Let's work together to write the most tragic romance story the wiki has ever seen!

Original article is by PPermelia.

Introduction.
Hello user, you may like romance or any genres (if you have a genre to request a full-wiki collab on request it here) you are completely welcome to edit this, just make sure to make the most wholesome yet tragic love story we can write between two budding characters, good luck.

~PPermelia

Well, rules:
 * 1) Don't mess with anyone else's parts
 * 2) You're welcome to add this to your category
 * 3) You may add more than once
 * 4) Use the characters, you may add but stick with the main plot
 * 5) Put your name there before you edit
 * 6) If you'd like, pictures are allowed.
 * 7) Don't vandalize


 * 1) Have fun
 * 2) You may include characters that AREN'T from animal jam, along with OCS
 * 3) You don't need permission to write on this
 * 4) This is COMPLETELY serious.

PPermelia
The warm wind blew and the tall grass gently swayed, the sounds of the birds chirping could be heard as the sun began to set, leaving a warm orange glow on the setting. Two arctic wolves named Marion and Alex sat on a rock, feeling the heat beneath their paws. He looked into her eyes and smiled at her, feeling the sincerest affection in his heart. "Marion, I've come to ask you this." he declared as he pulled something out of his tail, his fedora slipping down until he pushed it back up.

Her eyes brightened, she was anxious to know if it was finally the day he would ask to marry her, her heart was racing, she was ready to cry tears of joy due to waiting for two years. He cleared his throat, the sun reflecting in his bright blue eyes and on his grey fur, making him look dreamy. She fluttered her long eyelashes, he sighed. He looked at her, she was pink with a white underside. She wore necklaces and flower crowns. While he was dark blue on the top and dark grey at the bottom.

He looked into her purple eyes, suddenly another arctic wolf walked past. Instead of being pink, she war dark-grey on the top and light on the bottom, she had white eyes and wore the Jamaaliday flower crown instead of the purple one. She wore spikes and worns, she looked over, he didn't mind her. "Marion, will you please, please help pay for the restaurant visit?"

"If it's that French restaurant again.." she mumbled, annoyance burning her veins.

"No, this time it's Turkish." He replied with a smile.