Biography
Stranger Things , came from two loving parents , he was the 'runt' of their litter , though she loved him all the same .
His mothers name was Jelly , a beautiful , smart , somewhat sassy firecracker , while his father , was named No Face , he didn't get to know him much , though from the stories his mother tells , he was a great , noble , fierce wolf .
Stranger Things is desisted to take the role of Dancing Spirit , he is training up to become just as good of a battle wolf to do so .
Now for his true story , now Stranger Things was and still is very self-conscious of himself, being the least special of his litter didn't help, he always feels like he has to show the worth of himself , in hopes of being the best ...or even being noticed .
He doesn't speak much , well didn't now since he met his pal and partner in crime , French Toast . She feels like she isn't anything close to as special as he is , while he thinks she is one of she is the sweetest ..most memorable ..most amazing she-wolf in the universe . The world is defiantly no ready for this chaotic pair .
Breeding Info
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| Personality
He loves being in his pack , he loves his friends , his mother . He is a very outgoing , playful ball of wildness. He would give everything for his pack , he has each and everyone's back no matter what
Preferences
This wonderful wolves , is entranced by anything you may find boring such as-
BUTTERFLIES (H): THEY"RE LIKE FLYING COLOURS)
PRETTY LIGHTS (m/y): stars .. Stranger they are starts (H): PRETTY LIGHTSSS)
OWLS (H) WHAT EVEN ARE THEY? THEY MAKE NOISE , THEN DISAPPEAR)
PRET- (m/y): You've already said pretty lights)
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PRETTY STARS (m/y): ... you son of a b-buckle..)
MY TAILLLLLLLLLL
Special Skills
What a strange being you are, God knows where I would be
If you hadn't found me, sitting all alone in the dark
A dumb screenshot of youth
Watch how a cold broken teen
Will desperately lean on a superglued human of proof
What the hell would I be, without you
Brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth
'Cause I'm sick of losing soulmates, so where do we begin
I can finally see, you're as fducked up as me
So how do we win?
Yeah, I'm sick of losing soulmates, won't be alone again
I can finally see, you're as fducked up as me
So how do we win?
We will grow old as friends, I've promised that before
So what's one more?
In our grey-haired circle, waiting for the end
Time and hearts will wear us thin
So which path will you take, cause we both know a break
Does exactly what it says on the tin
What the hell would I be, without you
Brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth
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