We are a pack in Yellowstone National Park. Caused by a misshapen between past pack leaders, the pack is now split into two clans; Soarele and Noapte. Thus, ancestry forbids the clans to unite. Who's clan will you choose?
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We are a pack in Yellowstone National Park. Caused by a misshapen between past pack leaders, the pack is now split into two clans; Soarele and Noapte. Thus, ancestry forbids the clans to unite. Who's clan will you choose?
Subject: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Wed Mar 06, 2013 4:08 pm
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W e l c o m e . . . to desolation row, Guest. First of all, thank you. I am so glad you have at least interested enough in my little shop to click on it. I hope, that I will be honored with the task with creating a piece of art for you. I make a variety of different arts such as pixels (I use premade FREE templates), linearts, manipulations, and sometimes, self drawn avatars (optionally animated), and simple to advanced post tables.
T h e R u l e s 1. When my shop is closed, please do not request. If you do happen to be stubborn and request when I am closed, I will not except. I rarely close my shop, I only do when I am to busy or simply not wanting to work on anything for a while. 2. Credit is not required on any of my works, but it credit is nice. 3. Please, please, PLEASE use what I make. I put effort into my work, some more than others but I did work hard to give you something. If you do not use my work, I may consider not doing requests for you for a while. 4. Obviously, do not claim my work for your own. I worked hard on that (as stated above) and I do not want you running around with it under your name.
E x a m p l e s Below are examples for all of my art.
all art examples:
Y a w n i n g W o l f
A medium sized 123xp by 211xp customizable to match your wolf. This pixel was NOT made my me, it is a free template. Meaning the creator of this pixel allows me to use this to edit it and such. This pixel was made specifically to be an avatar but I assume you could use it for anything of your choosing.
Cost: 5 Prints
S t a n d i n g w o l f p i x e l
A small premade pixel customizable to match your wolf. This pixel can be used for anything but looks best in signatures. Once again I did not make this pixel, someone else did and gave permission for others to recolor it.
Cost : 5 prints
E d i t s
A edit of anything you want, can be used for anything you wish. If you want it to be a signature/avatar please ask for either avatar size or signature size.
Cost: 10 Prints
D e t a i l e d W o l f L i n e a r t
A large, detailed and shaded wolf lineart. Since this is a bigger work and takes more time, it costs more. I did not draw the line art, I simply colored it.
Cost : 13 prints
S i m p l e p o s t i n g t a b l e
One of my most simple tables, a plain narrow color consisting of 2 background colors and 1 border color and an image at the top. The image at the top is edited to match your character, and if you pay an extra 5 prints I will even add extra edits to set the scene (the example table has extra edits).
He's not dead he only looks that way
I bought my enemies rope to hang me And the knives to gang me You can watch ‘em stab me on your television
Grim had sat himself in the deep part of the forest. His ears were pricked for some time, picking up any sounds, the crunch of leaves as some unknown animal stomped over them or a small riot in the trees created by noisy birds squawking back and forth every now and then. Grim didn't mind this really, sure loud noises often bothered the male and spooked him but after a while of sitting listening to the birds he got used to it. Besides, it wasn't like he could just shut them all up, that would be impossible. Grimthorne thought of himself being powerful enough to cease the birds' chatter and wasn't sure how he felt about the thought. It was sort of unsettling really, the simple idea of having so much power, he probably would screw up or something and that made his ears plaster to the back of his head. He couldn't even handle the pressure of being in a pack, everyone watching as he moves about. It just unsettled him to have all the eyes on him, so if he had the ability to warp and control the minds of other creatures he was sure as hell a lot of people would pay attention to him. That just wasn't how Grimthorne rolled, he liked to stay in the shadows and unseen.
And that brings us back to the original topic, away from the day dreams of controlling the birds and back to earth, isolation taking over the brute's train of thoughts. He likes it here, nice and quiet alone with his thoughts, even if he didn't always wanna be alone with himself he liked it right now. His mind was quiet enough and currently he wasn't hearing any voices of doubt so he was happy. Of course he was only alone for a bit as soon enough he heard something trudging through the forest near by. At that moment everything froze over for a second and his breath caught inside his throat. He was torn between standing and approaching this wolf (it was obviously a wolf from the scent) and staying still and hoping not to be seen. It wasn't that Grimthorne was a complete freak and hated the very thought of communication but this was an ugly world and to Grimthorne it was an ugly world full of creatures seeking to have his head planted on the ground in front of them and his blood soaked into their pelts. His thoughts did nothing but feed these thoughts of doubt, whispering through his mind so vividly it was like someone was standing at his ear whispering in negativity. 'They'll kill you' 'murder' 'hate' 'bathe in your blood and eat your corpse.' The snide voices echoed over and sent shivers up his spine until he was quickly on his feet, hair prickling up and blue eyes wide searching for whatever was talking to him, even though he knew it was all in his head. He knew that everytime he heard one of these voices there would never be anyone there. "They're not real Grim, they never were and they never will be. Just ignore them."It was all he could do to calm himself, echo the word's his dad had said to him so many times as a young pup when he would snarl and bark at things no one else saw. Little did his dad know that it only frustrated Grimthorne that they denied that these... demons if I dare call them were fake. That it was simply something he could ignore like a pesky itch or that it was an illness that would fade away. This was real, and it was a illness but not a simple cold, this would never go away and it was all Grimthorne could do but to act like nothing was wrong. If he reacted then people would think he was unstable, which he is but people can't think that. He would never get anywhere in the world if he walked around talking to nothing.
Taking a deep breath he shut his eyes and took a few more breaths to calm himself. He was sure with all the noise he made this wolf had heard him so there was no point hiding now. He took a few more seconds to regain himself, taking up a confident and strong posture and padding carefully through the forest, thankful the voices had died down again. Now he could think clearly, walk with more pride and seem somewhat normal, and only hope that this she-wolf he now saw in front of him couldn't someone see through his tough disguise, see the frail unstable wolf that was afraid of practically everything.
He had every right to see this female though. Now that he looked over her she was certainly NOT like any female he had seen, she was almost at Grim's height, she was the size of an average male so a few inches shorter then Grim considering the brown colored male was more on the large side. He fur had a fluffy look to it and was an ebony color though standing here in the sunlight it looked almost ghostly, spooky. From what he could see of her eyes were an icy color, much like Grimthorne's but her's were more pale and colorless while Grim's eyes were just a lighter shade of blue, her's literally looked like someone cut out her eyes and replaced them with chunks of ice.
He cleared his throat to let her know he was there, seeing as she had her back turned to him and was drinking from a stream. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to her but he knew if she showed any signs of aggression he was running, no doubt about it. He didn't wanna hurt anyone and he wasnt keen on the thought of getting hurt so even if it was wimpy he was hauling ass if she growled at him or launched in to bite him.
Notes: Sorry I was to lazy to proof read it and check for any errors, it might have quite a few slip ups. Song of the Moment: A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More "Touch me" by Fall Out Boy Mentioned: Vangar Addressed: Vangar (Indirectly) Word Count: 1006
Cost : 10 prints
O r d i n a r y p o s t t a b l e
One of the most common tables, just a little more expensive than a simple post table. This table includes a modified image of your character on the top accompanied by a quote then the image fades into a color, which becomes the base of your post
"You two, com'on we're gettin' outta here." Frank turned to look at who had addressed him and the short tan guy next to him. He was a ashy grey color and suited up funny but whatever, he actually looked kinda cool to Frank. The young wolf had opened his mouth but shut it quickly as the stranger began talking again. "You wanna prove yerself, young'un, then you come wit' us and don't be no coward. Got it?" Instead of protesting like every bone in his body told him too Frank just nodded. "I ain't a coward so you don't have to tell me not to be one, and I shouldn't have to prove myself to anyone. You should believe me when I say I am a boiling hot ball of rage." He nodded convincingly as he followed the stranger, even if no one was listening to him.
"I'm Frank by the way" he piped up as they approached an underweight wolf and a black bird. The wolf honestly was quite creepy. She was skinny and had black fur with a weird creepy mask on that made her look like a bird. "Ge'up and scoot you two, you're comin' wit' me and bird brains is going to navigate." The stranger said to the two of them before heading to the mouth of the cave. Frank glanced at the other wolves in the group and nodded slightly before hopping quickly to catch up to the wolf with the hat. The tan guy hadn't said a word yet, he sort of just walked quietly behind Frank with his eyes fixed on the ground. Frank assumed he was just shy or something so he left the guy alone, he found no point talking to reserved people unless they wanted to talk.
The creepy wolf with the bird and the other wolf with hat were there as well. Frank figured it seemed like a good team, only he didn't know any of these wolves and that was kinda intimidating. Frank would never show that these strangers being around him worried him though, that would mean he would have to show weakness and god forbid he did that, he had to be the strongest ever.
Addressed: Basically the entire group he's in Mood: Neutral, stubbornWord Count: 373
Cost : 20 prints
S c r o l l t a b l e
A simple scroll table with an image in the background of a modified image of your wolf. This table's coding is a bit more advanced, and so this table costs more than a simple table or even a ordinary table.
"You can call me Killian," the other guy with tattoos had said. Wolf made sure to take note of this, it was nice to know people's names. As Killian addressed Wolf, he raised an eyebrow and gave a small smile. Maybe Killian wasn't to bad.. it would have of course made Wolf more happy if he was given a cigarette right then but he assumed its better late than never. However, this did not mean that Wolf wouldn't stop being a shit, he was bored so why not carry on.
"But you ain't smoking in here, and I'm not about to take you outside this late at night. Try again tomorrow morning." He just groaned and twisted around awkwardly in the chair. "Last I checked I am fully functional so I think I would be perfectly fine taking myself outside to smoke." He smiled slightly and shifted again so he was leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "If I ask nicely will you give me one right this second? It's not like I'm pyromaniac, just a semi-innocent junkie so you wont have to worry about me setting fire to anything but a cigarette." Wolf figured this wasn't gonna get him anywhere so he sort of just let it be for now, the guy was more on his good side than his bad side right now, though if he was a Councillor at this place there was no way it would stay this way. When his parents dropped him off here yesterday he was quite pissed to find out he had to go to group therapy and rehabilitation shit when needed, it was kinda all stupid.
"By the way I think it would be helpful for me to tell you right now my parents probably didn't give me anything. They kicked me out of their house and put me in a nut house, like they would ever even think to give me cigarettes." He sighed and stretched, standing up and brushing off his jeans. "The bedtime for this place is to Fudge early." He glanced around until he found a clock, then scowled. "Besides, it only JUST turned 9. Last I checked lights out is at 10." He smirked and held his hand out, "which would actually give you plenty of time to take me outside for a smoke if you actually think I need supervision." His eyes slid over to rest on the crazy guy with the distant look on his face. He felt quite tempted to do something to try and scare him but then just quickly snapped his gaze back to Killian. He wasn't in the mood to scare some poor nut job, to busy trying to get a cigarette.
Word count: 458 Tagged: Richard, Killian Outfit: sexy
Cost: 30 Prints
M o d e r a t e l y A d v a n c e d s c r o l l t a b l e
A more complex scrolling table complete with a top border image and a bottom border image of my choice to match the mood of your table. On one side of the table is a an edited image of your character and on the right there is scroll box.
I'm just the way that the doctor made me
“I don’t have insomnia,” he heard Spencer say from the top bunk. "Thats good" he said gently, smiling even though Spencer couldn't see his facial features since he had his back towards the guy right now. “I just have trouble staying asleep. One of the doctors I went to said it has something to do with anxiety." His roommate continued as Adrian turned around and started heading back to his bed. "Thats not so good," he said with a frown. "I don't have anxiety, I just don't usually talk much. Before you were here I would only talk to the doctors and sometimes my roommates that I actually liked. Sometimes I wouldn't even talk to the doctors." He sighed and stopped before getting into bed.
“Did you plug in the night light?” Spencer asked and Adrian looked up at him blankly for a minuet before finally, his brain registered what the guy said. "Oh," he started, talking softly. "No. I haven't. I'll do that now," Adrian said awkwardly making his way to a light socket, looking around for the night light on his way, picking it p and plugging it in. He then glanced at the over head light with a sigh. "I have to turn the light out." He stated apologetically, and terrified for himself. "I'm sorry, they'll yell at me if I leave the over head light on."
He grabbed his slender black flashlight and walked over to the light switch. He braced himself, taking a deep breath and feeling his heart speed up and pound in his chest. Who knows what could happen tonight, demons and other weird things have been happening to him all day, in broad day light. In the dark these creatures and images just got more vivid, more scary. He shut his eyes tight, and finally clicked it off.
Even through his eyelids, he could see the lights turn out. The color around him went from a light reddish color to pitch black and his breath caught in his throat. He quickly turned his flashlight on and opened his eyes, slightly comforted by the nightlight Spencer had provided and his own light being expressed from his flashlight but still terrified. He walked quickly and anxiously back over to his bed, put his skeleton hood up and climbed under the covers.
To ease his mind, Adrian decided to talk to Spencer. "I never finished what I was saying" he said softly, skimming the light around the room nervously with a shaking hand. "I don't have anxiety, I just didn't talk. I guess I didn't talk because.. well I liked being known as the scary intimidating guy that never talked and dressed in all black. I liked people being afraid to approach me. It was a nice change, being feared rather than being the one afraid. No one talked to me that wasn't a doctor or forced into chatting with me one way or another and I didn't want them to anyways. Besides, when I had no friends in this hell hole I didn't see a reason to talk unless I needed to."
He stopped talking for a long while and just kept looking around the room. "Besides, when other patients are afraid of you, they wont approach you and possibly hurt you. You cannot possibly trust anyone these days. They all either wanna slit your throat or are working with the people who want to slit your throat."
Tagged: Spencer Song of the moment: Stay Away From My Friends by Pierce The Veil Muse: Alright Wearing: Clicky Word Count: 581
Cost: 35 Prints
A d v a n c e d p o s t t a b l e
A very complicated post table with either a gif of a wolf (cannot be edited, that would simply take way to much time) or an edited image of your wolf. This table had a lot of coding, and takes a bit longer to customize. It has a SHORT line of lyrics up at the top, a SHORT line of lyrics in the middle and a stanza of lyrics at the bottom.
So give me all you’ve got
I can take it
"Tell ya what, you quit giving me shit and after I assist our friend here back to his room, I'll take you outside for a cigarette so you can at least get a quick nicotine fix before lights out. Sound like a plan?" Killian had said, which made Fenris' mood improve quite a bit. "Great!" He exclaimed, leaning forward and slapping his hands together, "so the sooner we get the lunatic to his room the better." Fenny wasn't even trying to be rude and bothersome anymore. In his mind the comment was harmless and tottally not rude in anyway, just a light hearted joke considering basically anyone in here is a lunatic one way or another.
As the Kilian talked to the other patient Fenris sat idly with his hands still closed around each other. He hadn't planned on getting involved until Killian litterally brought him into it. "If it's all right with you, me and my friend here would like to help you find your room. That way you can take a nap comfortably, okay?" The tattooed man had said with a wink directed to Fenny. He never said he was willing to help the guy to his room, shouldn't he be able to at least do that by himself? Fenris had just simply stated he wanted the guy back in his room and quickly so that he could have a smoke already.
"Hey, I never said I would like to help him. Don't put words in my mouth." Despite his dialogue that would hint he was going to refuse to escort the man with Killian he stood up. "But... I don't have anything better to do so why not." He stretched a little before arriving at Killian's side. "Shouldn't you be able to find your room on your own? I mean it can't be that hard can it? Are you suffering from amnesia or something?" Just to get his point across Fenris knocked the tips of his knuckles against the guy's head, making a "click" noise with his tongue.
"But hey," he shrugged his shoulders. "Considering you're here at Daniel Grey I wouldn't be surprised if a few screws have fallen out along the way." Fenris continued, talking before thinking had become a nasty habit of his.
"He won't come and haunt my room will he?" The other patient asked and Fenris raised an eyebrow and let his mouth curl into an amused smile. "I can't make any promises" he said, keeping his features serious and trying not to show any signs that he's basically acting. "I've heard some pretty nasty tales of ghost attacks right here in Daniel Grey. There are plenty of rumors and legends about the ghost of Daniel Grey psychiatric hospital but no one can be sure which one is actually the truth." He bit his upper lip to avoid smiling and glanced over at Killian, then back to the patient.
Not ashamed of what I am
I took the pills for these empty nights ‘cause it makes me who I am. THEY ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT "YOU'LL NEVER GET TO HEAVEN WITH A LIFE LIKE YOURS. WELL, IF YOU'RE LOST LITTLE BOY THE CAMERAS PULL YOU RIGHT BACK DOWN. IT'S LIKE A CHEMICAL BURN, PEELING OFF YOUR SKIN. AND WHEN YOU SEE YOUR FACE YOU'LL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN.”
Be afraid of what I am
Word Count: 492 Tagged: Richard, Killian Wearing: Clicky
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Last edited by Grimthorne on Fri Jan 10, 2014 10:55 pm; edited 5 times in total
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Snowflower
Wolf Breed :
Arctic Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☼Noapte☼ Prints : 4484
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Mon Oct 14, 2013 4:54 am
Character Name: Starlight Name on Image:Yes Color Of Name: Steel gray Any quote/other text?: Once what you had is gone, it's gone. (Also Steel gray) Species (can be more than one): Wolf Description of Character(s): Black fur with pink eyes. All her paws are white and tail tip and her belly is white too. Personality/mood: Silent and cool Size: N/A Background: Forest Font color: Same. Steel gray Background color: Navy blue Table type: The type where the picture is on top. Same like the old versions :3
Grimthorne
Wolf Breed :
Eurasian Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☼Noapte☼ Prints : 4592
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Fri Nov 15, 2013 6:45 pm
Snowwy's finished late request
The sound of distant wolves talking with each other and shouting in excited voices had come to Aarons attention a while back, and before he had no intentions of joining a pack but he knew better. Any wolf would need a pack, and because he wasn't quite as wild as a lot of other wolves he would need a pack more then anyone else. Thats how he found himself here, watching the pack converse and talk with each other in cheerful voices, excited about something and by the looks of large amount of fish laying on the ground he was guessing eating a lot had something to do with it.
As he saw the large brute with bright blue eyes with a feather in his neck fur he swore this was all just a delusion his dehydrated body had created, until this delusion reacted not happily like Aaron would have wanted but instead rather frightened and nervous. He assumed his son thought Aaron was some sort of thing his crazy mind had created and was just tricking him, which was probably the reason he was looking around at everyone else, probably to make sure they didn't notice his strange behavior or if they could see him too.
His son's schizophrenic behavior had always scared Aaron. At the time he was much younger and stupid and didn't quite understand the disorder and in the end had chased his son off for something he couldn't help. He had always assumed his son had just died since he left the pack at such a young age but obviously he was wrong. He had no idea how to handle Grimthorne still, but Grim was an adult now and could look after himself, Aaron just was over joyed he could make things right between him and his son. The only problem was trying to convince his song he wasn't just an illusion, which he guessed wouldn't be to hard if he got reactions from other wolves.
"Hello" he said in a gruff, British accent. Of course as soon as he spoke he saw Grimthorne through the corner of his eyes dashed away quickly, hiding behind some white female with caramel eyes. Sighing he turned his head so he was facing his son and sighed softly, his eyes holding deep regret within their bright blue depths. He wished him and his son had a better relationship, he wished his son wasn't crazy but obviously he would have to deal with both, just make the most out of them and hope Grim doesn't try to kill him.
Addressed: The Pack Mentioned: The pack, Grimthorne, Snowflower Song of the moment: I Miss You by Blink 182 Muse: Meh its alright Tone: Calm and collected Word Count: 430 Side Notes: I wanna try my best not to rp with myself that much but lkjghkljfdhg they just have to have a reunion
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<div style="background: url(https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TMFt48AZWf0/UeMpELqKVAI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Yk16uHXDb_I/w576-h433-no/14-92.png) no-repeat top #595959; width: 500px; border: 4px solid white; margin: 0 auto;"><div style="padding: 10px; padding-top: 400px; width: 480px; font-family:verdana; color: Black; font-size:8pt; line-height0px; letter-spacing:0px; text-align:justify;"> [center][left]The sound of distant wolves talking with each other and shouting in excited voices had come to Aarons attention a while back, and before he had no intentions of joining a pack but he knew better. Any wolf would need a pack, and because he wasn't quite as wild as a lot of other wolves he would need a pack more then anyone else. Thats how he found himself here, watching the pack converse and talk with each other in cheerful voices, excited about something and by the looks of large amount of fish laying on the ground he was guessing eating a lot had something to do with it.
As he saw the large brute with bright blue eyes with a feather in his neck fur he swore this was all just a delusion his dehydrated body had created, until this delusion reacted not happily like Aaron would have wanted but instead rather frightened and nervous. He assumed his son thought Aaron was some sort of thing his crazy mind had created and was just tricking him, which was probably the reason he was looking around at everyone else, probably to make sure they didn't notice his strange behavior or if they could see him too.
His son's schizophrenic behavior had always scared Aaron. At the time he was much younger and stupid and didn't quite understand the disorder and in the end had chased his son off for something he couldn't help. He had always assumed his son had just died since he left the pack at such a young age but obviously he was wrong. He had no idea how to handle Grimthorne still, but Grim was an adult now and could look after himself, Aaron just was over joyed he could make things right between him and his son. The only problem was trying to convince his song he wasn't just an illusion, which he guessed wouldn't be to hard if he got reactions from other wolves.
"Hello" he said in a gruff, British accent. Of course as soon as he spoke he saw Grimthorne through the corner of his eyes dashed away quickly, hiding behind some white female with caramel eyes. Sighing he turned his head so he was facing his son and sighed softly, his eyes holding deep regret within their bright blue depths. He wished him and his son had a better relationship, he wished his son wasn't crazy but obviously he would have to deal with both, just make the most out of them and hope Grim doesn't try to kill him. [/left]
[left]Addressed: The Pack Mentioned: The pack, Grimthorne, Snowflower Song of the moment: I Miss You by Blink 182 Muse: Meh its alright Tone: Calm and collected Word Count: 430 Side Notes: I wanna try my best not to rp with myself that much but lkjghkljfdhg they just have to have a reunion[/left] [/center] </div></p>
Snowflower
Wolf Breed :
Arctic Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☼Noapte☼ Prints : 4484
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Fri Nov 29, 2013 3:30 am
Thankies Grim c: I ain't hidden no more XD
Grimthorne
Wolf Breed :
Eurasian Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☼Noapte☼ Prints : 4592
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Thu Jan 09, 2014 4:04 pm
Closing my shop for the rest of today and tomorrow so I can remodel it and add some new features.
Grimthorne
Wolf Breed :
Eurasian Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☼Noapte☼ Prints : 4592
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Fri Jan 10, 2014 10:57 pm
(please excuse my double posting) I am now open again!
Arane
Wolf Breed :
Mackenzie Valley Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☀ Soarele☀ Prints : 108708
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Sat Jan 11, 2014 5:29 pm
Pixel Art Form
Pixel type: Yawning Description/ref of wolf: Look at Saladin's avvie for the fur color and then a black line down her muzzle Eye color: Golden Name on/off: On Wolf Name: Arane Name colour: Dark green perhaps?
Line art Form
Wolf description or ref: background Color: can be transparent. Forest or a tundra clearing of some sort. Name: on Name color: Dark green
Post Table Form
Table type: Original [b]Link to Biohttps://shatteredeclipse.rpg-board.net/t277-arane Color(s): You choose Font color: Greeen Mood: Neutral Border[on/off]: Lyrics (required for only some tables): Gif or image (for advanced table only):
Manipulation Form
Wolf description or ref: Saladins color fur and hazel eyes background: can be transparent Name: on Name color: Arane Text you choose
I know it's a lot but i have plenty of prints. Take your time and don't rush, I ain't that picky
Grimthorne
Wolf Breed :
Eurasian Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☼Noapte☼ Prints : 4592
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Sat Jan 11, 2014 5:31 pm
oooh everything is accepted, I dont mind doing this much. I like forward to it actually. Starting on the pixel art now.
Arane
Wolf Breed :
Mackenzie Valley Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☀ Soarele☀ Prints : 108708
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Sat Jan 11, 2014 5:41 pm
The pixel and lineart are for my new signature while the table is for posting and avvie for my avatar of course. Thank you so much!
Grimthorne
Wolf Breed :
Eurasian Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☼Noapte☼ Prints : 4592
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:48 pm
The sound of distant wolves talking with each other and shouting in excited voices had come to Aarons attention a while back, and before he had no intentions of joining a pack but he knew better. Any wolf would need a pack, and because he wasn't quite as wild as a lot of other wolves he would need a pack more then anyone else. Thats how he found himself here, watching the pack converse and talk with each other in cheerful voices, excited about something and by the looks of large amount of fish laying on the ground he was guessing eating a lot had something to do with it.
As he saw the large brute with bright blue eyes with a feather in his neck fur he swore this was all just a delusion his dehydrated body had created, until this delusion reacted not happily like Aaron would have wanted but instead rather frightened and nervous. He assumed his son thought Aaron was some sort of thing his crazy mind had created and was just tricking him, which was probably the reason he was looking around at everyone else, probably to make sure they didn't notice his strange behavior or if they could see him too.
His son's schizophrenic behavior had always scared Aaron. At the time he was much younger and stupid and didn't quite understand the disorder and in the end had chased his son off for something he couldn't help. He had always assumed his son had just died since he left the pack at such a young age but obviously he was wrong. He had no idea how to handle Grimthorne still, but Grim was an adult now and could look after himself, Aaron just was over joyed he could make things right between him and his son. The only problem was trying to convince his song he wasn't just an illusion, which he guessed wouldn't be to hard if he got reactions from other wolves.
"Hello" he said in a gruff, British accent. Of course as soon as he spoke he saw Grimthorne through the corner of his eyes dashed away quickly, hiding behind some white female with caramel eyes. Sighing he turned his head so he was facing his son and sighed softly, his eyes holding deep regret within their bright blue depths. He wished him and his son had a better relationship, he wished his son wasn't crazy but obviously he would have to deal with both, just make the most out of them and hope Grim doesn't try to kill him.
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<div style="background: url(http://i58.servimg.com/u/f58/18/62/96/27/2007-125.jpg) no-repeat top #435a41; width: 491px ; margin: 0 auto;"><div style="padding: 10px; padding-top: 450px; width: 480px; font-family:verdana; color: #081707; font-size:8pt; line-height0px; letter-spacing:0px; text-align:justify;"> [center][left]The sound of distant wolves talking with each other and shouting in excited voices had come to Aarons attention a while back, and before he had no intentions of joining a pack but he knew better. Any wolf would need a pack, and because he wasn't quite as wild as a lot of other wolves he would need a pack more then anyone else. Thats how he found himself here, watching the pack converse and talk with each other in cheerful voices, excited about something and by the looks of large amount of fish laying on the ground he was guessing eating a lot had something to do with it.
As he saw the large brute with bright blue eyes with a feather in his neck fur he swore this was all just a delusion his dehydrated body had created, until this delusion reacted not happily like Aaron would have wanted but instead rather frightened and nervous. He assumed his son thought Aaron was some sort of thing his crazy mind had created and was just tricking him, which was probably the reason he was looking around at everyone else, probably to make sure they didn't notice his strange behavior or if they could see him too.
His son's schizophrenic behavior had always scared Aaron. At the time he was much younger and stupid and didn't quite understand the disorder and in the end had chased his son off for something he couldn't help. He had always assumed his son had just died since he left the pack at such a young age but obviously he was wrong. He had no idea how to handle Grimthorne still, but Grim was an adult now and could look after himself, Aaron just was over joyed he could make things right between him and his son. The only problem was trying to convince his song he wasn't just an illusion, which he guessed wouldn't be to hard if he got reactions from other wolves.
"Hello" he said in a gruff, British accent. Of course as soon as he spoke he saw Grimthorne through the corner of his eyes dashed away quickly, hiding behind some white female with caramel eyes. Sighing he turned his head so he was facing his son and sighed softly, his eyes holding deep regret within their bright blue depths. He wished him and his son had a better relationship, he wished his son wasn't crazy but obviously he would have to deal with both, just make the most out of them and hope Grim doesn't try to kill him. [/left]
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koda
Wolf Breed :
Arctic Wolf
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Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:50 pm
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Grimthorne
Wolf Breed :
Eurasian Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☼Noapte☼ Prints : 4592
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:56 pm
Finished Arane's request. Total Price for Arane's requests: 48 Prints Accepted Koda, I'll start now.
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Earless
Wolf Breed :
Ethiopian Wolf
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Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:57 pm
Wolf description or ref: background Color: Transparent, I thought it'd be easier. Name: on Name color: A lightish blue, like my font color in the chatbox/right in this post.
Grimthorne
Wolf Breed :
Eurasian Wolf
What Clan are you in? : ☼Noapte☼ Prints : 4592
Subject: Re: Grimthorne's Shop of Various Arts || OPEN || Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:18 pm
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