Perjury x Vanitas Pup Adoptions

[Cascade]

Perjury and Vanitas, the alphess and beta of Frigid Plague, have had their first litter of pups, and Gyllbane and I are adopting out the ones that we are not taking for ourselves. We will be selecting the pups' adoptees based on sample posts rather than on a first-come-first-serve basis, so please read this entire thread if you are interested in adopting.

The following pups are available for adoption:

Pup 2
Female
Mustard Gold Eyes
Ashy brown base-coat rimmed with a clay-grey stripe from the base of her skull to the tip of her tail. The entirety of her ears also this color. Her shoulders, cheeks, and hips spattered in white and golden yellow dots. Her back legs bear clay stripes, each of her feet white.


Pup 4
Female
Forest Green Eyes
Mahogany base-coat with a clay and white patch on the rump. Many white stripes overlap the patch. She has a white tail-tip as well as white ears and four white stripes up her face. Tall black stockings climb up her front legs, topped in the same okapi pattern as her sisters. Her back paws capped in okapi-esque clay boots. Her front toes are clay hued as well. Three crimson stripes adorn the shins of her right legs. Crimson edges her cheeks and nips at her ear fur. Clay color coats her chin and acts as kohl under each of her eyes.


Being raised in the Frigid Plague, the pups are most likely to be evil, although we may consider pups of other alliances if they have a compelling enough profile. We will also only be selecting applicants who are currently active.

If you would like to adopt one of the pups, please fill out the profile below and post it in this thread:

Pup #:
Flexible?: (Would you be willing to take the other pup if your first choice is taken by someone else?)
Name:
Side:
Physical build: (As an adult)
Personality: (4 sentence minimum, more is better!)
Sample post: (8 sentence minimum, more is better!)


[b]Pup:[/b]
[b]Flexible?:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Side:[/b]
[b]Physical Build:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Sample Post:[/b]

[Rykett]

Pup: 4
Flexible?: Sure!
Name: Vaitell (VAY-ee-tell)
Side: Evil
Physical Build: Vaitell has a slender build, though not exactly skinny. She is the size of your average wolf, but has large paws and wide shoulders. Because of these features, she’s very well-balanced. The outside of her ears are also slightly furrier than the average wolf’s.
Personality: Vaitell is an argumentative little scrap. She’ll complain just to complain. She is very stubborn and doesn’t want to do anything or go anywhere without protesting against it. Nothing is fair to this little pup if it doesn’t suit her. Vaitell likes to tease other wolves and push their buttons. She absolutely adores it when they react to her taunts, even if she get a bit scratched up. Vaitell always tries to figure out what makes wolves keep going instead of giving up. Then she skillfully removes whatever connection that may be to completely cripple them. She would love it if her words caused someone to go insane. She never feels compassion or sympathy for others, so she doesn’t mind emotionally tearing someone apart. She’s also an excellent liar and is very good at hiding emotions. Though most of the time, she prefers to be very vocal about her feelings. She will become very good at reading people as she continues to delve into wolven emotions and thus be a rather good diplomat and negotiator. While she loves to cause annoyance to others, she hates it when others annoy her. She’s very easily aggravated and whines loudly about whatever is annoying her.
Sample Post:
Vaitell sat glumly beneath a tall redwood. Mother had left her here while the rest of the family learned to hunt because the young pup was complaining about not hunting pheasant instead of rabbit. Pheasant were so much more delicious than stinky rabbit. It wasn’t fair. Why shouldn’t she get to choose the subject of the hunt since it was a special hunt? But, no. She was stuck here sulking, waiting for her sisters to return with their precious rabbits.

While Vaitell was mentally complaining, a young pup wandered into the clearing. He was younger than Vaitell, but not by much. He seemed confused and a little scared, but when his eyes found the Vaitell sitting beneath the tree, his face lit up with friendliness. ”Hi!” he said as he galloped over eager to befriend another pup, ”My name’s Bobby, what’s yours?”
”Vaitell,” she answered truthfully since she saw no reason to lie, ”What are you doing here?”
”Well, I’m looking for my family. They went missing just yesterday, but I’m gonna find them,” Bobby’s voice sounded sad, but hopeful and determined. Vaitell decided to extinguish the hope and leave the despair. That would be at least more fun than hunting some stupid rabbits.
”They must’ve abandoned you. Families don’t just ‘disappear.’ Didn’t they like you?”
”No, they loved me very much! Mommy always helped me clean my fur and Daddy said that one day I would be a good warrior, like him! They wouldn’t leave me.” Bobby was obviously desperate to prove his family’s love to Vaitell. Love was so easy to turn into hate.
”That’s what they all say. One day, your family’s saying how much they care about you, then poof! They’re gone. They didn’t love you. Who would ever love you?”
”You like me, though, right?”
”Of course! You’re the most lovable pup, I’ve ever met!”
”Really?” Other pups were so gullible.
”No, you idiot! I was being sarcastic. You’re actually the opposite of lovable. You’re despicable! You should just go find a pit and jump in, then stay there so no one has to look at your stupid face! Your family probably hated your face, too. They left you behind and they’ll never come back. If they ever saw you again. I’m sure they’d kill you just so they could stop seeing your face!” Tears were spilling down Bobby face. He seemed completely defeated. Suddenly new determination flickered in his eyes.
”That’s not true! You’re lying. You’re a just a big meany-head. I shouldn’t listen to anything you say,” he screamed at Vaitell. The she-pup wanted to grin, but instead faked hurt.
”What? Me, a meany-head? No, no, Bobby, I’m the most honest wolf, you’ll ever meet. I only tell people the hard truth. The truth for you is that your family’s gone and they hated you. They absolutely loathed your presence, so they left you. The only wolves that could ever love your ugly mug left. Now no one will ever love you again.” Bobby didn’t have a reply. He stared at Vaitell for a second. He sobbed then sped away, unwilling to face the wolf that’d crushed his dreams and spirit.

Vaitell released the grin and it spread across her face. ’I was wrong. That wasn’t more fun that hunting rabbits. That was more fun than anything in the entire world! I wish he could’ve stayed so I could play with him some more.’

((Got a little carried away since I wanted to show one of Vaitell's conversations...))
((Also... I kinda wrote this up in advance cause I was so excited. XD ))

[Deleted]

Pup:2
Flexible?: Yes!
Name:Semara
Side: Evil
Physical Build: Lethe and sleek, the she wolf has a longer build. She isn't very muscular, nor will she probably ever be. Her longer legs lift her high enough off the ground to be able to carry her across the ground safely. Although, if she was pushed, she would most likely stumble because of her light weight and thin build. Although, if she were to stretch her legs wider and stabilize herself, that may be less likely to happen.
Personality: Semara would have a snarky yet comforting two-face sort of personality. She would make quick comments, to accompany a frown on her face. She thinks that she looks to friendly with her coat and dislikes it greatly. Semara is one to try and impress her parents and wants to overpower her sisters like no other. Although, she would discreetly be nicer to her siblings if they were also showing kindness or if they were in need of help. Showing kindness to anyone else would be a much rarer thing.
Sample Post:
Semara sauntered past her resting siblings and stepping over her sleeping mother's tail. She was lucky so far to be unnoticed by her family, but her luck essentially ended when her father shifted and bumped her leg. Her mouth formed an angry snarl as she tumbled to the ground. Her eyes widened in fear, but she quickly rolled up and acted as though she was still resting, her back facing her family. She heard a sibling of her raise her head and huff, but their head thumped to the ground once more. With a pant, she jumped up and scowled. It's hard enough without my own stupid body getting in the way! How proud it would have made them... She left their den and galloped away from it. When it was far away she crouched down and practiced a fighting stance.

Another snarl formed on her face and she let out a growl that she was actually impressed with. She hoped that other wolves would think the same. That wasn't important at that moment. Her perfection would be. She stood straight and loped to grab a log that she had been hiding every night. Bringing it back to the place that she had been a few moments before, she twisted to face the log. Semara lunged forward and her gray muzzle snapped shut around the log and she lifted it away from the ground with force and shook her head side to side aggressively before tossing it away from herself. Then, she heard a voice from behind her. "Semara, what are you doing," her sister asked. "Practicing because I'm going to better. Mom and Dad will be proud of me. You wouldn't understand," she snapped.

[Fierfly]

Pup #: 2
Flexible?: Yes! Feel free to give away both pups, I just thought I'd give it a shot to snag this beautiful puppy!
Name: Shantias [Shan-Tee-ahs, pronounced very similarly to her father's name]
Side: Evil: she has no overwhelming desire to hurt and borders Neutral but considers herself a flexible wolf.
Physical build: Shantias is a sleek, slender huntress. Long, strong, lithe legs and decently sized paws make her an excellent runner. Ears are slightly longer, somewhat elvish in shape and very sharp, constantly pricking or shifting to learn about her surroundings. Long, lean frame, rangy, almost dangerously skinny, but don't let that fool you. She is strong for her build and is an excellent huntress. Her mother's fine profile and a long, slim, but well-furred tail for balance.
Personality: Shantias is a sharp little wolfess. Her mind is sharp and she understands things very easily. Not easily pushed over, very firm about getting her own way. She has a great deal of pepper and sass, very independent and sees herself as her own person, even as a pup eager to prove herself as worthy of her station as the daughter of an alphess. While she appreciates the wisdom of a pack she relies more on herself and leads without reaching out to others. She respects her parents and those who are loyal to them, but she isn't terribly close with her sisters and her respect is hard to earn, much less her trust or any small amount of affection she may have in her heart. A sharp mind for leading, she would be a wonderful leader, but a sharp bluntness and little diplomacy often cuts others and she quickly makes enemies and friends with her down-to-business approach.
Sample Post: Shantias raised her head, her dull gold eyes wide open, and her sharp ears flicking with interest. Birds were singing, although the golden light that Mother called the 'sun' was not yet up. Shy light was starting to reveal shapes in the lessening darkness, but the warm rays were still a long ways off, and today she was going to be out to greet them.

Mother dear was sound asleep, and so were her sisters. She wouldn't have it. She wasn't going to sleep anymore, not today! She quietly uncurled herself and moved her over-sized paws and too-long legs that she was promised she would grow into to the entrance of the den. Her sharp brown nose teased at the air. So many scents, so much to learn about her territory, so much to do.

She did not hesitate to step out of the den. For goodness (curse goodness, she was in an evil pack!) - for evilness sake she was almost 4 weeks old! It was about time she started shouldering some responsibilities and spreading her wings. It was time to leave the den and the front-yard where she and her sisters were beginning to learn to walk and wrestle. She knew her mother's scent, she wouldn't leave the territory, but it was time to explore the domain she lived in, and nothing was going to stop her.

The grass was cool and soft to her paws and a little shiver of delight at her daring and from the cold ran down her spine. The air was sharp and clear, telling her of many things but she wasn't quite sure what all they were. Ears flicked, turning like satellites to pick up every sound. A mouse skittering in the leaves, birds singing, paw steps a ways off - a howl far in the distance, a loner most likely. Would they come to her mother's border? Maybe. She almost hoped so, maybe Mother would let her come to observe an Alpha's appraisal of a potential pack member.

Suddenly the pawsteps were much closer and a scent was nearly overpowering her sensitive nose. She knew this wolf, she ought to have, she had some of his scent on her.
"And what are you doing out here so early Shantias?" her father's deep, even voice was level and calm. Was he angry with her? Frankly she didn't care, and if he was she could live with it.
"Good Morning Father," she stared up at her sire, "I was just out for a walk to explore the territory,"
 "I can see that," he replied, "But why are you alone? Where are your mother and sisters?"
She shrugged nonchalantly, "Asleep,"
 "Then your mother does not know you are out." was that a hint of a smile playing at his maw? Or was it the beginning of a sigh of exasperation?
"No," came the clear, calm, nonchalant answer from the she-pup.
Her sire stared at her for a minute, then picked her up by the scruff and started back for the den. Inwardly she seethed. She was big enough! She didn't need to be babysat any longer, she'd been fine by herself for as long as it had been. Granted that 5 minutes wasn't long, but she felt it was sufficient reason to be trusted to watch after herself. She wanted to wriggle down and start running, but with her clumsy, un-practiced limbs the getaway would be fruitless. Besides, he was her sire, and for now - and for always she supposed - she would obey. So she let her body hang limp and let him carry her back, but her sharp golden eyes and flicking elvish ears never stopped taking note of everything around her. She would sneak out again later that day, the days after that if needs be. Nothing was going to stop her from making her investigation and taking a few steps on her own.

[Cascade]

Awesome applications so far, guys Gyll and I will be making our decision this weekend. In the meantime, applications are still open!

[Deleted]

Pup: 2
Flexible?: yeah *shrugs*
Name: Purge
Side: evil sauce
Physical Build: Purge is a hulking brute of a pup. She looks more male than she probably should. She has a huge barrel chest and a thick yoke, her shoulders and haunches are thickly muscled and ripple under her pelt.
Personality: Purge is as stubborn as a mule. She’s hyper determined and is constantly striving to better herself. She works hard to maintain peak physical and mental soundness and condition. She doesn’t believe that WhiteMagic could do any better than mother nature, and thus doesn’t seek any medical attention from the mage when she truly needs it. Some may wonder where this stubborn determination comes from; the truth is, it comes from hatred. Hate for her sisters. Purge hates them all with a passion, but the highest, most pure form to hate is reserved for the crowned heir of the pack, her sister Narcotic. Purge believes that she should’ve been chosen for the honor of Alphess Regent. She knows herself to be better than her sister in every way and tries desperately to get her mother to see it. Because of the tiny amount of recognition Purge receives, she feels the need to continue improving. She then becomes hyper-competitive and focuses on the negative parts of herself and others, ready to fix them. She often challenges her peers to fights and can’t wait until she is able to fight to the death. She sees a fight to the death as the ultimate proof of adequacy. She believes that her mother will finally see her as worthy if she shows that she can command death. (obviously she doesn’t understand how death works)
Sample Post: Parry, jab, slash, parry, jab, retreat, jab, slash, PIN! These words ricocheted around Purge’s skull as she fought her sister. This was simply play. Wasn’t it? Maybe to her sibling it was, but not to her. Purge was fighting to win, fighting to win her mother’s approval of course. That and more, she wanted the crown. Purges’ ruthlessness and ambition could not be stopped. Not by her puny sister anyway. Purges large paws pinned her sister the the dirt, her chest heaving under the victor’s weight. With a reluctant nod, she let her sister up, smirking slightly at her exhaustion. Turning away she scanned the clearing for another opponent. Her father wasn’t present, but she was perfectly fine with that. He was nothing to her besides the Beta under her mother. She didn’t hate him, not at all, he was just kind of there. Purge was sure he did things other than what he displayed when he was around, but she hadn’t seen him perform anything important. It wasn’t his rank she was after, no, it was her sisters and her mother’s. Always and future Alphess of the Frigid Plague pack.
The large female pup huffed in annoyance as she noticed her other sisters lazing away in a patch of golden sunlight that streamed through the canopy above. Someday they would all be gone. When Purge became Alphess, they would be ejected from her forest, or killed. Purge couldn’t wait until she could sink her teeth into Narcotic. But alas,, she was favored by Perjury, and thus, Purge would be throwing away her career if she wounded her mother’s vision of her. Turning away from her vile siblings she began her daily laps around the den. Her muscles tightened and stretched as she galloped finding her proper gait and pace, muscular body streamlined as she ran. Running was her escape really, she would run until her legs felt like jelly, then she’d run some more, anything to get stronger. Anything for the crown.

[Gyllbane]

Alright! Thank you so much for all your apps - honestly, we had a pretty difficult time choosing. They'd all be worthy Frigid Plague pups if we had more to spare.

As it stands, we've decided that @tearinmyheart will get Pup #2, now named Semara, and Fierfly will get pup #4, now named Shantias. Feel free to go post their official bios in the Become board, and congratulations!

[Fierfly]

Ack! Really? She's mine? Oh thank-you! thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!

*Sugar rush ends*

I miss the idea of a little freckle-faced Shantias, but I'm rather getting to like her with a mask, it sort of deepens her personality. Thank-you! Y'all are awesome!

[Deleted]

*heart attack*
THANKS!
*sprints away*