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[ChemDog.]

Creature's Name: Opal
Image:
Code: http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u232/colliegirl123/design1shawty.png
Preferences: Please keep it a female, and some kind of canine. Don't change the design, but you can add accessories. Not your fursona. Other than that, do what you want.
Link Art Link: http://squirtsapphire.deviantart.com/art/Wolf-Sleeping-Base-137371599
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what was it's name? Nope.

[uqtubee]

I'm preparing a form for this week, I think I might go for Shawty's Opal when she goes up so I'll wait for that.

[cedaar]

I updated my form for 30, and BEAUTIFUL DONATIONS... *drools*

[Xanre]

Pet's ID Tag: 1
Name You'd Choose for It: Zairon
Gender: Male
Reason You Want It: The beautiful design and colors.
I've always loved Tripp's designs; he does such a great job with every single one. All his characters seem to have an etheral quality to them, something that just draws me in. Also, the markings appear as if they're glowing, even when they're not.
The color combination is one of my favorites. Black, white, and something bright is always a plus when it comes to me.
His story just plays out in my head every time I see him, and characters that inspire me to write are actually pretty hard to come by for me.
History/Background/Other:
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

WIP

[ChemDog.]

Pet's ID Tag: #twelve
Name You'd Choose for It: Avira-Seran the Soul Keeper, usually goes by Seran
Gender: Female
Age: Ageless, but her physical appearance is about 20 (as a human.)
Reason You Want Her: Her design is absolutely stunning, it was really the inspiration for her story. Upon first seeing her and reading about her, I knew the spirits that followed her needed to be important. After a bit of thinking, I thought she could be a keeper of lost souls.
History/Background/Other:
In moral life, Seran lived with a man named Jonathan Simms. Jon was a fairly old man, who spent his nights patrolling the expanse of the local cemetery. Seran loved to accompany him; She found comfort in the quiet, dark night.
It wasn't long before Mr. Simms noticed that something wasnt quite right with his companion. He often watched his dog growl at unseen things, bark for no reason, and when they were at home sometimes he would hear strange noises. Being the man he was, he shrugged it off, and continued with his life.
Seran herself, had always a sensitivity to spirits. They didn't bother her, but sometimes she got scared they would try to hurt her master. One night they were locking up the gates around 6AM after a tiring shift. A car swerved around the corner, the driver most likely intoxicated. Both Seran and Jon froze. Suddenly, Seran pushed her master out of the way, just as the car collided with the small dog.
.:.:.:.
They say what doesn't kill you, can only make you stronger. I guess in my case that isn't completely true, seeing as I'm not actually alive. But I'm definetly a stronger person (well, dog..) than I was in life.
First off, let me introduce myself. My name is Avira-Seran, the Soul Keeper. Avira was the name given to me by my parents, although now I only have blurry cut-outs of my short life with them. Seran is the name my master had given me. I guess the most important part is that I'm a keeper of souls.
After we pass on, our soul leaves our body, and passes on to the next world. I'm not going into much detail with that, but basically, souls can get lost. My job is to help them on their way, to avoid unwanted hauntings. It's not very hard, pretty straightforward actually.





I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Bleeh. So this is obviously a WIP. I'm tired and can't get any ideas out >.>

[Xanre]

Oh hey. I changed my name again. Dang it, I'm fickle.
I used to be Xanreita. X3

[Kinchovi]

Just letting you know, I changed the '~' in my name to '*' not much difference but still..Now I can sign in from my e-book reader ^^

OLD: Fallen~Dreams
NEW: Fallen*Dreams

[MochaTheLlama]

Pet's ID Tag: #35
Name You'd Choose for It: Aussie Peridot
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I really love this chubbly little girl, I think she would go greatly with my pack of charries. The first time I looked at her I had mixed feelings, I forced myself to wait a couple codedrops before quickly trying to claim this beauty. I feel like I have a really deep connection with this beauty.
History/Background/Other: Hello. My name is Aussie, and I am here to tell you my story. I have had an interesting past, and I dont know where to start. How about when I was born?

I was born from a beautiful mother and an extremely handsome father. Both of them had wonderful and interesting markings, and so did my siblings. Yet... I didnt get any of my parents amkings, I barely even looked like them at all. Because of this I was the least favorite of all my siblings. My mother still let me drink from her, but as I grew and learned how to walk, talk, hear, and see, I became a little more distant to my family. My parents provided me food, but then I would crawl away.

As I got older my siblings were sold to other people, and to say honestly, I was kind of glad for them to go, its not like they ever cared about me? Our owners kept the most beautiful female of my family. The owners tried to desperatly to sell me but no one took me. One day without warning me, The owners took me away from my family and my parents acted like it was no big deal...

The people put me in the car and drove off. before I knew it they had handed me off some people from an agency and I was being lead down a hall. every kennel I looked into had a different animal with little sheets to fill out on the outside of their pen. Many people looked inside each of the cages, there was over 100 cages in this hall. Some people even had other pets with them that looked like they also came from this agency before getting adopted. The people lead me into kennel #35 and I sat there... I still sit here... waiting for someone to come along.

I dont know how long its been but finally after almost 2 years someone has walked up to my kennel and filled out a form. This person goes by the name of Mocha, the only thing I can hope for is that Mocha is aloud to adopt me and bring me into her warm arms and hug me. I have made friends with the kennels around me and infront of me, but its time for me to go and be free...
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it. %110


Yay! I got permission:

[•Bliss•]

Pet's ID Tag: 49
Name You'd Choose for It: Tawny
Meaning: English name derived from the vocabulary word, meaning "light brown, tawny."
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: Tawny caught my eye the first time I scrolled down the list of pets. She is beautiful, and I knew that we had a connection. I tried not to adopt her, as I have some stuff do to at home and probably wouldn't be able to finish a form, but I couldn't resist it. Also, I had a character in mind but couldn't seem to design the perfect canine. Tawny would be perfect though, and I promise to always love her.
History/Background/Other:

Log Book
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Code Number: Experiment #0175
Full {Birth} Name: Tawny Anisa
Species: Unknown, some sort of Canine
Day of Capture: Friday, April 14
Day of Experiment: Tuesday, June 12
~~~

June 12: #0175 has been experimented on. The Toxin has been injected in her right leg (front). First experimental trial of this particular Toxin. May be fatal, but probably not. #0127 and #0251 have been injected with similar Toxins. No irregular feedback.

June 15: #0175 has been acting odd. Is afraid of everyone and everything. Eye color seems to be changing from a bright green to a murky, indistinguishable color. May be an aftereffect of the Toxin.

June 21: #0175 has definitely changed in appearance. Her eyes are now a pink color, though they do not seem to give her trouble. The markings on her back seem to be changing too, into a heart shape. Her body seems to have shrunken. She is considerably smaller.

June 30: #0175 has had a drastic personality change. She had finally snapped out of her fearful stage. But now she is incredibly stubborn, willful, and aggressive. She has bitten me on my arm twice already.

July 3: The Toxin seems to have seeped into my blood system. It is affecting me, too. The Toxin is fatal to humans, and can kill. According to research, I only have a few weeks left to live. The Toxin, when in humans, can affect everyone near me. In a few days, everyone will be affected by the Toxin. We will all die.

July 7: I have officially 1 week and 2 days to live. #0175 has escaped. There is no stopping her. She has the power to destroy the whole country, maybe even the whole world.
~~~
Tawny's point of view:

I never wanted to be taken away. I never wanted to be experimented on. I never wanted the power to kill.

You see, I enjoyed my days as a small pup, romping with my siblings in the forest. We were happy, and always played around.

But everything changed when I was captured.

On a warm, sunny day, I was taking a stroll through the trees. Everything was normal until I came across the humans in white coats. As soon as I passed by, a large human grabbed a hold of me. I barked and howled, hoping that some way my parents or siblings can save me. No one came to help.

I was terrified as they put me inside a large white van. I whimpered throughout the whole drive. Finally, they stopped in front of a large white building. Inside were other humans, all with with white lab coats and clear goggles. Although I was afraid, I was also intrigued. What do these humans do? What's going on?

The human then put me inside a large cage, with room to stand and walk around. The humans were obviously surprised that I didn't fight them. I just wasn't an aggressive Canine.

After 2 months or so, they finally took me out of the cage. I was curious, yet scared. I wondered what they would do to me. I had seen what had happened to the others that were taken to this room. Some died. Some stayed the same. And some went insane.

The scientists (I finally figured out what they were called) gave me a small shot and I went to sleep. I figured that they would either operate on me, or experiment on me. I hoped that I would stay normal, like some of the others. Maybe after this, I would be set free.

I finally woke up, and the human took me to another room, with different cages. This was the experimental room. They had experimented on me. At least the scientist didn't operate on me. I was placed in a cage next to a large pit bull. He didn't seem harmful, as many would think. Actually, he was quite friendly. His name was Fang, he told me, though he hated the name. Fang and I became good friends. However, the most terrible thing happened. After 2 days, Fang died because of the chemical they had put in him. I was devastated.

However, the chemical toxin I was given started to change me. I was becoming aggressive, and my eyes changed, according to the others. I became smaller and stronger. I suddenly had the urge to bite any human that came to me. Finally, I bit the scientist who kept track of me in his book. I bit him twice.

After that, I couldn't stand it any more. I broke through the iron on the cage and escaped. I escaped with the full knowledge that, because of me, many people will soon die. It is all my fault. Soon, my personality came back, though I am incredibly claustrophobic.

I wandered around the many streets and roads, trying as hard as possible not to bite someone. Soon I was incredibly weak. I hadn't eaten for a long time, and I was so tired. I could barely bark. I thought that I would surely die.

I was wrong.


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

HUGE WIP!

[.Coffee]

Pet’s ID Tag: # 41

Name you’d choose for it: Imperial (Imp)

Gender: Male

Reason you want it: As of yet I actually have no real characters. Scrolling down through The Agency on my first day looking through this board, Imp immediately caught my eye. I guess it was that pose he was in, the markings; everything put together. As soon as I saw him I knew that I wanted to adopt him. Badly. Just looking at him for a few moments a story began to form. I wanted Imp to be one of the main characters. As of yet I don’t have any others, but I will soon. I plan to attempt art of Imperial (though I couldn’t draw to save my life), give him a good home on my website, use him in roleplaying (where he can be used) and give him a home on a character thread when I finally make one.

History/background/other: Cold, wet hail mixed with rain was dumped over the crowded city streets, bouncing off of hats and bags and soaking through fur with an icy wetness. Imp watched the humans scurry into stores or grab umbrellas with a light smirk on his face. How ridiculous. It was sad that such pathetic creatures even had need for these things, while a cat was born with all he needed- from the fur on his back and the claws on his feet. That was why Imp preferred cats. They were intelligent. Not worthless, like those slobbering hounds the miserable humans seemed to favor.

It was August of 1916. The humans had advanced considerably in the past years, and the cobblestone streets were now filled with the most ridiculous looking mounds of metal that blinked and flashed. Cars, they called them. Imp had to say, he missed the old days- these cars filled the air with a disgusting stench, and when oil was spilled fires could erupt easily. It happened often in London; the buildings were at incredibly close quarters, enabling both disease and fire to spread quickly.

He had been born here years ago, on Valentine’s Day. His eternal humiliation. When else should he have been born but Halloween, the one day when candy corn markings and glowing red eyes might be considered normal?! His lip curled in disgust as he reflected this. His birth memory was bad enough without him having been born on the sappiest holiday in existence!

He closed those strange eyes. The icy water had soaked him to the bone, but he felt nothing. Only warmth. It was one of those strange attributes that he had. One that made him unique.

Or just about as unique as any other demon in the body of an animal.

He had been on this world since the Black Plague had ravaged London. He’d watched it all. He’d watched the foolish creatures known as humans kill off cats one by one in an effort to quench the disease. He’d seen the rat population grow and the deaths of more and more humans spread throughout the world.

He’d merely laughed. Bitter. Resentful. Hateful of the world into which he was born, hateful of himself.

He’d just learned to enjoy it. He was the one demon in London- in all the world, perhaps- that had no particular desire to live. But he lived anyway.

He lived just to give those angels a good slap in the face.


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.

Thank you for this opportunity. c:



I must have deleted the reply that said this, but looking in my Sent Messages folder I found my reply. Would this work or should I ask for permission again? D8