[IzzyBee]

---------- 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 paint brush, paint and all! Paint strangely grows from it’s 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.

Normal fur/small ears/curly tail/common green paint

[Pyromaniacal]

Username: Sno Leopard
Name: Ecto
Gender Male
Five Word Personality:
Adventure Story:

WIP

[Running Fern]

Well, Leo took a trip not to long ago actually
to the Amazon Rain forest. He went there to
learn more about his family and where
he came from. He arrived early in the
day, taking only a backpack with necessary
survival items in it, and a rough map of the
rain forest. He set out, with a guide who would
help him navigate through the thick
undergrowth searching for a small village
in the forest that he was told was where his
mother lived. There were so many questions
he had for her if he finally found her. He
walked for a while behind the guide without
anything happening, so they stopped for a
minuet by a river where Leo pulled out his
map trying to get an idea for where they
were, he stepped closer to the river trying
to get into the sunlight that was mostly
blocked by the thick rain forest canopy,
he edged a little closer than he should have
though and slipped crying out as his legs slid
into the water the map flying out of his hands
falling into the water where it was swept away
from him down the river. The guide grabbed
Leo pulling him back onto solid ground.
Leo sat on the ground for a second catching
his breath before getting up "Now what are
we going to do?" Leo asked his guide. The
guide shrugged "We'll have to just head in
a general direction, hope we get lucky."
The guide said shrugging again. Leo
sighed and headed off roughly in the
direction they were headed before.
They traveled again tromping on through the
forest before reaching another obstacle a
large cliff face with a 8 foot gap before
another large cliff face. Leo sighed
wondering what to do. He sat down on a
stump looking across the cliff span he
glanced up but all he could see was the
canopy It was very quiet out by the cliff as
Leo sat on the stump, then the silence was
broken by the shrieking of monkeys.
The monkeys ran out of the depths of the
rain forest still shrieking the monkeys leaped
up into the trees and ran along the branches
till they were mostly across the 8 foot gap
before leaping across the rest of the gap.
Leo stood up and climbed up one of the
trees. He slowly wandered out onto the branch
"Are you coming?" He called out to the guide
glancing back for a brief second. "Pff! In your
dreams! I'm not getting paid nearly enough
to do that!" The guide said scoffing he tossed
Leo up the supplies which Leo just managed to
catch before they fell, the guide stalked off
back into the depths of the rainforest.
Leo sighed and continued along the branch
he made it to the end and leaped over to the
other side of the cliffs. Leo looked back over
the edge of the cliff before shaking his fur
out and continuing into the rainforest.
He pushed through layers of leaves and
vines as he walked through the forest he
froze his fur standing on end as a fierce
growl was emitted from above him.
he glanced up and almost screamed at the
sight of the large leopard sitting up in
the tree looking down on him hungrily.
Leo stood frozen in place as the leopard
licked its lips. Leo was preparing
himself to make a mad dash away from the
leopard when four men dashed out of the
bushes brandishing spears they hollered
and yelled at the leopard, the leopard
shrieked in surprise and jumping out of
the tree it ran off into the rainforest.
Leo's mouth was hanging wide open
he stared at the four warriors who had
chased off the leopard. "Uuh, Thank you."
He said awkwardly "Do you happen to know
by any chance where I could find the Passe' "?
He asked they looked at him confused and
he sighed it looks like they didn't speak
english. Leo racked his brain for the right
words to say.
"uumm, Donde son el Passe' porfavor?"
He asked in spanish. Most of the warriors
still looked confused but one stepped
forward. "Quatros millas norte."
Said the warrior indicating which way was north.
"Ah! Gracias, Gracias!" Leo called out as he
scampered off into the direction the warrior
had indicated. He ran most of the way but
slowed himself after a while. "Four miles."
he thought and let out a huff of air, but he was
determined to make it. He would not have come
this far to give up. So he trudged on making his
way through the rainforest only stopping to rest
twice before he came upon a small village of
huts all surrounding one large hut. "This is it."
Leo thought grinning. This was where he would
finally know the answers. This was his home.

[GREML0RD]

Omg reserve so hard QOQ

Username:
Neroro
Name:

Gender
Female
Five Word Personality:
wip
Adventure Story:

[aeth]

reused form with help from minke

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username
rose .

personality
Pessimistic | Lazy | Curious | Nonchalant | Pliable

story
'Can't believe I got dragged into this.'
The words that ran through Ovia's head remained as that, in his head. He protested countless times to his friends but in the end, he was forced to follow them. How you ask? Let's just say, the closer you are to someone, the more information they learn to blackmail you with. Sighing, he tailed the jolly herd of paint wolves with his signature nonchalant expression. Where were they even going?

'Oh.'
Ovia gaped at where the crew had stopped. A very large cavern was right in front of his eyes, stalagmites and stalactites were outlined by the light of day from the outside. The "leader" of the group had, very bluntly, commented about how they could die here. To think that Ovia could still be at home, resting, reading a book, whatever, instead of being here, risking his life for a thrill that he never knew he had the ability to experience. This was utterly ridiculous.

'This is a terrible idea.'
Ovia, and the group that so rudely dragged him out of the shelter of his room and into the dangers of the outside world, ventured into the cavern. Ovia could only admit, it was a beautiful sight inside the caves, but that didn't stop him from whining about how tired he was and scolding them for taking him here. In the end, there was nothing in the cave other than a large pool of water encircled by large round stones. Ovia heard them discussing about what they were for, but he couldn't care less.

The Paint Wolves slathered the walls with some of their paint but Ovia only left a spot of his green paint as he made his exit back to home sweet home. An enjoyable day had gone by. Not that it mattered to him.

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[rambun.]

Username: rambun.
Name: Marvolo
Gender Male
Five Word Personality: totes the real slim shady Awkward, Gentle, Nervous, Clumsy, Amiable
Adventure Story:

Green, Green, why is it Green? Out of all the colors it could be, why green? The color of Grass, of trees, of frogs, stands out about as much as a leaf on a bush-ugh! Everything's Green, why is it Green? I can't paint anything, without it blending in.How am I ever going to impress her if all of my paintings are consumed by their hue?

The Paint Wolf lay on his back, looking up at the tree above him, the grass around him, annoyed with its greenness.His tail oozed the tree-like, bush-like, grass-like hue, and of course, it left no mark. For the same as writing white on white, or black on black, Coloring a surface with its own color doesn't produce any results that could be seen.

Marvolo envied the Paint wolves who had brilliant, warm colored paint, that would always stand out when they touched any canvas, be it as potent and textured as grass or as delicate as sand. His paint wasn't like that, it was a dreadful medium, as he thought. It would stick to the sand, coating his tail in it and making it extremely itchy. And of course, it plain wouldn't show on grass.

Mating season was coming soon, and it would be gone almost as quick as it would come, and he knew he had to find someplace, any place, to display his talents, and hope to find a mate.

and so the adventure began... but not until he could get out of this field.

That was an ordeal in itself, because even though his painting couldn't be seen on the grass, it still was paint, and paint was sticky, especially as it dried. Marv ended up getting green paint stuck all over his body, making his fur stick up in strange ways, this way, that, and clumping together. Not only was it odd looking, but also uncomfortable.

Marvolo trampled his way through the rest of the field, until he was able to dart through a gap in the trees surrounding, and came to a river. He hopped in, submerging everything except his tail, which he left idly doodling on the riverbed, while he washed.

After he believed himself to be sufficiently cleaned, he walked out of the river, and, briefly looking back, he saw the flower he had doodled, and how on top of the fact that it looked decent... he could see it! In a flurry of excitement and anticipation, he raced over to where he had doodled, and no sooner had he placed a foot above it, the gravelly river rocks crumbled, and fell into the river.

Sullen and unhappy that his masterpiece had been destroyed, Marvolo trudged on.

Green, Green, it had to be green.It sticks to grass but rolls off gravel. It had to be green..."

Marv continued on, head down, tail drooped lazily behind him, barely at a steady drip now. He continued, tripping over several rocks and tiny branches, but not faltering his path until he ran into a tree. Without thinking, he began to apologize profusely, without realizing that he was saying sorry to a tree. He backed up, before continuing, head a little higher as so not to repeat the incident.

He began mumbling to himself, doubting that he could find a spot, and how it was getting dark, and how if he didn't head back soon he'd be trapped for the night. He tried to ward off these thoughts, and kept trudging through the forest, and up a path, that took him toward quite a large tree.

He was wary not to run into it facefirst, and decided that this tree would be a good stopping point for him, and he leaped up onto a low, barren branch. He then stretched himself out between two other branches, and tried to sleep.

Within an hour, a sound awakened him.It was a minor rustling sound from far off, but it was enough to set Marvolo on edge. Another sound sent him climbing the tree, higher and higher with each sound.That's when the growling started. It was low at first, soft, but all at once it crescendoed into a booming noise that overtook the surrounding area with silence . As the wound wavered and repeated, Marvolo dashed from branch to branch, almost no order to his leaping, until he slipped on his own paint and fell down to the base of the tree.

The sunlight was harsh the next morning, cutting like needles into Marv's eyelids, beckoning him to awaken from his slumber. As he slowly shook awake, and struggled to his feet, he could only vaguely remember what had happened the night prior, his only reminder a soreness in his back.
As he began attempting to walk, he was dripped on by a drop of wet paint. Slowly, he looked up. On the leaf-barren, brown, tree, was an assortment of green paint, hanging down in ribbons, half dried. It formed a strange pattern around the dead branches, making the tree look rejuvenated, and like a fully leaved tree. There was however, a floral aspect to it. For the paint ribbons would go outward from the base of the tree, and come back.

All Marvolo could do was look at what he had inadvertently created, and sit there in awe.

[IzzyBee]

Congratulations rose! I really loved the simplicity and the mystery behind your story, take care of Ovia! n.n

[aeth]

Congratulations rose! I really loved the simplicity and the mystery behind your story, take care of Ovia! n.n

Ah ;v;
Thank you so very much!
I shall do as you've said.

[Running Fern]

Congratulations rose! <3