Username: Scarlip
Show Name: Ghost of Winterfell
Call Name: Ghost
Sex: Male
Mate: /
Eye color: Red
Collar color: Silver (I suppose grey symbolizes it best? c:)
Phenotype: (black) recessive red
Genotype: kk/BB/DD/ayaw/ee/gg/SS/tt/mm/XX/ZZ
Parent: deceased
Parent: unknown
Image: Click
Theme Song: Winterspell - Two Steps From Hell
Traits:
* energetic
* fairly self-confident
* protective of his 'pack' and territory
* loyal
* alert
* demands daily cuddles
* slightly chaotic and very mischievous at times especially in his teen phase
* not always compatible with other dogs
* can be stubborn/willful
Tales of oddities and dog hair, told by a haunted person:
Ghost nearly managed to drive my poor neighbors insane with one of his habits. At first they'd give me weird glances that I didn't think much of, however, one summer evening I received a peculiar phone call. We'd been doing basic agility training all afternoon and Ghost had given everything. Naturally, he seemed to have trouble keeping his eyes open while we were walking back home from the training fields. He was wearing that kind of expression that makes you wonder whether he's intending to sweep the floor with his tongue as it hangs out of the muzzle sideways, wobbling softly with every step. Fortunately it was only a few streets to walk, a couple corners to take and after all I didn't have to carry him. Not that I would have refused to do it, had it turned out to be a necessity, but my back was at least as sore and aching as his. And seriously, he was starting to get too heavy for all the carrying around anyways. So much for 'runt of the litter'.
As soon as we were home and he'd barfed down his food and consumed half a bowl of water at once, he waddled over to his basket which was starting to get too small for him again, curled up in it as if to prove to me it was just the perfect size, hummed contently and dozed off. On a sidenote, another one of his quirks is snoring which is exactly the sound that was soon filling the air. The cuddly, teddy-bear type of snoring that sometimes evolves into a nasal earthquake interrupted by high pitched noises you would never dream of classifying as canine, only to return to cute again. Still wonder how that works...anyway, let's go on with the story, shall we? Earlier that day, an old friend had asked if we could possibly meet this evening. Ever since he'd been a puppy, Ghost and I had been working on him staying at home alone and it had been going really well - or so it seemed: Now that he was a lanky teen there were no more suspiciously yellow puddles on the kitchen floor, no carpets chewed to bits, no armchairs ripped apart in a mad frenzy. Alright, I admit we slipped up with the latter kind of destruction, once...but that is what hormonal teens do, right? Usually there was simply a giant white bundle of fluff getting bouncy and overly excited the moment I'd return, which feels amazing, by the way. Now, since Ghost was sound asleep I had no doubt it would work great, and after an obligatory shower I drove over to my friend's house.
It was probably about 11 pm or maybe 11:30 when this peculiar call came in: My neighbor was on the other end of the line and from the tone of her voice I could tell that the poor woman was also at the end of her patience. She wouldn't have needed to say a single word, for I could hear the problem through the phone: Howling. Blatant, canine howling, somewhat like a wolf yet sounding at a higher pitch. A tad like a coyote. Or a mad adolescent dog in the midst of his puberty vocal change, if anything like that exists in dogs. For a brief moment I wondered whether it might be a TV, not that my neighbor necessarily seemed to be the kind of person who enjoys American Werewolf, but I mean, who knows? But no, it dawned on me rapidly that this wasn't a werewolf, neither a normal wolf or even a coyote.This was an actual ghost. My Ghost. Well, mad adolescent dog in his puberty vocal change, it was.
*to be continued, this would be a series of short stories :3*
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