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(Pink colored by Lithia and Green colored by Kir)

These two lovely sisters are up for grabs. Please read everything before entering!

Start: Now!
Ends: 8:15pm EST

Now I bet you're all wondering, so how are you going to win these lovely ladies? Well simple! We want to see what kind of names/personalities/backstories you can come up! There is no charge if you win.

Here is the skinny (a.k.a. The Rules):
1. Do not complain, whine, beg, etc. if you do not win! Be a fair sport or face the consequences!
2. All entries need to be posted in this thead. DO NOT post it in the main thread or PM it to either Lithia or I. Failure to follow this rule will disqualify you from the event.
3. You can work by yourself or in pairs. If you work by yourself, you can only keep one Dhole, the other MUST be given away.
4. You can enter regardless of how many SoAs and SoAsias you own. Newbies and Oldbies are both welcomed!
5. Please follow the naming rules for SoAsia!
6. If you are trying by yourself, you must name both of the Dholes but the sister that is gifted does not have to have the same name unless the owner wishes to keep it.
7. Seven? Because it's a lucky number! >=3

The application (a.k.a. The Form):
Please copy and paste this into the thread for your entry.

[b]Your Name:[/b] (Your Gaia name goes here)
[b]Pink Dhole's Name:[/b] (Name of the Pink Dhole goes here)
[b]Pink Dhole's Personality:[/b] (Give me a blurb of what she's like)
[b]Green Dhole's Name:[/b] (Name of the Green Dhole goes here)
[b]Green Dhole's Personality:[/b] (Give me a blurb of what she's like)

[b]Backstory:[/b] (This can be anything about the pair that you think is important for them. Be in an event, their former pack, anything!)

[b]Additional Notes:[/b] (If there is anything you want to add, feel free to add it here that isn't in the form.)

Your Name: Soarin`
Pink Dhole's Name: Ramiada
Pink Dhole's Personality: She’s a happy go lucky sister. She balances out her sister’s more wicked nature. She’s also more spy and active, she loves to play and babbles on.
Green Dhole's Name: Jahiebi
Green Dhole's Personality: The more dark of the two she lurks in the shadows often casting ill wishes on those who pass by her. The only person she will tolerate is her pink sister. Other then that if somebody crosses her path she’ll attack them.

Backstory: The heavens had opened up once again with a storm unlike no other. It had always seamed to be doing this since they had moved into the Lighting Marsh. Quite unnatural for all these lighting storms really. How long ago did they get there and when would it stop pouring rain? It was debatable even among the oldest of the dogs if they ever had an ounce of real sunshine. The rain streaked threw the sky and every once and again a bright bolt would illuminate the heavens showing the dogs faces every now again. Ugly and covered in scars, they would be a bunch unlikely to even grace the softest of hearts; all stood around semi-circle. The alpha’s b***h was finally giving birth and to what? The alpha’s prodigal son, rumored to make the alpha’s name go into dhole history forever. And for such a vein and stupid leader he would want nothing else then to forever be the top dog; even if it meant sharing the spotlight for a little while.

She lay there on her side glowering with a seething hatred. She didn’t want to have this puppy. For all the love in the world she had for them she knew this one would be raised with evil and hate. None of the things she believed in herself. She sighed and her belly contracted once more. The poor puppies flesh was to be born soon. Poor thing she wouldn’t even stay long enough to love them. And why should she that arrogant b*****d of an alpha overtook her and implanted his crap into her. Making her into his love slave of sorts and causing all kinds of abuse from his real mate. Finally it would all be over. No more bites, no more bowing to the alphas. When this ‘thing’ had been born. She would be gone. Although she did hold a small hope in her mind that maybe she would be able to take it to the other packs when she ran away. But it was only a small hope. Chances are if she attempted anything like that the alpha would have just hunted her down and destroyed her because of his overwhelming pig headed pride that he carried about like a badge.

Again the lighting grew bolt showing the glowing eyes of the pack – red and deliciously blood thirsty as if they might have turned on her any moment. She pushed once more and he finally was free of her loins.

‘Thank god. I’m Free…’

She mouthed out then looked down at the little ‘rat’ that was climbing steadily at her. She’d feel bad about leaving the poor thing. But it was for the best. Maybe if it was lucky it’d die before the night was out. Oh if only she was so lucky. To die was the ultimate freedom.

The rain though was relentless and kept pounding on the group, drop after drop like little blades one right after the other. The pup’s body gave a shake from the cold looking like he had more potential to die then be a king of kings. But it didn’t matter to the other dholes, watching with silence and a near hunger for what just happened. The twins had been born.The one who would make them all kings about the humans. They all threw their heads up at once in a howl not even bothering to notice the alpha’s b***h trying to struggle away from the little pup attempting to suckle milk.

‘Bunch of Arrogant Asses…’ She wished she could have growled threw her teeth and showed them what she really felt. But alas she was cowardly and the only thing she wanted to do was run out of there to die.

But alas her motherly instincts took over as much as she didn’t want them too. She pushed the small runts to her nipples to feed. Hopefully they would live long enough to satisfy each of there sick desires, she glared again.

Finally the small pups had settled into feeding from her breast. There paws pressing up against her warm body knowing nothing of the feud that was going on between the bunch. All he knew was the warm milk that penetrated every bone there little bodies. Ah this was the best part about being a pup they surmised not even knowing the hell to come. The shaking from the rain lessoned the more he consumed. It was probably the easy moments in his life unknowingly.

The girls mother looked down. It was now or never. She grasped the girls in her maw and ran as fast as her paws could carry her. But she wasn’t quick enough and the alpha over took her the pups cast down to the ground. He laughed and looked down and with a bellowing laugh killed her. The green sister saw it all while the pink was too far under her mothers fur shaking in fear.

Jahiebi would save her sister later in life running away feeling cowardly. It was why she skulked in the dark shadows. If it wasn’t for her sister she would have gone crazy from the anger. One day she would go back and over take that b*****d. Punish him for what he did to mother. One day they both would learn the evil from the alpha ran threw their veins.

Additional Notes: I like pie XD

Your Name:Doodle p***s
Pink Dhole's Name:Xajr Siber
Pink Dhole's Personality: Feisty and Vibrant, Xajr is one who loves life and the land that provides for her life. While she'll put her whole heart into something, she rarely lets anything bring her down, always looking for the rainbow within the storm of things.
This outlook, causes many who wish to see her crumble, to use her in hurtful ways.
Green Dhole's Name: Saxi-boj
Green Dhole's Personality: Protective of her sister, Saxi find herself keeping a close eye on all that go near her, even their parents were watched closely. Not as open as her sister with others, she is looked upon as being cold and slightly distant, as if she holds herself higher than all. But the truth to the matter is, she feels her sisters pain, feels the hurt that others cause her, whilst her sister merely just brushes it off.

Backstory: Their parents always whispered, like something awful was going to happen. Saxi didnt understand it, she'd look to her sister, a blood muzzle, or banged up, and yet she smiled so happily.

Her parent's whispered more, something..was off about their pink touched daughter. Saxi did not like the whispers about her sister, ears pulling back, she grew closer to her happy sister, and found utter delight being so close.

The pair were matched perfectly.

But then it happened.

Another of their pack, has asked Xajr to fetch something for her. And, like always, Xajr only saw the good in everyone, and went to do it. And it was a set up, this pack member had been in with a rival pack, and had sent Xajr to her death. This would surely start a war between the packs.

That was the plan of it.

The first wave a pain that rocketed through Saxi's body caused her to howl in alarm. Looking for her sister, she noticed her missing...another wave of pain sent her to her belly with a whimper.

Slinking off into the shadows, she raced to find Xajr. Something was wrong!
Each stepped caused her body to be wrenched in pain, to make her ill with it. Wiping a bit of vomit from her muzzle, she continued. To find her sisters limp body, laying there, the warriors of their pack already on the counter attack, taking her sisters bloodied scruff into her muzzle, she dragged her away...Away from the dangers of the pack, of the fighting, the dangers of others to Xajr.

Nursing her sister back to health as much as she could in her own state, she was overwhelmed with joy when Xajr came back into heath quickly, and taking over to nursing her sister.

Saxi told her sister the first lie she'd ever muttered, told her how their pack had been attacked and all were dead...that they had to move on...Xajr mourned their fallen pride as if she had given them all life, it hurt Saxi to see her in such a way, but she felt it was better this way...Saxi could protect her..right?

Additional Notes: Why does awesomesauce come when Lil is a grumpy?

Your Name: [Eskimo]
Pink Dhole's Name: Jagän'lai (Pink mud)
Pink Dhole's Personality: The older sister. Sometimes blunt and more tough than feminine, Jagan is the rock of the pair--the leader and the plan-maker. She is by no means more brawn than brain, however. She calls the shots. But above all else, she looks out for her younger sister.
Green Dhole's Name: Söl'tsai (Green tea)
Green Dhole's Personality: The younger sister just by a small margin. She seems quiet and very intelligent, more feminine than her sister. But many become wary of the cold, plotting stare this girl sometimes gives. She listens to her sister's every word and always goes to her for advice.

Backstory:


A male dhole's head collided with a rock--his eternal pillow--his grave stone. A spray of blood marred the sleek gray, and a scream rang out into the clouded sky, echoing through the nearby snow-covered mountains.

"SOL'TSAI!" came another cry--vicious, shocked, and loud. A brown dhole clambered through her hiding place in the bushes, green eyes vivid as she raced out into the open. Her steps faltered as she grew nearer to the gruesome sight, lips curling into a disgusted, horrified sneer. She reached the side of her frantic sister and met her eyes with an extremely serious look, teeth bared and pupils thin.

"This was NOT supposed to happen, Sol'tsai." said the brown and pink dhole, her own body trembling slightly, perhaps from adrenaline, or perhaps from fear of the consequences of what had just occurred.

The brown and green dhole clenched the earth in her claws, mouth gaping and eyes wandering in a panic over the male dhole before her. She watched the trickling of blood trail down the rock he lay against--a red waterfall of death.

She had killed him.

"I..." she breathed gently, ears folding in shame and horror. She hobbled backwards and turned around, facing away from the corpse. "I know, Jagan'lai," she said, her voice more stern than before as she tried to regain her composure. "I don't know what happened...I--"

"Don't know what happened?" Jagan'lai echoed, some spark of astonishment lighting her eyes. A hint of a smirk lined her maw as she continued, her body shuddering as she yelled, "You KILLED HIM, that's what happened! This wasn't part of the plan. It's NEVER part of the plan, you know that. I was right there," she jerked the side of her body to the right, "hiding if something should happen--if something should go wrong. And the girls are--"

"THE GIRLS--..." Sol'tsai cried suddenly, unable to take the frightening lecturing of her older sister anymore. "The girls ran away!" she choked, tears filling her eyes. Her head moved left and right every so often, but never turned around--never looking back at the corpse she knew was behind her. "I heard them laughing and they ran, they ran," she murmured pathetically, hair bristling along her spine.

"That doesn't matter," Jagan'lai snapped, brows furrowing angrily. "This wasn't the first time a male tried to force himself on one of us during our act. What was so different about it this time? What made you kill instead of call to the girls to knock him out?!"

"HE ALMOST--!" the green and brown dhole shouted, whipping around to face her sister. Their eyes met and there was silence, both sisters regarding one another, a silent conversation proceeding between them.

It was always their plan, ever since the start...What they were doing was a part of their life. When their parents died early, leaving the two sisters alone without any way of understanding how to live on their own, the sisters wandered far and wide, starving, pathetic, and alone. One day, they met an older male who acted exceedingly kind to them--perhaps more kind than an older male should've acted towards two young sisters. He got food for them, told them stories, got more food for them...But when things took a shocking turn for the worst in his actions towards them, both sisters sprang to each other's aid, showing the male how wrong it was to have underestimated them. They didn't kill, however...But they did take their meals and flee. That was the start...They had learned something from that experience. They could use others to their advantage. They could get meals from unsuspecting males.

On their travels together in their youth, they gathered other females who had no families or place of their own--trustworthy females who looked up to the two sisters. They formed a group and taught each other the act--invite a male to their lair, tempting him with promises of food and a good time, but asking the male to bring food with him when he came. The male would come with much food and lusty expectations, only to be pounced on at all sides and knocked unconscious. It was not their way to kill, ever. Sometimes one of the females of the group would act alone, but never completely alone. There were always others watching from a distance. But this time, something had gone wrong.

This time, there was abandonment and death.

Jagan'lai turned her head around and called out to the others. The only reply was her own echo. She called again, louder, ears standing tall as she paused and listened. There was still no reply. They were alone. Jagan's eyes narrowed, ears folding in confusion. She didn't understand what had gone wrong--why the others had left her--and left her sister to that scoundrel of a male.

"It's not my fault, Jagan..." Sol'tsai whined quietly, the situation causing her to act quite out of character. Jagan'lai turned back to face her sister, eyes softening and hair relaxing on her back. She padded over to her sister and gave her a reassuring nuzzle before backing away. It wasn't like her to be overly emotional or loving. She was the strong one--the leader. It was her job as the older sister to provide for her younger sibling.

"I know, Sol'tsai. It's over now. Come to the river and we'll wash the blood from your fur." she said gently, eyes soft but maw hard. She changed directions without another word, her sister lurching forward to catch up and stay beside her.

Something had gone wrong. Something had gone terribly wrong. But what? What had caused the others to leave, and what had caused Sol'tsai to kill now, but never before? Where did the other girls go, and what on earth had happened? Sol'tsai knew more than she would say at the moment, emotions and thoughts still in a turmoil, but Jagan'lai knew nothing. As as she lowered her head, nimble legs seeming heavy as she made her way through the trees, her eyes hard and glowing as she stared ahead, Jagan was sure of one thing--

She was going to find out.

Additional Notes:

Your Name: Manchu the Panda (green) & Silent Artist (pink)
Pink Dhole's Name: Daru (Deer)
Pink Dhole's Personality: Though the same age as her sister physically, she's had to grown mature well beyond her years to provide for both herself and her sibling. Mature, quiet, and almost prone to negative tempers, Daru has her soft and forgiving side. Though if anyone does cross her or her kin, she has no fears of gaining scars to stand her ground. To care for her sister Piperoc can be a burden, with little to no help at hunting, sometimes she just wishes to be rid of her. However, those feelings are short lived, and she feels more of a weight of guilt for having thought than the trials of being a single 'mother'.
Green Dhole's Name: Piperoc (Crane)
Green Dhole's Personality: A victim of her own mind, Piper's brain works to keep her safe and happy. That means blocking out the traumatic death of her mother, and her own near-fatal beating. And as such, it has shifted the mother's image to her big sister, Daru. She's oblivious, going so far as to refer to her as "Momma". There have been times when the truth has come to light, either in an attempt to bring her to reality, or a flashback, but they are short lived, and the dhole will fly into a fit of denial, rage, tremors, and fear before fainting, waking up only to call for Momma Daru.

Backstory: Green eyes stared hard and dark to the form lying beside her, the light brown fur and green markings shifting softly as she breathed in the realms of sleep. At least somebody was getting some rest.

Heaving a deep sigh, the pink dhole stood and stretched her stiff limbs before moving from her small sister, at this point, she did feel less like a sister and more like a maturing mother. As calm and comfortable this night appeared to be, the lady dhole knew better. Tonight would be the same as every other night for her poor sister. Daru had just grown accustomed to her kin's ways, and dejectedly stayed away and alert to help guide her little Piper through the pains.

Piperoc woke, panting and whining. "Momma! Momma Daruuu!" She scrambled to her feet, tail tucked between her legs, and ears flat against her head. She'd had a bad dream, the same one she'd had time and time again, a fact she only seemed to know when one came and went. But why did it always have to feel like so much more than a dream? The dhole was crying now, her pink eyes blinded as she stumbled around for her 'mother'.
"Momma! Where are you! Don't leave me again!"
Again? Daru had never left her.
But Piper's pup-minded consciousness was going slower than her body's staggering steps.
She tripped over her own feet and in a heap, lay sobbing, her sides heaving and skin twitching as it felt blow upon blow, ghosts of the past and memories she never remembered.

And suddenly, she was silent, Piperoc's mind taking over again to protect the rest of her being with sweet unconsciousness. But still she cried out in her sleep "Momma... Daru..." Her words grew fainter until no more came, just a nearly inaudible whine from her sleep.

Ears pinned as the restlessness finally settled in. Daru took in all the familiar signs. Green fur twitching and soft brows crimping in distress. Then slumbering eyes opened the same moment a distressed cry escaped Piper. Feeling her muscles grow taunt under her fur, Daru backed away from the scene almost desperately. Oh, it would be so easy to run away. To leave this mess far and gone behind her. But she...couldn't. Piperoc was her only family now. Anxiously, Daru watched the drama unfold without participating. Not yet. She feared causing more harm by shaking her sister back to awakeness, not knowing who'd get injured along the way. Though she couldn't hold back her own fustrated whimpers, closing off her own memories of their mother's brutal murder. She was better at moving on from such gruesome realities, so it seemed. Feeling her chest ache at each cry and tumble from her sister, Daru could do nothing more but stand guard and be strong. It was only after a haze grew over Piper's eyes and she'd collapsed back to darkness that the sister rushed forward. Making quick work, she groomed away the scent and sight of distress from her sister's fur, all the while giving a soft cooing. "It's fine, Piper. All's well.....mother is here."

And the winner of the contest is.....

Velveteen Angel!!

This girly needs to have her information posted in Lithia_Brandon's certing thread.

This girly needs to have her information posted in my (Kireiryuu) certing thread.

Thank you everyone for participating! Lithia and I both appreciate it! <3<3