[wolf ;;]

---------- 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.

[SoftKittyBby]

Marky <3 might enter if I can find good enough graphics xD

[fugitive]

username ;; Glomp
rpw name ;; Azalea
rpw gender ;; Female
personality ;; wip

[nymx]

username ;;
Vanity.

rpw name ;;
Estrella

rpw gender ;;
Female

personality ;;

[rem sleep]

woa very nice!! B )

[.The Bootless Box.]

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"Wow we're parents! She'll be the best punk kid out there!"
The new mother exclaimed, keeping her sweet baby girl close.
The dad came bustling in, "What is the little dude?" He breathed,
he'd rushed here, just learning she'd went into labor. "It's a little girl!
She's gonna be great!" The male smiled, "S' what're we gonna call
this litt'el roo eh?" The fae thought, "ooo how's that one song go?
I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school,
Or steal my daddy's cue and -" She sang and he put his hand on her
shoulder. "That'd be ther' Maggie May, Rod's song." She nodded with
a grin. "Right on hun! So let's spell it like The Beatles. Maggie Mae.
We'll call er' Mae." The father tickled the little baby, who didn't open
her eyes, "It's absolutleh' perfect!"

"Alright, go ahead. Ask away."
You stare at the dark headed girl and nod.
"Alright. So your mom really knew Joan Jett?"
"Yeah mum was er' good friend for a bit. I never met er'."
Her Australian accent is pretty strong for someone who was-
or was she?
"Woah, so you grew up wit some pretty crazy partying parents huh?"
"Ha. I guess, my dad had is' own band ya' kno' ? He gave it up
fir me. Mum, well she never stopped. It drove em' apart.
Here I'll show you."

----> "Let's go back to meh pop's final concert with is' band. Actually here I'll elaborate first:
After I was born my parents were thrilled, I was going to be the best rocker the world has seen. I was.. destined to be punk.
My younger years we spent traveling and I was watched by groupies and my mom when she wasn't dancing or drinking.
My parents truly did love me, they were just partiers, rockers, and pure hippies to the core. When I started school, we, mainly me, stayed in one town. My mom couldn't stand it. I can't say my dad was thrilled but I didn't care. I figured everyone had parents who loved the beetles, nirvana and knew joan jett. She was just a person my mum knew. At first most teachers frowned at me, more at my clothes and hair. I was usually in biker boots and leather jackets, sometimes a 'groovy' outfit would pop up, but i was quite unusual. I soon found it hard to read. And then we were on the road again, traveling with Dad and Mum partying. So here we are, dad's last concert." She opens a video cabinet and sticks a VHS in.

"who's ready to rock on tonight friends!" The lead singer, my dad, rang through the little stadium. I was distracted and to this day you see the camera shake with laughter from the holder as I reach towards a wallet in someone's back pocket. I usually took phones when I was little, right out of other's pockets. That's what I did to my parents with theirs just to press buttons. "Maggie Mae you better come along! Don't ya' try that again missy." My mother noticed just in time and grabbed me up. The camera follows us and I notice staring at them with my big young eyes. I was a quiet babe, and as I was handed off to a groupie and taken to the back stage with my aunt I barely blinked.

According to the camera my mother is drinking while my dad opens and then she's up dancing spinning round and round. You can see my dad watching her, his only love song clearly about her and me. The set goes by well until my mom is seen stumbling away, a familiar guy helping her away, my father's best friend. Dad had never seen him help before and eventually my father assumed the worst. He played through the show and then it shows the camera going fuzzy and someone curses as they drop it and the screen goes out.

"So" you ask bewildered by the narrating and film "It went downhill from there?"
She shrugs "I guess.. My pops, he found tem on the bed they'd bought. He was furious and heartbroken. They fought and he gave it up for er'. She settled for a couple years and the day she left was no surprise to him. They fought and all out tried to kill each other alf' the time. Dad stayed with me as my mother left and i cried, being such a yougin' . They soon divorced and I think my dad still loved her so much that he stayed in the same place, became a professor and worked on bikes. Still tried to make me his little punk lova'. I continued asking about mum for a while, and eventually quit once i forgot. Later I learned how much it hurt em' when i asked..."
She pauses and looks to a picture. "That o'er there, you see? That's why I am who I am today."
You look and see it's them at a concert and Maggie Mae is looking off the stadium at a poster of ice skating with a scarf and a cozy hat. "Pops said one of his friends was tryin' to take a picture of us for him and he couldn't get my attention for the life of him!"

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--> "For Christmas, on my 8th birthday, he got me skates. and he stopped singing to me. Since my mother left, I was the one he's sing and play for. He would sing me to sleep. He stopped that then. I'm not sure why, but Pops only played when I danced or skated for him. and he'd play just about any song I asked. We got into a habit of singing Chasing cars by snow patrol together... It's still my favorite song. "

Another video comes on, a lady is filming as an older Maggie Mae teaching her father to skate. At one point she literally skates circles around him. He laughs and the video cuts to a more serious setting. The place is packed full and the camera zooms on Maggie. "Pop! Don't ya film me right now! I already feel sick like ol' scutterbug!" He laughed and the camera shook as she frowns."That ol' dog is always sick, it's just performance nerves meh dear! I use t' get em' all the time. You'll do fine." He was so confident in her she seemed to relax. She was twelve entering in a state competition against high-schoolers, she had talent. And she'd practiced day and night. She heard her song as the other girl came out and exhaled. The older man put his hand on her shoulder and she smiled, before skating away. 'Be careful my little maggie mae!" He called after her before taking a seat in the stand to watch.

She performed all the right moves and even landed the hardest one correctly. The judges you could see them watching her closely, the tall but young girl was fairly talented. The announcer was fawning over her and she was also using odd music, rock, not her usually indie or classical, but almost screamo rock, and was using it to her advantage.It was her father's birthday and she planned to make him proud. her dark curls swaying with her, down instead of the traditional updo most girls wore.

The camera is turned off after her turn and it cuts to the line up, to see how well they did. Maggie Mae is smiling lightly but biting her lip, a nervous habit along with closing her eyes. She got 3rd place, which she was ecstatic about, couldn't believe it. The camera shook as he clapped and stood a tear hitting the screen for his baby girl.

"I won, it was thrilling, even without second or first, it was for fun for passion and love, not money or fame. and I met someone again."
I was about to leave and someone approached us, she looked familiar but i was so caught up in it i couldn't place her. my dad froze and then i knew. My mother. I could have sworn i flicked her off at some point but i doubt I did in front of Pops. I was furious but my dad told me to calm down so I did. and she told me she was proud and we all talked pretty civilly but it was beating around the bush. She didn't stay. My dad seemed upset and we went for ice cream, he said nothing about her. I guess we both agreed to act like nothing happened.

Life went on, I kept going for my passion, which my dad never understood but supported either way. She calls you know, and tells me the highlights of her party life. I don't say much. Got nothin' to say to a mum who ain't around."

by daring girlfriend

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We'll do it all
Everything
On our own

We don't need
Anything
Or anyone

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

I don't quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words
Are said too much
They're not enough

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life

Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Sturdy - Logical - Passionate - Assertive - Physical - Blunt - Intuitive - Serious

Sturdy- She'll take anything you throw at her and happily, she'd rather her take someone's crap than someone who couldn't deal with it.
Logical- She will analyze and think through everything unless emotion overwhelms her. She is very book smart but isn't very good with simple things. To her they are paradox's ,nothing is ever as simple as it seems so she'll analyze and study it.
Passionate- When Maggie Mae feels something you'll know, she's passionate in everything she does and can have a huge temper but can always calm herself down if she decides, rationally you are not worth the outcome and consequences. She loves iceskating and is so passionate she creates all her plans and schedules to where there is always time to skate. She aims to be the best and won't give up.
Assertive- Unless she has a crush on you or her bad social skills fail her, she has no problem asking you potentially uncomfortable questions. Until she's close with someone she's not very good with physical cues and appropriateness of things, once she is close you could have your own signal for her to talk or punch someone and she'd understand do it, but that takes time.
Physical- When she is up, she's constantly moving or exercising, something. She is in every sense an athlete but is also a very physical fighter and might be as a lover too, she doesn't tend to form many romantic relationships, she doesn't like them due to heart break, she's seen what it did to her dad and she never wants that.
Blunt- She's honest and thanks to her obliviousness to other's feelings and certain levels or what is appropriate and not she will tell you if you look fat in that dress or if you complain too much, or whatever. She most likely won't spare your feelings unless she is very close to you and can tell these things.
Intuitive- She has a sense of when things might go wrong and the likeliness of things, unless it involves emotion. She's pretty good at figuring out what someone might like to gain their interest, respect, favor, etc. She also takes initiative pretty well.
Serious- She can't be deadly serious and doesn't joke around too easily.

how I imagine her temper ^ x3

Well she is an ice skater,
and although she loves it ,
it's not very supporting.
She went to college and
now she is a producer
and musical editor for
different labels and artist
she's pretty good at what she
does, it doesn't make her
rich or luxurious but helps
pay the bills and she can
stand to do it, plus she
knows her dad is proud.

Now that you now about Maggie Mae, here is some stuff about me.
I like to go by Boots or Box. I love writing and drawing and I own
2 lovely RPWs, Rue who is adopted by Mircer's Tamaki, and Mako.
Mako knows Rue and babysits her for a couple extra bucks when
Tamaki needs it. I would like to have her know Mako, I can see
Mako trying to steal from her and she makes sure he won't dare
to try again.

I love her design, and her contrasting colors and her slim fur yet
fluffy ears, so the idea of her contrasting design inspired me. She
is then made of contrasts, she is a cool and collected lady, but yet
so rockingly passionate. She can be so oblivious but also super
analytical. She can be loyal and friendly but she also tends to be too
honest, hopefully her personality glows with as much interesting
contrast as her design! So I hoped you had fun reading and good luck!

[River Song]

Mark, they have awesome eyes.

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rpw name ;;
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[Novi]

username ;; novimber
rpw name ;; O'Malley
rpw gender ;; Female
personality ;;

wip oh god I'm in love

[knifekind]

res holy

[yttd]

dropping out, lost connection