[Calix]

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 PTP is furious and covered in scars from some kind of..War?
It somehow has black paint!

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[color=#004000][b]PTP Name:[/b][/color]
[color=#004000][b]PTP Gender:[/b][/color]
[color=#004000][b]PTP Rarity:[/b][/color] Very Rare
[color=#004000][b]Where'd they get those scars?[/b][/color]

Extras(art, stories, etc) ARE allowed! There is a word limit of 500 words. Form prettying is allowed.
End date is January 1st.

This PTP was drawn by Calix!

[madrilenial]

ooh, I hadn't seen this one yet! Marking to see the winner and the forms!

[wendigo.]

PTP Name: Peril
PTP Gender: Female
PTP Rarity: Very Rare
Where'd they get those scars? Ugh. Another war? Why does that pompous old excuse for a king have to pick a fight with everyone? And looks at me. I am covered in scars, possibly they will never heal.
I remember how I got them, too...It was dark. The tides of the battle were turning, and all seem lost for the king. However, he knew he had a great advantage; Peril. Not one snake could bite her without burning their mouths on her heated scales, and she had won many a battle before. He looked to her, and signalled. With a sigh, Peril slithered from the safety of the castle. Almost immediately, six huge pythons leapt for her, but recoiled when their mouths caught fire, and slithered away, hissing loudly. But she had not gotten away uninjured; lines crisscrossed her face where their fangs had hit. *Time skip* They had won the war. It wasn't just for Peril though, many a snake fought and died in that war. The kingdom shrank by almost a half, almost all snakes were gone.
Peril thought back to that fateful day, and thought about how many snakes had been killed. Too many, she thought, shaking her head. Next time, I won't even fight...

[Wokkie]

PTP Name: Electra (which means "The fiery Sun" in Greek)
PTP Gender:Male
PTP Rarity: Very Rare
Where'd they get those scars?
Every scar represented every fight Electra had went in to. Each of them holds a deep dark secret that only he himself acknowledges. Fire. Fire everywhere... The memory was blurry. It came and went back in a flash. The whole world spun around Electra. The fight that made him got most of his scars. The fight that made him turn like this. To a monster. His body was engulfed with flames. Before he knew it, his life changed ever since then. Another male snake intruded his territory. He can sense it slithering slowly through the tall grass. Nearing him. The intruder was letting out a threatening aura, but that alone would not make Electra back down. As Electra slithered to a high rock, his sharp tongue hissed in and out, picking up the scent from the intruder. The distance between them is decreasing slowly as the intruder moved towards him. Electra decided to not lose this battle, as so he started plotting the upcoming battle and the advantages, but his thought scattered when the intruder appeared in front of him. Electra was quite shocked. It was also a flame snake. The same species as him. It's oddly rare to find his own species here in the wild. Until he realised he was thinking too much, his enemy took the chance to attack him. Electra dodged, as he thought. What great power and speed... The enemy's size is twice the size of his. This may be a big disadvantage to him, Electra knew this yet he continued fighting back. At the end, the enemy won. Electra laid on the ground, exhausted and injured. Fresh scars were all over his body, his flames died down a little. The dominant snake slithered towards his limp body and looked at him with the eyes same of looking at a failure. "You are a disgrace to the Flaming PTP snakes. Your power has no match over a regular snake. Be gone, failure. You have failed to exceed my expectations. This territory is now mine." The enemy lashed him one last time before he slithered away, leaving Electra lying on the ground. Tired and furious. Electra was affected emotionally over the disgraceful words. He decided that one day, he will exceed over the powers of every snake, and avenge himself.

(Sorry if its too long. I'm not an official writer, but I'm always interested in writing reptile adventure stories.)

[ShadyBro]

PTP Name: Hellfire
PTP Gender: Male
PTP Rarity: Very Rare
Where'd they get those scars? Hellfire acquired his many scars through years of traveling the planes of hell. He has fought and struggled his way through many hardships in his travels, and has learned so much about life after death. He cares little that his close encounters with death have changed him into a rough and uncaring python, because he boldly shows off his battle scars as badges of honor.

[kanekikennn]

PTP Name: Pyralis
PTP Gender: transgender male
PTP Rarity: Very Rare
Where'd they get those scars? Ah. Pyralis is always getting into fights so there's no telling where all of those scars came from. He's seldom careful when he fights with another; he doesn't need to me. They know that he's the python you should never mess with and that you shouldn't even think about picking a fight with him. And yet, other pythons still try to prove that they're better than him. So they fight. He's never lost a fight, but he's also never come back from one without a few scars. Pyralis also enjoys starting fights, and this is where he got most of his scars. He challenged a more powerful snake when he was still young and when his flaming scales were still dim. If he won this fight, he would be able to win every other fight. And he did. But it was a close call. The opponent had him pinned to the ground and had almost ended his life right then and there. The other had tried to bite him many times, fangs only just scraping off a few scales. Those scrapes became scars. Some of those scars are also burn wounds. Pyralis has discovered that anger can increase the height of his flames overtime, and during the times that he threw fits, his flames grew out of control, burning his scales.

[spring.]

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put on your war paint

you are a brick tied to me that's
draggin' me down
strike a match and i'll
burn you to the ground

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PTP Name:
"they call me war."

PTP Gender:
"agender, but I accept he/ him pronouns as well."

PTP Rarity:
"very rare, indeed."

Where'd they get those scars?
"i got these scars from glorious battles, weaving my war and guiding my armies to victory! covered by the shadow of the night, i attack stealthily. and when the war has begun, i try to keep it going as long as possible. nothing can calm my bloodthirst! however, all too many times, the enemy lay their hands on me, giving me deep gashes. they try to end my life, but they don't realize one thing: i am the embodiment of war, and as hard as they try, nothing can be rid of war! every time they fight a war, i become stronger! war is inescapable!"

the real story is actually quite shocking.

after the unlawful breaking of six of the seven seals, the end-war would be fought between the third kingdom, the kingdom of heaven and the kingdom of hell. this set the battlefield for the battle of armageddon. the ground fo man was the battleground and would determine the eternal fate of mankind on judgement day. the war was waged in a way that was never seen before, archangels fought in the battle. elite demons destroyed anything that lay in their path. all seemed to be chaos and anarchy, but the only order that the devastation that was unleashed unto both kingdoms. the third kingdom was wiped from existence. however, even after a century the two kingdoms still fought. war was found guilty of the cause of the premature apocalypse. he is then sentenced to be destroyed, but to avoid this, he makes a deal to be placed back on the decrepit earth to find out who was behind the war. as a result of his crime, war has lost much of his power and his horse, ruin. he must find the other horsemen and determine who misled them into beginning the final battle. in his search, he must kill four demon guardians to gain access to a tower. there he finds the angel of death imprisoned. the angel of death confesses to conspiring with abaddon to bring the apocalypse early. war claims his job is done, but he actually must kill the destroyer to restore the balance. after a skirmish with the destroyer, war came out victorious. he then retrieves the seventh seal, but had it ripped from his clutches to prevent him from returning to his full power. an angel stabs war in the back, restoring him to his full power with the breaking of the seventh seal. he is then reunited with his brothers. the scars came from all of these battles and then some.

--> based on darksiders plot.


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[Calix]

This PTP has ended, and will be judged shortly!

[Calix]

This PTP has ended, and the winner is....

Spring! Congrats!

However, there is a runner up! The runner up is.....
PyroSkeletor!

[kanekikennn]

congrats everyone!