic. It will still be the good ol' PoL you know

[SabrinaB]

The posts are handen over to me. I will update the kennels later today. I am going on a 1 week vacation so I will do them in the evening. I will keep you updated!

[SabrinaB]

The wifi here is quite expensive so my dad doesnt want to but it. It looks like I won't be alle to update till next week.
I can try to do it later via hotspots but that connection is really show and makes me want to throw the laptop out of the Windows.

[koushi.]

The wifi here is quite expensive so my dad doesnt want to but it. It looks like I won't be alle to update till next week.
I can try to do it later via hotspots but that connection is really show and makes me want to throw the laptop out of the Windows.

don't worry about it, sabje c: i hope you enjoy your vacation regardless of the wifi situation.

[SabrinaB]

Donations are open.
I updated some kennels using an Internet hotspot but that is a show connection.
I hope I can open it again this evening, else tomorrow.
I will keep you updated.

[SabrinaB]

Hello everyone, good news!!

The kennels are updated. 150 characters are looking for a new loving home. Feel free to look around!
The next code drop is October 26th.


As you know booklover789 is on a hiatus. She's very busy. She helped out a LOT while I was pregnant and during the first months my baby girl arrived. Without her I had to close this, but she kept the doors wide open. A huge thank you for booklover! <3

I made a small rule change regarding donations:
Using character creators, such as DollDevine, are fine, but must have at 1 other art piece which isn't make by a creator. These designs are hard to adopt out and easy to copy, so that's why we wanted to add this rule.
All characters created this way before now are accepted, but from now on we have to decline all donations that only have a creator reference.

As you can see a lot of older kennels are replaced.
What happened to those characters? Well, I figured no one wants them, so I deleted them.
Alright, I did not delete them. I made a new thread where people can adopt characters a little easier.
The forms can be less long, but the more effort, the more chance at winning.
Want to check it out? Click the banner:


Thank you all for coming to PoL. I will try to update some kennels once I am back home from my vacation, but school starts Monday so I am not sure how my schedule will be in a few weeks.

Goodluck all!
*opens doors wide open*

[ruberiot]

WIP


Username: Hi there, I'm stilinski., though of course that is not my real name. I'm just your average nerd who ties my shoes backwards and sucks at geometry more than you'd ever imagine. My friends and I have dubbed ourselves the "weird club." Yes, we're very weird. In fact, this may be an understatement.

I love MTV's television show Teen Wolf. My favorite character is named Stiles Stilinski, hence my username. I also really like Derek Hale. I absolutely love to read and write in my free time as well as draw. I am hoping to improve my artistic skills, as I am not currently the best artist the world has seen.

When I become old enough, I hope to go to college to study to become a veterinarian. Ever since I was little, I adored working with animals, and thus I wanted to become a vet. I know of one person who wished to pursue the same career, but, after working at one for a single day, disliked it strongly and no longer wished to do so. I, however, did the same, and still loved it afterwards. I still wish to become one someday, or at the very least help out in one.

I own animals myself. I have thirty rabbits, two degus, a betta fish, two parakeets, a cockatiel, a dog, and several cats as well as a white homing pigeon. My cat, in particular, is a tortoiseshell kitten named Mochi.

Kennel number: This lovely gal is currently in kennel 90. c:

Why do you want this character? Where will you use her, and what will you use her for?:
I would be thrilled if I were able to own her for many reasons.
One of these reasons is because of her wolf plushie. I love plushies and things like that myself, and I've never really found a character that had a plushie with them. I also absolutely love her lantern necklace because of its uniqueness. I don't know what it is, but I think the blue-green hued substance within the glass vial seems to bring out something in the character's looks.
I also love her cream underbelly and her magenta eyes, though I don't generally love pink. The ribbon tied about her tail is also very unique to me, as so far I haven't really come across a character with something like that added to them.
Her actual coloration, although rather simplistic, is still very eye-catching to me.
If I were to win her, I would put her on my character page here on CS and, when and if I am able to get it up and running, my Weebly site for my characters. I would also use her on Deviantart, but that would only be for art pieces. There's a chance that I would roleplay with her as well.


Name: Lydia

Name meaning wrote:
beautiful, noble one

Gender: Female
Personality:
WIP
History:
"Why am I here?" Lydia demanded shrilly, glaring daggers at the powerful wolf standing before her. After several moments had passed sluggishly with no response, she repeated her question, creeping close to the creature. "Why am I here?!" she hissed once more, "Why am I here?" Lydia demanded shrilly, glaring daggers at the powerful wolf standing before her. After several moments had passed sluggishly with no response, she repeated her question, creeping close to the creature. "Why am I here?!" she hissed once more, through clenched teeth. Instead of clinging silence, a low chuckle rose up to greet Lydia's ears.

"You have so much to learn, little one."

"Don't call me 'little one'." Lydia snarled, baring her gleaming white teeth in a snarl. The wolf laughed once more.

"Or what?" he asked innocently. "You'll snarl at me till I drop dead?" Lydia felt a low growl starting in her throat. The older wolf, however, seemed to be intimidated by that one small movement, for he suddenly wheeled to his left and called out, "Guards!"
Several powerful canines emerged from the hallway, standing at attention. "Yessir?" one of them inquired.

"Take her away. To somewhere she'll never be found again." All courage and fierceness leaked out of Lydia as she stood in wide-eyed, open-jawed silence. Her heart began to race as though it were a thoroughbred on a racetrack, competing for some sort of trophy. As the wolves closed in on Lydia, she began to creep backwards slowly, setting each paw down gingerly as she did so. No sooner had she backed up several pawsteps then she suddenly lost her footing and went tumbling down into what seemed like a bottomless abyss.

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Slowly, slowly, Lydia forced her bright magenta eyes open, blinking as her eyes adjusted. Much to her surprise, the world she awoke in was not filled with the bright light of day, but instead a deep blue. With great care, Lydia eased herself to her paws and warily glanced about, twitching her tail halfheartedly. She drew in a deep breath as she noticed the true beauty of her surroundings.

The elegant blue hue that bathed her surroundings was created by dozens upon dozens of firefly-like creatures, pale blue emanating from them to create the color. Everywhere, trees that twisted and swirled upward stood silently, leaves and branches motionless. The she-wolf half expected to noticed a fairlylike creature emerge from the edge of the woods, but no such action occurred. Cautiously the cream and black wolf crept forward, her footsteps muffled by the short stubbly grass that grew profusely about the clearing. "Hello?" she called out softly, half hoping for some sort of reply. When none came, she could not tell if she was relieved or worried. "Hello? Someone? Anyone?"

She walked for what felt like an hour, not coming across any forms of life besides the insects that glowed like miniature lanterns. Lydia was about to give up the thought of anyone else besides herself inhabiting the clearing when she heard a faint noise from up ahead.

Daring to venture closer, the wolf crouched low to the ground as she inched forward cautiously. As she came closer, the noise grew louder and more distinct; it was other animals talking, many of them. Laughter and hoots and the dull roar of chitchat reached her ears. Now within seeing distance, Lydia watched from behind the cover of a thick, scraggly bush.

The creatures gathered within a rather large radius seemed to be having a party of sorts, or at least from what Lydia was able to figure out. It wasn't your average party, though. There were no games to entertain yourself with, no party favors or a place for refreshments. There was also nowhere to sit. Everyone in attendance at the party simply stood, talking to one another. "That's odd." Lydia whispered to herself. "You'd think there'd be something more than merely speaking to each other."

Suddenly, something moved behind her, the soft rustle of grass causing her to turn her head. Lydia looked closer, squinting in an attempt to make out the figure behind her. Suddenly, whatever it was moved again, though all Lydia was able to make out was a shadowy silhouette. "Who's there?" she asked suspiciously, pinning her ears against her head. "I know you're out there. Don't think you can fool me."

"I wasn't trying to."
Lydia started so hard she nearly lost her footing. Her eyes widened in shocked amazement. "Who are you?" As she spoke the words, the figure moved closer. Lydia soon discovered that the wolf was far larger than her, could take her down if it really wanted
to.

"Name's Elias. Why are you out here? You do know that if they figure out you're here they'll try to kill you, right?" He gestured towards the clearing full of animals.

Lydia attempted to reply, but she was at a loss for words. "What- what is this place?"

"You're telling me you don't already know?" Lydia nodded in response to his words. "Come with me. We'd better hurry before they-" Elias was cut off as several shouts reached them. "Too late. Run." Elias wheeled and dashed off into the shadows, disappearing as though he'd only been a mirage.

"What do you mean?" Lydia screamed after him, racing after the strange wolf. "Elias!" she cried out, but to no avail. She ran frantically after him, her paws hammering the earth in a wild rhythm, her heartbeat ringing in her ears. Why does he want me to follow him? Lydia asked herself as she ran, desperately trying to keep Elias in her sight.


She'd nearly reached him, was so close, when suddenly her paw struck a fallen tree limb and down she fell, striking the earth forcefully. A muffled cry of surprise escaped her lips, followed by a slight wave of pain. In rising horror, Lydia quickly realized that the band of animals in pursuit of the two wolves were nearly upon them, their raucous cries growing closer. Pink eyes widened, Lydia curled into a tight ball and prepared for the them to attack her.

No sooner had Lydia lost all hope then a voice whispered, "Get up!" The owner of the voice was Elias. "Miss, please get up." Rolling to her paws, the dark-furred wolf heaved herself up, breath coming in short, harsh gasps. But they were too late; the strange creatures were upon them.

"Gerr 'err! Dat strange wolfie wif da pink eyes!" a stoat cried out, wielding a short wooden sword. Lydia glanced from the stoat to Elias in a wild manner, hackles raised. Her fur was bristled in an attempt to make herself appear larger. A spear whizzed past her, skimming the top of her head. A ferret stomped a footpaw in rage. Elias, a much larger creature, stepped protectively in front of her.

"I truly did not wish to do this." he murmured. Lydia stared at him, gaze fixated in slight curiosity. Even as she watched, the burly wolf's eyes took on a greenish glow that bathed everything within a short radius in a dull hue. "Leave now," he hissed. But it was not truly Elias. The voice was deep, husky, and simply sounded evil. His lips peeling back in a snarl, Elias advanced forward slowly, hackles rising. The strange woodland animals watched, paralyzed by fear. His head reared back. "I said, leave!"

It was a mad scramble amidst their assailants in a desperate attempt to escape; the screams and wails of pure fear would forever remain in Lydia's mind.

Elias's eyes returned to their normal state. The wolf turned his gaze to glance at Lydia, breathing somewhat heavily. "Are you all right?" he inquired, taking a single step forward. Gradually he began to relax, eyes taking on a kindly sparkle to them. Lydia nodded.

"What just happened? To you?"

Elias glanced sheepishly about, but did not reply. "That does not matter. Follow me." He turned and set off at a slow trot through the strange forest, the firefly-like insects illuminating their path. In a short amount of time they had arrived at a small cave. Lining the entrance were two medium-sized torches. They tapered into a swirling end. From the ends dangled large, transparent lanterns; within the lanterns were dozens of the small, twinkling insects. Elias gently brushed past her and vanished into its depths, Lydia in hot pursuit.

Inside of the cave were dozens of similar lanterns, shedding light throughout it. There were several desks lining it. Multiple yellowed papers and scrolls littered their surfaces. However, what stood out to Lydia most was a large book bound in delicate grey velvet. She strode up to it, gently running a paw across its surface, admiring the thick pages.

"Don't touch that," Elias said, rushing over to her. She leaped back, startled by his outburst. He seemed to glare at her.

"Good God, I'm sorry." she hissed in response, voice echoing about the cavern. "Calm down, Cujo."

Elias sighed, glancing at the book. "I'm sorry... it's just..."

Lydia stared at him. "What?" Receiving no reply, Lydia surveyed the cave once more. "Are those bugs called fireflies?"

Elias looked confused. "Fireflies?"

Lydia realized he'd never herd the term 'firefly' in his entire life. "Those insects you keep in lanterns. The ones that glow."

"You mean the moonbugs?"

"I suppose, if that's what you call them." Lydia said.

"Oh. Why?" Elias asked, tilting his head.

"They're very pretty and somewhat unusual."

"They don't die. It seems they are immortal to illness." Elias suddenly looked thoughtful. "Wait here." He wheeled, snatched a small lantern from one of the cluttered desks, and danced away into the cave. When he returned a short time later, he clutched the jar-like object that now emanated a bright glow, a large piece of cord looped about it. He presented it to her. "For you." He looped it about her neck, a smile playing about his muzzle.

Lydia glanced down at it, cupping it within her paws. It was slightly warm, but at the same time cold. She was amazed. "Thank you Elias." Elias smiled.

"That reminds me. I still don't know your name."

"My name? Oh. It's Lydia." She returned his smile. "Thank you for the beautiful lantern."


Hours, most likely even days, passed, filled with slight boredom on Lydia's part. Both her and Elias were still within the cave. At first Elias had been very lively and talkative, but gradually he had slipped into a bout of silence. Finally, Lydia was tired of this. "Elias, why am I forbidden to leave?" She was met with a barrage of silence, her words seemingly unnoticed by the wolf. She rolled her eyes, turning away. "I guess I shall just go explore the cave." Still no response. Shrugging, Lydia turned and vanished into the depths of the cave.

It was dark, and immediately Lydia was grateful for the lantern of moonbugs Elias had given her. Magenta eyes catching its greenish-blue hue, the she-wolf ventured farther and farther into its depths.

The dark-furred wolf's pink eyes lit up with excitement as she discovered something. A worn, battered wooden chest was nestled snugly against a cave wall, silver locks broken and scratched. Atop the tattered box was a worn photograph of a strange she-wolf that bore a faint resemblance to Elias. Perhaps it was his mother?

She gently set the picture against the stone floor and opened the chest. A large cloud of dust wafted up, causing Lydia to choke and cough for several moments before it cleared. Slowly, she peered inside. The only thing within this seemingly ancient chest was a stuffed wolf with small, chocolate brown eyes. Immediately Lydia fell in love with it, but she knew it would be horrible to take it. She gently reached inside and drew the wolf plushie into her grip, surprised at how soft it was. I bet it's rabbit fur. she thought to herself.

"Lydia, why are you back here?" It was Elias, and he did not sound pleased. Turning, Lydia realized an obvious mistake- she still held the plushie within her grip. Elias's eyes shot from the startled, wide-eyed Lydia from the stuffed wolf she held in rapid succession, laced with anger.

"I asked you why I could not leave and you didn't answer me. I said I was going to explore because I wanted you to say something, but still you did not care. So I did come and explore."

Elias, instead of the anger that had lined his eyes only seconds before, now only looked kind. He smiled a tiny smile. "That wolf you're holding, well, it used to be mine."

"What do you mean, 'used to'?" Lydia said, surprised he was not angry with her.

"Well, I suppose it is still mine." he said. "My mother gave it to me when I was a pup. But those strange animals killed her, the ones that attacked us." he said, eyes narrowing. "I would kill every last one of them. But my mother never hurt anyone, not even her enemies. I swore to do the same." Elias said, sounding sad. Lydia glanced down at the wolf plush, then back to Elias. She turned and gently pressed it into his paws, stepping back, running a paw across the lantern necklace. The larger wolf glanced at Lydia, noting her sudden silence. The two stood in the dark cave, the only light coming from Lydia's necklace, cloaked in silence for a long time. Elias was finally the one who broke it. "Lydia?" he asked softly. When she did not respond, he repeated himself. "Lydia?"

"Yes Elias?" she said, raising her head.

"I wish to give you the wolf. You seemed to love it, and I know you would like it more than me." He set the plush in front of her, beaming down at her for several seconds before he turned and padded away. For a very long moment all Lydia heard was the dull echo of Elias's receding pawsteps and her own amazed breathing. Gently, Lydia retrieved the wolf and draped it across her back, nosing it affectionately before she started back to the main cave.

When she at last arrived, Elias was in a blind panic, dashing about, gathering dozens of papers and cramming them into folders. Most of the desks were stripped clean of all their belongings, and the lanterns filled with moonbugs were gone. He turned as she came in and dashed over to her. "Lydia. You must listen to me. There are enemies outside and they want the both of us. You will find an underground tunnel way back where you discovered the plush. Before you go, however, take this." He crammed a small tin box into her paws before he ushered her on. "Hurry now. I could never forgive myself if something happened to you."

Lydia, touched by his words, was loath to go. "No Elias. I shan't go." She planted her paws firmly and refused to go.

"Lydia, you-"

"I said no!" she screamed, ears pinned. "I am not going to leave you here."

Elias realized she was not going to take no for an answer and quickly gathered up the remnants of the papers along with the grey velvet book. He dug about under one of the desks and withdrew one of the moonbug lanterns before he came racing forward, leading the way. "Hurry, they've only given me ten minutes to comply." They raced into the cave's depths, paws hammering the rough stone floor.

There it was; the chest. He slid the door open and vanished within, beckoning Lydia to follow. She trotted down the passage after him, paws drumming quietly, echoing about the deserted space. Lydia clung to the box as though her life depended upon it, refusing to loosen her grip on it for anything. She constantly glanced back to make sure the wolf was still perched upon her back before she would continue.

It seemed days had passed, but it was truly only four hours. A dull white light shown ahead, bathing everything in a pale white glow. It seemed as though it were beckoning them to come forth. To Lydia, she hoped desperately that they were nearing a patch of sunlight. "Elias," she said. "Is that sunlight up ahead?" she inquired, tail swishing. Elias halted his stride and turned about to face her.

"Indeed it is. Lydia, please listen to me." he began.

"Elias, I swear if it's about how I must continue on my own-"

"It's not." he interrupted, gaze reassuring. "When we reach the patch of sunlight, I am going to hoist you up. I will follow shortly. This passage leads from where I lived to the world you came from."

Lydia was aghast. This entire time she'd been in an alternate reality? There was no time to ponder that, however, for time was running out. "Answer this single question: what was that world called?" Lydia asked, continuing forward.

"It was called Firelight." he said, following her. They had reached the pool of light and now Elias boosted her up, Lydia gently heaving herself out of the hole. Elias followed shortly, with far more ease than Lydia could have had. Lydia parted her jaws and prepared to speak, but was interrupted by shouts and screams.

"There they are!" a voice said. "The ones who escaped Firelight!"

Elias's eyes that had once sparkled of hope and sung of freedom were drowned by a glint of helplessness. "Lydia, run. Run and do not look back. Ever. Run." He pressed the velvet bound book tightly into her paws but otherwise made no move. "Lydia." he said quietly. "Run."

A group of angry animals were nearly upon them, wielding all sorts of weapons and things to imprison wolves. "Run! Lydia, go, and don't look back!" he screamed, gently pushing her forward. "Go!"

Tears welled within the she-wolf's eyes, a lump forming in her throat. "But Elias-" she said in a choked voice, trying desperately to bargain with him.

"No! Go!"

Lydia turned, blinded by her own tears. She sprang into a run, paws hammering the earth, clutching the book and the tin box. Though she could scarcely see, Lydia ran until she could not continue. She collapsed into a sobbing heap, drawing the plushie close to her.

Once her tears had dried, Lydia fumbled with the clasps of the box. She drew it open with a quiet squeak.
WIP

Likes:
-Her plushie
-The lantern looped about her neck
-Imagining fantasy things that couldn't actually occur
-Doodling make-believe creations
-Anything with a star design
-Word searches
-Collecting stationary
-Writing letters
-Photography

Dislikes:
-Rain
-Using emojis or emoticons
-Twitter
-Facebook
-Being around people who think they own everything
-Politics
-Extremely hot days (90 degrees or more)
-Mud
-Being covered with dirt

Birthday:
June 18th

Zodiac:
Gemini

Sexuality:

Monoamorous- One who has only one partner at a time
Straight- One who is sexually attracted to the opposite gender/sex; common term for heterosexual

Plushie's Name:
Lydia has named her wolf plushie Elias, not because of the meaning but because of the way it sounds. Another reason she chose the name for the plushie is because she had a very close friend named Elias who helped her escape and befriended her. The two were extremely close and, though Lydia bore a steadfast refusal to leave him, Elias forced her to.

Favorites:
Book-
Color- Turquoise blue
Tree- Cedar
Animal- Red-eyed tree frog
Bird- Magpie
Stone- Marble
Gemstone- Malachite
Fruit- Starfruit
Time of day- Early morning
Season- Autumn/fall

Theme Song:
[url=linkhere]Song Name Here[/url]

Fears:
Anyone or anything bigger than her physically
Lydia is absolutely petrified of anyone or anything bigger than her physically- if it has bad intentions.
Death
Lydia is scared of death, especially since she thinks it will come when she's still rather young.
Drowning
Lydia is worried that she will drown.
Losing her vision
Lydia is scared that she might lose her vision. She wouldn't mind if her hearing was lost, so long as she could see.

Extras: (optional)
Artwork:
Here is an art piece by me. c:
Another art piece, by me.
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