[Yveltal]

MPD #3. >u< This guy has bi-colored eyes & controls water.

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How did he/she get the stripes? (story, max. 900 words);;
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[HellyBoo]

Username;; HellGoesRaWr
Name;; I'd call Zed
Gender;; Female
How did he/she get the stripes? (story, max. 900 words);; Zed is obsessed with Zebras and upon one of my stories to her we learnt about how the Zebras got their stripes. How why were simply white, like a horse, before one went for a swim in a magic lake and got their stripes before Everyone followed this one zebra in. After this story, Zed began painting stripes on herself every day to make them last. Every day she would do the same thing. She would get up, bath before re-painting on her stripes. I never questioned her. One day she woke up and her stripes remained. She scrubbed herself and they wouldnt come off. It was a dream come true for her and she didn't argue.
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[milkiemind]

Username
~ғяεcкℓεтαιℓ~

Name
Voda
meaning "water" in Russian

Gender
male

Story
Being able to control water means being able to control where the water goes. Being able to control where the water goes means being able to breath underwater if he moves the water aside for air. Confused? Think about it. Being underwater and being able to breath under there is a great joy to someone who flies and never was able to go under the water beforehand. Being underwater for so long makes your skin wrinkly. If you have ever been underwater before, the sun, when up, reflects through the water and creates an amazing spectacle on the soft sand, coral, or rocks that cover the ocean floor. The combination of these two objects make Voda's skin shine. Here is his story;
Little Voda, young and vulnerable, was swimming at night. After discovering his power to control water after slipping into the ocean by accident, it was his new favorite activity. He would dance, splash, and play around, as well as race through the water as fast as he could, making the biggest waves possible. He was swimming, using his wings above water to propel himself through the water, making gigantic waves. He was having so much fun he didn't notice that he was about to run into rocks. He looked down, and all he could see was blackness. He had nowhere else to go but down, however, so that's what he did. He raced down, avoiding the large wave. He made the water disperse, taking a gulp of air. His eyes were wide, but he couldn't see anything, and it was hard to see or feel which way was up. He struggled for almost 5 minutes, exhausted from over-using his power for breathing. He began to feel weak, and felt faint. As his eyes began to close shut, he saw a glowing sensation coming from his own skin! He used his last energy to let it guide him to the surface. When he got back up to the true, fresh air, and scrambled back onto land, he noticed that the moon glinted on his stripes. They not only resembled the moon's glow, but the sun's sparkle in the ocean floor, and the wrinkles he would get after hours of swimming.

Extra ( Poem )
The Ocean
not mine found here.

[Yveltal]

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Stormy giggled, and chased the bluejay farther into the forest. It flitted into a tree and she sprang after it, flapping her wings wildly. Reaching the bluejay, she reached a paw towards it. It let out a caterwaul and swooped down onto the frozen river. Stormy chased it, thinking the ice was sturdy. She galloped to the bird, and the ice cracked. The bird screeched and flitted off. There was nowhere to run. She shrank to the ice and whimpered. The ice cracked again, blocking the way out now, and she plummeted into the freezing water. She tried to surface, but all around her was ice. Her fluffy blue-grey fur weighed her down. Suddenly light shimmered around her and circled her. It pressed against her and branded into her fur. The unknown force pulled her out of the water and she gasped for air. She turned, shivering, to lick her wet fur when she saw the glimmering icy stripes from the unknown force that pulled her life back. She smiled, suddenly embracing the coldness. She tilted her muzzle towards the water to take a drink when a bubble of water burst up and floated to her. She was puzzled. She put a paw in the water and felt dry ground. She looked down and saw that she had made a small dry circle in the water. She giggled, amazed. She made more bubbles and ate them, relishing the feeling of them popping and water bursting inside her mouth. She frolicked through the water, never getting wet. She made the water burst into a geyser, the crystally blue water catching in the sunlight. She smiled to herself. I can control water. I never get wet. I never get cold. I am rare... but best of all, I'm me.


Sorry if there's any mistakes. I'm on mobile.

So sorry for such a late reply! Congrats, she's yours!

An honorable mention to Freckletail's form also!