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Greetings, I am WaffleCow but you may call me Waffle, WC or anything
you like! I am currently a non mutato owner looking for a perfect mutato!
Well this one just captured my heart! I wish good luck to everyone who is
entering and thank you for making such a beautiful mutato! Anyways, lets
get to the form!
Name:
I would name it Dusk.
Reason:
I would name this little sweetie Dusk, because of how the sun is set in the image.
Its turning dark and yet the sun has not set yet, the time of dusk. Its a simple
yet pretty name and I think it really fits this mutato!
Story:
I reached my hand up, the sun's warming rays touching the tip of my fingers. The sky
smiled beautifully with a mixture of red, orange, yellow, blue, and purple and the sun
was setting. A gentle breeze brushed my fur and I closed my eyes. My tail flamed ever
so fiercely, flickering here and there. Maybe it was the way the sun setted. How beautiful
the sky was. Or maybe the wind. I would never forget this stunning moment. A blanket
of darkness enveloped the sky and the moon rose slowly over the sky. Stars twinkled
here and there and the sky was mural of constellations, each one unique in its own way.
I stared at the vast skies and sighed. The universe was a big place, full of many questions.
But I was too tired to ask, and fell asleep over the watchful blanket of the night.
Stormfly wrote:
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~Your Username~
Stormfly, but you can call me Storm, Stormy, Raine, or KC. I am a non-owner and I have been stalking the Mutato thread looking for one that speaks to me and this is the one! Good luck everyone, lovely forms! <3
~Name of the Mutato~
Strider
~Reason for choosing the name~
There are many reasons why I consider Strider a suitable name for this particular Mutato. I'll keep it generally short, as to not bore you with my rambling on about the reason I would choose this name for this gorgeous Mutato. However, I would fancy informing you of my reasoning for selecting the particular name Strider out of all possible names available.
+I see the name Strider fits the general personality of Mutatoes. They are always moving. Whether up above the horizon, or pacing in the clearings- Mutatoes are always on the move. They are a creature of grace and momentum. The word "stride" gives me the thoughts of something that would move about as such.
+Strider was also the name of a beloved dog in a book with the same name; "Strider." I loved this book when I was younger and somehow this Mutato reminded me of it. Perhaps it was the feel of the wilderness, or the controversial one; the feeling of being trapped. It gives me a strange, two-fold feeling and this is one of the things that makes this Mutato so interesting
+Strider is a very catchy name overall. Combined with the two reasons above, this reason for selecting this memorable name is the icing on the cake, as they say.
~Write a short story on this Mutato~
Many people would see Strider as an outcast. A nobody. Strider had no way of gaining the reputation that some of the more outgoing Mutatoes had. Strider was forced to live on the side, staring into the crowd. Wanting to speak, but not enough courage to dare utter even a sound.
Strider spent his days like any other "outcast." Lonely pacing and meaningless drifting through the sky. No purpose. No desire to be anything. Or perhaps it burned within him, but his insecurity kept him from fulfilling anything his heart urged him to do.
Strider occasionally felt a flutter within him. A burst of intuition. His heart spoke of a destiny of greatness. But he never obliged. He would square up to the idea, then wallow before the crowd, smothered with anxiety.
At some point in time -whether it be a heartbeat, or a thousand days- Strider made a friend, of sorts. A lone butterfly, as desolate as Strider. Nowhere to be, no one to meet.
He followed the butterfly for days, from tundras to deserts. Speaking to the quiet creature as if it could hear him. Understand him like any other. Even if it was incapable of responding to his speeches and ventures.
Somehow, the little butterfly inspired Strider. For the first time, he stood before a crowd. For the first time, he spoke what he thought.
For the first time, Strider was as true in reality, as he was in his heart.
And no one could change that.
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