Name - Eight
Appearance - A mixture of Dark and Light brown fur. Light brown mostly on his underside. Topped with a shaggy mane running the length of his back. Eight is smaller, but corpulento, birra di malto looking, moderately muscled.
Theme; Have it All - Jeremy Kay
Happy-Go-Lucky best describes Eight's average attitude.
Since he is the youngest of all eight pups in his family, he was taught da and takes many traits from each of his siblings.
Velvet taught him leadership and sense of duty, Tough taught him to fight and he learned Amore and kindness from his sister Whisper. He gains his temper from Cowboy and his ability to be content with life from Ellis. He seems to have Lucky's uncanny ability to actively turn situations in his favor.
All in all, Eight is a product of each of his siblings.
Nothing ever seems to get him down and he always seems to have a joke, anecdote o entertaining story prepared. The animated ways in which he dispenses with these are always a crowd favorite.
On rare occasions, he can have a mean streak. If pushed, he is più than capable of pushing back.
While he could fill the role of leadership, he is better as secondo in command, an enforcer of sorts. This way, he can both receive direction when he needs to and give it as well.
Eight, like all of his siblings is fiercely protective and loyal to family and friends.
He is the most headstrong and independent of the
family.
He is the youngest of all his siblings, the 8th of them to be born. His parents profess that they simply ran out of other names when he was born, hence the name "Eight".
Appearance - A mixture of Dark and Light brown fur. Light brown mostly on his underside. Topped with a shaggy mane running the length of his back. Eight is smaller, but corpulento, birra di malto looking, moderately muscled.
Theme; Have it All - Jeremy Kay
Happy-Go-Lucky best describes Eight's average attitude.
Since he is the youngest of all eight pups in his family, he was taught da and takes many traits from each of his siblings.
Velvet taught him leadership and sense of duty, Tough taught him to fight and he learned Amore and kindness from his sister Whisper. He gains his temper from Cowboy and his ability to be content with life from Ellis. He seems to have Lucky's uncanny ability to actively turn situations in his favor.
All in all, Eight is a product of each of his siblings.
Nothing ever seems to get him down and he always seems to have a joke, anecdote o entertaining story prepared. The animated ways in which he dispenses with these are always a crowd favorite.
On rare occasions, he can have a mean streak. If pushed, he is più than capable of pushing back.
While he could fill the role of leadership, he is better as secondo in command, an enforcer of sorts. This way, he can both receive direction when he needs to and give it as well.
Eight, like all of his siblings is fiercely protective and loyal to family and friends.
He is the most headstrong and independent of the
family.
He is the youngest of all his siblings, the 8th of them to be born. His parents profess that they simply ran out of other names when he was born, hence the name "Eight".
Well guys I'm back and I guess I'll add to another story because I've completely forgotten where I was going with HIM(The Humphrey in Me), Goodbye Pack, and the Brotherhood. So what I will do is start from scratch and make a new thing which sort of involves wolves....They're werewolves.....And it's for a manga I am actually deciding to create and might get published. (Have a artist as a friend....long story.) But since my pack here loves me...I thought it would be a good idea....But I want to know what te brothers and sisters have to say....I don't mind if te don't want me to...It's just easier because with each story I get feedback and I get better and better! So commento with your thoughts...I really really would appreciate it ^.^
I was on my way to a beach. Yeah I know right? A beach. A half an ora from anywhere. There was a house there that my dad detto we had to live in now. Before this 5 giorno drive, his buisness of a camping system burned down. We could not afford the house, so we had to move.
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh Cibo was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and detto nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)
We arrived. It looked like an ok house. One story. Not bad. We got out of the car. And once we got inside, the furniture was here already. There was a fridge go I had to take a peep. I opened the door, and fresh Cibo was in it. How strange. The walls looked like they needed a new paint job. There was splats on the wall. Red splats. It looked like paint. It was on the walls and on the floor. I had no idea who would leave that there. Anyway. Once we got all set up in this shit hole, we sat down and detto nothing. I couldn't get my eye off of the splats. I stood up, and walked over to the splats. I smelled them. This wasn't paint. This was blood.
To be continued... (sorry its so short)