 He is attractive in a strong, solid way: solid build, square-bodied and golden-furred. His limbs are dipped in a rich orange, rolling up his limbs in lava-like billows, rolling about in rounded markings just around his ankles. He grins, bright nonchalance evident in his deep purple eyes, and flicks his ears forward investigatively. Finally, after having given you a satisfying once-over, he leans back and waits to see how conversation will develop. [Links]
Name: Havok |
Havok's father, whom he takes after rather little, really; still, they get along well enough. Havok is more headstrong than his father, and significantly more blunt and outspoken. This may cause a problem between them, when the pup becomes older, but at present theirs is a healthy, if somewhat distant, relationship.
On the surface, it would seem the only thing Havok inherited from his mum was her eyes. Again, he is just so much more bold than either parent, but he is particularly fond of his mother--indeed, he's something of a mama's boy.
The two brothers have an appallingly little in common. They get along well enough, but prefer the company of others as their personalities are so different--which suits them both just fine.
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In a room full of emptiness By a freeway I confess I was lost in the pages Of a book full of death Reading how we'll die alone If we're good we'll lay to rest Anywhere we want to go
In your house I long to be
On my deathbed I will pray
In your house I long to be
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