Hey guess what guys! More Frella babies will be up for grabs! They should be born on Feb. 14th so we will probably be deciding their players on February 7th. We've pre named and designed these babies for ease of re adoption should you go inactive with them. (if they are put inactive for any reason with out talking to eld or I first we will take them back then with no warning.)

Both parents are good-aligned and we would like to see the applications reflect that, though feel free to get creative. If you have some awesome plot in mind let us know! They are also both medium size, though feel free to make them taller or smaller if you'd like. Body type is up to you, but design is to stay the same. 

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<b>Name:</b> Fate or Luck
<b>Appearance:</b> 100 words
<b>Personality:</b> 150 words
<b>Plans:</b> 
<b>RP sample:</b> A frog just jumped into the water in front of your pup and gets splashed because of this. How does your pup react? (no word limit)

Fate Destruction male · pup · spring

Luck Destruction female · pup · spring

Toothless is looking to play Fate Destruction

Full Body Reference - 34 Inches - Voice Reference - 127 Pounds - "Fate" Behind the name: One of the Discworld's most implacable gods, and very difficult to understand. He looks like a pleasant, middle-aged man, but his eyes are starry voids. It is possible (although difficult) to bargain with him, but proverbially impossible to cheat him, although this has been done at least once. (Cohen the Barbarian rolled a 7 on a six-sided die by cleaving it in half in midair.) He is known to play games against The Lady using mortals as pawns, and always plays to win. He also plays against other gods; but The Lady is said to be his only serious rival, as Fate always wins when the players stick to the rules. (It is also noted that gods never play by the rules). His Temple is situated in the Gods' Quarter of Ankh-Morpork. It's a small, heavy, leaden temple, where hollow-eyed and gaunt worshippers meet on dark nights for predestined and fairly pointless rites. He is said to come from a world other than the Disc. Behind the looks: Several different hues bless the boy's coat in different patterns and fashions to give the unique individual a look that others will not soon forget. Pale goldenrod eyes bless the boy with great fortune which compliments the chocolate brown mask surrounding the boy's eyes that runs down the top of his snout. Dark brown, almost black, hues run up his legs which fades off into the pure ivory shade of color that covers all parts of his body other than those already mentioned around the middle of the leg. The tail is dipped in the same dark brown as the boy's legs and it fades off only a little way up the base. Strong and prevalent muscles in his legs and sides only support the 34 inch build that the warrior possesses. Clearly defined features that run up to his face complete the well-built boy to turn him into the Destruction he is. Behind the voice: The low tenor tone omitted from Fate's maw can often be compared to that of Aidan Turner's voice (Kili from The Hobbit) to expanse things like how they pronounce words to how their voice stretches across a cavern or a room. Often times, Fate holds a crisp and clean tone to his words, keeping them organized in a very delicate manner. Personality: To say that he was not related to his parents in any way except blood would be a terrible lie. A young and quiet prince with an adventurous heart is an easy way to sum up the young boy in a single sentence though there is more to it than that. He mimics both his father and mother in several ways when it comes to how he acts, thinks, and behaves. He is a calm wolf with a bit of an adventurous soul who is not afraid to speak his mind when things require it. He will not stand by and let another wolf take the blame for his actions as he despises liars. He is quiet when his morals are not crossed by commands or new rules. Likely, he will be very close to his family, particularly his agemate sister. Fate will be a very curious wolf and will often look to find answers for himself rather than being given answers from others. While he is respectful of authority, he will likely use his title to help him gain respect within the pack. Being a son of the Authors, he will probably seek guidance from them while trying to train himself to become a leader. He will have worries about things that are on his mind and about what his future will hold but not before he has a chance to be carefree and have fun. Often times, these two traits will clash in his mind until he chooses one over another. A majority of the time he will inevitably choose to worry away. Plans: So in the books, Fate and The Lady Luck are constantly opposed but I'd actually like for him to be very close with his sister. ^^ I aim to have Fate grow up to be close to his family but close to his sister, mother, and father in particular. He will grow to look up to his father as a role model unless something tragic happens to change that. Fate will also look to become a warrior of sorts. I plan for him to be fairly well behaved with few infractions. He loves his family and will likely remain in Threar until he dies. RP sample: A frog just jumped into the water in front of your pup and gets splashed because of this. How does your pup react? Carefully the boy moved forward near the shore of the bay. Aureolin pale yellow eyes gazed out over the view as he walked around. He loved the water because it always had a beautiful and serene appearance to it. He had relaxed, not paying much attention to the things happening around him as he went into a sort of meditation like his father often did. Closing his eyes, his paws barely dipped into the water to cover his paws. SPLASH. His meditation interrupted by the wet feeling that water provided hitting his leg up to his upper thigh. He looked down to see a slimy amphibian in front of him as the creature gave him a sort of look. Hmmn, a frog. His mind instantly made a connection between the way it looked and a name to call it by. The curious pup leaned down until his muzzle was at eye level with the frog. He looked down because the Destruction child wanted to observe what was going to happen. The frog looked back before making a jump. He closed his eyes once more as Fate carefully remained still and soon his snout felt cold. One of his daisy eyes opened and he saw the frog sitting on his nose. He let out a soft chuckle as he rose, making the frog jump off of his nose and skip away. "G'bye froggie!" He called out happily before waltzing off along the shore to find another place to meditate.

NAME; Luck Destruction

APPEARANCE; This young lady carries attributes from both her mother and her father, which include magnificent mixes of mocha browns and cream-like hues. Although, as an adult, she will appear to be vaguely small, smaller than her mother at her adult height. This being, Luck will always seem extremely fragile, like a thin shard of glass. Her size in general, as well, will also remain on the smaller size. Or to put it simply- her whole self will look small. Her height, her weight, etc. Nearly everything. But her appearance doesn't destroy her confidence.

Luck carries an interesting set of colors and patterns. To begin, a majority of her body is swallowed by a gentle mocha brown color, which is saddled by a tan-cream hue. This cloak stretches from the back of her head to the point in which her tail begins. There aren't very many other spots that consist of this color, besides the mask that covers her face. Appearing upon all four of her paws are darker brown socks, as well. The same color covers the very tip of her tail, and also is seen on the tip of her ears and beneath her eyes.

The same tan color that saddles her back also forms a mask upon her facial features. The mask comes around her eyes and ends at her nose, appearing large upon her head. The fur that exposes these magnificent colors is smooth and soft, usually clean and neat. But it's a little longer than the normal fur. As a pup this won't be a problem though, only as an adult and/or young adult. Finally, her eyes hold a soft blue color, similar to her mother and father's eyes.

PERSONALITY; At first, due to Luck being so small and cute, it's not rare for one to mistake her for being delicate and shy. Of course, she's extremely timid. Even the slightest, quietest noise will scare her to death, and this will last til adulthood. But she isn't shy. She's very social, willing to talk with anyone, willing to make friends with anyone. Although, her traits can make this a bit confusing. Luck loves her mother and father to death, mostly her mother, though. She always go to her when things are questioning, silly, etc. But once again, this does not make her shy and antisocial.

Ultimately, Luck loves to talk! Some might even find her annoying because she talks so much! She's always itching to get out even the most minor of news or events going on, along with certain things she's been doing, etc. And her socialization skills will also be pretty advanced, too! So, despite being amazingly timid and jumpy, she loves to speak and have conversations with others. And she's always willing to, too. All it takes is another friendly soul.

Luck is also very friendly when it comes to meeting and socializing with others. She thinks over the things she says, careful not to blurt the wrong thing out, and attempts to constantly talk in a calm, gentle voice. She knows very well that their may be some shy, sensitive souls out there that don't like yelling and overpowering personality. Although this will probably come to her as oblivious at a younger age, when she has yet to meet a lot of others besides her brother, mother, and father. But, really, overall Luck is just harmless. She wouldn't hurt a butterfly!

This young lady had her adventurous personality passed down onto her by her mother. Not fearless, though, just adventurous. Especially at a young age Luck will constantly be itching and begging to explore and see more of the world. As an adult, she'll stay close to her family, but exploration and little vacations away from home might happen occasionally. After all, as a pup, the fact that there is more of the world outside of Threar will come as amazing to her. Even though she is as timid and as cowardly as a simple, scrawny turkey.

PLANS; I'd have her stay in Threar with her family once she gets older. Even though she loves adventure, I like the idea of her being with her mother and father. She loves them both amazingly- it wouldn't be realistic for her to leave. And I'm still thinking on it...but I think Luck would fit the healing category best. It fits her personality. She doesn't like violence very much, so I don't think a fighter would be very fitting. Idk about hunting though...once again, I'm still thinking on it!

RP SAMPLE; Splash. Luck let out an alarmed squeal and staggered backward, feeling water spray up into her face. She fell back onto her rear with her tail tucked aggressively between her hind legs, eyes squeezed shut and quiet whines emitting from her little body. Today Daddy had let her and Luck go out to explore for a little while, agreeing to let them go off on their own, but for them to stay close by. Of course, she had obeyed!

After all, she wanted Momma close by in case something bad happened. But everything was so pretty! The water, the bright flowers, the birdies flying overhead. They were all so nice to observe! But some things were scary sometimes.

The young girl slowly lowered herself down to the grass, trembling, chest brushing against the soaked grass below her. Whatever this monster was...it wasn't going to get her. She'd get it first! But naturally, her paws moved her backward, and she didn't even notice it. "Don't...don't mess with the mighty...L-Luck." She growled, fear choking through her shaky words. "I have big sharp teeth!" She shouted a little louder, when suddenly, a twig snapped beneath her paw.

Luck gasped loudly and twisted around, accelerating herself toward the den in a bundle of slightly wet, long fur. "Daaaaddy!" She heaved, attempting to pick up the pace without tripping. "The monster is going to eat me, Daddy!" She cried, finally making it to the large den and racing inside without even a slight bit of hesitation.
 

Name: Fate


Appearance: Fate is 30 inches tall in height, and 123 pounds weight-wise. Her eyes are always full of wonder and curiosity. It's strange to see her tail stop wagging for more than a minute or two. It's easy to see what she's feeling, either from the look on her face or the way she's sitting. Her emotions are also reflected in her eyes if she feels something other than pure happiness. She walks with a small hop, as if she cannot control her emotions and has to bounce to show them even more. With her wagging tail, Fate's walk may be able to put a smile on any wolf's face.

Fate's base fur color is cream, almost white in color. In fact, unless another wolf looked close, they wouldn't see the spot of white on her back. It starts at her scruff, and ends at the base of her tail. It's bordered with strands of brown fur, making it a little more noticeable. The tip of her cream tail is dipped in dark brown, or black. The color fades into cream again, or the cream darkens into that color. Her paws are also this color. The darker color only reaches her knees on her front paws, but almost reaches her flanks on her back paws. The tips of her cream ears are dipped in brown, the same brown that makes a mask around her eyes and the top of her snout. The mask is bordered with white strands of fur, more obvious than the spot of white on her back.

Fate's eyes stand out the most, even if her markings make her very pretty. A deep gold, they almost look like they belong to an older wolf. They have flecks of darker gold, and are very pretty if another wolf decides to look into them. 

Personality: Fate is 30 inches tall in height, and 123 pounds weight-wise. Her eyes are always full of wonder and curiosity. It's strange to see her tail stop wagging for more than a minute or two. It's easy to see what she's feeling, either from the look on her face or the way she's sitting. Her emotions are also reflected in her eyes if she feels something other than pure happiness. She walks with a small hop, as if she cannot control her emotions and has to bounce to show them even more. With her wagging tail, Fate's walk may be able to put a smile on any wolf's face.


Fate's base fur color is cream, almost white in color. In fact, unless another wolf looked close, they wouldn't see the spot of white on her back. It starts at her scruff, and ends at the base of her tail. It's bordered with strands of brown fur, making it a little more noticeable. The tip of her cream tail is dipped in dark brown, or black. The color fades into cream again, or the cream darkens into that color. Her paws are also this color. The darker color only reaches her knees on her front paws, but almost reaches her flanks on her back paws. The tips of her cream ears are dipped in brown, the same brown that makes a mask around her eyes and the top of her snout. The mask is bordered with white strands of fur, more obvious than the spot of white on her back.

Fate's eyes stand out the most, even if her markings make her very pretty. A deep gold, they almost look like they belong to an older wolf. They have flecks of darker gold, and are very pretty if another wolf decides to look into them. 

Plans: 

RP sample: Fate's golden eyes narrowed as she pounced at the frog in front of her. She paid no attention to the puddle until the frog jumped in it. Mud splattered her cream fur, and Fate tilted her head at the mud-coated frog. "It's a giant mon-frog!" She yelped, attempting to say the word 'monster' but wasn't able to. She jumped at the frog, her tail wagging so hard it hit her sides. "Face me, frog!" She yelped at the frog, who hopped away from her. The pup jumped at the mud puddle, getting absolutely filthy in the process. The frog hopped out of the puddle, not too far away. "Come back here!" In her mind, Fate was probably coming up with a story to tell her brother and parents. I was exploring, and I found a frog. It was a GIANT frog! Beat that, Luck!  The pup's black paws landed on the frog, and she stared down at it, her gold eyes shining. "I finally found you, frog!" Well, that wasn't exactly true. She had been tracking it. Nipping at the frog, she didn't pay any attention to the loud croak that escaped the creature.....Or how it went limp after. All she was focused on was defeating the frog so she could show her family.

Of course, she wanted it alive. Not that it was, anymore. But Fate didn't really think of the fact that it wasn't trying to escape. Instead, she picked it up, gently, and turned her head so that she could see where she was at. And instantly, doubt pierced through her. It was just......She was so far away from home, wasn't she? And it was getting pretty dark, wasn't it? And real giant monster frogs came out at night, didn't they? Fate was so scared with the idea of her made of monster that she didn't notice that she wasn't really that far from home, and that there was still light to travel by. Glancing up at the sky, she noticed the sun, almost the color of her golden eyes. It cast the word in light, still, but was sinking behind the trees. Yellow and red radiated near it. And near that......The first star of the night! Bouncing towards where she assumed she had come from, she kept her golden gaze towards the sky. And that's why she stumbled. 

A surprised yelp escaped Fate as she fell, dropping the dead frog. The cream pup  got to her paws quickly, glancing back at the frog. Within a moment, her tail, which had stopped wagging for a moment, began to wag again. She pounced at the limp frog, noting that it was cold. "I got you again, frog! You'll be my pet!" 

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Name:  Luck Destruction

Appearance:

Rather small for her parents, the girl will emerge as a fragile little being, only to grow to be twenty-nine inches tall.  She will be like a butterfly, light as a feather and graceful in all ways.  Her figure will be thin and streamlined, instead of a strong or bulky shape.  Her body will be sculpted from curves lined by luciously soft fur, yet some muscles will show.  These tendons will be visible on her legs, lightly hinted by movement, and otherwise difficult to see.  Her chest is narrow and rather sharp, as are her should and her back.  Her face will be well sculpted, with a slender muzzle and somewhat large ears set onto the base.  She is not in any way strong, but quick and light.  At her healthiest, the girl will only weigh a light eighty-nine pounds.

In her lucious locks are colors taken from both of her parents.  A dark base of pure chocolate is inherited from her father, with darker socks and a tipped tail.  Smaller and less visible points of chocolate appear on her cheeks and rump, as well as fading out the tip of her tail and her 'blanket and mask'.  Some marks do disrupt the harmony of darkness with white chocolate, taking after her mother's side of the family.  A mask of the color begins at her pointed nose, extending up her snout and curling about her eyes.  Two eye dots of chocolate contrast against her mask, as well as small wings beneath sharp and clear orbs.  In her mask, two bright sky blue eyes sit, always full of emotion and never guarded.  Lining the mask is are smaller light hairs and dark hairs mottling her mask.  The insides of the butterfly's ears are also similar to her mask in appearance, light hairs surrounded by dark chocolate.  Upon her back, a blanket similar to her mask forms, draped over her back, shoulders, and a little bit of her fluffy tail.

Personality:

"People tell me I'm really timid and cautious...  But it's a good thing!  Right?  There's so many bad people out there, so many monsters that want to eat me and my brother, Fate.  I don't really like to talk.  I'm always afraid I'll say the wrong thing...  or I'll get held against my word.  I don't want any of that!  I don't feel like I should be someone to be taken as a leader or someone who's supposed to help with something really bad.  I lie so much...  but I always get caught.  I'm just so afraid...  that people will dislike me...  that I'll be killed.

"There is a good side of me...  Uh.  To my family and really anyone who isn't a mean person, I am loyal to a...  what do they call it...  a T.  I would really die to save everyone that I know and love, even if I fear death by anything.  I always look up to mommy and daddy to lead me and teach me everything I need to know, I look to my brother to guide me, too.  I want to grow up to be just like them, a strong and powerful princess!  Or even a queen!  The legend of Fate and Lady Luck is no myth!  We could make it a true story if we wanted!

"Anyways, I really find it hard to trust people...  that's what others tell me.  Too many bad things can happen if you put too much trust in someone that you don't know.  I don't want to be a fighter...  I don't want to ever fight.  I'd rather be a healer or a hunter...  maybe both.  But how can others trust me when I don't trust them?  I just feel really useless or...  I just don't know..."

Plans:

Luck's a timid little girl, likely looking up to her mother or other female leaders as a role model.  I'd like for her to stay in Threar until she dies, meet cute little boys and use Fate as her sword and shield, since she's afraid of almost anything that moves.  Luck will be very clingy and close to her brother, whether he likes it or not.

Roleplay Sample:

She didn't like this place.  She didn't even know how she had gotten here!  There was some scent here amongst...  these huge trees.  It was oddly familiar.  Maybe it was a family member!  Determination masked the fear of the small child as she weaved between mangrove after mangrove.  However, it was short-lived.  Something was making a scary noise.  RIBBIT.  RIBBIT.  RIBBIT!  The pup squeaked, scrambling toward the cover of the nearest mangrove, writhing inside of the trunk.  "G-go awa 'cary monsta!  I 'ave a brubba who'll eat chu!"

Whatever the monster was, it had heard her warning, the noise ceasing.  The chocolate-colored child tentatively stepped out from the great hallow, peering at the murky water.  It was so dark and green, yet so mesmerizing.  There was some blue little things swimming around it.  A paw swiped at the water, collecting some algae in the process.  Yelping, the pup leapt back, trying to escape the monster now eating her paw.  "I-I'll eat chu!"  Leaning down, the pup sunk her teeth into the soggy green clump, ripping it off in triumph.  It tasted absolutely atrocious.  The butterfly spit out the green into the water, oblivious to the fact that the monster had begun to make a noise again.  The pup squeaked as she looked over, a slimy green fish-thing sitting next to her.  "A f-froggie monsta?"  The child was mesmerized, captivated by the creature.  The moment she reached out to touch it and feel the slimy skin of it, it took a great plunge into the water, sending a large splash after it.  "Nu!  Froggie!  Don't goooo!"  It could have been a friend! Mournfully, the pup slithered back into the hallow, her fear of being lost coming back. It ebbed in, and she began to panic, searching fervently for a way to know how to get home. A small yelp escaped the little girl, as she began to race through the trees.

The winners are Toothless and Floofie!

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