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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2017 15:35:54 GMT -8
The time has finally come to share TPR's very first hybrid litter - stemming from the Lilac x Logan plot that has been going on for some time now OOC :) Before you continue reading, I must note that new members cannot apply for these pups. This will also be stated below in big letters. Today we are sharing our five hybrid pups that will be up for grabs. Any add ons that are mentioned below have already been paid for by us. The only cost to you will be 300B if you have 3+ characters :) I am providing keywords that we would like the pups personalities to be formed around, but the details are up to you. In your application you must provide: Your current characters, the pup(s) you are applying for, a completed personality, and a nicely sized rp sample. We trust that you are firm with your decision on potentially dedicating time to rp a hybrid pup before you make an application, as it would be a hassle for us to find a new rper due to loss of muse or inactivity. Thank you :)
*Please use the provided pictures as the pups age. <3* Rose | Female  Add Ons: Purple Eyes, AnxietyBase Personality: Elegant, insecure, anti-social, momma's girl, strong family connections, occasionally sassy, shy Adult Size: Weight ~ 110 lbs Height ~ 3'4" Length ~ 6'0" Midori | Female  Add Ons: Purple Eyes, Half BlindBase Personality: Tomboy, has an attitude, determined, independent, daring, competitive, straightforward Adult Size: Weight ~ 100 lbs Height ~ 3'2" Length ~ 6'0" Lacey | Female | TAKEN   Add Ons: White EyesBase Personality: Outgoing, easily likable, cheerful, adventurous, daring, gullible Adult Size: Weight ~ 100 lbs Height ~ 3'2" Length ~ 5'10" Kendrix | Male | TAKEN   Add Ons: Green EyesBase Personality: Leader of the litter, troublemaker, playful, intelligent, curious, stubborn, conceited Adult Size: Weight ~ 125 lbs Height ~ 3'5" Length ~ 6'4" Ashton | Male | TAKEN   Add Ons: White EyesBase Personality: Daring, goofy, shy occasionally, courageous, laid back, insecure, sociable Adult Size: Weight ~ 110 lbs Height ~ 3'6" Length ~ 6'5" *NOTE: These pups will only be available to experienced rpers considering hybrids themselves are rare here on TPR. You must provide an exceptional roleplay sample to be considered for the pup(s) you are applying for.*
For reference as to what the remaining brother will be like in relation to his siblings. Soren is not available for adoption.
Soren | Male
 
His courageous mother brought him into this world as second born amongst his 6 other odd siblings. Little does the prince know, his genes are only part wolf and his birth was infact quite rare. Of course, in time the pup will learn of his origins. Soren will grow to be around his father's size, as well as equally as handsome. The young one is the prince charming of his siblings, acquiring a lot of his mother's elegance and grace. His pelt is always neatly looked after and kept clean. He walks with dominance, his head high and his paws never allowing him to stumble. This can contradict with his brother Kendrix quite often, as the two both search for a higher title in their family. Additionally, Soren can have a bit of a temper when he isn't getting his way. This quality will fade as he matures, revealing a more laid back persona. Still, he is firm with his views and he will argue his point until death if he becomes that passionate about the subject. As he begins to become a bit more sexually mature, Soren will discover that he can tend to be quite alluring around females. His charming features paired with a calm but outgoing personality will find him a mate quickly. His playful and sociable pup-self will follow him to adulthood. Once he finds the interest, Soren will find that he is quite talented in combat, like his father, and an excellent runner.
Adult Size:
Weight ~ 115 lbs
Height ~ 3'7"
Length ~ 6'5"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 18:29:10 GMT -8
Lolac Application’s
*Please don't copy my application outline - I've worked hard to keep this how I can manage it, and would prefer others didn't try use my own do against me.
Current Characters:
@weayaya ; @yoki ; @lilith ; Hunter Devika
Applying for:
Midori
MIDORI (#e5c9ee)
Traits Expansion: (Half Blind) ~ While viewed as a disadvantage to those aware, Midori doesn’t quite understand the ‘disabling’ side-effects of her born disability. Having had the issue since birth, and never quite developing the vision in both eyes fully like her siblings, the altered sight she holds affects her minimally. Her range of sight is shortened, and her quality of vision limits her to thickly blurred outlines of all objects, this leaves small, miniscule motions as unregistered in her response time, though an increased sense of hearing sensitivity works to make-up for such deficiency.
Personality Expansion: Outline ~ Tomboy, has an attitude, determined, independent, daring, competitive, straightforward(Tomboy)- Since birth, and every-day after, Midori has easily managed to uphold her title as the ‘Bitch-in-Disguise’. She has no regard for the initial feelings or expectations of others, her feminine birthing baring no relativity to her actions as she goes about everything with a masculine disregard of cleanliness, safety, or reasonability. Midori loves mud, roughing it up with others, and getting amongst all action with her can-do train of thought.(Determined and Independent)- This leads to the undeniable determination she bares. No matter how miniscule the task, or how complicated, Dory is head-strong on the fact she -can- do it, no ifs, no buts, no what ifs, she can. Readily building her confidence, her determination is what fuels her independence. She refuses to ask for or accept help from anyone; Not even family. She is a born single, ready to strike out on her own no matter the situation or environment. Nothing scares her, nothing deters her, and nothing will ever alter her views as she holds her head high and goes about everything her way.(Daring and Competitive)- If anything, the only things that brings the unique bitch down in success is her inability to say no to a challenge. Danger may as well be her middle name as she dives head first into every dare, or challenge with a cocky positivity. If those around her appear dull or disinteresting, she’ll usually find something to turn into a competition; like, who can catch a rabbit faster, or, who can cross the thick, sludgy mud river without getting stuck. Life to her is merely filled with plenty of opportunity to out-do anyone and everyone who seems capable. Her success is her fuel and her loss only pushes her to try and train harder.(Straightforward and Has Attitude)- To compliment her entirety, and to back-up her title as ‘Bitch-in-Disguise’, Midori tends to be a little too forthright with those around her. She has a heavy tongue that easily spits everything on the table as it is, no disguises to cover their meaning and no consideration as to their effect on whomever they are aimed at. This tends to lead to fairly unkind and harsh meaning, lashing out with an attitude when things aren’t going how she wants them too. She can become sassy and rude with others if they aren’t quite her type, or if they contradict her beliefs, though this merely makes her out more puppyish to others as it almost takes on the tone of a pups tantrum.
Appearance Description: Outline ~ 100 lbs / 3'2" / 6'0" / Purple Eyes
Midori isn’t too unique in her particular family, though among other wolves she stands out like a sore thumb, her siblings bare similar appearance though with varying colorations. Like her father she is of vibrant coloration, her entirety being primarily a rusty chestnut hue. If you were to look her over starting from the head, she bares her mix-bloods give-away distinct mask; this consists of two sandy-blonde spots, one above either of her clouded lilac eyes, and a matching bib that encases her muzzle starting on either side of her slim tapered nasal-bridge and continuing down her chin and chest where it connects to her similarly coloured underside. The inner rimming of her auricles is also this pale tint whilst the backs remain the dark russet of her entirety. Down her neck is a thick, plush scruff, the well clumped fur baring great protection capabilities as it encases her precious blood-vessels, a narrow yet lithely muscled barrel can then be found attached to athletic, split-socked forelimbs. A tucked abdomen bares her healthy, nimble structure, before leading on to thick, powerful rear-limbs specifically developed to push her meagre 100lb mass into fast motion. In total, the unreplaceable looking hybrid stands at an average 3 foot 2 tall, whilst coming to around 6 foot in length.
Posting Example:[Age in Post- Roughly 1.5 Years]
Morning- A faded glow of first light had finally chosen to grace the sleet coated lands with its pleasantly warm grip. Ghastly particles from winters months still clung to everything with a determined hold, erasing all colour, all life, and all eventfulness from the world affected. To most, it was a bland time, lacking interest and activity. Prey had moved on, seeking out warm pockets where hidden foliage thrived in abundance to sustain their young and old alike. It was a season in which wolves knew the cruel words, ‘only the strongest survive’, and in some cases even, ‘eat, or be eaten’.
This particularly bliss morrow was the dawn of eager anticipation, the hushed crunch of well-sized paws to bore into multiple inches of compacted ivory being one of the only resonations within forests span. Motions were swift, and lanky, powerfully built limbs pushed the vermilion half-breed forth, trekking further into the vast stalks of leafless oak. Pale, murky optics of orchid hue lingered on the passing world- To them, it was a blur of vertical blackened poles amongst a sea of undefined sleet. Occasionally, a horizontal pole crossed their path, and the visible contrast of it to the earth made corresponding movements easier, allowing the bitch to either hop over in one go, or balance along its tallest surface for better view.
Midori had never let this minor ‘defect’ bother her, even with the tormenting of certain siblings squabbling she could never be as great as they, she struck them down with ease as she found no default in her state. From a young age it was all she could remember, the shrouded, blurred world of which she lived. Nothing had ever had true definition, it had always been as it was now. Nature opting to give her benefit of the doubt as she grew into her defect with no hassle. Hunting, scouting, travelling, and even brawling (or play-fighting), had been learned and engrained in her mind with the incomplete sight she bore.
And so, with her shoulders to roll, Dory had swiftly pushed herself over yet another fallen tree. She had devised a plan, one to make her family view her differently. Yes, she would out-do her siblings, she would bring home something for her tribe to feast upon- A mighty beast fit for their mixed heritage. Knowingly the hybrid followed a familiar track, hidden beneath the winters blanket; a path she’d traversed before in search of what she wanted. And finally, she’d built herself enough to succeed.
“Here I come,” Her airy, lyrical voice slid free. From afar, her buff yet lithe design made her appear more masculine, though upon closer inspection the feline grace to her gait made it clear of otherwise. As she made her approach, widened gaze skimming the more greener cluster of forestry, the rounded, tall silhouettes of white-tail deer scattered through it as they lazily munched on the thriving collection of winter foliage- Supervised closely by two large racked bucks.
Or, at least that's what her parents had taught her they were when young, to her, they were just the biggest fawn blurs with winding oak swirls atop their head. Quite odd looking she'd have to admit to any who aske.
"How about you let me help?"
The sudden voice, though familiar, had sent the young creature to near launch from her brightly hued skin. Thankfully, she had been plenty far enough away from the gathered prey her motions had gone undetected. "Dad!" The coy, unjust tone slipped free as she let her doe-rimmed auricles fall to either side of her rounded visage. "What?!" He had started with his all too familiar joking approach, Logan meant well, and Midori knew that perfectly well, so she chose to let it slide, ears re-perking as he cut to the chase with a more attentive tone, "So, whose our target, Princess?" She almost shuddered at his use of his preferred calling to any of his daughters- of them all, she was the least to appreciat it- but, that never seemed to stop him as she grumbled.
"That one." The dilation of shrouded pupils and the dip of her skull in a fairly rounded doe's direction were all the similarly colored male required. The chosen prey was clearly pregnant, a late birther in this season, and by the looks of it, she was growing too weak to run fast. Lethargic, Malnourished, and Incapable of protecting herself- The pair of bucks would be more likely to herd the healthier offspring and mothers away than protect a weak link. It was perfect.
And so, with her faded lilac optics to dance up to her fathers brighter orchids, the pair would nod to one another and begin splitting off. He'd taught her a few times how to hunt, he wanted his more butch daughter to succeed, even if it meant allowing her to put her life on the line (alongside his of course- after all, if anything happened to her, Lilac would be sure to neuter him on the spot). Swiftly they moved, the larger mass of Logan to circle around the herds lefter side, the still pregnant doe lingering slightly out to the edging; while Midori let herself slip to the herds rear, her muscles tensing tightly as she kept safe distance, hiding and weaving between large tree-trunks. When she was ready, she sought her fathers location, their eyes locking and expressions matching as she suddenly let herself launch forth. Cream lip up-turning to bare hidden ivory daggers, ashen claws digging into the compacted white-particles below as she propelled herself onwards, rattling lungs and vibrating vocals churning outwards a loud echoed snarl.
They were off.
The entire herd had startled, their relaxed bleeps altering to alarmed brays, their motions fast and precise as the family bucks ensured every-doe remain together, guiding them towards nearby pack territory where water ran freely and would provide them with an escape. This though, didn't bother Midori, she paced along the rear-edge, snapping her jowls and producing ear-splitting snarls- the goal was to keep them moving fast so that they wouldn't notice the falling behind link. As expected, it worked a treat.
With the initial target lagging behind, Dory let her attention drift, the herd were in full flight, refusing to look back as they took the open wintery forest. The energy lacking doe unsupervised as Logan came bowling in, his large stature allowing him to latch on with ease to her flat, muscleless flank- a motion which caused her to stumble under sudden weight. This was Midori's cue as she picked up her stride, quickly rushing in as the doe struggled to regain her feet. She wouldn't get away, not this time- not when sharp weaponry locked around her slender jugular, puncturing the present stream of flowing life-essence. Holding for a few moments, father and daughter remained locked atop their game, waiting as each thrash became less and less powerful. Soon, to be nothing but limp weight in their mouths.
"You're mother is going to be so proud!" Logan's appraisal caused Dory to thrash her tail a few times over, he'd always supported her, nurtured her growth into becoming strong and independent, though Midori couldn't help but think he only did it to keep her nearby. She'd never been brave enough to ask, but as she beamed a smile of accomplishment in his direction, she'd nod. "Let's go feed the hungry horde, huh?" The term was a tease on her part, with so many in their family, it was a way of lightening the mood- Fed bellies meant happier wolves. That, and the sooner she got her kill back, the sooner she could rub it in her brothers faces.
Tagging: @athena & @zero
Why: Just to let you know that I am finished with Midori's application. I've chosen to apply for her only. |
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2017 19:03:08 GMT -8
Lolac Pup Application: Finished@athena @zero , just tagging to let you know I've finished  My Characters: @marusya @valentino @silas @knox, General Red, Scout Hye-Su
Pup I'm Applying For: Rose #f58799
Personality: Elegant | Insecure | Anti-social | Momma's girl | Strong Familial Ties | Sassy | Shy | Anxiety
Rose follows in her mothers footsteps to a tee or at least likes to thinks so. Rose is elegant and sassy, and at times be commanding. Although, she can be quite anti-social and shy, but this is mainly due to her insecurity about herself. This did not start as a child, she was actually quite the spunxter, and caused just as much havoc as her other siblings. However, as time grew on and each pup began to find their niche and place within the family, she found herself becoming lost with who she was. This started a slow build of anxiety, at first only happening when there were competitions between siblings, but as time grew on, little things began to trigger her anxiety. Rose tries to battle her inner demons and stay close with her siblings, and is actually quite selfless. She doesn't burden them with her worries and always keep her insecurities to herself, playing a facade of a quiet girl. Rose will go out of her way to make other feel good or cheer them up, even though she might not be happy at the time. Anxiety, while can be defining part of an individual, the disability does not define Rose. During the rare moments where the anxiety is lessened, she is free to be a sassy, charismatic, elegant individual who commands respect just by the way she holds herself. She just needs a little help to understand her place in the family and in the world, and then maybe her true potential blossom.
Appearance: Weight ~ 110 lbs | Height ~ 3'4" | Length ~ 6'0"
As a pup, Rose is quite small and is close to be considered a runt. She is considered a late bloomer as she doesn't hit her growth spurt after the others, even after Hayden. As she hits her growth spurt, she goes through a quite painful and fast growing spree and soon towers over the others girls and Hayden. This fact makes her a little jealous of her taller brothers, wishing she could at least tower over one of the more dominant males. The patches of brown that she has as a pup blossoms into a stunning brown and caramel color across her shoulder and down her back, slight shading on her abdomen and the crown of her head. Otherwise, she is pure white like her mother. As the pup blue fade from her eyes, it is replaced by beautiful purple. When she is fully grown she is a gorgeous she-wolf, with a body lithe and agile as her mothers, and the poise and grace to match.
Roleplay Sample:
6 M.O.
Rose flicked her white tail as she stalked her brother in front of her. Today was going to be the litters first hunting expedition and the group was rowdy with excitement. The boys squared off in their talks of who would do what and what they can take on, even Midori getting into the mix. Hayden was left out though, probably due to his runt like-size, however, because he was slightly alone, only accompanied by his sisters, was the reason Rose was stalking him. She felt slightly nervous for the trip, so she thought some playful fighting would ease that nervousness from her bones. So far, Lacey had noticed her and was trying to give the head motion to stop. For the moment Rose forgot her brother's cry-baby antics. So as she sprung from the cover of the tall grass, spooky her brother over and seeing the tears welled up in his eyes, she felt the pang of guilt. Guilt over hurting her precious younger brother.
As Hayden welled, she tried to coo him to silence with the help of Lacey. The others stopped their posturing to glance over to the three, looks of concern written on their muzzle. Soon enough the big brother Kendrix had stomped over to comfort the crying wimp. "Rose," her brother snapped at her, his tone harsh, "You should've known better." Of course she did, but she wanted to have fun. Still, she lowered her head and body, ears pinning to her head. Before she could speak, Soren had to but his way in. Always the one to compete with Kendrix.
"Ey, leave her alone," the other would snap. This resulted in bickering between the two, while Hayden still whimpered and whined. Lacey, Midori, and Ashton kind of watched from the sidelines, not certain how to help. Rose didn't want this to happen and slowly she tried to speak up, but a fear gripped at her heart and the nervousness doubled within her. Small breaths were executed as her wide, purple eyes tried to gain either brothers attention to stop shouting. Thankfully, their mother returned and the chaos ceased.
"What's with all this fighting? Hayden are you alright?" The tone of worry in her voice panged Rose's heart even more. She shrunk back from the whimpering mess to fold in on herself. Each pup had their own story to tell, but one fact was certain, Rose was the cause of it all. The maternal gaze had Rose lowering her entire body to the ground, eyes closing. "Go on, your father is up a head," she could hear her mother tell the others. Rustling of light pawsteps and the warmth of her mother had her shaking. She feared she would be punished.
"Honey, look at me," her mother would say above her and for a moment Rose would hesitate before slowly looking at her mothers concerned face. "Are you alright?" the words had relief flooding through her chest, her mother wasn't mad. Why would she? She knew her pups and knew how Hayden was, how Soren and Kendrix were. So there would be no blame from those silver eyes that held so much love, but there was blame in Rose's heart that would not go away.
Pawing at the ground in front of her, it took a moment to answer. Of course she would not burden her own mother with the beginnings of insecurity. "I'm fine, mom," she would say with a small sigh, rising to her paws to prove the point. "I should've known not to spook Hayden... I'm sorry," she said softly, glancing back to her mother's ever loving figure. How badly Rose wanted to be like her, so badly that almost a spike of jealousy began, but it was soon washed away with her mothers smile and gentle nuzzle.
"Darling, you shouldn't be apologizing to me, but to your brother," was the motherly advice given, "lets go find them so that you can do that." With those words the white goddess that Rose adored began to move away and just as quickly was Rose on her heals. Finding the group, Rose's heart began to beat rapidly, she felt embarrassed for the scene she caused. Almost hiding behind her mother with ears pinned to her skull, she would peak at them.
The group seemed to have gotten over the little fiasco, quickly too. Seemed they were better off without me, was the thought that strung a chord in her chest. The feeling of insecurity returned. What was she too them if their happiness blossomed when she wasn't around? Each one had their abilities and skills that were being developed. They were obvious, yet she was just average at everything. On top of that she seemed to upset the dynamic when she was around. Of course, these thoughts that rushed through her head were only based off the one mistake she had made that day.
Finally they noticed the two white bodies standing on the side-lines. Having to quickly look normal, Rose walked forward, ears angled to the sides in guilt. "Hayden," she would say, stopping only feet away, kind of outside the group circle. "I'm sorry for scaring you," apologetically she would dip her head, eyes closed. In a moment a rush of warmth was felt as Hayden gave her a hug and whispered, "I forgive you sis." Even though Hayden forgave her, Rose was unable to forgive herself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2017 10:10:02 GMT -8
Don’t forget about these puppers <3 they all need good homes :3
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2017 19:17:33 GMT -8
Going to bump this up once again :) Please consider adopting one of these amazing babies <3
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Post by Deleted on Jan 8, 2018 13:32:45 GMT -8
Bumping this! Thanks Maru for letting us know you completed the app<3
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2018 22:37:39 GMT -8
Lolac Application:
Characters: Hunting Superior Ater , Scout Azrath , @dorseyhiccup , Breeder Lluise , Omega Macha , @mint , @miyako , Salutary Murdoch , @scenery , @stanley , @theodosia , @twizzle , @wiggles , @victor
Kendrix
Personality:
Base Personality: Leader of the litter, troublemaker, playful, intelligent, curious, stubborn, conceited
Kendrix is hardly one to subdued or outdone by those around him. He’s big and bold, preferring that he be heard at all over being seen as polite and generous. Besides, he isn’t much of a giver. Instead, he prefers to take what is his, and it is extremely rare to find him sharing what is his with another living soul. He hates sharing; if he claims it, it belongs to him and that’s that. He can become rather snappy when encouraged to share his snack or something else of his and will do just about everything to avoid that. Especially when it comes to his position as the leader of his litter, he can have quite a temper and won’t have any problem getting into a spat with someone over it. He’s persistent with his points, and often refuses things to a point where it’s easier to just let himself burn out. He’s a bit of a hypocrite however, because he has no issue with taking things from others that he believes he deserves. His views of himself are rather high, and Kendrix can become rather vain when concerning his appearance. He’s got a bit of an ego, to say the least, and this makes apologies and allowance a strenuous ritual to go through. Though he can be picky at times, Kendrix loves to get rough and take a tumble. Even when the rest of his siblings have lost all motivation to play, he continues to provoke and dash about with seemingly never ending energy. And he’s pretty good at plotting, tactics and generally being a winner when he tries. He puts full effort and enthusiasm into his work. The hoary pup absolutely radiates confidence and courage, and he’s almost always the first of his siblings to suggest an adventure or a prank that would surely get him into trouble. Rules aren’t his forte. He’s best at thinking up elaborate tricks and pranks to play on his family members, though he will eventually begin putting this intelligence and eager to learn towards something more productive like hunting and fighting. Kendrix desperately wishes to become a leader or warrior when he comes to the right age, and strives to impress adults in this sense. As he matures he will begin putting a tedious amount of effort into his work in hopes of achieving his childhood dreams. His curiosity and eagerness to learn more and more is never ending, and he’s a constant fountain of questions and self-taught information.
Even being a little bratty, Kendrix can be good brother when he really tries. Though he often seems a little mean toward his siblings and others, he certainly loves his family and would protect them to the death if it came to that. He works hard to encourage and make use of his siblings when they aren’t feeling up to speed. He also holds great admiration for his parents, who he views as inspiring leaders and role models.
Appearance:
Add Ons: Green Eyes
Kendrix is rather plain in appearance, especially in comparison to his family members. Unlike the stunning porcelain fur of his mother or the radiant sunset coat of his father, Kendrix possesses a rather average pelt of silver and hoary. A saddle pattern lays along his shoulders and flank, brushed with a graphite hue to make it stand out. Around his stomach and chest is where his fur fades, as if bleached, to something of a light dove tone which also coats his paws and masks his face. In short, he looks like a nimbus cloud, even more so when his fur is splayed about him in a light-catching frizz. Perhaps the most unique thing about his looks are the stunning malachite green eyes and he is, oddly enough, the only one in his known family who possesses such a charming feature. Though currently oversized and awkward, Kendrix will grow into his body in time. Sporting muscles and size over flexibility and leaness, he will grow to a height of 3’5”, a length of 6’4” and a weight of 125 lbs. Because of his fiery spirit, quick temper and bushy pelt, Kendrix has earned himself the nickname “Cumulonimbus” which he wears with a certain amount of pride.
RP Sample:
Warm light spread like butter across the little cumulonimbus, caressing his side with a waking heat. Blinking drowsily at the blinding white that marred his vision, the hoary pup arose from his resting place beside his little brother Hayden, ignoring the babyish yet demanding snuffles of his brother as he pulled himself away and flopped near the doorway, energy low but curiosity high as he opened malachite eyes long enough to spy his stunning parents already awake and conversing. Perking an ear and leaning in, he was fortunate enough to pick up on one exciting word: “Hunt.”
Practically cackling with glee, the little cumulonimbus dashed back into the den with newfound energy, excitement spreading the widest smile on his youthful face. “Guess what! Guess what!” He cried, pawing his siblings demandingly as he desperately tried to awaken them. Behind him his bushy tail thrashed to and fro. His joyous call was met with uncomfortable shifting and a few groans before the litter fell still again. “Get up!” Kendrix barked, his voice sharp with a dominant edge as stood over his slumbering littermates, head high and stilled tail raised in the position he sometimes saw his parents use around strangers. Lacy, yawned and stretched into a seated position, simultaneously prodding Rose who also began to rise. The other four also began to awaken, a mass of grumbles and mumbling filling the den.
“What are you squeaking about?” Lacy half-yawned, her pearly eyes connecting with his own as she inquired. Pleased that someone finally cared, Kendrix could hardly contain himself as he blurted out, “Mom and dad are taking us on a hunt!” He was met with silence.
Frowning, he started again, slightly slower this time. “Uh, didn’t you guys hear? Mooooom and daaaaad are taking us on a huuuuuunt! We get to hunt!” He practically squealed, prancing around the den as his dad called for the litter to come outside. “We’re all going out together to practice our hunting skills, so come on out,” Kendrix’s smile only widened as he dashed from den, oversized paws slamming on the ground as he skidded to a stop in front of his parents. “I’m ready!” His parents smiled cheerfully toward their frenzied son, a sparkle of amusement in their eyes at his unending excitement. He could hardly stand still, jitters traveling down his spin as his brothers and sister clumsily exited from the open mouth of their home, half of them yawning and the other half plainly happy. Grouping together, Kendrix jauntily paced as he waited impatiently for his parents to stop rambling on.
“I'll lead today.” The confident, silky smooth voice of a certain spoiled brat made Kendrix’s stomach churn and stopped him dead in his tracks, the smile dropping dead from his face. Whipping around, Kendrix settled narrowed eyes on Soren, bitterness resting on his tongue as he stared the male down. How dare he? How dare he? Everyone knew that Kendrix was the leader, that he led the hunt, that he ruled the den. How could Soren betray him like this?! The charcoal brushed whelp watched with a storm brewing in his chest, face distorting in anger as little princey trotted in front of his siblings, sparkling blue eyes resting with taunting satisfaction on Kendrix. That was the last straw, Soren was just asking for it now.
The hoary brute stamped his oversized front paw on the ground before him, starting his amble up to the front of the litter. Bumping his ‘perfect’ brother aside with a harsh jab to his ribs, Kendrix stepped up, narrowed eyes gloomy at the prospect of betrayal. “Hey!” Soren’s yelp made the rimy pup spin his blocky head toward him, malachite eyes gleaming furiously as he stared down at his brother. The two locked eyes, green clashing with blue as the two glared forcefully at one another. Thrusting his chin upward, Kendrix lifted his tail above his back in an instinctive, dominant position. He wouldn’t let Soren take over, not this (or any other) time. This litter was led by him, and everyone knew it. They wouldn’t betray him, would they? Not like this backstabber of a brother, who climbed tenderly to his dainty little paws, digits spread for balance as he shook strands of moss from his pearlescent coat. His stance was regal, his stoic expression perfect for a usurper.
Snarling, Kendrix stomped forward, pushing his face into his brother’s with a low rumble, accidentally alerting their eavesdropping mother that something had gone wrong as she hurriedly spun around at the snappy puppy growls and bustled over in bewilderment. Out of his peripheral vision, the porcelain blur of his mother appeared, her face concerned, deep understanding buried in her motherly gaze. “Kendrix,” His mother’s stern tone was a warning, no longer amusement in her lilac gaze. Her somber threat was ignored as Kendrix advanced on the more frail form of his kin, glowering with rage as he made to push him over.
Soren didn’t budge, instead snapping his head forward and clamping his teeth around Kendrix’s ear, yanking his head downward and causing the charcoal and silver pup to yip in surprise. His ear ached as Soren wrenched it about and Kendrix yanked backwards in an attempt to get him to release. Steam was practically coming out of his ears now as he finally resorted to lurching around and downward, snatching up the skin on Soren’s throat and snagging it in his teeth before pulling hard in the opposite direction.
“That’s enough!” Startled, both released their grip on each other, swiveling to look with wide eyes at their furious mother, and Hayden who had taken cover behind one of her legs. “If you two can’t suck it up and act your age, then you are no longer allowed to come with us.” Her words were stern, final. Yet she was met with backlash from both.
“What?!” Kendrix turned fully away from his brother, turning directly toward her with lower lip already protruding in a pout as she began to gather their other siblings. “That's not fair!” Soren whined, his voice heightening into a higher pitch than normal. “You… you can’t do that! I-I’m the best hunter!” He stuttered out, bewildered and confused at his mother’s sudden decision to leave him (and Soren) behind. He shifted back, plush banner and ears drooping as her disappointed gaze fell over him. “You two aren’t mature enough to come with us. If you can’t coexist with your own brother, than you can do all the fighting and arguing you want here without disrupting the experience the rest of your siblings want.” Her intensity made the little brute back down rapidly, only a scowl on his face as he spun around and trudged back to the den, head held high despite his wounded pride.
Seating himself with a huff in the shadows of the den, Kendrix pouted, paws swiping patterns in the dirt that made the floor of their den when he heard the eerily light padding of Soren as he entered. Not bothering to look at him as he took a seat across the hollow, the hoary pup angrily scratched at the dirt, scowl deepening as he failed to tolerate his kin’s presence. “Why’dja have to do that?” He finally spat, bitterness clear in his voice as he continued to claw the ground in front of him, leaving sharp lines criss-crossing the dirt. “Everyone knows that I’m the leaduh.” His voice was gravelly with uncried tears as he finally glared in his brother’s direction, malachite eyes squished into slits. Soren turned his way with a look of disgust upon his prim and pretty features, crystalline blue eyes glowering at Kendrix. “Whatever.” He snarled, velveteen muzzle wrinkling as he thrust his haloed crown back toward his designated side.
Kendrix rumbled, clenching his eyes shut and taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. Momma had always said to try and work things out diplomatically, without breaking skin. He didn’t want too, but the little cumulonimbus climbed to his awkwardly sized paws, and turned to look at the pretty little pup that was his sibling. Without a second to waste, his anger set in once again, raging like a storm inside him as he stared hatefully at the pompous little puppy. Deep breath in, hold, release. In, hold, release. Repeating the phrase like a chorus in his brain, Kendrix padded softly over to the hunched and tensed form of his sibling, quietly plopping his rump onto the cool dirt beside Soren, tail slapping the floor as he did so in a single wag.
After a moment of reluctant silence, Kendrix spoke up with an indignant tone, “Sorry…” His face burned with embarrassment, hatred for the submission he was showing. He didn’t like to give up what was his, and certainly didn’t want to apologize for his actions. How wasn’t his reaction reasonable?! Bitterness gripped at his emotions, even as he remembered that he was doing this for his momma. She would have wanted him to apologize because it was the, “responsible thing to do.”
Soren glanced toward him, the annoyance held in his expression melting away a little as he responded. “Alright,” Kendrix frowned, brow jumping down and muzzle wrinkling in disgust and irritation. That was it? That was all he got? Soren should be apologizing to him! He was the one who stole his position and then got them both kicked out of the hunting trip! “Thanks,” Soren’s following grumble quelled the young brute’s blossoming fury, calming him with just a single word of courtesy.
The two siblings sat in awkward silence, neither bothering to look in the other’s direction. “Hey,” Kendrix sighed, lightly bumped his brother’s shoulder, a mischievous grin spreading his lips as he bounded to his paws. “Wanna go wrestle?” His smile, knowing and devilish, still possessed an inviting quality as Soren looked over at him with a cocked brow. “Yeah? I’m gonna win you know,” His cocky words were the perfect challenge to Kendrix, and he could feel himself growing giddy as his brother trotted past him into the patchy sunlight. Grinning with glee, issues forgotten, the silver pup dashed out after him, excitement jolting through his veins. “Just go ahead n’ try!”
OOC: @zero & @athena |
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2018 18:23:32 GMT -8
Bumping :) These babies are still available to experienced adopters and we have not made any final decisions yet. Please consider adopting!
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2018 21:32:58 GMT -8
Applying for: Ashton Characters: @dis Koro @aili @helios @niqo @cersiren Aenemys
Appearance: Ashton is an almost equal mix of his two parents appearance-wise. From his mother, he inherited striking white eyes, almost appearing completely opaque, and they tend to reflect the colors surrounding him. They brightly contrast against his thick, dense coat, a beautiful integration of soft golds and oranges and coppers which he inherited from his father. The reddest part of him is his ears, while his head and tail are more orange and his body is more of a gold with slightly red undertones. He has unique dark markings around his eyes and a thin white strip leading upward on the bridge of his muzzle, as well as a couple white paws and a white tip on his tail. The more apparent trait that he, and his siblings, inherited from their father is their wolf-dog genetics, though Ashton’s build appears slightly more wolf than dog. Ashton also inherited his size from his father, being on the larger side, but third largest to his brothers, Soren and Kendrix. In the future, it will be found that Ashton is muscularly built, making his strength easy to see. However, not being exceedingly large, his frame and build will still allow for some agility and speed, allowing a good balance of skill sets.
Personality: Using Given Base Personality: Daring, goofy, shy occasionally, courageous, laid back, insecure, sociable.
Ashton had always been forward, brave. It seemed challenges were exciting for him, maybe even a thrill; perhaps it was his daring side, urging him to delve into the unknown. Make something seem like a challenge or a dare, and it was likely Ashton would go for it. His courage becomes especially apparent in unfamiliar situations, when he is happy to be the first to 'test the waters,' to delve into the unfamiliar, to instill courage in others by using his own. This bright, sociable male has no trouble getting along with others. The goofy and humorous sibling of the litter, wolves seem to always find themselves smiling when they are around him, with a laid-back disposition that seems to put others at ease. Combining these traits, he comes off as a confident and energetic individual, someone hard to dislike, someone rarely seen in a negative light. This, at times, he feels is a facade to his inner emotions, as although he appears so bright on the surface, at times, he can be insecure, and even a bit shy. The young male does his best to hide his insecurity, and only those close to him may be able to see it in a fleeting moment. Many wolves would not expect this of him; they see a wolf who is friendly, brave, always the first to try something new and make someone feel at-ease, as well as seeing a wolf who has nothing to be insecure about. However, his shyness and insecurity go hand-in-hand. At times, he may doubt himself, his abilities, his place in the pack and among his siblings, and what others think of him. While the male’s insecurity does not affect him at large or constantly, it still lingers around his thoughts and mind.
Roleplay Sample: The air was cold that morning, a certain crispness in the breeze nipping at Ashton's nose and making his furs stand on end. The feeling seemed to pierce straight through his coat and prickle at his skin, inducing a small shiver. No doubt, this was the first of many coming cool winter mornings. Though the den felt entirely more comfortable than outside, Ashton found himself crawling out of the opening, stretching his spine as he did so. It seemed the morning's chill had settled into his bones, and they gave small cracks and pops as he stretched, slowly chipping away at the morning stiffness that plagued his limbs. He shook his thick, orange coat as if to throw the chill off of his body, but not to much avail. While it seemed to shake some of the sleep from him, it all but dislodged the chill, and he could not suppress yet another shiver running down his spine and through his body. Oddly, he did not see one of his siblings out and about yet, they must still be sleeping or have left the den area. Ashton walked forward a bit, steely, crystalline eyes scanning for a familiar form and squinting slightly as the weak morning light shone through trees, dappled shadows rippling across his fur as he walked.
He took a deep breath, the chilly air pricking the insides of his nostrils in an almost hostile seeming manner. If only this morning held any reminiscence of Autumn, thought Ashton, missing the way the sun used to melt the chill off his coat in the morning. This morning, the sun had no such kind solace. An empty stomach let out a complaintive growl, drawing Ashton’s attention away from the chill and instead to his hunger, an excitement beginning to buzz in his paws. Recently, Logan and Lilac had begun to teach the litter to hunt, and now at every slight hint of hunger Ashton felt, it became an exciting possibility to practice his new abilities. Looking around one more time, he didn’t see his parents nor any of his siblings, and thus set off to find breakfast, a copper blaze amidst a gray winter landscape, the colors of the morning barely starting to slowly seep into the world as if someone had spilled their watercolors at the edge of the page.
The brightly-colored youth wouldn’t wander far, and he wouldn’t be long. At least, he would be back by the end of this beautiful morning. Pink and orange smeared across the horizon like a finger-painting upon a silvery canvas, a fog hovering above the ground as if the trees were breathing, exhuming little puffs of clouds into the cold air as Ashton was. Despite the chill of the morning, there was an imperturbable feeling hanging in the air. Perhaps it was the quiet that hung amidst the trees, interrupted only by the distant trills of birds and the whispers of a breeze winding through the leaves, as though the land had not yet seemed to stir. It seemed mother nature herself was barely beginning to wake, with weak light climbing through the land in a languid manner, and glassy drops of dew still beading on spikes of grass.
Ashton had not yet wandered far from the comfort of the den when he caught sight of his victim, a whiskey-colored hare who held a quivering nose to the ground, perhaps looking for breakfast as Ashton was. Letting out a silent breath of relief at his easy find, Ashton lowered to the ground, developing muscles flexing as he got into position. As he had been about to lunge, his muscles shifting and rippling as he readied himself to spring, a voice caught his attention.
”Ashton!” called an all-too familiar voice. Ashton could not help snapping his head to look as the voice startled him, but all-too late he turned his head back and saw the furry hind-end of his breakfast disappear into some inaccessible crevice.
Ashton sighed, rising back to his paws, and turned to see the familiar golden and heather forms of two of his brothers, Soren and Kendrix, approaching him. Ashton raised a brow slightly as he saw the two apparently voluntarily together. While Ashton got along fine with the both of them, the two tended to occasionally clash. Sighing and shaking his head, Ashton met his two brothers with irked aluminum orbs, studying them. They seemed to be in quite the conniption, though Ashton couldn’t imagine what about.
”I almost had that rabbit,” Ashton said, his tone acerbic with annoyance.
”No need,” quirps his brother Soren.
”We’re going on a hunt today. A real one, with real prey, big prey,” Kendrix chimes in, elation playing across his face.
At first, Ashton’s stomach dropped, the excitement practically flooring his organs. His mouth hung open, and suddenly he began to feel warm despite the cold, a buzzing reverberating in his legs. However, shortly after his initial reaction, his brow furrowed and he shifted on his paws as insecurity rolled over his fur like a wave, washing away the warmth that had just begun to spread through his skin. They had barely begun to learn to hunt small prey, now they were supposed to go on a real hunt? Trepidation began to claw at his insides uncomfortably, like fingers, as he thought of embarrassing himself, of screwing up. What good would he be if he couldn’t hunt? Shaking it off, the blaze of a wolf opened his maw to respond.
”Wow, already?” Ashton says, unsure of anything else to say. He was trying to ignore the slight feeling in his gut of impending chagrin.
”Yeah, aren’t you excited?” Soren’s voice chirrups, his head tilting slightly. Mostly, Ashton wants to retort, but doesn’t. ”Come on, everyone’s waiting on you,” Soren finishes, pointing his chin to the den area, and promptly turning around with Kendrix. Ashton followed shortly behind them, the orange youth shoving all insecurities and doubts out of his head, and instead focusing on his excitement. As the three wove down the declivity towards where their siblings awaited, a smile stretched across the adolescent’s face. Though a small bit of fear lingered, as though dangling on a string in the back of his mind, excitement was beginning to inundate his mind, and he could not help but feel that this would be awesome.
@athena (omg I tagged the wrong person I’m sorry xD) So sorry it took me almost a month to do :/ Life got a bit hectic. I'm just going to turn it in as is. Thank you for your patience!
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2018 14:50:44 GMT -8
Bumping again :) for those who have unfinished applications, I would appreciate if you guys could finish them up when you get the chance - that or delete the application if you’re no longer interested. If you still would like to finish your post but do not have the time, please let me know and I’ll be happy to hold off decisions for your pup. We are still accepting apps on all of the pups, however we may be deciding the role players for some of them shortly so that we can get things rolling :)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2018 12:06:55 GMT -8
Posting DeadlineI would like to see all applications finished by this Sunday, June 10th. If applications are not finished by then I may not consider you to have the pup you are applying for. I apologize for the rush, but really there is no rush as this thread has been open for 8 months. With hope, I plan to jump start this family in the next two weeks. There will be a timeskip where the pups are all one month old, and I plan to move the family in with Rowans group. If chosen for one of the pups, as you begin roleplaying them they will be able to walk and see, although they may not have the best speech nor balance. Also, please note that unfortunately Logan/Zero will no longer be with us. Because of this, Hayden will no longer be apart of the litter.
I also would like to announce that @weayaya will be playing Midori :) Her application is prime example of what I am looking for, and I can't imagine choosing anyone better.
As for the other pups, don't be discouraged! I still haven't made final decisions primarily because I have word that others may be applying and I would like to give them an equal chance.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 7, 2018 19:58:13 GMT -8
Current Characters: @flint , @dante , @koga , @mochi , @beelzebub , Alpha Rowan , @astro Pup(s) I Am Applying For: Lacey Personality Expansion:Outgoing | Easily Likable | Cheerful | Adventurous | Daring | Gullible From an early age blessed with blissful unawareness, Lacey is forever the eternal optimist of her peers, the bright-eyed and bubbly within carnage’s wake. Simultaneously the sympathetic, reasoning mediator and the adventurous hiss of temptation, Lacey will lovingly serve as her sibling’s impish partner-in-crime, the clever, incredibly convincing expeditionary, and the bane of her mother’s existence, at least as a pup. While bearing every bit of her mother’s likeness in appearance, unfortunately, Mom’s graceful manners and well-behaved ways have failed to fully inherit. While never wanting to cause trouble necessarily, Lacey will lead plenty an expedition away from camp that went slightly wrong, in more ways than one. Regardless of any mischief she’ll make, she’ll always know just what to say to cheer everybody up, always wielding a good joke or clever, thoughtful compliment to brighten the bad days, weeks, months. Although quite admittedly gullible at times, there is a delightful appeal in Lacey’s innocence, something wonderfully serene in her inherent naivety that nobody can ever completely bring themselves to hate. Starting from childhood, a candid air will cloak every conversation this slick, playful sweetheart enters, as if she knew her partner for practical eons rather than a mere five minutes. From her fiery daringness to any potential airheaded trials she’ll take with a wag, all wolves alike find it difficult to not adore her. Appearance: Lacey adopts gentle features, a narrow maw alongside downward sloped eyes; the embodiment of daintiness, only weighing at 100lb. Each limb streamlined, gently propelling the female to a respectable height of 3’2”. Her pelt is frostbitten, a stark contrast to the world around her. Without fail, Lacey is an enigma, fiery beauty laid so gracefully a top alabaster features. Along her forehead and maw are caramel stains, where the sun happens to touch her the most. The same hues brush along her ears, ever so slightly down the slope of her thin back. Evenly proportioned at a length of 5’10”, a dense coat constantly covers thinly muscled limbs, hidden strength in an outwardly unintimidating package. Roleplay Sample: Her mother had a particular word she liked to use to describe Lacey and the mishaps that she got into. Not even a fun word either, like ‘toys,’ ‘dessert’, or ‘mud puddles’, but something boring and terribly, mind numbingly tedious, with one syllable too many tacked onto the end. She was ‘troublesome.’ She, personally, saw no issue with trouble, per-say, or at least the things that her mother had labeled such, like personally leading her siblings in a mud roll, or eating a carcass that had oddly green at the middle, or tottering on the edge of nearby pitfalls to see who had the best balance. They were all wonderful fun; if they were trouble, did that mean trouble would come with fun? That didn’t seem like so bad a trade. Besides, her brothers and Midori thought she was freakin’ awesome. Rose always remained a tad shy, but as long as she remember to bring her back something pretty from their exploits, she would smile, and everything would be alright. Which brought her to her current predicament. It was morning dark, the very best kind of dark because everybody knew the sun would inevitably paint the path back home, and no one was up beside her! She’d been up for hours waiting for somebody, anybody else to wake up so that she could finally shift her attention from thin, falling sides and soft, heaving snores, sneak off, and go adventuring! It was no fun if you did it alone. Everybody knew that, which made the fact that nobody was awake even more infuriating. Carefully, she concentrated her vision on her brother Ashton. Perhaps if she thought about him waking up hard enough, he would actually do it! “Ashton,” Lacey whispered softly, hoping that he would miraculously lift his auburn head and answer. No response. More drastic measures were needed. Taking care not to step on any of her sibling’s bodies, she crept over, precariously placing a thin alabaster snout in a flattened ashen ear. “ASHTOOOOON!” She whisper screamed, which everybody knew was the loudest sound. “Hmm?!” Panicked, the pup jolted upwards, shoddily blinking sleep from his eyes. Lacey giggled; what could he even have expected? It was always her. “It’s me silly,” she whispered, taking care to ensure her mama’s ears hadn’t yet heard. “Come with me. I wanna’ go exploring. Ashton looked at her incredulously. “The sun hasn’t risen yet!” He yawned, lowering back onto his original pillow, Soren’s pelt. “Which makes it,” she stressed slowly, “The absolute best time to go. C’mon, you know I can’t wake Kendrix right now even if I wanted too, Dori always makes too much noise, and Soren’s too hard to convince. You know why I always ask you?” She added slyly, wagging her tail slowly. “It’s because you’re my favorite, Ashton. The best adventurer!” She giggled softly, deftly swiping a salmon tongue across his muzzle. “So come with me!” Those were the magic words, the keys to her brother’s heart. Instantly, his ivory eyes brightened, branding the beginnings of this adventure a sure fire success. As long as he stayed on her side, everything would always wind up alright. Carefully, they crept from their den and into the dark, absolutely fearless, as long as they could feel the faint brush of the other’s fur. The dark wasn’t scary! Nothing was! Boldly, with the confidence they could take on anything, they adventured into the open, tasting the tender, soft flakes that fell down from the sky every so often. This new land- Brush Lands, Mama had called it –was a tad more difficult to make their way through, with tall, clustered grasses, and sloping, deep snowdrifts that if they weren’t too careful with, they would fall right in and get wet! Which Ashton did. Four times. There were large, dark, hidey-holes too, similar to the hidey-hole Momma had picked for them all too sleep in together. Perhaps if they looked, they’d find a better hole! And wouldn’t Momma be impressed? “C’mon Ash,” she giggled softly. “We’re gonna find a better bed.” Cautiously, she crept towards the largest hidey-hole, sticking her muzzle in to investigate. “Heeelloooo?” She called playfully, listening to her own voice echo within the walls. Suddenly, a single eye shot open, wide and grey and gaping. Stumbling backwards into Ash, she froze, watching in horror as the eye rose into what seemed like the largest wolf she’d ever soon. Wait- no, no! It wasn’t even a wolf; just a dark shapeless mass shambling forwards unevenly, as though a leg gave out, and with a single eye just watching! Terrified, she watched as the muzzle entered moonlight; sharp, white teeth shining in the grey moon gleams, perfect for crunching down and eating little pups like her and Ash. A sinister, knowing smile curled the creature’s lips; a baying, sudden bellow shaking the clearing: “Boo!”“MAAAAAMAAAAA!” Lacey wailed, turning on her heel and bolting back to the den as fast as her little, white limbs would carry her. “THERE’S A CYCLOPS TRYING TO EAT ME!”
Tagged:@athena - Hope you enjoyed my interpretation of the Lolac pups first encounter with Rowan <33
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2018 21:27:27 GMT -8
As promised, the deadline has been reached and these babies are no longer for adoption.
@marusya, thank you for trying out for Rose. I think your application represented her well, so you will be playing her :)
@scenery, I've never seen a dull moment in any of your applications or even your characters. I'd be more than happy to give you Kendrix.
@cersiren, you played Ashton almost exactly how I wanted him to be, and I think you're more than capable to take on Ashton.
@flint, last but not least, as always your application is more than acceptable and I can't think of a better person to correctly play Lacey's outgoing persona :)
Thank you all for applying, and obviously everyone got the pup they wanted. If you guys have any questions, please feel free to let me know. I'm going to be pretty busy until about friday(ish) with work, so I may or may not get a post out for Lilac to include a timeskip to introduce the babies. You can always copy and paste the picture from this thread and make the characters. I will for sure have a post out by sunday and we can start this up :)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2018 14:39:39 GMT -8
@athena Thank you so much! Also, feel free to message me if there’s anything you want to let me know or change, go ahead!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2018 20:00:27 GMT -8
Hello everyone :) New update:
Unfortely Rose and Midori will not be going to their original adopters due to circumstances unknown to me until now. With that said, the two female pups will again be put up for adoption for any experienced member to apply for. I look forward to reading more applications <3
I still must get things running, so I will be placing a new deadline of July 4 for members to apply. I believe two weeks and a half is adequate time for anyone to submit an application here if interested, however by that night if one (or both) of the pups have not received applications or, in my opinion, have not received any acceptable applications, they will be assumed lost at birth and we will continue on with the 4 pups already adopted out :)
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