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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]the chilly air wrapped around him, enveloping the short-haired canine in a coat of coldness. delicate, soft snow cascaded down from the grey clouds above, covering the small pup's sun-kissed gold coat with what looked similar to sprinkled powdered sugar. the son of ace was distressed, rage boiling inside of the hot-headed wild-dog for his father who he despised with every fiber in his masculine being. obiareus didn't just feel abandoned by the biological parent who was the only guardian he knew, but he felt cheated by ace. ace had had litter after litter with countless amounts of different females and just gave them all up to the skulls. why? this was a question the dingo was determined to find the answer to.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]so yes, i've created a plotting thread for my new bby who currently calls the new skulls home. his father is ace and his mother is a npc. he's around three months old, still confirming this with goldie, and is a very interesting character. his simple biography is located here at the very bottom and his more advanced biography can be found here. so i love this kid with my entire heart and i want him to have many plots and be very active.
he is open to the following:
+ friends
+ enemies
+ one sided crushes
+ short term relationship
+ long term relationship [super picky]
+ open spars
+ capturing others
+ adventures
+ someone to adopt as his little sister whom he was cherish and adore and spoil rotten
he is closed to the following:
+ litters, he's three months old
+ miam/kill
+ capture [possibly open]
plot away c: they don't have to be in the skulls, they could be in an allying clan of them or an enemy clan c:[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]well perhaps my dingo son could wander from the skull's territory and fall upon bloodclan's domain where your black cougar cub spots him. they could perhaps befriend one another, but i doubt that depending on her personality since obiareus is a hot-headed, argumentative, stubborn charmer c:[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]awesome and yes, that would be great if you could please c:[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]cx they probably wouldn't be the best of friends, but perhaps friends c: shouldn't create the thread or do you want to?[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]the pup wasn't startled by the voices, i mean he did have ears the size of a bat's, or at least he liked to think of it like that. without turning his attention to the two strangers, the dingo let out a grunt in an agreement with cub. at the coyote's greeting, well this was something he'd have to pay a little more close attention to. chocolate orbs flickering over toward the wild-dog, narrowing slightly, obiareus nodded his head.
"so you're another unwanted shit like me? welcome to the family," he murmured, his voice in a low growl from the rage that boiled for his father.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]the pup was sitting away from the wooden ship, which he wasn't particularly too fond off. the three month old dingo was distressed for he was furious with the man who had sired his litter. he would never, even if his life counted on it, call ace his 'father'. a father was someone who would raise their young, but ace, ace was a cowardly ass who dumped his many offsprings on the skulls for what? to thank them for the time they let him to stay here? pathetic.
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Awesome, should I create it or do you want to?
