[dohtml]The mountains had always been a source of interest for the monochrome yearling, not because he was in awe of the majestic monolithic peaks powdered with frosted snow, but because he was determined to one day climb to the top just to show the world how great he was. But luckily for his well-being, Spooks was not foolish enough to climb the mountain yet, not even a fully-fledged adult quite yet. Not to mention the fact that he was rather small for his age (and would likely remain that size) but he didn't concern himself with thoughts of his diminutive stature.

Instead, Spooks recklessly traversed the mountain's base and was blessed with the extraordinary luck of making it unscathed as he zoomed about like a careening car with an intoxicated driver with a predilection of speed. As it began to drizzle slightly, Spooks stopped his energetic dash to stare up at the sky. Although he certainly didn't care about cleanliness or hygiene for the slightest, often caked in a mixture of mud, leaves, and various debris, Spooks didn't fancy getting wet at the time.

Bright green eyes roamed the fortress of rock and narrowed in on a small outcropping of the rock that would provide some shelter. Instantly he made a beeline for it, loping towards his soon-to-be shelter at an easy pace only to pause upon spotting a small creature - a puppy already there. How dare she take his space (even if there was enough room for the two of them)! "Hey! I saw this spot first!" he scowled at her, tail agitatedly lashing from side to side.[/dohtml]

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The child appeared to be unfazed by his slightly hostile attitude and Spooks found himself rather annoyed with this pretentious pup. Briefly he contemplated picking her up to leave her somewhere higher on the mountain crags, but despite her current small size, Spooks didn't relish the idea of having to carry any dead weight up the rocky slopes. Still, he didn't at all appreciate her smug tone of voice and narrowed his eyes at her. "Watch your tone kid."


Then with a snobby huff, Spooks scooted himself into the place beside her. He glanced at the raining skies before turning his attention once more on the stranger with a frown across his face. "What are you doing here by yourself anyways? Don't you have any siblings or something?" The question was probably strange - normally one would have asked her if her parents were around. But Spooks didn't grow up in a conventional home to begin with. He never really had parents in the sense of the word except for his previous guardian, although granted he mostly spent time with his brothers and sister attempting to rule the other puppies of the packs.

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So she was the boss? Hm. Now that Spooks thought about it, she did bear some resemblance to Shiver, minus the diva attitude. But while his sister enjoyed being around her siblings (or as she called them, subjects) it was mostly just to boss them around. Although Spooks disliked being yelled at and often took great pains just to annoy his sister for revenge, he still enjoyed being in the presence of his siblings. It was always more fun than being alone.


"I have a lot of brothers and sisters too," he remarked. Exactly how many siblings he had was a complete mystery for he only knew a handful of them. "Borlla? Huh. That's a weird name," he responded in a haughty fashion with an arrogant tilt of his head. It had taken him a while to understand that not everyone had a numbered name in his childhood, but Spooks still found the names of most acquaintances to be strange (even if his was probably stranger). "My name's Number Two Eight Five Zero Zero, but you can just call me Spooks." [/dohtml]

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At her question, Spooks merely shrugged nonchalantly. It wasn't his responsibility to track down his scattered siblings anyways. "Well they used to, some of them. I don't remember everyone." He could vaguely recall brief glimpses of some unknown siblings once in a while at the facility, but he didn't really interact with them. But all his siblings appeared in monochrome tones of black and white, allowing him to easily identify them as his brother or sister.

He tilted his head with an indignant expression in his eyes at her next remark. Well it wasn't his fault that his name was a string of numbers! Spooks conveniently (and hypocritically) dismissed the fact that it wasn't Borlla's fault for her name either. "I didn't come up with that number name. 'Sides, all of my siblings have numbers too. But it's annoying to remember them so we had to make up different names," he retorted. "Huh. That's because I'm not trying to be scary right now. If I was you'd probably be crying and running home by now," Spooks asserted arrogantly with a flick of the tail. [/dohtml]

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Borlla asked too many questions. Although Spooks had been guilty of the same thing when he had been a puppy. But Spooks did enjoy talking to others after all. "I don't know. Everyone just kind went wherever they wanted to. My sister was pretty mean. She was sooooo bossy! I guess she was kind of smart though, that's why she was the leader of our pack."


His mom? Well to be honest it should have been moms. Spooks didn't know who in the world was his biological mother, but he recalled the ones that had adopted him. Shrugging, he replied, "I don't think so. But I guess my first mom must have named me that. Or something. And I just can't forget it. It's stuck in my memories permanently!" His ears pricked up at her challenge, a glint in his green eyes. She didn't think he was scary? His eyes sharpened to a glare as he growled, contorting his facial expression into an aggressive one as he exposed his teeth in the beginnings of a snarl, looming up closer to her face. [/dohtml]