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[Tundra ?]

Justin, late heir of Mafia. He could feel it in his bones. He knew that his grandfather fought for what was right. Or at least, he liked to pretend it was. Justin was to say, the least, very intrigued with his father's side of history, since he never knew his father, he always liked to imagine fantasy in that little mind of his. His sister September, on the other hand, was more offensive and guarded about her father. Justin could tell she did not like him very much. But Justin was the one who was boy, so he understood boy stuff. Like, his father had to go save the world or something; and that's why he couldn't be there for them. It hurt somehow, that his mum never mentioned their father. Even though his mother was from a proud heritage of purebreds, Justin knew his father wasn't quite so there. He thanked him for not being a complete mutt, at least he wasn't over five breeds in his blood. That was nice. He knew he wasn't beautiful, like his sisters, but to him, he could care less about what he looked like. Although hiss mother always praised him and reminded him how much he looked like her and her coat colors; he knew she was avoiding to tell him that his body structure and face was identical to his father's.

Justin didn't know what his mother had against his sire, but whatever she thought really mattered to him. Not that he didn't care, for see, it was just he was a boy. With a different personality. And Justin was determined, even though he was still a bit over a month, Justin knew his goal in life. He was his mother's caretaker, and today he had a special mission. His mum had sent Justin to wander around Mafia lands, to get the whole leader scoop of what was going on, since their leaders had disappeared. To see where the Mafia heir was. If they saw Justin and asked for information, or took pity on him, his instructions were simple: play dumb and ask for food. Hopefully, they would give him enough to carry back to his main den. Pretend to eat, but savor the food for his mum- who was in greater need than he was. He didn't want his mummy to die; he loved her with all his help. He loved her so, she was the center of Justin's world at the time. As were the sick siblings. Oh, it brought emotional weakness to Justin as his tiny body and large paws rumbled through the woods on-towards the Bradshaw mansion.

As he stumbled through, many musty, large canine dog scents filled his small nostrils just learning to pick up scents. He shook his delicate pelt, almost falling over. He was small, but he had a heart of gold. If that didn't weigh him down, it would be his charming looks, but ignorant mind. Justin gave a small woof out in the open, jumping up onto the last step. He paused. It seemed...deserted. No, there must be some kind of life here? The smells were fresh, and his heart was determined. "Hello? Is anyone there?" he yipped loudly, trying to yell but it came out dry and cracked. He coughed, shaking his head. Was his sister's sickness getting to him, too?



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Please someone join. cx we don't have enough open threads. plus, baby Justin is just too coot <33

[BluePlaid]

The lassie woke up to her chest heaving slowly, curled tightly in a ball on a torn up, filthy cushion in a corner. Whatever kind of dream the female just had,she couldn't recall, not like she wanted to anyway, though. A cold winter draft brushed though the door. It's been two months since Sia ran away from Flutter and Malo. She couldn't handle it. Malo's lies were too much,too obvious. She felt bad for the gullible Flutter, and knew she would feel even worse when she ran away. It was the,though, because before Fuchsi left, she gave small hints that everything was Malo's fault. Fuchsia really did loathe that dark ad disgusting soul. He was too much. Not only that, but her brother was in obvious love with their sister, and their sister was attached to Malo. Of course, Fuchsia knew she was messed up too. She knew she acted like a boy, she knew she would never be one, she knew she would die alone. Sia also knew she was good a poker faces, good at hiding many of her emotions in a box. She was depressed on the inside. She was scared, hurt, traumatized. Happiness is a rare emotion, but is easy to imitate.

The female sighed heavily as she stood up and shook off, her perfectly built female body becoming quite obvious then. Sia was about 8 months at the time, and ever since she ran away, she's been surviving on rats, unknown carcasses, and occasionally berries, grass, flowers, and fruit. Now that it was winter, everything was harder to catch, staving the lass. Fuchsia was fine, though. Her light coat with random light shades of grey helped make hunting easier in the snow, allowing her to make easy catches.

The two reasons young Fuchsi was in the Bradshaw mansion was to find shelter, and hopefully find food. If any of the Mafia members found her, Sia would simply whimper, flash out some puppy eyes, and let the rest go on from there. They were so sensitive and weak, this pack. It's both intriguing and erking to Fuchsia why her dad, Mr. Cannibalistic, would be in this pack. The pup froze, hearing and feeling another presence. Hopefully it was a Mafia member. She didn't care if she was murdered or if they gave her food, so Fuchsi trotted towards the noise by the door and froze again. Another pup, she could tell by the voice. Peeking out from behind a wall, Fuchsia checked over his body. He looked like an Australian shepherd, maybe a mix. He was about Fuchsias height, maybe she was a inch taller. Taking a brave deep breath, Sia puffed out her chest and strutted toward the other like a male. She paused and sat down two yard away,and in her regular girl voice, which we hated how it sound, Sia gave a little half smile If you like company, I'm here. The name's Fuchsia... You?"

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[Tundra ?]

The small puppy stumbled about, at only a month and a half old, Justin was young considering he was mainly around the older dogs and socialized with them. His small, in training nose quickly caught a scent, and Justin lifted his body immediately into an alert, dominant position. He was still young, but the first few weeks of Justin's life he learned his basic things, and his position as their pack leader. Justin always submitted to his mother, however now he was growing more, and realized that his mother was weak- he had tons of pity and love for his mother, bunches and he wanted to help and protect her. Justin was given more and more responsibility as the weeks went on, and Justin was scared. He didn't want to fail his mother, and yet he felt that somehow he was given too much to work with. After all, he was only a month old.


Justin stepped inside the large french doors, opened wide for visitors of all shapes and sizes. The scent grew stronger, and soon, the faint click of oxyn nails on the floor, the sound growing louder and louder, until Justin's new blue eyes took in the sight of a larger puppy, probably older than he was, much older by the looks of it. She had a black mask, probably Shepherd mixed in there somewhere, and her tan and golden color reminded Justin of a husky perhaps. The faint markings where there as well; for husky. Justin used his eyes and nose at the same time, his eyes he found were more reliable than his nose at this point. Justin took her image in, locked it, and would probably remember her face for a while. Just because Justin was a boy, a little boy at that, didn't mean he was unable of mature things. Justin's eyes were matured, just.. not really everything else.

Justin looked up, processed the lady's words and paused, puppy eyed her as he looked up at the bigger girl. Something wasn't right..something about her smelled funny.. the merle son of Justin paused, looking about her one more time. His eyes a little shifty, he hadn't exactly planned this far.."Oh, hello. Fuchsia.I haven't heard that name before. My name's Justin." he puffed his chest out as far as his puppy body would let him, alert and dominant form held high and finished, "I'm named after my daddy." he finished with a certain swagger, cocky mood, he coul feel it coming on fast. Justin lowered his tail, to try and regain his balanced, calm assertiveness with his mood before he was threatened by the older puppy. She seemed happy, so maybe she was glad to see him. Justin was still very niave, and yet he still had a funny feeling about that she was hiding something else. Hiding something? Did he even know what that meant? Apparantly so. He was carring about duties for his mom at a month old, anyhow. Just shook his beautifully colored coat, coughing a little bit more. "So, do you live here, Fuchsia?"



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[BluePlaid]

The husky mix raised a brow and looked down curiously at Justin. He was smaller than she assumed he was. His voice was much like a pup, and he was still weak. Trying not to roll her honey colored eyes, Fuchsia shook her head slowly at the daddy comment and stood up with a sense of swagger, slightly puffing out her chest and grinning coolly, "Aw, well isn't that great! How creative," she spoke sarcastically, swaying her tail rhythmically back and forth. "Are you daddy's little boy?" Sia asked in a mocking tone. There was a slight smirk on her face as she looked down at the poor kid, her brows raised slightly. When the young lad shook and coughed, Fuchsia looked around and slowly walked to a small, old, coffee table. With an easy hop, Fusch got onto it and carefully lifted one paw with curiosity, peeking her ears at the younger one. "Are you sick? I know everything about sickness. My mama taught me! Like how with hazel reduces swelling and relieves body aches and pains!" Fuchsia nodded proudly, not realizing she had done almost exactly what Justin had done. She hopped down and trotted over to the cushion where she was before, slowly and politely taking a seat, straightening her posture and her pride.

"Oh and to answer your question from before, no, I do not live here. I live anywhere I want. Im kind of a rogue. What about you, Justin? Where do you live?" To Fuchsia, saying the lad' s name was new for her. She never really called any of her friends by their real name. Even though she's never had any friends, and of course, Sia wasn't considering Justin one. He seemed...different to her. Not like the rest. Intriguing. The vixen looked down and gently closed her eyes, flattening her ears against her head, and curling her tail over her paws, still sitting, and began to think about all of the possibilities and outcomes if she proceeded to continue to talk to this lad. He seemed weak and innocent. His voice and size definitely said that he was way younger than her. He appeared to be a little lower than her shoulders. So he couldn't hurt Fuchsi in any way, and she could hurt him easily. Probably both mentally and physically. He didn't seem like the all-bark type, so to Fuchsia, he seemed pretty useless. The vixen slowly began to thump her tail softly and steadily over her paws , thinking even deeper. He appeared to be an Australian shepherd mix, possibly with a German shepherd, and maybe a husky? Fuchsia opened her eyes softly, keeping her ears pinned and tail thumping. Her honey eyes scanned over Justin's coat, nodding in approval and closing her eyes again, proceeding to think.

The kid's coat was full of color, and was absolutely beautiful. Sia wished her coat was like that of an Aussie. Instead she was just a plain, easily determined breed, with a boring fur pigment. Fuchsia did agree that she was way more interesting than any other girl, any other female, any other X chromosome. She didn't care about her looks, or what others thought. She could easily read most others. This one, though. This one pup, just a couple months younger than her, was hard to read. He would have to take some time to figure out. His information might be good for the future. Opening her eyes, and perking hee ears, Fuchsia gave another fake smile and spoke heavenly So... do you like stuff?

[Tundra ?]

Justin watched with interest as the older female puppy made funny facial expression, creative eye movements that intrigued him. He was soaking up everything right about now, his qualities of what he learned would lead him on into his older life, so he was just a little sponge for information and stuff of what the 'older kids' did. of course his mother and siblings were his main interest and information mat as of right now, his mother would probably always be his main source. He tried to chuckle, but as a small puppy it sounded more like a deep giggle. He coughed again, then shook his pelt and eyed the larger puppy. She had some similar qualities to Justin, of course his mother always told him he was unique, he had his father's body and his mother's colors, it was a delicate beauty pageant coming together to create a beautiful child. He tilted his head, confused by the female's sarcasm. of course he knew what it was, he just wasn't exactly real mature on using it quite yet. "Um..uh.. no. I don't even know my dad. He was lost when I was born." he wasn't keen on emotions either, so he didn't tear up or whimper when it came across his mind, it was a very plain fact to him. Maybe when he matured and got bigger it would hit him; his father disappeared when he was born- and so did the Mafia. It was plain and confusing right now, his little puppy brain could only hold and understand so much information.

"Are you sick?"-- that was the only thing that caught Justin's attention between her mother taught her and the pride that he could see swelled in her immediately. Justin's brain actually caught onto this. Logic. It didn't make sense. Sarcasm for his name, and yet, her momma taught her about healing and sickness and he could sense her pride in it. He smiled a sly smile that the puppy could manage, and let out his new sarcastic comment back; "Oh really? My sister is sick. Your momma teach you, huh? You a momma's girl too?" he managed without smiling the whole time. Yes, in fact he believed he was catching something faint. Very faint, very faint. He didn't want to return to his mother and sisters empty handed, that would just disappoint- right? What if Fuchi could heal his sisters? She wouldn't be upset at that, would she? Justin didn't want to take his chances, so instead of nodding, he shook his head to answer her question. His sisters were sick thought... even if she could help, what about Vegas, his mother? How would she be?

"I can't. I am searching for food for my mother.." he mumbled in his very determined puppy voice, he tried to go deeper than what he already was, but it just sounded squeaky and made him cough again. He didn't want to be evaluated for sickness, he knew it was very little and he was on a mission.
"I live a few miles from here in a den, it's very nice. I live with my sisters and mum." he nodded at her living place, a rogue. he mentally added that to his new memory bank. Justin cocked his head at her next question, as he watched her move around and do interesting things, slipping and jumping from place to place. She seemed happy and eager of herself, no shyness located on her anywhere. No fear. Justin just sat calmly on his haunches waiting for her to give him some attention from her eyes. He was a small little thing, large in spirit and strong minded, but physically small. The little gears turned and twisted with information and memories that he had; very large. He shook his coat once more, lifted his back paw to itch this itchy sensation in his ear then relaxed.

"I do like things. Stuff? Like what?" he asked curiously.




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Wittle baby Justin <3