| This is it! The page you've all been waiting for! The ADOPTION PAGE! Yay! Currently my adoptions up are: Closed (except as poss. gifts): Horses Lovely Ladies Wolorses Wolves Tribitti Contests: Currently none |
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| ...tribitti... You walk through a small valley. Clouds drift lazily above your head. A little pond in the center of the valley, bordered by cattails, attracts your attention. You walk down and sit on a wooden dock, and gaze into the clear water. Suddenly you hear rustlings in the bushes behind and to the left of you. You whirl around and see...nothing. You shrug and dismiss it as the wind. A second later your ears are bombarded by the howlings and yippings of some strange creature by your side. You turn to face the creature and it tumbles off into the water, sitting down with a small splash, a surprised expression on its small, pointed face. It stares up at you and you stare back. It looks like a wolf or a jackal, only it's very long-legged, and it has wings like an oversized dagonfly. It could probably fit in the palm of your hand. It gets up and shakes water onto you, then clambers up the bank and pretends not to notice you, grooming itself carefully, like a cat. You call out to it-"Sorry if I scared you!" The creature swivels long pointed ears, swishes its tail, gives a disdainful sniff, and sticks its nose in the air. After a few seconds it turns to face you. You are? You really are! How extraordinary! It flies up onto the dock, and then to your shoulder, peering into your face, its long whiskers tickling you unmercifully. It laughs-a strange sound, like the squeaking of a mouse and the ringing of a small bell. Who are you? it asks in a voice like a squeaky toy. You tell it your name. Hmmm. I've never seen you here. That's funny, 'cuz I see everything. You explain that you came here expecting to find tribittis. It gives you a long measuring stare. Why? it asks finally. "To adopt," you say. The creature gives a joyful chirp and nearly topples back off of your shoulder. Well then! You've come to the right place! I'm a tribitti, and I was sent to see if you're the one Electra told us about, the one who would foster a tribling. Right this way! I shall introduce you to my pack, and then you can be on your way with a brand new tribitti child! That is, if you provide the proper information and the Royal Majesties, Alej'Chyanel and Isauk'Huroco, accept your application. NO TRIBLINGS AVAILABLE! |
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| ...wolves... The long howl of a wolf splits the silence in two like an axe splits wood. The sound draws nearer, and you shiver, even though you know that wolves are much more afraid of people than you would be of them, and that under no circumstances have they ever eaten people..That doesn't stop the goosebumps. More voices add to the harmony, creating a musical pattern, crescendoing above the treetops. Suddenly, a small gray wolf is there, in front of you, head low, tail tucked. It seems to be a she, and a very submissive one, too. She turns to look behind her, and then back at you, avoiding your eyes as if you are her leader. You feel an instinctive need to protect her, and that seems to be what her body language was trying to accomplish, and she whines beckoningly. You stand up, making no move to resist the pull of her cry, walking forward stiffly, your hand held outwards. She sniffs it, then flicks out a long pink tongue to caress it warmly. The howling starts again, and a full wolf pack surrounds you, complete with pups. The pups bounce excitedly, beating a rhythm in time to the howling and yipping. The noise becomes deafening, then stops abruptly. A large black wolf comes forward. <Greetings human. I am Amaroq, leader of the Utopian Wolf Pack. By showing kindness to our omega, understanding her signals and responding, you have proven to us that a pup would do well to join you, wherever you may live. Do you choose to bond one? We have [NO] pups in need of a good home..If you choose to, I promise it will not be in vain. Each of our pups are healthy and strong, with beautiful markings. They have incredibly loyal instincts, and will stick by you through everything, protecting you from all harm. A wolf symbolizes a warrior and a teacher--good things to be.> Amaroq's eyes melt puppyishly, pleadingly. <Please, give one a home..it may take awhile to receive one, as the pups are reluctant to leave their mothers, but will do so eventually..Now, you have four mothers to choose from. Do so wisely. Spirit, the alpha female, the White Lady. Zing, the beta female, the Earthen, or Brown, Lady. Leshei, the gamma female, the Two-toned, or black and white, Lady. Sweet Fur, white and black, Snow Lady. And Grayling, the sweet omega, the Grey Lady. The fathers are myself, the black alpha male. Amaru, the black beta male, with a white chest. Amaraq, brown gamma male. And One-Ear, the one-eared gray omega male. When you have chosen, tell Electra.> All the pack bows to you. <Farewell for now.> NO PUPS AVAILABLE! |
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| ...wolorse... A frightening creature stalks toward you, head low, tail stiff and tall, a warning look in his--he is CLEARLY male--eye. His stocky, strong body, covered in shaggy dark grey fur, and his predatory manner suggest that he is a wolf...Sharp hooves and the mix of growl and whinny that is his voice suggest otherwise--he is equine? You cannot decide. As he comes closer, you notice a strange pattern of tattoo around his shoulders and eyes. They only add to the warrior image, and you back up. He grins, and it is not at all comforting. When he speaks, it is a harsh mix of horse and wolf, a guttural, grating language. __Greetings.__ There is no greeting in his voice. __I am Shi'ar-Bienj.__ He makes no effort to explain the origin or meaning of his disturbing name...it sounds like war. __I am a wolorse, a mix of equine and canine, as you can see. We have NO foups (foal-pups) for you now, and we may not ever. You have to prove yourself to us, in order to receive one of our kind. Get this straight, however: we are your equals, if not your superiors.__ He stalks tensely away after his short speech, and you are left with a hollow feeling of dread and a little spark of anger and fear. Do YOU have what it takes to bond? NO FOUPS AVAILABLE! |
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| ...others... Beautiful Ladies are just that, Horses are mostly of the draft-type. :D Other, random adoptions may pop-up as click n takes, soon. |
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