Oh, this is too gorgeous. Do you think I could try out for him even though I'm already trying out for three? He's just so beautiful.
▪ Username:
Farrah
▪ Whelkon Name:
Solus
▪ Why you chose this name:
It means "lonely" in latin.
▪ Story:
Solus carefully walked the streets. The darkest of the night had fallen, and even the criminals had gone to sleep. He walked among the buildings, the alleys, the places that he knew he would never see against. He silently said goodbye, a grey angel walking away. He looked into the building of a mother and her daughter, struggling to make it. He had watched them for years. Now he bid them a silent farewell. He looked toward the little ice cream shop in the center of town, and too said adieu to it.
Farewell, my city. Farewell, sleep well, do not let your fears quell. he thought. And with that, he left.
He walked, out of the city and into the surroundings of it. The safe little buildings, nestled into the landscape. He traveled, and traveled, and finally, he felt it. It was something in his mind, something instinctual. Something new.
It started with the smell of grass, as he slowly found his way away from the place he had been in for his whole life. It was earthy and warm. Next came rain. He relished the warm water, which seemed to be cleansing him somehow. afterward, everything seemed so new and...
alive, somehow. A butterfly landed on his nose, and he stared at it, a bit surprised. It was a vibrant blue, and for just one second, Whelkon and butterfly stared at each other. Then the butterfly took off, and Solus watched the sun glint off of it's wings.
Finally, he came to it. He stepped in dirt, real dirt, not just city grime, for the first time. It felt perfect. He smelled the air, full of life and plants. And the trees! Everywhere, all of them with vibrant green leaves. He saw birds, and squirrels, and new life everywhere. And slowly, tentatively, Solus began to run. And as he run, he felt something shedding off of him. He ran with pure joy, he ran because he was home. And as he ran, he felt the world become white.
▪ Art:

(body markings, i did trace a bit of it. Sorry, I can't draw. I do not own the lines, all rights go to respective owners.)