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(Ooc:
Name- Akema
Age- 19 years
Species- Cat
Breed- Javanese)

Knees to her chest, Akema sat silently on the cold marble flooring of PetSmart's back room. Blue eyes were downcast, unfocused as her mind was lost in disturbing thoughts. It had been a mere two days since the opening of the store, and already three of her litter mates were gone. Her brother was the only sibling left, yet he was far too busy romping with other cats to help her deal with the seperation from her family. She always knew these days would come. That didn't make it any easier. A sigh escaped the anthro's lips as she folded her arms atop her knees and laid her head down. Some of the others were anxious to be adopted, somehow convinced life would be better once they were out of this place. Akema knew better. Humans didn't care about them. They were beaten by the humans if they ever mistepped so they would be prepared for their new owner. There was nothing to look forward to except losing contact with others of her kind and hardly ever being able to venture out of her purely animal form. Not that she held it against the humans; this was just how life worked.

Here at least she could lounge as an anthro, appearing almost human if it weren't for her frosty grey feline ears and the tail that curled about her body. Akema was also marked by her nearly cerulean blue attire, which was identical to every other anthro's inhabiting the room. It was the only thing they were allowed to wear, though they had to shed even that once they transformed to pets. A pile of the uniforms were tossed in a corner, the only things left behind of those that were adopted. Akema felt as though when her number was called, her life would end. Whatever little life she had to begin with. Her siblings were all she ever had; she could barely recall her mother at all. The only thing she did remember was when her mother named each of her kittens. The name Akema was the only memorial she had and at least the scientists couldn't take that from her, even if they did merely call her by the number they assigned. Soon she would be on her own completely, with only the faint memories she had to keep her connected to any of her loved ones. She would act the part of the house cat, the kind they showed in the videos. Merely an animal for the rest of her life.

- Furry/Anthro
Name: Balmung
Species: Dog
Breed: German Sheperd Dog, male
Age: 15
Personality (optional): Quiet, alert, and introverted. Beware the dog that doesn't bark--you've no indication what it's thinking...and if it will bite.

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Balmung stared into space with a such a deep expression for a puppy one would have thought he was older. His litter had been a small one--five pups, but he had learned from an early age, through the senseless beatings upon beatings, and seperation from his litter and mother, that he was truly alone and would always be that way. He would get no affection--true affection that is, one that was not masked by some hidden agenda.

Right now, he could have easily been mistaken for a broody teenage boy--dark hair and golden eyes, wearing the somber uniform he had grown up with from his pet factory--or the Hellhouse, as he affectionately named it. His distinguishing features only being the tail he had tucked behind and under him as a habit and the wolflike ears. His fingers were interlocked together, propping his chin up in a pensive manner.

( OOC - Sorry to do this, but we'll be back in an hour or so. We're going to take a short nap, and hope that there are more members by the time we get back. Look forward to Rping with you later ^^ )