Posts by Sunsetpainter D. U. O

Paint. When he had discovered the substance and used his fur as a canvas, it seemed rather fun. So why not do it again? Sure his fur had been stained with the colors for a couple days but he really didn't mind, it had helped with his confidence and learning that people weren't judging him left and right.
After grabbing a couple of tubes of the paint, the pup would go over to the plateau near the ocean. It was always a calming sight, beautiful too. Then he set to work, opening the tubes and smearing them on his paws and then working it into his fur. This really was fun!

Whitewolf22: well i really like it
Whitewolf22: it's pretty and looks nice in fur, and you can make just about any design with the right colors

The sight is a funny thing, is it not?
Sensing emotions, seeing the future or the past, contacting dead people...
One may think it could drive another out of their mind. With such a complicated thing, there were many things that could go wrong, especially if it's owner was too weak to handle it.

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he was walking through a dim hallway, a hallway of what one may think to be a catacomb. It was old, dimly lit, and looked as if it may fall down at any given moment. He was talking to someone besides him, though the words were not heard. Their voices were hushed, and bounced along the walls.
It shifted. Now he was standing on a battlefield as a dragon, a sense of anger and protectiveness washing through him. A fireball flew towards him and he narrowly dodged before slashing forwards and getting nothing but air. His attacker charged, mouth open and ready to kill, teeth already bloodstained from previous fights.

He woke with a start, his gray eyes flying open and his breathing quick. Several thoughts ran through his head, varying from "im glad I'm not dead" to "what was that" and "I've never seen that before?" He looked up and realized he must of slept in, as the sun was washing through the den. Quickly, life got up and gave his pelt a quick shake, and padded out to see if he could find anything to distract himself.

Whitewolf22: guys we should hold a painting event
Whitewolf22: it has as much paint as we can muster and invite a Bunch of people and just let everyone paint

Whitewolf22: sweet!
Whitewolf22: before I do anything else, does anyone particularly want to hold it?

Track on sub!

He had insisted that he could live alone, that he was big and strong and could take on anything that crossed his path. His little kid mindset hadn't gone away with his siblings, causing him to lag behind in his development. His siblings had gotten promises of being allowed on hunts soon, of being allowed to do the things regular pack members could do. He didn't. Alex had thought his mother had been kidding, or trying to just get him to catch up to his siblings. Physically he was the strongest of his litter, even if he wasn't the biggest, but mentally his development was rather far behind.

Then one day a hunt was started, and when he tried to follow his siblings along he had been told to wait with the younger pups. He tried to refuse, but the adult wolves were stronger than he.

So with hurt pride, he had run away. He was determined to show he was strong enough to go on a hunt. His plan was to rerun in a few days healthy and with food. After that, he knew he would be allowed on the hunt. It would be perfect!

And then he got lost.

The trees and smells here were different. The leaves were dense and little sunlight shown through. Alex hadn't seen such a dense forest before, and it was hard to navigate through the undergrowth. The prey scents were different and he smelled things he never had before- other animals? The male would let out a small whimper, his tail between his legs and ears laying flat on his head, eyes flicking around as he tried to put together his surroundings.

@Alakritous because I don't know know the sub's name whoops

*plops in with this bab*

He had never seen a lion or a dragon before. They were big and scary. When the two came over Alex froze, unsure of what to do. Exiles land? He'd never heard of those before. It held no importance in his pack, so no one talked about it. The male would begin to crouch down in a submissive way, not wanting to seem a threat to the others, not wanting them to hurt him. Mum was right, there really were animals out there bigger than them. He'd just have to talk wouldn't he? That's what he was told to do. "I'm, I'm lost." the mottled black pup spoke, flicking his gaze up to see what would happen next. At least the blue one seemed friendly.

*falls in*

Sieben wasn't that connected with his family, something he would grow to regret. He had a companion, but somewheres along the lines that companion had been lost. His companion had been his life, his best friend that would be there for anything. Now? That was all gone. He had a stone. A stone that held memories. If Sieben really wanted to, he could go back and look at the memories, but he didn't want to. They caused pain.

He wasn't independent.
He needed a home.

With tear stained scales, the dragonet would end up on the border of the district. There seemed to be smells of others, that had to be good right? "Hello?" the young male called out, hoping to grab someone's attention.

Part of him wanted to get salty and throw shade. That part of him thought he was independent, that he could hunt on his own. In reality the opposite was true. The sensible part of him would talk the more agressive part down. One did have to be, what was the word? Humble? From time to time. The male let out a small sigh and said "I'm Siebenhundertsiebenundsiebzigtausendsiebenhundertsiebenundsiebzig pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. You can just call me by whatever nickname. I want to join."

He didn't quite like this. He wasn't used to so many people, he wasn't used to having to talk to more than one person. What was a meet and greet? Did he want to get to know everyone? Surely he would be fine without talking to people? As long as he didn't hurt anyone he could still get food and a dry place to sleep. That's what he was looking for. But that wouldn't be quite fair would it?

With a small sigh, Sieben went over. "Uh, I'm Siebenhundertsiebenundsiebzigtausendsiebenhundertsiebenundsiebzig pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis. Feel free to give me a nickname." he awkwardly said, claws digging into the earth. Was he doing it right?

The dragonet would slink into the scene as well, a small sky blue stone held firmly in his paws. He remembered his companion telling him a bit about clan life before, was there anything about joinings? Meh. The male gave a nod, and said "I'm Siebenhundertsiebenundsiebzigtausendsiebenhundertsiebenundsiebzig pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, though feel free to give me a nickname."

He knew he needed to hunt. To provide to his new home. He just wasn't sure how.

His companion had always done the hunting, always made sure they had food and that Sieben didn't have to do anything unsafe. The male frowned, remembering those times. Maybe a patrol would help him learn? Clans did those sorts of things, right?

"Anyone want to go hunting with me?" The dragonet called out, hoping he was doing it right.

When wind chimes started talking, the male would fix his attention of the leader. A lot of the words were lost on him, he didn't understand most of it. What was a restrictor? What were the division? Who were all these clans and what sort of gifts needed to be handed out? The confusion would show on his face. "What's a restrictor and what are the divisions I can join?" The male asked.

The male gave a nod as he listened. Ok that made sense- except for the experienced warrior part. Eh it was a shoutout and meant he was doing good, what could he say? "Thank you for the promotion and explanation, I understand now. Is there anything I can do to help?" The dragonet offered.

The loud sound was certainly heard by the dragonet. It caused him to jump, and then realize that it was a sound he hadn't heard before. That couldn't be good, right? Sieben let out a small yelp, and then scrambled over to where he heard the noise. What in the world? "What's going on?" The dragonet asked, panic lacing his tone.

The young male would hear the others voice. Joining? That had to be good. Windchimes was always talking about how joiners were good and to welcome them. The dragonet, merely the size of a daschund, would go over to where he heard the voice. "I'm Siebenhundertsiebenundsiebzigtausendsiebenhundertsiebenundsiebzig pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, but you can use any nickname you want. Welcome to the district, can I get you anything?" He said happily, bouncing from one foot to the other. He knew what he was going for once!

"Who's Guy Fawkes?" The dragonet asked. He himself hadn't ever thought of his appearance as weird, as well it was his own body. That was what he knew as normal. More and more people came pouring in, causing him to get more and more jumpy. He held his sky blue stone close to him, clinging onto his source of comfort. It was a rock he had had for as long as he could remember, it held good memories. Could it help at a time like this?