Puppy's Name :~: Virvatuli ('Wildfire' in Estonian)
Gender :~: Male
Use :~: Possible mate for my canine character, Blend of Beauty (Bob), and also a practice plot character (I want to be an author so I use new and interesting characters with new and interesting plot ideas to gain more experience, knowledge, etc), as well as a character. This dog is simply beautiful, and will forever have a home in my heart. I would get lots of art of him and do lots of art myself. In fact, just for fun (and to improve my chances of getting him), I'll start working on a sketch right now. A wonderfully designed character by one of my favorite artists, in short. ^^
Art :~:
Story :~: Ever escaped a raging wildfire?
Fought the world's worst monster?
Fed your mother to a fish?
I'm glad you haven't. I live to tell the tale.
I yelped loudly, and nudged her harder. "Wake, mother, wake!" When my nose touched her she only moved in teh direction I pushed. I coughed loudly. The smoke was starting to fill my lungs. I poked again. "Mom!" Still no movement. I put my paw on her stomach. I pressed hard, trying to feel it. No usualpump, pump, pump, came, though. I was heartbroken. I was dazed. I had just woken up. I was...I pressed the truth on myself. I was alone.
The fire raged beside me, matching the colors of my fiery fur. I grabbed my mother by the scruff of her neck nad leaped over a wall of flame. My red mane began to grow an ashen black, and I felt confused, unused to seeing black fur out of the corner of my eye. The bursts of fire grew higher each time, and I had to time each jump perfectly or I was sure my fur would be explosive heat. I shuddered at the though of me...on fire.
The fiery gusts seemed to never end, bursting up out of the ground from nowhere. I could feel my paw pads cracking with the head and humidity of the fire, and running was even harder for me. With a huge burden and cracked paws, I didn't know if I could make it safely to a less fiery place -- and bring my mother along.
I made it to an empty plane, a plane that used to be a forest. The ground was all black ash, and I felt even more inclined to cry. I dragged my mother slowly along the ground, careful not to break her skin. I needed shelter for the night, and I needed a place to bury her. In the distance, I spotted a cave. It all seemed so easy. To me, I was young. My mother had done everything for me. It would have been easy. But not without her.
I collapsed in a heap before the cave. Never try dragging your mother for two hours. I went inside, exhausted, and found a pool of water in the shade of the cave. I lapped at the water quietly, then lugged my mother inside to rest beside the pool. I would still have to find her a burial ground. Then, out of the blue --or black, as I should say, because I could see nothing -- I heard a deep, ominous growling sound. And before I knew it, something had burst out of the pond, and I was as wet as a fish.
I realized the cave was lit in an eerie cyan light. It...it was...a huge sea creature, jumping out of the water, with glowing blue eyes. Great. Just what I needed. I snarled loudly, hoping I would scare something nine times bigger than me away. As I suspected, no luck. The monstrous thing flopped on the dry ground right next to me, it's gigantic tail flapping in crazed patterns. I subsided to guarding my mother closely instead of defending myself. She was dead, but she would rest in peace, not be eaten by some monster fish.
Standing in front of her cold body, scenes replayed themselves in my head. Mother singing...us eating dinner together...my first hunt...and then this evil being. How I hated it. It seemed to not want me. It only went for my mother. Maybe it was weak...maybe it could only prey on the dead...My hopeful thoughts also subsided when I felt a huge chunk of fur taken out of my back. Howling in pain, I reached out and managed to bite the fish. Green slime oozed out of its puncture.
When the monster's 'blood' splashed over me, my eyes stung with pain and I felt like I had eaten pure flame. Though, with and after the pain, I felt a surge of power and felt ready to retaliate the monster's blows. I struck in one in the eye with my paw, and he -- it, I should say -- groaned and commenced to flap its tail harder, bringing water out of the pool and onto me. Unknowingly, the creature was reviving me, cooling me down with the water.
I found a stick on the ground and stuck it in the mouth of the beast. It coughed loudly, and I saw my chance to kill it. If there was something big enough I could throw down its throat...maybe I could...I looked around. All I saw were a few plants, a pond, a flesh-devouring monster, and my mother. My heart stung as if it had been shocked by a jellyfish.
But then again...I had no choice. I did realize, though, that my mother had spent a large portion of her childhood by the sea, sometimes staying underwater for days. Her father had been a half-horse half- fish, so she could breathe underwater. Her pale baby blue fur glistened under the glow of the monster's eyes, and I knew an underwater burial would be proper. This might not be the cleanest way to do it, but she would have never allowed me to risk my life over a dead body. With one last longing glance, I grabbed my mother, gently, gently, by the scruff of her neck and tossed her into the mouth of the beast, along with the stick.
Its airway was clogged, and it choked and gasped and sputtered, bubbling dirty acid until it ran out of air and collapsed to the ground.
Ever escaped a raging wildfire?
Fought the world's worst monster?
Fed your mother to a fish?
I'm glad you haven't. I live to tell the tale.
Gender :~: Male
Use :~: Possible mate for my canine character, Blend of Beauty (Bob), and also a practice plot character (I want to be an author so I use new and interesting characters with new and interesting plot ideas to gain more experience, knowledge, etc), as well as a character. This dog is simply beautiful, and will forever have a home in my heart. I would get lots of art of him and do lots of art myself. In fact, just for fun (and to improve my chances of getting him), I'll start working on a sketch right now. A wonderfully designed character by one of my favorite artists, in short. ^^
Art :~:
Story :~: Ever escaped a raging wildfire?
Fought the world's worst monster?
Fed your mother to a fish?
I'm glad you haven't. I live to tell the tale.
I yelped loudly, and nudged her harder. "Wake, mother, wake!" When my nose touched her she only moved in teh direction I pushed. I coughed loudly. The smoke was starting to fill my lungs. I poked again. "Mom!" Still no movement. I put my paw on her stomach. I pressed hard, trying to feel it. No usualpump, pump, pump, came, though. I was heartbroken. I was dazed. I had just woken up. I was...I pressed the truth on myself. I was alone.
The fire raged beside me, matching the colors of my fiery fur. I grabbed my mother by the scruff of her neck nad leaped over a wall of flame. My red mane began to grow an ashen black, and I felt confused, unused to seeing black fur out of the corner of my eye. The bursts of fire grew higher each time, and I had to time each jump perfectly or I was sure my fur would be explosive heat. I shuddered at the though of me...on fire.
The fiery gusts seemed to never end, bursting up out of the ground from nowhere. I could feel my paw pads cracking with the head and humidity of the fire, and running was even harder for me. With a huge burden and cracked paws, I didn't know if I could make it safely to a less fiery place -- and bring my mother along.
I made it to an empty plane, a plane that used to be a forest. The ground was all black ash, and I felt even more inclined to cry. I dragged my mother slowly along the ground, careful not to break her skin. I needed shelter for the night, and I needed a place to bury her. In the distance, I spotted a cave. It all seemed so easy. To me, I was young. My mother had done everything for me. It would have been easy. But not without her.
I collapsed in a heap before the cave. Never try dragging your mother for two hours. I went inside, exhausted, and found a pool of water in the shade of the cave. I lapped at the water quietly, then lugged my mother inside to rest beside the pool. I would still have to find her a burial ground. Then, out of the blue --or black, as I should say, because I could see nothing -- I heard a deep, ominous growling sound. And before I knew it, something had burst out of the pond, and I was as wet as a fish.
I realized the cave was lit in an eerie cyan light. It...it was...a huge sea creature, jumping out of the water, with glowing blue eyes. Great. Just what I needed. I snarled loudly, hoping I would scare something nine times bigger than me away. As I suspected, no luck. The monstrous thing flopped on the dry ground right next to me, it's gigantic tail flapping in crazed patterns. I subsided to guarding my mother closely instead of defending myself. She was dead, but she would rest in peace, not be eaten by some monster fish.
Standing in front of her cold body, scenes replayed themselves in my head. Mother singing...us eating dinner together...my first hunt...and then this evil being. How I hated it. It seemed to not want me. It only went for my mother. Maybe it was weak...maybe it could only prey on the dead...My hopeful thoughts also subsided when I felt a huge chunk of fur taken out of my back. Howling in pain, I reached out and managed to bite the fish. Green slime oozed out of its puncture.
When the monster's 'blood' splashed over me, my eyes stung with pain and I felt like I had eaten pure flame. Though, with and after the pain, I felt a surge of power and felt ready to retaliate the monster's blows. I struck in one in the eye with my paw, and he -- it, I should say -- groaned and commenced to flap its tail harder, bringing water out of the pool and onto me. Unknowingly, the creature was reviving me, cooling me down with the water.
I found a stick on the ground and stuck it in the mouth of the beast. It coughed loudly, and I saw my chance to kill it. If there was something big enough I could throw down its throat...maybe I could...I looked around. All I saw were a few plants, a pond, a flesh-devouring monster, and my mother. My heart stung as if it had been shocked by a jellyfish.
But then again...I had no choice. I did realize, though, that my mother had spent a large portion of her childhood by the sea, sometimes staying underwater for days. Her father had been a half-horse half- fish, so she could breathe underwater. Her pale baby blue fur glistened under the glow of the monster's eyes, and I knew an underwater burial would be proper. This might not be the cleanest way to do it, but she would have never allowed me to risk my life over a dead body. With one last longing glance, I grabbed my mother, gently, gently, by the scruff of her neck and tossed her into the mouth of the beast, along with the stick.
Its airway was clogged, and it choked and gasped and sputtered, bubbling dirty acid until it ran out of air and collapsed to the ground.
Ever escaped a raging wildfire?
Fought the world's worst monster?
Fed your mother to a fish?
I'm glad you haven't. I live to tell the tale.
Okay, I have a writers' block, so this might not be the best story (I'm usually WAAAY better), but keep in mind I'm putting in all my effort to make it as good as possible.
i LOVE the idea of him feirce , yet gracefull i love the desine and the techneque you used to create him , he would be fantastic for my lionell plus a good story character 
I don't have anyone in mind yet, if you want to add something to your forms, by all means ^^
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