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Brendon Urie is the name. Call me Brendon. Or Urie. Either one works

I am only a pup.

I am a male.

I am of maned wolf breed. I have the classic ebony pillars with a muzzle of the same shade. There is a fleck of black on the middle of my shoulders. When I grow older, more black will develop in the general neck region. The tip of my tail is white. The rest of my bodice is consumed with cinnamon colored fur - an unnatural color. It still has a soft tint of the normal fox red. My eyes are dark in color, what could be described as "black" but really they are a dark chocolate. As a pup I'm thought of as cute and adorable, but as I age, I will easily be catergorized as handsome or attractive.

As a pup, I will be very playful and sweet. I will be as loving as possible. But, as I age, I become more secluded and quiet, thinking about what is wrong with me and having all sorts of guilt as to what I did wrong.

I come from a family of royalty. When I came at the age that I could hunt small prey (like rats and bunnies) I was tricked. My father took me out "hunting", and while I was sneaking up on a small rabbit, he slinked away, so I was abandoned.

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