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 Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 11:31 am
Ended thanx all
Kits will be drop in posts please check back
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Posted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 1:47 pm
[[ THANK YEW! ;A; <33 ]]
WE HAVE ENOUGH LOVE TO GET US INTO TROUBLE!
Adoption Forms:
Owner One's Username: ChezaRain
Parent One's Name: Pierott Quinn
Parent One's Image 
Owner Two's Username: Twitchapher the 3rd
Parent Two's Name: Belladonna.EXE
Parent Two's Image 
Owner Of Child is: Twitchapher the 3rd
Proof of Lifemating: [X]
Giving the gift of....: A family. And all the little 'pets' she needs, of course.
Child's Trouble/past : Born with virus blood, the little bowl was picked on constantly for the noticeable fact it was something out of circuitry rather than born with blood. It didn't remember family, or ever having friends, and every adoption event was the same ever since she was caught photographing when the other kits sustained serious injuries, rather than worrying over them. She was hardly let out of her room at all, seeing as how she really had no need for food.
[[ I refer to the kit as female but either gender is fine. ]]
Future rp storyline : It'll be love at first sight for the pair, and as the kit grows they'll be taught both of how her mother and father view the world, and will probably end up one little twisted bugger from it all.
Meeting the child: Prompt 1.
The room smelled as clean as bleach.
The very thought of it had Pierott reeling, and he quickly looked away from the crowded room of kits.
He didn't even want to be here. None of these creatures were worth taking home. Bella had made some kind of effort to sort through the crowd momentarily, but even she had gotten disgusted and stormed out.
"Weak bags of flesh." Had been muttered under her breath, but Pierott had managed to catch it.
He took a deep breath... and paused.
There was a scent of blood? Here?
He glanced around the main room... no, no it wasn't from here.
He glanced to the stairs and, despite a minor protest from an older woman, he followed his nose.
It was definitely getting stronger.
He stopped right in front of the source, a door that seemed to be locked from the outside.
"PIEROTT!" A shout from downstairs, but he didn't budge. She would come up on her own in a few minutes when he didn't respond fast enough.
He had to admit, it was fun messing with her... but only sometimes. If she was in the mood to deal with it.
And as he had expected she was right next to him in a heartbeat, "I don't know what in hell is keeping you from-"
He cut her off. He'll have to make up for it later, but it had to be done or she may say something... too interesting to pass up, "There's a smell of blood behind this door."
Without a second word, Bella phased right through the door and made a noticeable gasp, leaving Pierott to find the woman with the key.
And, as he had hoped, the minute he mentioned his mate was in the room, she handed it over, her eyes wide with what? Fear?
Good. This meant what was back there was worth seeing.
He quickly opened the lock, but the key broke in the process. Welp, it was definitely open now.
With a shove, he opened the door and couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Sitting quietly against the wall was a kit, small in comparison to most, and she was filthy.
And filthy would be bad enough, but dried blood was caked not only to the kit, but the floor... the walls where she could reach and splashes out of range.
Bella was staring her down, scrutinizing her, but unlike the kits downstairs, this one was showing no fear.
In fact, she was glaring down Bella and ready to fight her if necessary.
Pierott grinned a clowny grin. This would be interesting.
He walked right up to the kit, ignoring his mate's glances and the hard look in the kit's eyes at his approach.
"You're covered in blood. Why is that?" He asked, his gaze falling adoringly on the little kit.
"I get bored up here." Ah, so she was a girl kit. Her eyes flashed something.. a curious distrust, perhaps... before she went on, "They're under the bed."
Pierott's eyes widened a fraction and he glanced around.
Yup, that was the source of the smell... a wooden crate, feathers sticking out from the gaps in the wood, and it was leaking onto the floor.
He glanced back to the kit, opened his mouth to speak-
And the weather suddenly took a turn for the worst.
As the lights flickered out, the sound of someone slamming the door behind him made him think the caretaker didn't want the kit getting out.
A flickering light was drawing his attention back to the kit again, and his interest in her grew.
She was glitching. There was a distinct static around her, and her eyes were glowing a bright green for a moment before she disappeared in an instant.
There were screams and cries, and Pierott took one look at Bella... only to see she was gone as well.
The lights flickered back on, and he walked towards the door, throwing it open, and hearing the screams below.
He grinned, excitedly, and dashed down the steps, walking into the room just in time to see the kits all huddled in the corners of the room.
In the center was Bella and the kit, though Bella had the small girl wrapped tightly in an embrace. At their feet, a lesser guardian was bleeding on the floor, choking, the key to the kit's room still in her firm grasp as her eyes were bugging out from lack of oxygen.
The kit, however, seemed to be crying. Distraught.
Oh no, that wouldn't do.
Pierott walked over, and Bella clung to the kit with a hiss.
"We're taking her home. She's my kin. MINE."
Pierott laughed. A sickly, family-inherited laugh.
"Good, I wasn't going to let her stay here."
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 8:12 pm
WE HAVE ENOUGH LOVE TO GET US INTO TROUBLE!
Adoption Forms:
Owner One's Username: Milady Emerald
Parent One's Name: Patrick
Parent One's Image 
Owner Two's Username: Lord_Lilltih
Parent Two's Name: Shichi
Parent Two's Image 
Owner Of Child is: Milady Emerald
Proof of Lifemating Here
Giving the gift of....: A locket that is a silver shield with a picture of Shichi and Patrick inside. Also dangling on the chain is a small sword. (the only way Shichi would let Patrick give a child a sword and shield)
Child's Trouble/past : This poor child was thought of as "unclean" It was abandoned by its parents, left alone on the steps of a church, the only kindness they dared show to the bowl. Of course this is after not having cared for it, apparently. There were chips and cracks on the surface of the bowl, some quite severe. At first it was uncertain if the bowl would make it.
Future rp storyline : Patrick is the protector of the family but it is Shichi that can really bond with the bowl. Because of her past and the rune she and one of her children carry she was shunned as a child and longed for a friend. This gives her a unique insight into the workings of the kits mind. Patrick just stands solid as as the knight in dented and screwed up armor ( if it was all shiny he wouldn't be a very good knight now would he?). He loves the kit fiercly and uses all of his knowledge to teach the kit about right and wrong.
Meeting the child: PROMPT ONE
Taking the clipboard from the woman Patrick looked it over as Shichi fidgited, impatient to see the kit, yet staying very close to Patrick. She'd been close to dragging him to the orphanage, it had been all he could do to keep up. She'd calmed down some by the time they reached the scary house, and he could tell that was was getting scared but as usual his presence was serving to keep her calm. He quickly and efficently answered the questions, his brow raising at some of them as he finished. He handed the clipboard to the strange noodle femme with a courteous nod of his head. Following in her wake they were lead to a room, the door creaked ominously as it was opened.
Stepping inside it took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. As their eyes were still adjusting the door swung closed with a "THUMP!" that had Shichi grabbing at Patrick's paw. Then, suddenly lightening flashed and they had a brief glimps of a huddled form in the far corner of the room, body shaking in the strobing light when with a snap the lights went out and the thunder roared through the room. There was a low whimper coming from the corner and a small girlish scream from Shichi. Patrick remembered how she hated storms, it had been a storm that brought them together all that time ago. As he reached for her knowing she'd need comfort she ran forward and out of his grasp. Thinking she'd panicked and was running he called out to her "Shichi!"
Thunder rumbled, sounding close on the heels of the lightening and he heard Shichi squeak again and felt his way blindly forward towards that noise. All his protective instincts for her were going off, and he just couldn't figure out why she had ran. After his first cry he kept quiet, heading towards where he'd heard her last.
With a shock he bumped into something, and taking a sniff knew it was his mate....with another unknown noodle smell. Shichi was shaking and rocking, and Patrick thought for sure she'd gone over the edge when he registered with shock that she wasn't rocking out of fear, as he ran his paw over her he realized she was holding something.....or someone. In that flash he realized in her fear she reacted first for the kit, and secondly for herself. "Oh my dearest Lady Shichi" he said his tone thick with respect and love as he curled himself around the two shaking forms, whipping his tail about them and holding them safe. " You thought of the kit before yourself my lady" he whispered in her ear. Shichi nodded and in the following flash of lightening he could see that there were tears shining in her eyes but she kept herself in check and cuddled the poor kit.
Knowing they both needed soothing Patrick began telling a story, keeping his voice low and calm, holding them tight through the storm, just as he would through all the storms life threw at them. He was so proud of his lady, overcoming her fear to help the little one, it didn't matter what problems this child had, it was coming home with them sight unseen, and already loved.
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Posted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 1:03 am
OK NOW NOW MORE LATE ENTRIES @..@
I HAVE OFFICIALLY BEGAN TO READ THESE GUYS
thanks for the interest
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