Biography
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"They say that the life you hold is yours to command. I say to hell with that. Your life is for YOU to live! Take what you get, give what you take. Share and not command. Join hand in hand please. We all will live better."
Bullet raises his head before an exaggerated sigh leaves him and he flops down to stare off of his perch. "Life is so... Gah!" He groans and slowly starts to roll down from his overhanging cliff and back to the center of his home. His land was filled with females, lots, and lots, and lots, of females. "The estrogen level is to high!" He mutters as he lays on his back and looks to the sky for assistance. There was only two males in the pack to speak of now, the third had vanished and has not been seen in a long time. "Why is the female hormone called estrogen?" He mutters then shakes his head and rises only to stumble and snort.
"Yeah, fermented apples, never try those." He groans and rubs his head for he had done the same thing a a moose. "Did you know a moose can get drunk? I didn't." He mutters then snorts out a laugh before he stumbles once more before rising onto his paws and shaking his head again, this time his dog tags jingle and he growls. "It is not Christmas! I am not a reindeer." His voice was odd, much more flamboyant. It was different than his normal calm and deep tone. Now it was filled with semi-slurred words and a odd pitch.
With a hiccup leaving his muzzle, he snorts once again then sits down and blinks. "Whoa..." He mutters and rubs his head once more. "I am so going to regret taking the advice of a moose." He mutters before he rises once again and starts to slowly and stiffly walk. He was no pleased that he did as the moose had dared him to do, but in the end it was funny to watch the drunk moose move about and slur its own words. "Yeah, that bit me right in the butt." He speaks before he stumbles and hiccups once more.
Breeding Info
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Sexuality: Homosexual
Mate: N/A
Pups:
Lighting Kerosene-Played by me daughter by love.
Status: Deceased.
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