On a lonely stretch of road out in the country, a pretty rundown orphanage sits on an empty cul-de-sac. A four-floored, dusty gray house shows nothing out of the ordinary, but strange things lay inside.
Though remote, many puppies are left on the porch step, their heritage a secret forever. At different ages they are revealed to
have a certain natural gift......
Pet's name: Harlequinn
That's me wearing my favorite scarf that I was wrapped up in when "left" on the steps. My real name is Harlequinn, but call me Quinn. I don't really want to describe my personality (I find that kinda vain). Sadly, my gift hasn't been revealed yet, I'm not good at anything really. Please not let failing be my gift!
Pet's name: Reg
That's my oldest brother Regal (we call him Reg or Reggie). He's really quiet and calm. His gift is being able to talk to other speices. (only dogs and cats can communicate, all other have their own language). Also he's a really good public speaker, when he chooses to be. He's the leader as he can talk us out of most trouble.
Pet's name: Minx
That's my younger sis, Minx. She's friendly and outgoing. Her gift is interior decorating and clothing design. She loves to dress up the younger puppies and use them as test subjects. Right now she keeps her gift inside the house but plans to become a professional.
Pet's name: Whisper
Whisper is the most sweet and innocent puppy I have EVER SEEN! Her gift is flying and being able to see the future. She flies around the house when she's sure no ones watching. Often, Minx uses her for clothing design because she looks cute in absolutely everything.
Pet's name: Splotch
Splotch is a little bit quirky and random. Her gift is that she is amazing at art. Her room is covered in sketches and paint mistakes. Splotch is Whisper's twin as they were delivered on the same night. Most days she spends her entire time locked in her room drawing.
Pet's name: Venom
Venom used to be my older brother/ BEST FRIEND! He was friendly and a dreamer. His skill was being able to control plants. His room was filled with potted assortments. When he saw Whisper flying he would just stare and sigh. One day, when he was old enough, he packed his bags and left with no reason. I was heart-broken, he never wrote or visited again. A year later, we got a phone call. A dog, who they identified as Venom, had been found and had been certified as insane. I went to the hospital to visit him and saw someone had crudely stitched bat wings onto him, he was covered in scars, and his bright blue eyes had changed to look more like a snakes. I still visit him because I love him, but he no longer recognizes me.
