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Paint-Tailed Pythons(PTP) are a unique breed of pythons that have paint seeping from their tail tips. PTP tend to be slightly smaller than their close cousins, ball pythons, females being around 2-3 feet long and males 1-2 feet long. Hatchlings are dramatically smaller at only 5 inches long.
Pythons tend to be quite intelligent, and PTP are no exception. PTP tend to be quite shy when first introduced to their owners, but will warm up quickly and soon become inseparable. PTP have exceptionally long lifespans, and have been known to live for upwards of 60 years.

This series of PTP are in celebration of equality!
The fifth Pride Piebald PTP! There will be 5 in total! Each has very rare paint, piebald marks, and pure white eyes!

This is the 100th PTP! This PTP has only one piebald spot, which is a small heart shaped spot on their forehead! Additionally, this PTP has super rare white paint!

Feel free to go all out with your form! Be as creative as you like!

To try out for this PTP, use the form below:

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[color=#BFBFFF][b]PTP Rarity:[/b][/color] Very Rare

Extras(art, stories, etc) are allowed! There is a word limit of 1000 words. Form prettying is allowed.
End date is July 30th.

[SchnaDin]

PTP Name:
PTP Gender:
PTP Rarity: Very Rare

Wip!

[foxxbreath]

RESERVE MY GAY TRANS BOOTY NEEDS THIS SNAKE
all 5 of these pride babes should be siblings with my custom boy Sparrow. bc he was my pride bby qvq he's also monochrome w/ the rainbow tail so it fits

Name: Evak - Name from India. "Equal"

[Meleys]

maRK

[starsailor]

Rainbow Wings are Rare To See
PTP Name
Iris, Latin for Rainbow
PTP Gender
Female
PTP Rarity
Very Rare
PTP Story
The female python looked at the small egg sadly. It was all her fault. If she hadn't left her nest for just one minute, all her eggs would have survived. But she hadn't. All that was left of her eggs were only cracked shells and one egg, left untouched. Not even a scratch was on it.
"I won't let you come to the same fate of your siblings." The python whispered to her egg. She hoped that it could hear her pain and worry.
"I'll protect you with my life." She whispered.

WIP
Art

[she wolf warrior]

PTP Name;; Onaji, meaning ' equal ' in japanese
PTP Gender: female
PTP Rarity: Very Rare

Onaji's story

Onaji was a small, shy and weak python long ago, when she was still young. each day, she felt extremely saddened because she was different. She had large, floppy wings, strange colors and white paint, which no one else had. She was also confused, she was just finding out who she was, and she was confused. As she grew, people made fun of her, left and right. Even the slightest mistake, and everyone would shun her and point her out, laugh, or even hit her. She hoped that one day she would fit in. As she became older and older, there was no change. The now full grown python, still looking for answers. her sad, white eyes stared down at her reflection in the river she was visiting, as she did every week. She lay her head down on the river bed, and sighed deeply. ' Why does no one like me? what have I done to deserve all this hatred? ' she thought quietly. Small, subtle slithering noises trailed closer and closer to her, and she gasped. she turned around, and a friendly looking python smiled at her.

WIP

[Desmond]

PTP Name: Grá [Irish; "Love"]
PTP Gender: Genderfluid
[Biologically male; for story, I'm using male pronouns for easy reading]
PTP Rarity: Very Rare

Love is always the most important thing in every story; true love's first kiss is more powerful than any elixir that one can brew, bringing back the comatose, the sick, the dying, the cursed and the broken. It is the oft-underestimated power of the protagonists, their weapon and shield hidden under their sleeve when they battle against the villain, who has been blind to the strength love can offer until then, for they focus on selfish desires and greed, rather than searching for strength within themselves. In real life, we know that power isn't strong enough to defeat dragons or overpower our enemies, but it does help make us brave for our loved ones, gives us the courage to go on and continue fighting, even when the battle has turned against us. Be it for love of another, or something as open as love for a country, it has left marks in human history, and continues to be a strong driving force today.

And that... that seems to be the root of Grá's origins.

Grá wasn't really bred to be the avatar for the strength of love, but it was instead that very power that bore him into being. His wings, a genetic anomaly not found in his parents, were said to have been gifted to him because of the sheer adoration and soul-deep love between his mother and father - well, fathers - and the bond between the three adults somehow tied into some unreachable magic. Of course, they were all owned by a mystic who didn't always know what she was doing, so the whole story could very well be completely made up, other than the fact that Grá had, at the time of his hatching, a mother and two fathers who all pined miserably if one or all of them were separated. That much, he knew.

Even young, his shimmering scales caught the eyes of rich buyers, and when one gave the mystic a price she couldn't turn down, he was given to the man's son - an aspiring author and artist, who needed the companionship and inspiration. They both had their wounds; the man's wife had passed the month prior, and he assumed that was the reason for his son's sadness. The boy... he had never felt comfortable talking to his father, like he had with his mother.

Grá made an excellent substitute, though.

The boy was as patient as he was artistic, and while Grá listened and helped to inspire him - which may have resulted in a few lost words due to the lovely white paint that acted better than any white out fluid trailing behind him, but no matter, they were harmful words, anyway - he taught his constant companion a few tricks, such as the basic gliding through the air that he could manage on his pale, pristine wings, and how to carefully daub his tail on colored paper and canvases to make tiny hearts.

Together, they covered his room in them.

And when the boy - no, young man, Grá decided - found a partner who loved him, the clever little snake daubed little hearts on both of them, hissing happily as both young men smiled and laughed.

He, too, was their pillar of strength when the Old Man found out, and they had to leave behind that room wallpapered with a rainbow of rectangles, each with their own motley of little white hearts and speckles.

They were on their own, but never were truly alone, of course. The tiny, one-bedroom apartment they'd found was barely big enough for two men and a snake, but they made it work, and they made it their own, with canvases filled with landscapes and portraits, easels splattered with paint, and three whole walls devoted to Grá's signature paintings, on every color of paper imaginable. And though the relationship eventually ran its course, Grá kept his beloved artist going and going, until he found another - to stay, this time.

Their rings - gold, with white onyx inlay - were inspired by him, and when his young artist came out with a novel of a boy losing it all, then finding love with the help of a little winged snake with shimmering rainbow scales, he quickly became a little icon of love and strength for so many who needed something, someone, to hold onto while they struggled just as he once had, who had to leave their homes behind and start anew with nothing but each other and whatever they could carry.

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Grá is eager to please those who show love toward others; those that spread hate get outright ignored - he doesn't really have it in him to be hateful, and he doesn't think that'll fix anything, either. He just doesn't want to be part of it. Sadness is the only negative emotion that he'll pay attention to, and that's merely to try to ease it with an even stronger outpouring of adoration, and the little displays and tricks he was taught, in order to bring a smile.

Obviously, with his strength being love, his courage and bravery often need to be sparked by his love of another. If he must be brave for himself, he'll likely fail; his self-love could use a little work much of the time, since he gives so much of himself out and doesn't request anything in return. He is, in a way, spread thin enough that he can go quite some time without remembering to care for himself if not reminded by those he cares for, or his own body protesting loud enough to finally catch his attention.

Everyone is equal in his eyes, save for those too petty to see the same way - an equal opportunity perch or someone to please, a canvas or warm snugglebear all alike.

By Jensen

[Sathalina]

PTP Name:
PTP Gender:
PTP Rarity: Very Rare

Wip <3

[undefined realities]

PTP Name:Kashti [Meaning "My bow; My rainbow"]
PTP Gender:Male
PTP Rarity: Very Rare



Kashti’s Story

Kashti- Meaning; “My bow; My rainbow.”

I suppose you could call me different, yes. It won’t affect me. I’ve come used to it, I’ve lived with it for nearly my whole life. I’m a python, but I’m different than most. You see there’s the regular pythons; the ones who blend in with their surroundings. There’s the Paint Tailed Pythons; most came from humans who no longer cared or wanted them. They have different designs, and some colored paint that just kind of… sticks with them. And then there’s me; a Paint Tailed Python – Piebald. Oh, and not the mention, I have wings. I have gorgeous rainbow patterned scales and pure white paint. I have a beautiful pure white pair of wings, and eyes. I have a small heart on my forehead as well.











Need this in my life.

WIP!

[miles.]

Raphael


agender;; uses they/them pronouns, but prefers feminine titles.


raphael's wings, though beautiful, are incapable of flight.

years ago, when the snake was younger, they were capable of flight. perhaps a bit odd, for a python to be able to fly - but it was their greatest joy, flying to the highest treetops to paint the beautiful sky, often staying there for hours on end even after their painting was finished. oftentimes, as the day turned to dusk, you could hear raphael's soft hissing of a song carrying on the wind, soft and heartfelt enough to move most animals' hearts in the vicinity. their audible singing - well, hissing - and beautiful sky paintings eventually earned them the title of the angel of the forest, loved by most animals in the forest and admired by many younger snakes.

sadly, not every animal could be swayed by the soothing sound of their music, or the colors of the sky mixed together so beautifully.

a small group of animals - to be precise, a wolf, a viper, a bear and a hawk - grew hateful and jealous of raphael and those who admired them.

the hawk was jealous of how they, unlike any other snake seen before, could fly through the sky - something he believed rightfully belonged to the birds only, not, "A pathetic reptilian tube who enjoys singing, and seems to fear no predator. If nature wanted anything other then us avians to fly, everything would be flying!"

the wolf was jealous of raphael's singing, something she believed a talent usually possessed only by the songbirds and the soft howls of a wolf pack at night, growling that, "A simple snake, a creature who can only hiss, should not be allowed to sing. As if they could ever hope to sound anything other then a match for a monkey's screeching."

the bear was furious over raphael's artwork, believing it to be unnatural and shameful. she roared that, "If nature intended for humanlike artwork to be created by us forest creatures, ALL of us would be able to paint like that scornful thing! It's not even an animal, as far as I'm concerned - how could it be, when everything it does goes against the laws of nature!"

finally, the viper was jealous of the fact that he, while a snake himself, could not do any of the same things that raphael could. enraged by the fact that he, though not the same species of snake, could not paint or fly or sing, organized the group together.

"All of us are in agreement that thisss horrid thing, not even rightfully considered a sssnake, should be knocked down a peg or two. Thusss, I present this plan to you. Tomorrow morning, when it wakes up and prepares to fly up to the highest tree branch, we mangle it’s wings so it cannot fly. Then they will be a proper forest animal!" the viper hissed, flicking his tail empathetically at the end.

"Who shall pluck the feathers of this so-called 'Angel of the Forest'? After all, some of it's supporters may attempt to stop us." the hawk questioned, turning to preen his feathers while awaiting an answer.

"The bear shall guard us, you shall catch Raphael in your talons, and the wolf shall pluck it's featherssss." the viper hissed in reply. "After all, very few creatures would dare to cross an angry bear. Wolf, your teeth are perfect for this job, as it is something you're designed for. And Hawk, your talons are made for grasping small animals."

though none of them knew what the viper's role would be, they were confident their pseudo leader would play an important roll. flattered and satisfied with this plan, the animal group split to sleep as the moon began to fall, preparing for tomorrow’s plan.

raphael's routine never changed, and that morning they woke up and headed outside, extending their wings in preparation to fly to the treetops. today, they hoped, they could catch sight of tonight's moon - a rare harvest moon, upon which raphael had only heard of up till recently. the thought of painting one warmed their heart.

however, as raphael took into the sky, the animal group's plan went into action. the hawk swooped down, catching them in his talons and dragging them back to earth. the bear kept lookout while raphael yelled in confusion and terror, and the wolf was the one who mangled their wings.

the viper was nowhere to be found during this plan; as raphael was left on the ground, animals from every species and sort began to flood the small area, much to the animal group's horror and confusion. on top of one of the tallest animals, the viper resided, and his hisses could be heard by all.

"There! Thossse are the sssorry animals who organized thisss tragedy! They mangled the Angel of the Forest!"

shocked and angered by the viper's betrayal, the animal group fled the forest, with only the hawk realizing that the viper had turned on them to keep his good standing in the forest, in case the plot was ever found out. the viper, satisfied that he was not in bad standing with the animals of the forest, was glad that his plan had succeeded and retreated back to his own kind.

the smaller animals kept a watch over raphael, nursing them back to health. though deeply saddened by the loss of their wings, and too scared to sing from then on due to the backlash from other animals, raphael continued to paint the beautiful sky from what they could see from the forest floor, hiding their paintings in their burrow.

today, raphael's wings are still not fully healed - and even they don't know if when their wings are healed if they will ever be able to fly again. however, they still continue to paint the beautiful sky, and sometimes if you're lucky, you can hear their beautiful hissing drifting softly from their burrow at the dead of night.


Very Rare


word count; 998 (i cut it close i'm laughing,,, i actually wrote 89 words over the limit at first so i had to rewrite :p)
i hope the font color is readable? i was concerned about it but i don't want to make it too much darker so i bolded it 'w';;
ahhh i'm so glad 4 pride ptps?? i love this species so much and it makes me happy 2 see representation for myself and others ;w; plus this little guy resonates really hard with me laughs...
good luck to everyone else :o i hope they go to a good owner!