[.Lunarsky.]

---------- 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.

W/O hair & glow

Type 1-Funky tail-Short ears-Small fang-Hair mutation-Rare black paint-Glowing paint-Owned by Balto.

Geez it's been awhile since ive released a adopt,plus I promised to make RPW 666!
So heres ya go! The contest will be a bit different,and it has it restriction,oops.
I dont want any prettying up,like you can mess around here and there but not a lot,and all I want is a name,gender and a story with a piece of art.
Nothing else.
The story can be only 2000 words,and heres a word counter for that! I want it to spark my interest,like is he/she a vampire?Or just some rpw that looks cool B')
Art can only be one piece.

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Name;
Gender;
Story;
Art; (optional)

[epimetheus]

breathes loudly
holy yes i am so trying

[BecNessMonster]

oh gosh
res with the name lucifer

[rem sleep]

m a r k

[wolf ;;]

Name;
Bayonetta

Gender;
Female

Story;
It was a day like any other - at least for most other wolves. They went about on their daily lives, speaking to their friends or family, having fun, unknowingly spilling out their weaknesses and secrets. It may not seem like it, they may not notice, but they were.
The world was normal, set within its own galaxy...unknowing to the fact that other universes shared the same space, unseen to the naked eye. Other spirits, wolves, just like them - living in a different universe, living the same and differently...
The sharp noise on a pencil snapping broke the train of thought for one wolf, who was sitting quietly in the corner of a bar - she wasn't drinking of course, she just sat there to ponder on her thoughts until she was needed...despite the fact she was regularly distracted. This time, she dared to listen in on all the commotion.
"I'm telling ya, this is no regular case, we've never seen something like this before!"
The talking was coming from a table near the middle of the bar - there was a lot of smoke around, but she could tell there were a group of four sitting there, chatting about...well, whatever this was.
"Are you sure you weren't just imagining things?"
"Of course I wasn't! I doubt a body just moves by itself!"
Hands were slammed onto the table, and the table went deathly quiet, looking at the one who had spoken - now this was, for once, not a terribly boring topic.
"So you're saying the body just moved on its own?"
"Exactly!"
"Are you sure it wasn't someone else? That's very possible..."
"But it wasn't."

The wolf sitting in the corner got up from her seat - she had heard enough to know what it could possibly be. She swiftly walked out of the building, not looking at the table, and she pulled her hood over the top of her face, glancing around. Her tail trailed out behind her, and she slipped through the crowds of wolves, not looking at anyone, heading right to her next destination. Which wasn't really too far, just outside town.
She adjusted her glasses slightly, a small smirk placing itself on her muzzle. "It seems that they haven't learn their lessons yet. Lets hope they don't send in those toys like they did last time."
Soon, she came to some sort of clearing, surrounded by stones. It looked normal to any other wolf, some sort of ancient thing is what they'd think, and that's what it truly was.

The wolf then ditched her hoodie, staring up at the sky. "Lets get this over then, before they decide to attack those normal wolves." Her smirk growing bigger, and she brushed a strange of her hair out of her sight. Then, in a burst of speed, she ran towards one of the large stones surrounding her, jumping on the top of it before jumping again - this time up. She stuck her hand in front of her before moving it in a circle, and a sort of...large purple symbol appeared above her? Some sort of portal?
Time seemed to slow down as she went through the symbol...now everything seemed to be tinted with purple for a moment, before something happened in the sky.
Shapes were forming, strange creatures with wings and some sort of weapons, and they were all heading towards the wolf.
"Such a disappointment, I would have thought heaven would send stronger angels then this."
She was still in mid air as they came towards her, and the wolf did a flip, kicking one of those creatures in the head and sending it to the group, to which she fell and landed on her feet, on the creature before cleanly finishing it off.
There were more where that came from, and she looked at the rest of the angels speeding towards her. "Ha, this is much too easy, heaven must be going too easy on me." She then grinned, flicking an ear. "You want to dance? Then lets dance, boys!" She then jumped back up, her fate sealed, her destiny to fight these creatures, unknown and unseen to the naked eye.
But of course, she was no normal wolf, no normal witch either.
She was part of the Umbran, the last of her kind.
The holder of the Left Eye.

[726 / 2000]

Art;

this is her 'fighting' theme song

(just a note - I am referencing a few things from a game called Bayonetta cx)

[yeena]

res with the name finnley
the are a supernatural/monster/myth(?) hunter

[koegami]

Mark

[looose.string]

owo I feel the aura

Mark

[knifekind]

Name; Mystique [mis-TEEK]
Gender; Female
Story;
"Mutant and proud!"
Her words hit Mystique like lashes against her back; they sting. She feels a cocktail of disappointment and anger boil in her stomach, and she just gives the other RPW a glare that, she's fairly certain, is toxic enough to kill. "That RPW has nothing wrong with her," She snarls under her breath to nobody in particular, "Her sparkly paint mutation is nothing compared to all of mine.." She pulled the hood of her jet black cloak further over her head, disappearing into the shadows.

Ever since childhood, Mystique had full-out despised her stupid mutations. All she wanted was to be normal, however it seemed life was not as kind; no, she got called some horrible things, and was often bullied. "Freak," they called her. "Mutant."
Mutant. As if she was disfigured, deformed. No better than the psychos down in the loony bin. It hurt. Alot. So she found an escape.

Mystique's escape was one of pure bittersweetness; immortality, a life being feared for just the right reason.. in exchange for what, her humanity? It seemed perfect. So she got bitten. Getting the vampire for the job was easy; they were often more than willing to get new blood into their gross vampire clan thingies, and Mystique already looked the part; she was perfect.

Yet still a mutant.
Mystique hid her face behind a cloak; hid herself from her new identity. At first it was a blessing, yet the abundance of curses came soon after. She seethed in her own rage of becoming a monster. So she became the world's first vampire.. vampire hunter. Strange, but it worked; she got their trust, then stabbed them through the heart.

So that was why she was here, in a too-packed bar, watching a pale RPW with normal, boring paint, yet purely white eyes and a fang. A vamp. And listening to some snotty RPW brag about her stupid sparkly paint that nobody actually cared for, deep down. Mystique rolled her eyes, before getting up, approaching the pale RPW across the table from Sparkle Paint.
She pulled down her hood, staring into his eyes carefully. He winked, guesturing to the back of the bar with a sly incline of his head. Mystique pretended to blush, yet secretly she was seething with rage. He got up, taking her paw, and guiding her to the back.
The two stood in silence, before he leaned in to kiss her. She swiftly kicked him in the groin, causing him to buckle to the floor, letting out a loud pain-filled noise. She kicked him over, standing on his chest, before producing a long wooden stake from the folds of her cloak. She didn't show a hint of emotion as she swiftly impaled his chest, blood splattering her cloak.
"Should'a told you not to mess with a mutant."
[472 words]

Art; -wip, will be done when i get my mouse back.-

[10ke]

i see what you did there
lol marking to see winner