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---------- ɪɴғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ::

What is a Rainbow Paint Wolf? Well it’s easy, it’s a canine that both resembles a wolf and a dog, but prefers to be called wolf. It’s tail acts like a paintbrush, paint and all! Paint strangely grows from its fur and in order for the Paint Wolf to get rid of it; it needs to paint! They range around the size of your average Labrador, and come in many different colours, but not just of the Rainbow! They can be bright in colour, dark in colour, and even black, white and grey. They also come in albino colours, but that is extremely rare. Sometimes they even have powers with their paints, but it depends on how rare they are. Paint Wolf’s eat anything they feel like really, meat, fruit, fish; it’s all up to them! During mating season, the males will show off their paintings to attract a female to them. Their mateship is painting a picture together to show their love for each other is eternal and will mark each other their paint. The average litter size for a Paint wolf is 1-2 Pups. Also between the Paint Wolves there isn’t much of a gender difference.

custom lines, edited sleek fur, custom wolf ears, wings, three tails, paintball syndrome, taller than average

At long last this contest is ready to enter. c:
This is special number 1,200! This rpw is a very large wolf with a rare mutation called paintball syndrome.

Paintball Syndrome
Paintball syndrome is where a wolf doesn't have paint sticking to their bodies. Instead they have floating orbs of paint that they whip around and control with their tails. This syndrome is very rare and doesn't happen often, it is considered to be genetic so it can be passed down from parent to pup. Though the chance of it happening is 10% out of 100. This syndrome is not lethal and can be considered a blessing. Wolves with this mutation are revered and highly respected for their abilities.

For this contest, your must choose a color palette, and describe how this rpw feels about it's mutation, as well as "paint a story" with the color palette you chose. This can be drawing it's story in comic format with the color palette, writing with some references to color, whatever you want, you have no limits as to extras and art. But the form is the minimum requirement! You can choose to skip extras.

I will design the rpw (so you yourself cannot), but you'll be including a limit of two words to inspire the design. Only words, no pictures or songs. Words can be anything from "candy cane" to "flowering field" or something more symbolic, like "quiet heart" or "dangerous journey".

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]How do they feel about their rare mutation?:[/b]
[b]Color Palette:[/b]
[b]The Color Story:[/b]
[b]Inspiration Words:[/b]

This contest ends on June 15th and is open to extensions if asked.

I was asked to extend this so it now ends on the 30th of June.

Q & A
Any questions asked will be answered right here. ^u^

Name: Is it okay to wait until the design is done at all? /)w(\

This is fine, you may also change the name if you win and do not think the design matches with the name when complete. c:

Question, do you have any sites that you would suggest to use to make the color palette with?

Yes!
To mix and match and create your own, I would suggest coolors.com or paletton. If you can't create anything you like, Colourlovers is also a good place to find premade palettes.

Ahh, I just have a quick question. ;v;
Can we do a combination of art and a story for the colour story section, or does it have to be one or the other? I have an idea for a story that I'd like to do accompanying art for, but I don't think my artistic abilities would let me make it into a comic. |D

Your welcome to both or one. c: So yes, sure. Just be sure to not actually give the wolf a design, just a single color/shading if you want. ^u^ You can even use colors from your palette to color it, if you choose the draw the wolf, just no design.

[Firedancer77]

The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
~ Saint Jerome

Username: Firedancer77
Name: Oculus Wilbur Sullivan

Oculus - Oculus is not generally used as a name, and instead is merely a noun. It's official definition is what it refers to: "a round or eyelike opening or design, in particular." While it was not Oculus' birth name, he decided to use it as his first name after setting out to make a name for himself as "all knowing." While he knows quite well that he cannot truly see into someone's mind, he has grown quite good at reading people and quite wise in his studies, and so he chose a name to represent his ability to read someone.
Wilbur - Wilbur, on the other hand, is Oculus' real first name, and in his opinion far too common. It means "resolute or brilliant," which is perhaps the only reason he kept its name at all. It compliments his intelligence, which he has spent so long growing, and so he keeps it to tell all what he is like.
Sullivan - Sullivan, Oculus' last name that he has chosen for himself to separate himself from his family, means "little dark eye." His main focus is on the part with the eye to see into others' souls, but he has yet to grasp the fact the darkness resting in his soul as well. The knowledge he has and the uncanny ability he has developed are not always used for good. In fact, it is very rare that they are. With great power comes great responsibility, but Oculus does not seem to care.
Argall - Oculus' true last name, Argall, is one he has chosen to distance himself from. It's meaning - "shelter or quiet place" - doesn't really matter to him, although it does not have quite enough meaning for his taste. However, what it connects him to does. He got away from that family a long time ago and their poverty that they could not fix through servitude. He does not want anyone to connect him to that.

Gender: Male

Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?
~ Bob Marley

How do they feel about their rare mutation: Unlike some might think, as a child Oculus never felt insecure about his abilities and how different it made him from others. Instead, he could've bathed in the reverence and respect he received from others. He feels quite honored to have his powers, taking it as a sign that he truly is destined for greatness. He practically expects people to look at him with awe just from his powers, and uses them to his advantage as he judges people and reads them with his eyes.

thought so a long time ago which is part of the reason he despised his family's situation + left + set out on his task to be someone who "sees and knows all" in the first place

For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.
~ Leonardo da Vinci

Color Palette: Here
Inspiration Words: Hungry eyes
Color Story:

No one can lie, no one can hide anything, when he looks directly into someone's eyes.
~ Paulo Coelho

Relationships: with his sister Cassia for sure, with Zaria, with Sephtis and Deimos maybe (?)

[Chimericect]

Username: Shadow.Flame
Name: Haven Mira Angelo

Haven || I didn't look up a meaning for this one, it was something that came to me as I was working on my form. It may or may not change depending on the design, although the overall character will not change. Haven is a safe place for refuge, which is what this character stands for in her society. You'll read more about her character, but the gist is that her people have been hungry and scared, so they prayed for a sign of better things to come. Then, Haven was born. She is their safety, their hope. Haven seemed like a simple, yet powerful name for someone powerful like her.

Mira|| Short for miracle, Haven was believed to be the miracle they all needed and wanted. So, in return, her family chose the middle name "Mira" for her, a shortened version of Miracle. They decided to give her a middle name because it is believed that names have power, so a secret middle name is given for protection. Although not the most unique, nobody is worried about something happening to Haven, proof from the heavens that they were being cared for.

Angelo|| Italian form of Latin Angelus, meaning "angel, messenger." This is just me being 'unique' and giving a basic last name honestly. I personally think it fits because, in her previous life, she was an angel. This gives the last name a bit more meaning to me and reminds me of her haracter.

Gender|| Female
Color Palette||Winter

This is a palette I had used in a competition before, not going to lie. I just think that it is such a gorgeous palette, and although at first I had something else in mind, I grew to very much like this one. It is light and airy, nonthreatening and pure. The blues and creams compliment one another, and I know that you can do great with the given palette.
Inspiration Words: Lost Warrior
Age|| XXX
Themesong|| XXX
Sexuality|| XXX
Item Reference|| [url]WIP[/url]

Personality|| Narcissistic, Rude, Wise, overconfident, bows to nobody, Expects to be pampered,
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WRITTENHERE

History|| Havens life began years ago, when a village prayed for a miracle. Crops hadn't been growing, livestock had been dying, their loved ones were tired and sickly. It changed when, by chance, a small three-tailed pup was born to a small family. This family had previously been believed to be unable to bear children, the two never having children prior to Haven. Haven was called many things at first, but the most prominent was "the miracle."

Reincarnation, third cycle, doesn't remember her past lives yet.Born to farmer family

How do they feel about their rare mutation?|| Haven, being the only one in her hometown to be blessed with such a thing, is very much pleased with this. Haven is prone to getting a pretty big head, and most of it comes from her rare mutation. Wolves that are afflicted with this are seen as magical beings in her hometown, magical beings that were sent by the creature of their world to mark an eon of prosperity and good fortune. Because of this, Haven has been treated like a goddess since the day she was born, gifts and tributes being given to her as tribute. Now she doesn't have powers, nor can she promise that their village will prosper, but she doesn't say anything. She developed a god-complex because of it, and has come to expect everyone to bow before her.

Relationships|| XXX

The Shrine|| [img]DESIGN[/img]
Some view Haven as a goddess, a goddess that brought the life back into the soil and health back to the people. She didn't really do any of that, however she never argued otherwise. They build a small shrine for her in town where tributes go Haven in hope that she'll continue the era of prosperity.

The Color Story||

will describe her past lives :0
Panel 1; Dire life, died in a fight
Panel 2; Angel life, warrior. Decided to give up being an angel to go to mortal world.
Panel 3; Farmer life, doesn't remember previous lives

Interview|| XXX

Images not mine
Divider picture used

[Weeping_Angel }Y{]

Username:
Name: Faveline
Gender: Female
How do they feel about their rare mutation?:
Color Palette:
The Color Story:
Inspiration Words:

mark, maybe res

forgotten dreams

x

oftentimes sad, very lonely

story: what color means to them, and why it's so important

mutation: it makes them self-conscious, and gives them anxiety

[dzo]

Username: ~Prophecy~
Name:
Gender:
How do they feel about their rare mutation?:
Color Palette: maybe light blues , browns, and golds?
The Color Story:
Inspiration Words: fallen hero
res

[Firedancer77]

Question, do you have any sites that you would suggest to use to make the color palette with?

[koegami]

mork

[booklover789]

“You are not entitled to your opinion. You are entitled to your informed opinion. No one is entitled to be ignorant.”
~ Harlan Ellison

Username:
booklover789


Name:
Bella Notte

• Named after the song from Lady and the Tramp, Bella Notte; name means "Beautiful Night."

Nickname:
Glory

• Nicknamed Glory by her parents, her nickname means "Glory to God, Happiness." Her parents were so happy at her birth that one wanted to name her Glory - her father insisted she be named after their joy, but her mother refused to go with that idea and insisted they name her something else. The two decided on naming her Bella Notte after her beautiful appearance and chose to call her Glory at home only as a nickname.

Other Names:

• Xia
• Dawndrell
• Dysis
• Tabananica

Worshipped by others as a goddess, Bella Notte is called different names for different personality traits and states of emotional being. Her names also change with how devoted a follower is, and what generation that follower grew up in.


• Xia - Means "Glow of the Sunrise" - She is called this by her devoted followers of most generations, except for the eldest generation, which refuses to use this 'new-fangled' term to describe their goddess. This is a proper name, and is used when she is merciful.
  
• Dawndrell - Means "Sunrise, Dawn" - She is called this by her not-so-devoted followers of any generation. This is not a proper name at all, though she is called this in any instance, save for when she is angry or exhibiting negative emotions.
  
• Dysis - Means "Sunset" - She is called this by her devoted followers of any generation, though it most popular with the most recent generation. This is a not-so-proper name, and she is usually called this when she is kind or being perceived as powerful.
• Tabananica - Means "Hears the Sunrise" - She is called this by her extremely devoted followers, or those of an older generation. This is her most proper name, and is usually used when talking about her angry side or her more irritated emotional states. This is also the name her enemies use when addressing her - they will never use any name but this one, as it is her oldest and most widely-used name from her most devoted followers.

Gender:
Cisgender Female


Romantic Orientation and Sexuality:
Demi-hetroromantic Grey-Asexual





Theme Songs:
Instrumental - Sky Mubs - Fantastic and Sky Mubs and Alston & Ozone - Back to Home
Vocal - Skrux and Mona Moua - Being Human and Warriyo and Laura Brehm - Mortals


Other Various Bits of Information:

• Age - Unknown (Estimated to be 3,000 years old)
• Height - 37.49 m (123 ft.)
• Weight - 1383.46 kg (3,050 lbs.)
• Favorite Foods - French Fries and Sushi
• Favorite Flower - Edelweiss
• Favorite Time of Day - Dawn and Dusk
• Dwelling Place - Clouds

Additional Notes:

• She absolutely adores sushi. She even has a plush set of adorable little sushi rolls that she likes to sleep with and display at her dwelling place.
  
• She loves the clouds. She adores getting to watch the sunrises and sunsets over the kingdom from where she dwells, up in the clouds that hover just out of reach of most wolves living in the city below.

Brief Personality:
Accomplished - Calm - Quiet - Orderly - Truthful - Content - Confident - Questioning - Practical Yet Creative - Adaptable in Certain Situations - Emotionally-Distant - Puts Up a Mask - Puts Others Needs Before Her Own


Personality:
Never one to brag about her accomplishments, Bella Notte does her best to keep things on the down-low. No matter how chivalrous or lofty as her aspirations, goals, and achievements may be, you'll never catch her mouthing off about them. She puts others needs far before her own, and doesn't like to voice her own opinions very much.

Quiet and calm, she puts up a mask for most to see. She only shows the real, true Bella Notte to a very privileged few. Her real emotions tend to stay buried, far beneath the surface, as she lives her day-to-day life. She's found it's simply easier to stuff everything down, and then periodically allow herself the luxury of crying or feeling what she really feels about a particular topic...instead of just letting everything out at once and spilling her heart out to every individual who passes her by.

Not one to talk much, Bella Notte is pretty mellow. She doesn't usually introduce herself to a great many individuals, as most are either fascinated or terrified by her appearance. She'd be the first to tell you that having both angel blood and dire blood is no piece of cheesecake - wolves tend to run away from you rather than get close to you. Those that do tend to stay close are those you can trust...and Bella Notte trusts very few.

One for order and tranquility, Bella Notte can't stand chaos. Very much a detailed-oriented individual, Bella Notte can still look at the big picture...so long as the little details are taken care of, and all the messy strings have been snipped or tied. Even though she is very large on being orderly and making sure nothing's a mess, even Bella Notte has to admit that there is some benefit in being able to go with the flow and being adaptable in certain situations, so she does try her best to keep her options open and not so limited as she might personally prefer...at least, in certain situations. She is definitely more practical than creative, and this shows most clearly when she's fighting or planning an attack. When she's just in her everyday life, she's more creative than some would give her credit for, often getting lost in thought or distracted by extreme emotions.

Most of the time, Bella Notte is pretty mellow and neutral in mood. Every now and then, though, she does get horrendous mood swings, and in these times, you'll want to distance yourself very far from her. She'll either lash out at you in anger or smother you with sadness - her mood swings almost always range toward the negative side of the scale, and are rarely pleasant things to have to deal with.

A defender of truth above all else, Bella Notte isn't envious of others in most things in life. She is content and pleased with the life she lives, though she can sometimes be found wondering what would have happened to her personality if her life or upbringing had been different. Trained from childhood to fight battles and win wars, Bella Notte learned to suppress her emotions from a young age, and learned most importantly not to NOT feel, but to SUPPRESS the feelings, only allowing herself to feel them when the proper time arises.

Not one to care about how others perceive her, Bella Notte has gotten used to the stares, glares, and sniggers as she is out and about around normal wolves. She's grown a hardened shell over the years, and no longer cares if anyone dislikes her or likes her. She is who she is, and if other wolves can't accept that, then she'll brush them aside and move forward with her life, ignoring their opinions as disillusioned and not-factual.

Overall, Bella Notte is a clear-cut INTJ-A. Confident and sure-of-herself, she's never lacking in self-confidence and never one to belittle herself or others. Quick-witted and a good decision-maker, she's nearly always right when it comes to making decisions...but this can occasionally lead her to think too highly of her own opinions. And when others think of you on the status of a goddess, well, this can cause an inflated ego, which Bella Notte does occasionally have. Independent and decisive to a fault, Bella Notte would rather rough it alone than rely on others for help. Hard-working and determined as well as fiercely independent, Bella Notte has a great understanding of work ethic. In her earlier years she may have been more willing to form alliances, but as she's gotten older and had bridges burned over her years of life, she's learned that to be lonely is to be sure that one will never get hurt. She doesn't mind the admirers, but she'd rather not make any more friends or enemies any time soon. So, she'd rather work alone than chance her own emotions getting in the way, muddying up the situation. Overly analytical, sometimes Bella Notte is too smart for her own good - she'll often spend hours trying to put strings of words together to not sound so harsh or arrogant, but she's very rarely successful. This can leave a bad taste in the mouths of others who dislike her, and doesn't help her standing with the public any. Questioning everything, Bella Notte is very willing to change her views if enough evidence is given in support of an opposing position...but getting her to change her views is often equated with having a tiger change its stripes: it's utterly impossible unless she wants to do so.





Relationships:
For each of these wolves, the question was asked of them, "What is your relationship with Bella Notte?" Below are their answers.


Abdiel
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The angel smiled, a warm look crossing his features. "Ah, my dearest friend. What would you prefer me to call her - Tabananica? Dawndrell? Xia? Dysis? Bella Notte? I don't mind - whatever makes your life easier." He paused, awaiting a reply. When none was given, he shrugged and continued. "Bella and I go way back. She's my best friend. I don't know what I'd do without her, honestly. She's an absolute joy to be around - her lovely singing voice lights up the room nearly as much as her pearly smile does." He paused, smiling, lost in thought. "Why, I wouldn't be here today without her. Did she ever tell you about the time she saved me? Oh, well, probably not - that seems out of character for her. Bella and I were fighting on the same side - the same team, I suppose you could say. We were outnumbered - about six to one, so not too bad of odds. I've survived a lot worse, let me tell you! Anyways, on this day, my power was running low and I wasn't fighting as well as I normally do. I was starting to buckle and fade - I couldn't have held up much longer than I did. Just when I was about to lose all hope, Bella swooped in there and grabbed me. I'm quite small, for an angel," he said with a pause, allowing himself to really be observed for a few seconds, "and as such, I was an easy catch." He smiled, chuckling to himself before continuing. "If I had it my way, I'd marry her in a heartbeat...y'know, if angels married, that is." He paused once more before getting up. "is that all you needed? I really must be on my way - Bella may get lighter duties nowadays, but I certainly don't! I need to head back to base to pick up my next mission. I'll see you later...but whether you see me, well...that's negotiable." He smiled, winked, and flicked his longest tail before turning around and flying off.


Elizabeth Midford-Phantomhive
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The cream and pink munchkin smiled. "Dawndrell is lovely! Not only is she beautiful, but she's rather nice to boot." She smiled, the glitter in her paint sparkling as much as her eyes. "My husband and she don't seem to get along too well...he calls her something quite odd, as well...something like...Tababiniia? I can't remember." She shrugged, the puzzled look on her features leaving as quickly as it had arrived. Her high voice might have grated on some wolves' nerves, though it obviously didn't annoy her husband. She squeaked out a continued response. "Dawndrell seems to be quite a lovely girl. She doesn't seem mean or nasty to me at all - why, she helped Eobard, Celia, and Elsbeth! When they were in trouble last winter, she was there to help them out of a snowdrift. See, they'd taken a tumble, poor things - Ciel, Sebastian, and I went to this lovely Christmas party, and, oh, the children were bored sick, so I let them outside to play in the snow. The poor dears didn't quite see the snowbank in time to stop in their frolicking, and ran straight into it. Eobard managed to get himself out, my lovely, strong son...but he couldn't pull his sisters out after him! Without Dawndrell's help, my children would have perished in the snow." Elizabeth paused before getting up to leave, throwing one last comment over her shoulder. "But Ciel doesn't know about any of this - and I'd advise you to be mum about it, all right?"


Ciel Phantomhive
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The small munchkin wolf sighed, rubbing his temples. A disgusted look passed over his face. He was careful not to knock off the eye-patch covering his bad eye. "Listen to me closely. Tabananica is against everything I fight for, and she stands to lose an awful lot if she crosses paths with me again. My family has done nothing wrong to her - she has no reason to hate us. Well, I should rephrase, I suppose - my children are safe from her gaze, as is my wife. Myself and my head servant, Sebastian, however...we seem to be a different story." His prim British accent suddenly took on a confused lilt. "As for why she doesn't get along well with me, hm...if I were to speculate - and I do tell you, it would be pure speculation - I would estimate that it was some insult I gave to her in my younger years, when I had not taken on a wife and not had a family of my own." He paused for only a moment before continuing, shifting around the earrings in his ears and flicking the rings on his fingers around - a nervous tick he hadn't given up from his earlier years. "Having a family changes you. It changes your entire perspective on life. I admit I'm not the most loving wolf to be around, nor am I the most compassionate...but having my own children has changed me. If Tabananica is unwilling to see my progress, then I could care less what she does. Whether she soars in the skies or falls down a series of holes in the ground matters not to me. In other words...she's no concern of mine. Now, if that's all, I do have work to do. Good day, Madame."


Sebastian Michaelis
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The pale wolf chuckled with a paw raised to his lips, covering his fangs. "Tabananica? Why, the little snot needs to learn her place in the world." His eye flashed magenta as he lowered his paw. His British accent was thick as he continued his response. "I serve Phantomhive and his household. I'm in direct orders to stay very far away from the wretched soul, and I plan on honoring my agreement with the Phantomhive family. Tabananica is not safe anywhere near me or the household I am sworn to protect." His fangs glinted in the dimming light. "Have I made my position clear enough for you, dear? Or..." He paused, the magic on his tail undulating and sparkling to life like fire. "Or, perhaps I need to clarify, for you, dear?" He stepped forward, a grin of amusement flickering over his features for only a moment. "I suggest you leave my presence if you're in alliance with that fallen soul. I believe I've made myself as clear as crystal, yes?"


Mephistopheles
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The grey wolf seemed appalled that anyone would ask such a question. She tossed her head haughtily. "Oh, please. Like anyone would actually care about that piece of dirt." She scoffed and turned tail, walking off, forcing the interview to follow her closer than anticipated. "As you can tell, we're in Hell. I'm the princess of this place, and Daddy gets me whatever I want. DADDY!" she screamed.
Her father, Livius, glanced over, a disgruntled look on his face as he waved away three demons. "Yes, darling?"
"Could you please get Tabananica's tail for me? I know she has three - I just want one. Thanks, Daddy!" She pranced off, leaving her father shaking his head as he stared after her. He didn't utter a word in response.





How Does She Feel About Her Rare Mutation?
As a child, she always knew she was different, but it was more a distant, disconnected understanding that others would make fun of her for her looks and how she appeared. She may have wished it to be different, but once she realized that things would never change, she took the adult mindset and applied it to herself: if others won't accept me for who I am, then I need to be confident in myself so as to not let their words hurt me. To this day, she has a neutral stance on her mutation. She is grateful for the powers that come with it, and the revered status she has because of her paint, so on a very base level, she is pleased she has such a mutation. On a higher plane of intellectualism, however, she has to admit that there are both pros and cons to having such a type of paint. The pros are that she is obviously respected and looked at by most wolves as having god-like powers. The downside is exactly that: if one is revered as a goddess but one is mortal, one is faced with the juxtaposition of those two aspects in one's life. Living the lonely life that Bella Notte does is not one she would quickly wish upon other wolves. She understands that needing someone there for you that you can confide in is an important aspect of life that she simply does not have because of how she is viewed due to her special paint. Overall, she thinks of her paint as a good thing, as it has gotten her very far in life and allowed her many privileges that wolves lower on the scale would never be privy to...but she also counts it as a bad thing, as she will never know how it is to be a "normal" wolf.





Color Palette:
Evening Embers


The Color Story:
The wolf soared above the clouds, the lush purples and pinks that lit up the sky at sunset alighting in her eyes, reflecting back golden yellow. She blinked, searching the sky for something, anything...any signs of life. She was looking for a new place to call home, a new place to stay. After the war between her forces and the enemy, she'd saved her only friend, Abdiel. She'd kept him from dying a death more painful than that that the enemy even feared, and had given up something precious to do so: her status as a proper angel. She was fallen, now, a creature none would wish to look upon and bask in the glow of. Her halo had been stripped from her, though she'd been allowed to keep her powers and her wings. Being half dire and half angel had never been an easy thing to swallow, but the wolf had done her best to serve her battalion well. With a glance of her eyes, they alit up golden once more as the setting sun glinted through them. She sighed, knowing her fate was sealed: she was never to see Abdiel again, never to find love in this world, and never to truly be content with her life unless she accepted her current state of affairs. She looked now only for a place to call home, a place where she could start anew, with no previously-held opinions or fates of destiny mapped out before her. Some movement in the corner of her vision made her flip around and glance up. What she saw made her breath catch in her throat.
"Abdiel?" she whispered.
He smiled as he soared beside her. "Put in a good word with the Big Man for you."
"What did He say?"
"You're still an angel. Your powers haven't been revoked, so even though they took your halo, you're still an angel, just like me and just like - "
"You mean it? You're not just playing games?"
Abdiel smiled. "Of course I mean it. I wouldn't be so cruel as to joke about this."
The purple clouds seemed to shine a little brighter. The sunlight glinted off of Abdiel's pink and yellow eyes, turning both into a flaming creamy-orange. Something shined around Abdiel's neck. The female didn't recognize it. "What is that 'round your neck, soldier? Dog-tags?"
Abdiel shook his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Those are far-outdated, and you know it! No, this is a gift for you." He pulled off one necklace, leaving one behind. He placed the dark purple star around his friend's neck. "I have one that matches, see?"
She glanced down at the glowing pendant and smiled. "This feels like - "
"Yeah, it's real." He bashfully smiled. "Only the best for my best friend, right?"
Silence stretched between them. After what seemed an eternity with the sun slowly sinking below the horizon, Abdiel asked his final question. "Where will you go now?"
"I don't know."
"I mean, well, do you have to g- "
"Yes," she interjected, putting a stop to his train of thought instantaneously. "The Big Man may not think my actions necessary of reproach, but I personally will not stand for injustice. And how I conducted myself today was mistaken."
Abdiel placed a paw on her shoulder, as gentle as if he were picking a daisy. "You acted in the heat of battle, in the heat of the moment. Would you not expect anyone to act the same way, Bella-"
"YOU did not act that way."
Abdiel was silent.
"So you do not disagree? I see we have come to an impasse, then."
He nodded. "We can still be friends, you know. A difference in action does not mean a difference in heartfelt intentions."
"Only I know my own intentions. Do not forget so soon, Abdiel - your power does not allow you to see into others thoughts." She was stone-faced as she spoke, glancing about in the growing darkness for some spark of orange sunlight.
He sighed, rubbing a paw through his purple hair. "Fine, then. I will take my leave of you, heart broken. Is that truly how you wish our relationship to -"
"Our relationship never started."
He licked his lips, nodded, and turned to fly back. Before setting off, he threw one last comment over his shoulder. "No matter about the relationship, then. We made a pact, Bella. We are friends, and we will remain as such until the day we both shall die. I shall not soon forget that promise, and I pray that you do not neglect to remember it anytime soon."
And with that, the light started to die, leaving the female wolf alone as she soared onward, finally finding a cloud thick enough to hold her weight. She fell asleep with the final flash of golden light as the sun sunk fully below the horizon.





Inspiration Words:
Beautiful Disaster





Credits:
Header - http://trappixi.tumblr.com/post/1614527 ... -right-now
Small Galaxy Avatars - Cropped and edited by me; taken from this original picture: http://astrofanatic.tumblr.com/post/161 ... st-picture

There Is Not a Truth Existing Which I Fear.
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Username: Simonpet
Name: Gorman
Meaning: "Gorman" is derived
from "gorm" which means "blue"
in Irish.
Gender: Male
Age: ??? years old
Color Palette: xXx
Inspiration Words: the elements

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How do they feel about their rare mutation?
Gorman loves his mutation! He feels that it enables him to have greater control over his paintings and enjoys the awed looks he gets from others. He also enjoys his wings because he loves to fly, although occasionally feels that his three tails slow him down a bit.

The Color Story
Gorman sat on the park bench with eyes closed to ignore the odd looks of the pedestrians around him. Today was one of his few days off and he was determined to enjoy it as much as possible. He was thinking of starting a new painting after finishing the previous one only two days ago (it had taken him several weeks to complete and he was always eager to practice) and wanted to gain some inspiration from the scenery around him. He opened his eyes and squinted from the light that hit them immediately. In front of him was a path that he had been walking along. A few more steps and there was a small hill where several families were having picnics. Just then, a pair of Keloski Dragons walked by, arguing quietly about something. All Gorman caught was something about the brown Keloski being "boring" and a "downer" all the time. His eyes lingered on the pair, thinking privately that their colors meshed well together. The brown Keloski was a golden-brown with spots and a few accents of light dust-brown. The pink Keloski was more like a peach which faded to a pale color that wasn't quite white but not quite pink either. They really did look good together.

Gorman turned his attention back to the families on the grass. He saw a pair of winged cats with three kits. Only one looked as though it were the pair's child. Perhaps the other two were adopted or children from another pairing? It wasn't unheard of on Earth, he knew, for partners to have children for convenience, split them, and raise them with separate partners. While he found the practice strange, he also knew that the children were always well-cared for. One of the parents looked like one of those seabirds with his gray markings and bird-like wings. Gorman smiled as he twitched his own wings. The other parent looked like a dragon before he realized that all they had were horns, wings, and scales, while the rest was very feline. The kits were a mixture of the two, with one having bird wings, another dragons wings, and the third none, but all took after the dragon-cat's purple coloration.

There was also a winged dog watching their pup run around. Gorman snorted when he saw their colors, which were practically an inversion. The adult was purple with brown and blue accents while the pup was brown with purple and blue accents. The pup was clearly trying to fly with its tiny wings while the adult simply sat back and watched. The pup never quite managed to do anything more than glide and so Gorman turned his attention to the final family.

There were three canines that he believed were Faelixes with one clearly being the parent and the other two being the pups. The parent was bright blue with bright pink and paler pink highlights. Gorman thought that the colors clashed slightly but the pattern was nice and simple--perfect to try and replicate. The pups were adorable. One was white with blue and gray markings and was clearly unhappy at being groomed. The other--its sibling--was dark gray with pink and white markings and was laughing at its sibling's distress. Gorman frowned; making fun of others was rude, in his opinion, even if that other was one's own sibling.

Gorman stood up suddenly and stretched, eager to get back to his apartment and start on the next painting, which was to be of the families in the park. He was considering buying some paint and mixing it with his own to come up with the exact colors, although he could also do silhouettes if he was feeling lazy. He wrinkled his nose. Being lazy with color didn't sit well with him. No, he'd find the colors to perfectly depict the families. He took a camera out of his pocket and snapped a picture. The whole process took a couple of minutes, most of which was spent waiting for the camera to turn on. Once he was done, he put the camera strap around his shoulder and started on the path back home.

History
Gorman was born in 1138 AE in Luna Colony a couple of decades after it was successfully set up, to a pair of loving Rainbow Paint Wolf parents. He inherited his large size and three tails from his father, and his wolf-like features and wings from his mother. However, his mutation came as a complete surprise to both of them, who nonetheless loved him dearly. They taught him how to shift into his human and anthro forms early on, partially to prevent injuries and partially to prevent the hallways from being damaged. He went through schooling as an oddball to some, a curiosity to others. He became good friends with Lemon, one of the only other Rainbow Paint Wolves to live in Luna Colony. The two went through school together, and kept in contact throughout their whole lives.

Gorman moved to Earth when he was in his thirties in order to sell his paintings and see the world. He started out by working menial jobs--working at cafes, babysitting, cleaning houses--while practicing his painting style on the side. He went to a fair one day, and decided to show off a few of his works while working on his then-unfinished piece of a tree in his apartment's backyard. The crowd that flocked to him was larger than the crowds elsewhere, and he soon made a large profit by creating and selling his works at subsequent fairs. This was his life for almost a century until he bought himself a sizable house in a rural area, where he could paint some of his smaller works in peace.

During the early 1400s, Gorman wandered into Ethan Brui's Sculpture Shop to buy himself something. He met with Ethan, the owner, and the two had a little chat. From then on, Gorman would meet with Ethan at least once a week, and eventually suggested that they partnered to sell both sculptures and paintings. Ethan liked the idea, and the two became partners, with Gorman selling his paintings and Ethan selling his sculptures. Occasionally, they would help each other, Gorman painting some sculptures and Ethan creating textures with his laser paint. This has lasted until the present day.

Relationships
Ethan Brui -- Gorman met Ethan when he wandered into Ethan's sculpture shop. The two became friends over their shared love of art and sculptures, and Gorman asked if he could contribute some of his paintings to the shop. Soon, the two became co-owners of the shop, Ethan working with the sculptures and Gorman making the paintings and occasionally helping Ethan "spruce up" his creations.
Lemon Drop -- Gorman and Lemon were born a couple of years apart in Luna Colony and grew up together. Lemon was always in awe of Gorman, who was much larger than all of the canines and even rivaling some of the equines. The two were never the best of friends but they would almost always work together in projects, and even after Gorman moved to Earth, continue to write and visit each other.

Other
Gorman would exist in the Second Plane, a universe where all of my characters reside. The Second Plane has a parallel Earth with evolution occurring slightly differently, partially due to the over-abundance of magic. Like all other Rainbow Paint Wolves within this universe, Gorman's Dire ancestors were one of the few canines who gained sapience and control over magic (through their paint) early on.

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