Just A Test

[Blake]

FOR SALYNN! <3 I saw the picture and I was like OMG A GOLDEN WOLFIE! Seriously, I hardly did any editting. Mainly because it was already gold, but also because I am just bad at it. So, thats why he's not completely gold, but... close enough? xD If not then you don't have to use it, of course! Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

TABLE BY TRISKET! <3 Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

TABLE BY TRISKET! <3 Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

Soft:

ZOMG DAI-DAI! I finally finished! Anyway, as I said before, I like the other table better, but its really up to you... also, you can take out the divider if it doesn't work, or demand I make you a new one! xDDDD SEXY STUFF HERE! Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

Rough:

Here is the one I like better, but its up to you! Uhmmm... take out the divider if it doesn't work and make me make you a new one..... =DDD SEXY STUFF HERE! Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

SURPRISE SOCKERBALL! you like? I know Val already has a pretteh table, but I couldn't resist. xDDD I know, I know, another pink table, right? Just tell me if you want anything differantly! Uhmmm... yeah, oh, if the divider doesn't work, you don't have to use it. If the whole table doesn't work, you don't have to use it either ^^ just experimenting with new brushes so, yeah, hope ya like it! xD Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

POLKA DOTS! xDDDDDDDDDDDDD looks like crap compared to yours, but it was made outta love, so... the thought that counts? <3 REPRESENT, YO! Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

ZOMG MICHI MADE THIS WONDERFUL TABLE FOR ME! ['member? she used to be Artimis! xD] Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

TABLE BY BRITTY! <3 Odette had gone from happily gazing at the stars, to now being tense and furious at this wolf before her. She scowled slightly, so much for it being a perfect night! It seemed to be all going downhill. But, Odette sighed slightly, not wanting to get too negative. A wolf had once told her that if she stayed positive, she would attract positive things. Well, the wolf hadn’t exactly phrased it like that, but that was pretty much what she meant. Or what Odette took it as. Still, she liked to believe that, even if it wasn’t true, so maybe, just maybe, she would give this strange wolf another chance. Odette’s dark hazel eyes shown in the moonlight as she watched the dark wolf in front of her sit back on his haunches, relaxing himself. Was she really that little of a threat? She had just yelled at him! Still, maybe she did just look like some sort of… pansy or something. But she was tough! She really could be, although, the last thing she wanted to do was get in to a fight. Still, she did sort of want to look like a threat. She hated the fact that as much as she was mad at this wolf, she also had a certain need to impress him. "It's my pleasure, I assure you" The male’s voice dripped with sarcasm, which made Odette glare at him slightly. But, she had done the same to him, so she really couldn’t get to mad. With a small sigh, Odette waited impatiently for the wolf to say what he really wanted to say. It was really too bad that she was even in this situation, because, she would have left the volcano soon anyway. But, now that he was here, Odette was much too stubborn to leave now. She didn’t want to appear weak, like she was fleeing from the scene, so Odette felt like she had to stay until the conversation was over. It looked like it could last a while, but if it was only going to be shooting sarcastic comments at each other; she would simply just make an excuse to leave… sarcastically, of course. "Calm down Dove, I was only stating what I see... besides, I don't like my merchandise overworked. Settle down, make yourself comfortable!" Okay, okay, maybe she had overreacted a tad. But, he had just been fueling her fury! And what did he mean that he was stating what he saw? Did she look lost or mad? And what was the meaning of merchandise? Why was he calling her that? These questions clouded Odette’s mind, and in fury she shook her head, trying to get rid of them. Perhaps she was a bit mad after all. His seemingly calming words only made Odette tenser, rather then relax. Still, she did relax a little, not acting as mad at him as she had been before. She did, however, send him a confused glare as his tail suddenly wagged furiously, and he smiled a toothy grin. He looked quite devious, even if those behaviors were usually performed in an excited manor. Still, this wolf did make her curious. He was very odd, which intrigued her to want to stay and watch to see what he would do next, even if he was a frustrating wolf. The black wolf, whose name she still did not know, took a moment to look Odette over, and then his pale blue eyes shot up to the skies. What was he looking for? Interested in the stars, too? Odette doubted this, but it was always a possibility. Her mind stopped wondering as the male opened his dark muzzle to speak. "I heard you earlier. When you were giggling at the scavenging hawk. Do you find scavengers or the life of scavengers rather funny? Or does the sight of birds send you into a fit of childish giggles?" He heard her earlier? How long had he been watching her? Still, she didn’t know whether to be mad or amused at his odd comment. A scowl cured Odette’s normally bright features as she tilted her head slightly. ”Well, I wouldn’t group all scavengers together, but it was rather amusing to watch the hawk dig at the ground, since there was obviously no life or food under it.” She explained to him, still sounding a bit mad. ”Besides, I made a joke after that. A funny one too, so I laughed! That’s generally what you’re supposed to do when you tell a joke.” Odette added, with sarcasm this time before she continued to ramble on. ”But, why is that important to you anyway?” She asked him, a little confused. ”And, anyway, you still haven’t introduced yourself. I guess chivalry really is dead, hmm? Buried right next to politeness, I expect. Anyway, since one of us has to be polite, I’m Odette Reign. Of Qixak. Do you belong to a pack?” Odette asked, now scowling at herself a bit for rambling so much. She wasn’t sure why, suddenly, she was in such a talkative mood. Odette did happen to be a very social wolf, but, what she usually said was meaningful and sounded well thought out. Here, she was simply talking for the sake of talking!

[Blake]

ooc Approval By: Dai-Dai and Jay Pack/Rank: Qixak Location: Pup --- ic Name: Dacre Misaki Nicknames: None...If any, that's up to the adopter. Gender: Male Age: --- Birth Month: February Species: Timber Wolf Sire: Nia Misaki Dam: Kayona Misaki Siblings: Nyxx :fl Azul :ml Denzil :ml Mate: Too young. Pup(s): Too young. Appearance: Dacre is sure to stand out in a crowd, if not by his eyes, but by his size. Being the largest out of the litter, Dacre has always been a little bigger then the other pups his age. He still maintains that delicate structure of a pup, he just towers over the others by a good few inches, and is also a bit bulkier then the rest. Because of this, Dacre can come off as a very intimidating pup at first glance. Because of this you might think he would lead a violent life, but his personality is really quite the opposite of this judgment. Being that he got a fair balance of genes from both his parents, his height really should have been a bit of a surprise. Dacre certainly does not mind standing taller then the rest of the crowd, though. Not in an arrogant way, but it does give him power above the bunch. Because of this, Dacre is a very confident pup, and you can tell by the way he walks. He walks with pride, although not at all in a cocky way. He believes that everyone should be proud of their appearance, and he certainly shows that he does like his height. Like I said, though, if Dacre wasn’t singled out from the crowd because of his height, his eyes would do the trick. A soft, but metallic gold color glows in his eyes, making them stand out especially from his light silver coat. These liquid eyes hold truth in them, and can be quite comforting at all the right times. However, insult his family and his eyes will change from comfort to flickering anger. Still, the sun is really no match to his handsome honey-colored eyes that only he and his sister share. Dacre’s eyesight is superb, though. Fit for a hunter, or a spy, or any job with stealth needed. Although as a young pup Dacre's eyes will still be adjusting to this fast world, he will still come to find of how wonderful his eyesight really is. Even during night, Dacre can see with a fair amount of ease, though this will take a while to grow into, and probably wont recognize the fortune of this great eyesight until he is an adult. Truly, Dacre is a unique-looking wolf. You would have to search hard to find another wolf that looked similar to him. Color-wise, his mother and sister do look a lot like him, but the markings he has aren’t found on either of them. The main colors that compose Dacre’s pelt are silver, white, and black. From one glance, you would probably assume Dacre’s coat to be all white, with a few black marking on his face. Still, if you saw him in the sunlight, you would see how his pelt shimmers with silver, which is mixed in with the white hairs of his pelt. His hairs are mostly ivory, though turn metallic silver at the ends of the fluffy hair, making him shine in the light. His black markings are something he does quite like about his pelt, though. His muzzle is of the purest of whites, though slowly turns to gray, and then just before the nose turns the deepest of blacks, which makes his small charcoal nose stand out less, but the rest of the white on his face stand out even more. Yes, just the small black stripe can to this. A little farther up his face, between his metallic eyes, in another stripe. A thinner one, but just as noticeable as the one on his muzzle, if not more noticeable. Mostly from its odd position, on Dacre’s forehead, but for him, the look is natural, and quite noble looking. There are two more black markings on his face, though, one on each ear. Both ears are black-tipped, outlining the pure white fur that makes up the rest of the ear. The tips of the fluffy white fur around Dacre’s soft face are silver, and are sure to gleam in the light whenever he steps out in to the sun. These are the only black markings on Dacre’s body, although his chest is a bit of darker silver then the rest of his white body. His back is made of the purest white fur, which continues down all four paws, and to his tail, although the tip of it is silver, as are many of the ends of the hairs on Dacre’s tail. Even for a pup, Dacre’s coat is very fluffy, which will be necessary for the cold months of winter. Still, even as an adult it will be likely for Dacre’s coat to have some puppy fluff, just as he will keep his liquid gold eyes for all his life. Dacre’s appearance, much like his fathers, seems to hold a calming effect to it. When he’s in an especially good mood, his coat will be vibrant with excitement, but otherwise, mostly in a calming mood. He can turn cold when protecting himself, or those he holds close to him, but even so, Dacre can usually keep his cool, unless the conversation gets out of hand. Personality: coming History: Dacre is a newborn, born in February. His abode is Qixak Cove, and it shall remain that way until he reaches one to two years of age. RP Example: coming

[Blake]

NIA IS SEXY, NIA IS SEXY, NIA IS SEXY NIA IS SEXY, NIA IS SEXY, NIA IS SEXY NIA IS SEXY, NIA IS SEXY, NIA IS SEXY NIA IS SEXY, NIA IS SEXY, NIA IS SEXY Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

Hey! I noticed in your post you didn't have a table, so I decided to make you a temporary one! xD I tried to find a wolf for her, but she has a really rare coat so I decided that a flower would work ;D Hope you like it! Quote for the code ^^

Table:

Shirana "flirts" Shirana hates the females Shirana 'thinks about guys...' Shirana runs Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

Avvie:

[Blake]

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[Blake]

To Trinket! I adore this picture, and when I saw the lyrics I thought it would make a perfect table for Noel ^^ So, hope you like it! Tell me if you want anything changed <3

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.

[Blake]

Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air - "explode softly" - and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth - boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either - not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.