Well, my first submisson (although i do see myself as a dominatrix...)
Anyway!
This is my winged wolf, Gabriel, drawn and colored with pencils (If i use paint i usually end up doing my whole room in it) anyhow... the reason it says Silenos is because thats what im called on another site in which i roleplay, so now you know if you were curious.

introduction:

Elegant yet faintly ominous tendrils of moonlight draped fading hues on the forest floor, gently lighting the trail ahead for the humming fireflies, dancing a masquerade of neon light, falling in union. Yet peace was short lived at the icy crunch of laboured yet honoured paws among the frosted earth, causing them to scatter like rain back into the near shrubs of the chilling forest.
Intricately, the lunar light curled over the divine silhouette of wolf and osprey wing. Through a pelt of eagle feather, lay eyes of golden thunder sharp, alight delicately in the alder eve; as hallowed candles aflame. This alphas great wingspan opened with deep embrace, suspended from strong, broad limbs.
Following down this lean beast of exuberance finished with a hefty tail, held high like an Olympic torch, bristling with the tincture of fine gold.
Thus this magnificent wolven strode, on the nimble toes of foremost pride. Silver talons bit the soft, wet earth, slipping through the pliable under growth of his tender land. Yet his spirit was far from the purity of his endowed name.
His once splendorous family now mottled, torn, masked shamefully in sodden earth. As with the lumen splendour of the forthcoming rays revealed this respected murderer of swift wing, before his poised frame slunk back into the misty ardour of forest shadow. "Gabriel" whispered his every step with envy, through the solid bark of tree, and swift wing of bird.
His heartbeat sung strong, echoing dully in the warm atmosphere as his jowls parted slightly, taking in the sweet scents of the blooming orchids, white as the palest moon. The shimmering crashes of gold fell upon the trees as his pace quickened swiftly as Ones blissful scent had fallen tenderly upon his ardent muzzle. The holder of such a call being teasingly hunted.
His keen eyes flickered like spheres of radiant light, as his mate was caught under his hallowed sights. A seemingly charming idiom clasped his burly maw, hinted with a few short whiskers, his handsome frame daunted to a crawl of carnivorous dexterity, watching her through the creamy darkness, waiting flawlessly for the perfect opportunity to strike.