i could be great. [posting - open]

[universe.]

[they have been added Talin. there are so many males in the junkies...]

[spookyemma]

[ Will you be making the first post, universe, or can one of us do it? ]

[universe.]

[you may go ahead and start. i have to get up the weather first. ^-^]

[universe.]

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name; Amsterdam.
age; four years old.
gender; female.
rank; follower.
pack; junkies.
with; no one.
words; 415

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Amsterdam rolled over onto her back. the holes in the roof of the old bug she called her home let the morning light shine down onto her. even though it was cloudy and grey outside, it was still bright enough to make it warm, and visible. she heard the faint rumble of thunder in the distance and scrambled onto her stomach. her left ear folded in and her other perked up on top of her head. she shook her head to fix her ear, before rising onto her paws. the bug she lived in, was old, and rusted, and didn't have a door at all. she flicked one of her large ears back as she stepped out of the vehicle, looking around the junkyard till her eyes fell upon the abandoned mill past the piles of boards and old cars. she turned her head the other way to look down the path that lead out of her home, but refused to head that direction. instead she began to trek towards the mill in hopes that the others were there for some type of meeting Fenix may call. because she never really knew when he was going to announce a meeting. she wandered around, walking past other old vehicles and wooden doors. often coming across small piles of tires and boxes of metal. she never really thought of it as a junk yard, but more of a scrap yard. the sky rumbled once more making her stop in her tracks. looking up a the cloudy sky, "let it rain. please." she uttered to herself. hoping it would rain on the dry junk yard. not one puddle of water was around for anyone to drink. in order to get a good drink they had to travel a little while to get to the pond. her tail hung low when the sky didn't let rain fall down upon her, and continued to walk towards the old warehouse. she flicked her ears back as the large metal building was before her. inside she knew Fenix would be there, and if not, he must be at the pond. if that was the case, she would just stay at the mill not go anywhere else till he got back. she was already tired from the walk she took to get here. softly she began to pad into the mill, looking around at some of the equipment that was damaged and not workable. the entire building was just creepy to her.

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name; Pongo.
age; four years old.
gender; male.
rank; follower.
pack; tagged.
with; no one.
words; 417

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Pongo heard the faint beeping of the alarm in the other room. it must be, Derek, his owner. for a moment he heard nothing, but the sheets moving and the sound of the alarm being smacked as it was turned off. his tail swayed behind him, waiting for the man to walk out of his room and down the hall for breakfast. he barked softly to let his master know he was ready to go do something. "shut up pongo!" the man yelled from his room, throwing a book out into the hall making pongo leap back and scurry down the hall. it was almost like this every morning. derek wouldn't get up, and pongo was left to do nothing. with a soft sigh he padded down the carpeted hall and poked his head into the doorway. looking to see if the man had even made an effort. "i'll let you out. then i'm going back to bed..." he said tossing the sheets off him and scrambling out of bed to open the back door for him. as soon as pongo made it out the door, he heard the loud bang of it being shut. then the click of the lock being turned. he wouldn't be going inside anytime soon. so he figured he would get ready to go out and see if any of his friends were out yet. slowly he stretched his limbs and shook out his pelt. opening his maw in a wide yawn, he started to walk towards the gate. his amber eyes searching for the hole in the bottom of the fence he had manged to create. he lowered his body to the ground and pushed his nose underneath the fence, using his back legs to push him, and his front to pull him out. once he was out of the yard, he shook the dirt and leaves off his spotted pelt. he looked around for a moment, before heading out onto the sidewalk, and beginning to walk towards the park, or the abandoned house thing. which ever. he heard the sky rumble and looked up at the grey clouds, hoping it would rain. the town hadn't gotten rain in a month. they were going through a drought and the rain could really help. he turned his head too look behind him, thinking about the junkies who hardly ever had water, or food for that matter. softly, he let his head hang down, before continuing on in the direction he was going.

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name; Sniper Rifle.
age; four years old.
gender; female.
rank; follower.
pack; tagged.
with; Tinker and Prince.
words; 611

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she opened her softly as the sound of feet hitting the wood floor rang through her ears. "mommy! mommy!" she heard as the young human thudded past her kennel towards the kitchen where his mother was. for a moment nothing happened so she closed her eyes again. just as she was going back to sleep Ireland walked over with Quinn and bent down to the kennel door. "ready to go outside Sniper?" she asked flipping the latch up and pulling it to the left. then moving down and doing the same to the second latch. Sniper rose to her paws and shook out her pelt, stretching out her front legs as the door was opened. "let's go sweetheart." the woman said softly, picking Quinn up off the ground and walking towards the front door to let the dog out. Sniper yipped softly once she made it to the door and then turned her head at the sound of Oliver coming down stairs to leave. Prince and Tinker were also waiting to go outside with everyone. after a brief moment Ireland finally opened the door and Sniper darted out, followed by the two cats and then the humans. soon the humans left the yard and got into their vehicle and drove away. "looks like it's time for a trip to town." she said softly shaking out her pelt and going to the gate that was locked. a moment she stood there before putting her paws on the fence and kicking her back legs up. pushing her face against the gate until she made it to the top where she leaped down. Sniper tripped a little on her landing before walking down the driveway and onto the sidewalk. she lived at the end of a culdasac so her house seemed to be the furthest from the meeting place. her golden tail swayed across her back as she walked down the sidewalk. hearing the sky rumble made her freeze and shake lightly. she never was fond of storms, but she was just fine with a little calm rain. her amber eyes looked around, hearing the soft sound of pitter, pattering beside her. she flicked her ears back, knowing there were two cats following her down the road. "yes Tinker? Prince?" she asked, a smile plastered onto her face, and her eyes rolling. the two mainecoons trotted on either side of her, one of them purring softly. the long coated grey and white Prince, rubbed up against her, then stepped back, still trotting next to her. "you going to meet up with your friends Sniper?" the tom asked flicking his long tail behind him. the golden shiba inu almost growled when the cat spoke. "come on, we've gone before...." the orange and white she-cat, Tinker spoke up this time. Sniper rolled her eyes once more, perking her ears forward. "fine, but you can stay outside. you know everyone is going to chase you, right?" the female asked as she trekked down the sidewalk. "of course, but we are bigger than a miniature poodle. we should be considered dogs right?" Tinker asked prancing a bit ahead of them. "yes this may be true, but your still a cat!" Sniper said stopping to shake out her pelt. her amber eyes looking across the street, hoping to see someone she knew, but it was just a squirrel. "we act like dogs as it is. why would it matter?" Prince said as Tinker slowed down. the dog ignored them and just rolled her eyes. mine as well let them come with her. they will get chased away...so i won't have to deal with them. she thought with a smile.

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name; Fenix.
age; five years old.
gender; male.
rank; leader.
pack; junkies.
with; no one
words; 340

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Fenix heard the faint sound of thunder rumbling around the sky. he let his eyes open softly and stretched his limbs out around him. he lifted his head to gaze around, his amber eyes looking for someone. his maw opened wide in a great yawn. it was empty in the building. just him, no one else seemed to have went in there while he slept. or went in there to wake him up. he stood up onto his paws, stretching his limbs once more. it had been a rough night for him. he had woke up over six times, thinking about how to keep his pack from starving. he was worried for them all, and the fact that it was on his mind all the time, made it hard for him to sleep. his back popped, making him cringe a bit. "oh. i just want to go back to sleep.." he uttered, listening to the thunder rumble above him. the building creaked a bit, as settled and moved with the earth. his tail hung behind in shame and sadness. he hated to know that he may have failed his pack. all of them having to go find food, or work to hunt a fast squirrel. always running into a tagger and getting into a fray. he felt like he worked them to hard, that they needed a break for themselves. his eyes closed in a soft sigh. "what am i to do?" he said, hearing the soft paw steps of another dog outside. without much hesitation he sniffed the air. his nostrils taking in the scent of Amsterdam, one of the newest ones to join. she technically left the taggers and came to them because her owner abandoned her. he let his tail sway behind him, and he straightened up his posture. he couldn't let any of them think he was in pain, or he was worried. he had to stay strong, and not worry his pack. if they were worried, it might make things worse for all of them.

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anumet ;; tagged ;; leader

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In the living room on the carpet of the Queen's laid a spoiled, thin but largely shaped dog who was easily seen as a female. She looked nice and gentle, letting her family scratch her stomach and ears. The tags on her collar jingled when she shook her body a bit, before turning to her side and sneezing. Cotton had gotten onto her nose from Darcy's cotton sweater. "Gah! Ewww!" the young girl exclaimed before falling onto her butt. Luka laughed and wrinkled the fur in his hands near the fae's neck, shaking the collar. the tags visibly read 'Amunet Queen'. Fitting for her personality and 'rank' within the household dogs. Amunet licked Darcy's cheek happily, wagging her long tail and nudging the girl. Finally giving in, the girl hugged her before getting up and heading upstairs. "Guys!" Emma tried to call after as her children disappeared up the stairs of their rather large but comfy house. Neither looked back, having their ipods and computers to hang onto as if their life depended on it. This had always confused the fae, making her wonder why such an instrument was so important to one person. But hearing the sound of her leash being taken off of her collar made her jumped and nearly push Emma, the mother of the house, over on her way to the door where John waited patiently for her. Placing a paw on the door, the man with dark hair that nearly matched her own fur clicked the leash onto her collar and grabbed his hat. "I'll be back soon Emma, love you!" He called out as he left with the fae in hand. They were heading to the park, like they did every day for a walk and then let Am off the leash for a bit.

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A young brute, well not really that young, walked aimlessly from his travel to the graveyard. He'd spent an interesting few days there, stealing scraps from unwitting humans who let their child feed him a hot dog on the way back. But while in the graveyard, he'd been using the black angel as comfort and shelter at night. No one went to the abandoned graveyard anymore, where it smelled of decomposure and countless deaths. He'd tried to ignore this fact, but it was what had drove him out of there and back to his pack in the junkyard. He needed to calm himself down. Icarus was always out on his own, never really one to stay within pack boundaries, or really listen to the rules like he was supposed to. Hopefully it would rain, keeping the park dogs at bay, or the tagged at bay and away from the bad weather. Though most likely far more tired than anyone at the junkyard form his long, unneccesary walk he would still happily go to their large building where they hid. It took him for what seemed forever until he got there, squeezing through a tight hole in the wall, almost too small for the belgian malinois. "Hello?" He voice echoed out, not sure if anyone was there. He pinned his ears forward, listening, but nothing came back.

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[~Wolf Chick~]

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name; rain
age; three years old
gender; female
rank; follower
pack; junkies
with; fenix
words; 381

Sleep was hard for Rain and the ongoing groans of the storm didn't make it any easier. The young border collie had shifted several times in her slumber, frankly she had lost track of the exact number. She had claimed an empty car seat as her bed for the night, well most nights to be honest, and although it offered minimal comfort, is still the best thing she could be bothered to find. The car had had each of it's doors removed so it was easy for Rain to hop in and curl up for the night. And the roof offered shelter if it were to rain as she slept. The young female lifted her head slowly after a high pitched yawn escaped her throat. She had to blink a few times to give her eyes time to adjust to the lighting. She stretched out her legs and hopped down from her perch and on to the hard ground. Her limbs were still stiff so now that she had more space, Rain stretched out again and let out a second high pitched yawn. She licked her dry lips and glanced around. She could already see a few familiar figures beginning to stir. Amsterdam, the Ibizan Hound, was hovering around her own car, whilst the leader was forcing himself awake too. She contemplated heading over to one of them and greeting them but wondered if it was too early. Rain ignored her concern and slowly approached Fenix. As she headed towards him, she lowered her head and sniffed the air carefully, her eyes fixed on the larger male. Although she knew him well, Rain was still cautious, Fenix was the leader after all and she didn't want him thinking negative things about her. "Good morning, Fenix. I'm guessing sleeping was tough for you too?" Rain asked in a quiet tone. For some reason she needed to reassurance that she wasn't the only one having trouble sleeping and the gang leader seemed like the best dog to ask.The border collie held her head low to the ground and her tail was behind her legs as a way of showing her respect. Her body stature signified that she respected Fenix but she didn't fear him. At least not at this precise moment.

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name; bailey
age; four years old
gender; male
rank; follower
pack; tagged
with; lee and danielle payne
words; 408

Bailey was stretched out on the end of the Payne's mattress. The young couple were fast asleep with their loyal german shepherd at the end of their bed for about eight hours until the alarm clock went off. This kicked off their every morning routine. Lee would roll over and tap the clock to switch it off and then the small family would lay in the bed for a few more minutes before Bailey stirred. Bailey was always the first to stir. The four year old would then shift his way up to the top of the bed and would place his paws on Lee's stomach whilst licking his chin. As Lee rose from the bed, Danielle would do the same. Bailey liked to think of this as one of his duties and he never failed to get it done. Once everyone was awake and dressed, they headed downstairs to sort out breakfast. Bailey remained at Lee's side the entire time unless he was ordered to do otherwise. Lee had two slices of toast whereas Danielle had only one and they shared a pot of tea. Bailey watched them intently for several moments before heading over to his own food bowl and taking a few mouthfuls of wet dog food and a few laps of water to wash it down. The young male never understand what the couple spoke about at breakfast but when they each said 'goodbye' he knew what that meant. He was petted several times before the left for work in their car. Glancing around for a few minutes, Bailey finally decided to leave through the doggie door. There was a small crack between two planks of wood in the garden fence, just wide enough for a fully grown four year old male german shepherd to squeeze through. He padded across the soft grass and pushed himself through the fence. After getting used to his surroundings, Bailey headed off down the street after he was sure his owners had gone. The sky rumbled and the young dog couldn't help but look up. It looked like rain was on the way. Thank god. It hadn't rained for what felt like months and the town could really do with some water. If it wasn't for the sprinklers in the garden, the lush green grass would no doubt be a dull shade of brown. Bailey sniffed the air as he continued at a steady pace towards the park.

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name; Amsterdam.
age; four years old.
gender; female.
rank; follower.
pack; junkies.
with; no one.
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[to lazy to type her's. if any one needs someone to rp with, she is here. well, she is in the abandoned mill..]

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name; Pongo.
age; four years old.
gender; male.
rank; follower.
pack; tagged.
with; no one.
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Pongo continued down the street, his tail swaying behind him softly. "i feel so bad for those junkies. i get water every day, food every night and morning. they have to sleep in messed up cars, and don't get any love." he started, just basically talking to himself. the beautiful trees dropped their pink flowers down onto his black and white pelt as he walked down the sidewalk. "i bet they treat each other like family. always having to figure things out together. it's probably rough for the leader..." he continued, lifting his head up at the faint sound of thunder. "they probably have a terrible shelter to live in. with lots of holes in it, so they will probably get rained on. they may not even eat tonight." he continued his rambling, stopping to shake out his pelt and yawn. turning to look around, before continuing down the sidewalk. "it makes me appreciate what i have more than ever!" he said, lowering his head. he looked up and saw the park was close, close enough for him to hear Sniper yelling a hello at him. "hello to you too Sniper." he said as he made it to where the shiba inu sat in the grass.

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name; Sniper Rifle.
age; four years old.
gender; female.
rank; follower.
pack; tagged.
with; Pongo.
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Sniper Rifle gazed across the road at the grassy park. it seemed so welcoming. she stopped when she felt a faint drop of rain hit her pelt. "it's about to sprinkle guys. you should head home..." she said to the two cats who went wide eyed. they seemed so big and tough sometimes, but when it came to rain, they wouldn't stay longer than two seconds. instantly she watched as the two cats began to walk away, back towards the house. "goodbye Tinker, Prince!" she said over her shoulder and walked to the edge of the street. she looked left, no cars, she looked right, no cars. safe. she said softly and began to trek across the road. her golden pelt rippling as she moved. she stepped up onto the curb as she made it across. "hello park!" she said softly bounding onto the grass and smudging her face into the clovers, rolling over onto her back. wriggling around in happiness. she rolled back onto her side, and sat up. her i.d tags jingling softly as she looked around. soon the rest of them would be here, and they would listen to Amunet's orders on the day. she gazed around, looking for any others. then her amber eyes rested upon the white and black dotted pelt of Pongo. she jumped up, her tail swaying across her back in happiness. "Pongo! it's good to see you again!" she said cheerfully. it had been a while since she had seen Pongo. he wasn't here the last three or four days. she honestly didn't even know how long it had been, but it was a few sun rises.

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name; Fenix.
age; five years old.
gender; male.
rank; leader.
pack; junkies.
with; Amsterdam, Rain, and Icarus
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Fenix looked at the hole in the door of the building and saw the figure of one f the lankier dogs, and one of the females, Amsterdam. "hello Amsterdam." he said softly before turning his head at the sound of a hello, echoing through the building. it was a masculine voice, so he knew it was one of his. for his pack had few females, and he didn't mind. he couldn't stand to watch a female fight brute. though they could hold their own in a fight. "hello." he said softly to let the other brute know at least someone was in here. "i guess it's a bit dark in here." he said turning his head back at the sound of another approaching. it was Rain, one of the females following him. "yes. the thunder is awfully loud, and shakes the building roughly sometimes." he looked up at the sound of a ping on the roof. sprinkling? great! we need this rain. he thought to himself, shaking his pelt once more at the thought of water falling down him. he enjoyed getting wet, just not when fell upon him, or dropped onto his pelt. "at least the thunder storms won't be happening till later." he said padding over to where the hole in the roof was. it was a foot wide hole, and created a good drinking puddle for the dogs. he looked up at the hole, then down where the water should fill to form a good puddle. "let's hope we get enough to keep this puddle full for more than a week. my legs ache from walking to the pond daily." he let out a light laugh and turned to look where the brute came in. he could see who it was now, well by, scent and basic shape. "it's brighter by the hole in the door and the hole in the roof, Ica." he said to the brute. his white and black tail swaying behind to show all the happiness he could. he let out a soft sigh and sat down on his haunches. the little light coming through the holes made his pelt visible, and made it easier for the others to see him. "we ought to go hunting, or rummaging before it rains. it might be difficult to catch prey while it is muddy." he finished his words now, and closed his eyes in a long like blink, before opening them again to reveal his amber orbs.

[Roux-]

Audriella woke up inside the hay loft of her owner, Brad's, farm. She shook some stray hay from her fur, and walked up to the house. Her family was gone, again. Brad was always at the auctions, buying dumb little knick knacks, Annie, the mother, was caught up volunteering at the old folk's home, and the kids were at the equestrian center, tending to their horses. Abby sighed, and slipped through the front gate of the yard, and headed towards the city.

It wasn't a long walk, maybe ten minutes when she sprinted, which Abby did.She bolted down the old unpaved road, and saw the city approaching. She made it into town, and slipped into the direction. Abby started to pant from exhaustion, and felt the soft sensation of the grass under her paws. She smiled softly, and looked around for any of her friends.

The low rumble of thunder awoke Shadow from his peaceful dream. He jumped up, and let out a loud pained yelp as his head collided with the hard metal of the car he slept in. The car was an old 1950's mustang, and was once possibly a black, but now spotted with red and brown. The back seats had their leather ripped off, allowing comfort with the fluffy padding. the passenger seat was gone, as was the passenger door, so it allowed easy exit.

Shadow whimpered as pain shot through his head, and he hobbled out of the car, eyes half closed with grogginess. His back and ribs ached from when a group of boys cornered and threw things at him, also kicking. Shadow sighed and ignored the ache and walked to the pond to get a sip.

{ Major case of writer's block/creativeness block, sorry!

[universe.]

[it's fine Catori. i'm not going to complain. i have just been typing rubbish.]

[broken*]

~~Phoebe - Fae - 2.5 Years - Junkies~~


~History~
Phoebe may be young, but even so, it is sad to hear the truth, which is that she has never had a true home, never had an owner, nor another dog that ever cared about her. She was born to a female who was a fighting breeder, and was, as a female, going to be forced to do the same, but her fiery attitude made the humans want to test her in the ring. And when she won her first match, leaving the larger dog dead on the floor, she became a popular favorite, for although she is a bit smaller then many other dog breeds, she still is an excellent fighter. She was able to escape when the police showed up one night, right as she was in the holding ring, about to go in to the arena, and was able to jump the fence while she was unattended and bolted. That’s when she met the Junkies and has basically been a part of their gang ever since.

~Personality~
Phoebe is not the sweetest dog in the world, that is one thing that anyone can definitely be sure of. Some consider her to be loud and boisterous, saying that she doesn't know when it's better to just shut her mouth and be quiet, and maybe that’s true. Phoebe is never afraid to speak her mind, no matter what kind of trouble her words may get her into. If she doesn't like something, she'll say it. If she feels that she doesn't need to do something, she won't do it. It is very easy to tell that Phoebe is a very stubborn fae, for once her mind is set on something, there is absolutely nothing that is able to change her goal/viewpoint. What most wolves don't know is that everything that they think Phoebe is, is really far from the true her. She used to be sweet, kind, gentle, wanting to help anyone and everyone in need, whether they liked her or hated her. Deep down inside, although she won't even admit it to herself, all Phoebe really wants is for someone to love her, for someone to show that they care enough about her to fight for her, to see through the facade and find out the real her.

~Looks~
Plain and simple, Phoebe is a typical mutt. You can tell that she has pitbull in her, for she has the basic body conformation/shape of one, as well as she is that normal short height. She has hazel/light chocolate colored eyes with little tiny flecks of green and white within them. Her coat is various shades of brown, from light tan to dark, dark brown blended together, with both black and white facial, paw, and tail markings.

~Love Life~
Phoebe has never had a mate, nor has she really ever had a crush. Her past life has never allowed her/given her the time to get to know anyone that well, or even get anywhere near that close to a male. Because of this she has never had the opportunity to have pups, though she would consider having a litter in her future, if she ever found a mate and settled down, that is.

~Extra~
She is one of the best female fighting dogs ever known/used to the humans, and is extremely good at just fighting in general. She hardly ever leaves a fight without killing or severely injuring her enemy. Its not her fault though, its how she was raised and trained. She looks so innocent, which is just a help and surprise to those she fights.


~~Phantom - Brute - 5 Years - Tagged~~
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~History~
He was born into the pampered rich life. He was sold from one rich family to the next until finally one couple decided to keep him around as their show dog. He is extremely good, a champion boy with many titles, and although he does enjoy strutting his stuff in the arena, once he's back at home, he hates it. He cannot stand being locked up in a house or a yard, and often either jumps the fence or digs under it to get away, which is how he first met the ‘crew’, as he calls them. He's stuck with them ever since, and is actually more loyal to them then his own owner.

~Personality~
Phantom is, much as his name implies, a phantom, a ghost. He hates getting any sort of attention, whether positive or negative, and would much rather be left alone most of the time. It appears that he is never in a 'good mood', because when anyone, (and I do mean anyone, male or female, young or old), talks to him, his relied are always short and snappy. It is rare to see the brute with his ears not pinned and his teeth not bared, for it seems that he is always full of anger, no matter what the situation. If he ever let anyone truely in, which is a very unlikely thing indeed, they would be able to see that hidden behind this fake wall of hatred and malice, is a dog that is genuinely afraid of many things and completely unhappy.

~Looks~
Phantom is a large male, both in body mass as well as height. Most dogs with a lot of fluffy fur are actually quite small underneath it all, but this is most certainly not the case with him. Although he does have an extremely thick layer of white, gray, and black colored fur, he is quite muscular and strong. Anyone could tell that he is a purebred, and a champion one, just by looking at him. He has surprisingly blue eyes, which are very light and are rimmed on the outside with a darker shade of blue.

Love Life~
Being a typical purebred, his owners have only ever wanted him bred with other purebreds for extremely high prices, but so far, no fae has met their fancy for him, so he has yet to become a father. Besides that, he has never really been interested in any females. It’s not that none were good enough for him, it’s just that no one truly ever caught his attention/eye.

~Extra~
He hates the pampered life he lives at times, wishing all of the time for more freedom. He prefers to be outside, roaming around, exploring, just plain out stretching his legs, to being locked up in any cramped space.