[Rummy]

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.

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

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[color=#0000BF][b]PTP Name:[/b][/color]
[color=#4000FF][b]PTP Gender:[/b][/color]
[color=#8040BF][b]PTP Rarity:[/b][/color] Uncommon
[color=#BF80FF][b]Story OR Art:[/b][/color]

Extras(art, stories, etc) ARE allowed! There is 400 word limit. Form prettying is allowed.
End date is 12/14.

[capone.]

PTP Name:
PTP Gender:
PTP Rarity: Uncommon
Story OR Art:

res!!!

[kanekikennn]

okay wow this baby is gorgeous

[trickszy]

PTP Name:
-:- Amaranthine -:- {am-ah-ran-thin} -:-
-:- A color which resembles magenta, a purple-red. -:-
-:-I chose this name because it sounds very beautiful, and it does look quite like Amaranthine's paint color. -:-
PTP Gender:
-:- Although the name seems feminine, Amaranthine's gender is male. -:-
PTP Rarity: Uncommon
Story OR Art:
-:- WIP -:-



Oh gosh, he's so beautiful!
Whoever gets him is lucky! :3

[SnivelGriff]

res

[chupacabras]

Mark!

[Rummy]

okay wow this baby is gorgeous

Aww thanks! I think so too! I actually love it a lot, haha! But good luck to all the contestants! C: Whomever gets this one is getting a special little bab!

[lady windle.]

PTP Name: Opal
PTP Gender: Female
PTP Rarity: Uncommon
Story OR Art: Named after the Drama Queen known as Opal from Steven Universe [ I know may be odd ] but she is truly a lovely spirit who is full of spunk, elegance, and surprises and holds a new experience around every corner. She is proud of who she is and cares none of what other's think of her. She is lovely, and knows how to have a good time. Protective, careless, and young in heart. A true beautiful soul. And their colors just matched so perfectly. I could think of nothing better.

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Alone in the woods the lovely snake set on her rock made of pure opal, it glowed as the sun hit it's unique colors just like the colors of her scales. The light beamed off of her eyes as she stared down at the small creature before her, it was a butterfly, a new butterfly but a butterfly none the less. Much like the animals here it had it's own unique pattern but only when this little one opened his wings their was nothing there but white and it broke her heart.

Lowering her head down from her rock the small butterfly fluttered up and touched her nose with his own. Sliding her tongue out of her mouth Opal tasted him as well and smiled.

"Do not worry little one I have a pattern just for you"

Lowering her head she let the small creature land on the rock and turn it's back to her opening it's wings. Gently the snake lifted her tail of purple paint and went to work. Placing lines here, dots there, zig zags, stars, hearts, and more. She could see the image within her head and with the steady tail she called her own she knew it would turn out perfect. And soon she was done. Smiling she tasted the air once more and nudged the small creature.

"Now my little on you are as unique as the others"

Seeing the butterfly flaps it's wings with a newfound purpose she knew this butterfly would never forget her. And to this day the little creature stops by to show her how unique her painting on his wings really is.



367 Words. c:
[ including her name, gender, and rarity. ]

[Arrows]

Possible res

[gomi.]

PTP Name: Aura
PTP Gender: Female
PTP Rarity: Uncommon
Story OR Art: (156 words)
Aura looked down at the water, sparkling and shimmering beautifully. She smiled as she tasted the sweet air and starting dipping her tail in, making the water a dance of clear, white, and magenta. The background slowly swirled and made shapes Aura liked to imagine in her head, likes squirrels, trees, even plain circles. She painted them all on a boulder resting by the pond, even though she wasn't that good. It was messy and covered in paint and her bad drawings. It was a work of art, and she loved it. She started drawing another shape, but a raindrop hit her head, and then it started pouring. And Aura watched as her art became sad and droopy, then slowly fell into the grass and washed away. She smiled anyways, and shrugged. She needed more space anyways. So she drew in the rain, laughing as her drawings looked funnier and funnier as they sagged and fell.