[Name]
Wilbur Soot
He is normally spoken of as Wilbur, or just Soot.
[Age]
2 years old
[Breed]
50% Malamute, 50% Afghan Hound
[Role]
The shy boi
[Gender]
Male
[Sexuality]
Pansexual, though he leans to males.
[Appearance]
[Personality]
[Likes] (Up to five)
1. A gentle quiet
2. A warm embrace
3. A sunny dusk, without a cloud, the sky streaked with pinks and purples and pales.
4. A peace that settles like a blanket over the cove he resides in
5. a jumble of friends, close to him, ready to protect and shield him from terrors and tortures
[Dislikes] (Equal to likes)
1. Thunder. The crashing storms and wailing sirens of destruction terrify Wilbur to no end..
2. Alone. A painful, shrieking loneliness.
3. There are two types of quiet. A content peace of A happy camp, and a stinging pierce of a lonely quiet. He fear one, yearns the other.
4. Pain. A pain is something he cannot take.
5. Arguing. Fighting. Terror.. all of it.
[Other]
Dont Afghan hounds look absolutely ridiculous?
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