Biography
Swivel Chair enjoyed his lazy walks in the forest, a calm feeling swept over him every time he trailed throughout the woods. Then, he heard a sound, a sharp, scared yip of a pup. He wandered closer to the sound. Soon, his paw steps were heard by the pup in distress. It was a she-pup, who cried out for him. She was caught in a trap, her legs mangled in the snare.
Swivel Chair snorted and helped the pup out of the trap.
"What's your name?" He asked
"Sunshine." She yipped. "Thank you for helping me."
He nodded and began to walk away, he was tired and was ready for a well deserved nap.
"Wait! Please, don't leave me." Sunshine piped, fear lacing her words.
So, Swivel stayed by her side. Day in and day out. He hunted for her, groomed her, and began to love her.
Until one day, went he had returned from a hunt, Sunshine was no longer in their den. Her legs couldn't have brought her far, since they never properly healed. He looked around in confusion, suddenly picking up the scent of blood, followed by the scent of a Darkseeker. Swivel ran, desperate to find his pup. The trail of blood growing thicker as he went. A sorrowful howl broke from his mouth as he saw a familiar Darkseeker, Archangel, viciously tearing into Sunshine.
Swivel Chair lunged forwards, tackling him to the ground. They both fought, one for vengence, one for cold blood to be spilt.
Swivel lost, he held his wounded heart between his legs and until he ran into a Lightbringer, The Weird One.
Breeding Info
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| Personality
Lazy, Careless, yet protective as heck. He won't hesitate to BACKHAND YOU.
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Special Skills
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Spring 
Night Weather: 
Brimstone Moon: 
