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Lo, another headcanon has hit the blog!
Sypha's memory is genuinely and awfully terrifying.
Before we had writing as a collective species, most things (like information, stories, etc.) were transferred orally. It's also been said that when writing was introduced, our capacity to remember things have gotten noticeably worse since we have things to reference from.
We've seen her mind in passing, but the most notable moment for me was when she found most of a spell to drag Dracula's castle to the Hold. She distinctly said that she could finish the spell, and I have never seen her pick up a pen to write with. She pieced together the remainder in her head.
So as a Speaker who not only reads books but is able to hear of things, don't be surprised if she's able to just... tell you about something you mentioned once about a year ago in near-perfect detail. Because she's insane.
and I answer almost two months later ahaha!
honestly canon though because to carry oral history while knowing multiple languages and all that knowledge. girly is a walking 15th century encyclopedia.
From the same anon who brought you the dog post, comes the completely expected (to me) cat post:
Trevor - Maine Coon
The Maine Coon is characterized as a very rugged and adventurous cat that will stick its nose into just about anything and have a grand old time about it.
Touted as one of the biggest cat breeds, the Maine Coon has a massive build, a long furry coat, and a muscular frame as well as a coat specialized for the weather and the water.
These were proper working cats that did their job well, originating in the Northeast of the US and hunting mice as well as other vermin.
Maine Coons are quite smart, digging things up to look for them and happily playing and going into water, even pursuing their owners into the showers sometimes.
They also make a wide variety of noises, but not so much meowing, and they're not even considered that talkative in comparison to other breeds.
One key characteristic of this cat is that they're quite friendly and will get along with just about anyone or any animal. They're quite laid-back about it and they can be, as they dwarf most cats and even some dogs and smaller kids.
This cat is quite independent, but it needs some stimulation and will absolutely demand your attention... no matter what you're doing. This extends to everyone in the vicinity.
It can absolutely be trained, but just know that it will keep you on your toes if it ever gets bored properly. A good play session or a walk outdoors is enough to tucker it out for a nap.
At the end of the day, this cat is quite simple, and if after a long day of work and play it gets to chill by your side? That's enough.
Sypha - Havana Brown
The Speakers would enjoy having this kind of cat around, so I chose this one for our resident one.
Characterized as highly inquisitive, explorative, intelligent, friendly, social, and beautiful, the Havana Brown is a more recent breed, but a beloved one regardless.
They communicate in a wide variety of ways, such as a paw gently tapping you for attention, or a paw pressing into your cheek if that doesn't work.
These cats also have a knack for getting into things they shouldn't be, exhibiting a rather mischievious nature.
The smart thing about it is that it will wait for the opportunity to present itself (someone opening a cabinet) before making its move and getting into it, glasses and plates be damned.
Things will also go missing. Not because of theft, no, but to further investigate them at a later date. Pay no heed to the pile of knick-knacks behind the wardrobe.
These cats can be successfully distracted from burglary with mental games and puzzles that will get this cat's mind going.
If there's something new in the area, you can bet that a Havana Brown will be right there investigating it first, pawing at it and sniffing at it to really get a feel for what it is.
What they live for, however, is company, and a Havana Brown will be happiest when there are fellows around. A content one will be curled up by a fellow pet or dozing in someone's lap.
They thrive on human interaction, constantly following people around, playing with them, or sitting and purring in their laps. They'll also gladly play with other cats and dogs around.
The cat is brilliant, playful, and companionable, but it loves to hang around its favorite people the most.
Alucard - Turkish Angora
For starters, this cat is beautiful. Long, silky fur, delicate frame, and large, expressive eyes make this can one of the more iconic breeds.
However, do not be fooled by it's ethereal appearance. Although it it known to be graceful, elegant, and refined, its frame is compact muscle and it possess a will that will not bend nor break.
It konws what it likes, and you will be operating on it's rules. Pet me here and there, but nowhere else. Hold me like this and only for five minutes at a time. I will sit here whether you want me to or not. You may be one of the pets, but I am the pet, understand?
Can you call it bossy? Yeah. And it will let every single pet and person know who's really in charge.
If you want to find this cat, look up. It will perch on the highest surface you can find, whether to observe its domain or to look down on you specifically, one can't be sure.
However, once you let one in, good luck pulling it off of you. It is loyal to a fault and will promptly insert itself into every facet of your life.
You're doing something? It's watching you to make sure you get it right. You're putting something over there? I'll grab one of them for you and help you. One of the other pets are acting up? Don't worry about it, I'll set them straight.
While it is independent, it needs if not craves attention. You can't leave it alone; it'll walk into another room, but the world will have ended if you left the house without letting it know.
It also teeters towards jealousy over their preferred person if they see that another pet is getting more attention than it.
Boredom spent lamenting may become glasses broken out of sheer pettiness. This, however, can be mitigated by some play time and one-on-one.
The cat holds a multitude of contradictions, but you'll always know for certain that that's your cat.
Additional Headcanons (specific to the trio) -
Biggest: Maine Coon (obviously)
Smallest: Havana Brown (medium build compared to the others' large ones)
Prettiest: Turkish Angora (has won awards)
Cutest: Havana Brown (everyone says so)
Handsomest: Maine Coon (he got a bow on him once, so it stuck)
Eats the Most: Maine Coon (burns the calories and incentivized by food)
Eats the Least: Turkish Angora (but by a small margin)
Steals the Most Food: Havana Brown (voracious appetite)
Most Destructive: Turkish Angora (easily bored, will knock things over intentionally)
Least Destructive: Havana Brown (but not by much, opportunistic and curious)
Clumsiest: Maine Coon (frequently forgets how big he is)
Friendliest: Havana Brown (loves everyone)
Least Friendly: Turkish Angora (give it some time and everyone will love him)
Most Approachable: Maine Coon (chilled out most days)
More Outdoorsy: Maine Coon (goes everywhere he can)
Indoor Cat: Turkish Angora (prefers to be inside)
In Your Walls: Havana Brown (has been found in strange places)
Cleanest: Turkish Angora (grooms daily)
Dirtiest: Maine Coon (gets into everything)
Messiest: Havana Brown (gets into the worst things)
Smartest: Havana Brown (likes mind and food games, learned commands)
Dumbest: Maine Coon (skunks are not to be trifled with)
Choosiest: Turkish Angora (does what he wants)
Most Toys: Turkish Angora (easily bored)
Most Thefts: Havana Brown (easily bored)
Most Treats: Maine Coon (loves to eat)
Most Playful: Maine Coon (through loose thread, all things are possible)
Least Playful: Turkish Angora (time and place, selective)
Most Calculating: Turkish Angora (looks you dead in the eyes before doing something he shouldn't)
Least Calculating: Maine Coon (has almost slipped off of tables before)
Most Inquisitive: Havana Brown (you know the saying about curiosity and the cat)
Clingiest: Turkish Angora (will die without attention)
Cuddliest: Havana Brown (loves it)
Most Independent: Maine Coon (can chill by himself for a bit)
Most Energetic: Maine Coon (every day is a new adventure)
Most Laid-Back: Maine Coon (after every adventure comes naptime)
Most Confident: Turkish Angora (knows he's that cat)
Most Skittish: Turkish Angora (sensitive to loud noises)
Most Curious: Havana Brown (will try new things all the time)
Most Hostile: Havana Brown (once she decides to hate something, it's set in stone)
Best at the Groomers: Turkish Angora (well-behaved, enjoys the blow drier)
Worst at the Groomers: Havana Brown (can do a better job herself, hates the water)
Takes the Longest at the Groomers: Maine Coon (insists on trying to get back into the water, filthy cat, so much fur)
Best with Kids: Maine Coon (more amicable to grabby hands and first-time petting, big enough to weather it)
Worst with Kids: Turkish Angora (needs to take time to get used to the smaller ones)
Kids Love Them: Havana Brown (will perform and play around and enjoy herself)
Most Patient: Maine Coon (surprisingly)
Least Patient: Havana Brown (surprisingly)
Most Stubborn: Turkish Angora (not surprisingly)
Most Well-Behaved: None. They are cats.
Least Well-Behaved: Yes. (Turkish Angora will do it on purpose, Maine Coon will do it on accident, and Havana Brown is quite accident-prone)
Bonus - The Problem With Shelving
There's a new shelf that's been installed recently, and the Havana Brown is all over it. Nothing's been put on it yet, so she has plenty of room to lounge. Before long though, something else catches her eye and she hops back down.
Another perch is always going to be of interest to the Turkish Angora. If there was stuff on it now, it's knocked off to make room; he has an area to survey after all. But first, a self-clean on his favorite countertop in the kitchen.
The Maine Coon nearly slides it off the underlying supports the first few attempts, but he gets it after a few tries. There's a lot of him to shuffle around, and the sun hits this spot perfectly.
This Maine Coon doesn't know when the Havana Brown joined him for his impromptu nap, but he is not bothered enough to do anything about it. The sun's too nice to make a fuss.
He also doesn't know what the Turkish Angora's deal is. He didn't even do anything! The sun's in just the right place and I'll be damned not to take advantage of it.
The Turkish Angora perceives this egregious crime (the fact that another cat, specifically the Maine Coon, is on his new perch) as a great offense and acts accordingly.
A swat here, a poke there. At some point, he even tries to bite the poor guy's tail. Nasty, nasty cat when he's pissed off.
The Havana Brown, on the other hand, will absolutely swat back at him if he dares to try something like that.
She has in the past, and over a cushion next to the fish tank, no less. Granted, it was her perfect size and wouldn't accomodate more, but she could have tried to make it work.
The Maine Coon could tell you the same. One time, he got her just a little wet from the sink, and she nearly ripped out a chunk of his fur.
It was a complete accident, but she didn't want to hear it. And she was the one who cuddled up next to him!
At some point though, the Maine Coon fights back, and the weight and power behind him has the Turkish Angora scrambling away in a panic, ending the tussle for now. The Havana Brown barely stirred.
The resulting stalemate lasts for about two days until the Maine Coon tries to get to that same spot while the Turkish Angora is there.
To no one's surprise, the Coon is sent wall-jumping down with a pissed off Angora right behind him.
This knocks the shelf off its supports and the noise wakes up the Brown who was napping nearby.
In the rapid chase, they also somehow manage to leap up into the Brown's favorite cushion with her still in it, and the resulting three-way scrap makes the initial bout look like play.
The shelf is taken down. The Coon protests quite loudly while it happens, but the Brown is only interested in where it's going.
The Angora sulks on top of the fridge, knowing damn well he shouldn't be there, but doing it any way.
A couple of days later, there is something else where the shelf was: A bookshelf!
Contrary to last time, the Brown is much more interested in the box it came in. The packing peanuts are very fun for her.
The Angora has already perched on the very top of the bookshelf, this time with a blanket to sit on top of. The wood is quite cold.
And the Coon? The Coon is having a valiant fight with the tape stuck to the tip of his tail. He'll get it soon, don't you worry.
At some point, the Angora hops down and starts fussing with the loose paper in the cardboard box, and the other two join in to tear and shred at it until long strips that can be batted and played with remain.
And after all of that, the three cats are in a heap surrounded by their mess, cuddled up in a nice patch of sun.
The Brown is nestled in between them with the Coon curling around her and the Angora on one side and the Angora stretched around the other two on the other side.
The windows were open today, and they were going to take full advantage of it.
Enjoy these if you'd like.
me who’s never had a cat and can’t go into depth about this with you: 🥲
I want them drawn as these specific cats though because maine coon trevor has me in stitches!
A fairly silly headcanon I've been thinking about is the languages that the trio speaks.
It's no surprise to anyone that Sypha could probably speak three of them fluently enough with extent proficiencies in five more. It also wouldn't surprise me if Alucard could speak about the same fluently and have varying proficiencies in perhaps three or four.
But Trevor? The man speaks a specific language! That is, if you can call it a language. When the Belmonts initially relocated to Romania from France, sure they spoke whatever dialect of French they carried with them, but over time, that French would be melded and morphed with the Romanian and soon... you'd have a near-indecipherable bastardization of French-Romanian that is unique only to this family and anyone adjacent to them.
Despite them both being a Romance language, a Romanian is not going to understand French and a Frenchmen is not going to understand Romanian... so neither will understand him.
Now, given the course of his tumultuous life, Trevor mostly speaks the common Romanian speech of Wallachia, but occasionally he'll say something so unintelligible that the resident polyglots will be scratching their heads about it. What does that even mean? they'll ask, but Trevor looks at the both of them like it's supposed to be obvious. It's not.
A fun little game for the nerds is trying to decipher which smushed up amalgamation of words combined in order for that very specific phrase to exist. Usually they're fairly filthy and nasty words parsed into such a specific insult that if they were understood by the one on the receiving end (not them, most of the time), they would try and kill him for it. Occasionally though, they deconstruct the phrase and find a piling heap of rare and fond verbal affections that are promptly delivered in that signature way of his without him batting an eye. Alucard fights the urge to smother him (positively) every time. Sypha has no such inhibitions.
The man has been called many things, but let one of things be creative. (Because "wordsmith" is a bit of a stretch.)
Bonus: The other two dub this particular way of speech of his "Trevor's Cant". They also have a small dictionary. Trevor does not know about it because if he did, he'd die of embarrassment, come back to life, and then burn it.
sorry this took so long to answer!
omg I kinda love that they would’ve make a mesh of languages eventually. I’m not too aware of the linguistic history. and god that’s funny.
More on "The Belmont is too damn specialized" headcanon:
He does have some transferrable skills, but they manifest in rather 'strange' ways.
Those small wooden knives from the first two seasons? He carved those himself! Occasionally, he'll just start absentmindedly carving a stake.
He'll say something along the lines of always being prepared, but it's really because it soothes him and gives him a sense of security.
Could it lean towards more recreational carving? Perhaps.
Another thing? Weapons maintenance! Especially his leather whip. But... that's it.
He was taught how to take care of the weapons before actually using them, including cleaning, dressing, sharpening, and other tasks.
He could maintain other things adjacent to those in theory, but sharpening a kitchen knife with a whetstone and using the same leather dressing for whips on bags is certainly unorthodox.
And then we've got hunting animals. He can't do it. At all. He should be able to in theory, but it never manifests in practice.
Most of the time, the 'animals' are trying to kill him, not the other way around. A deer is not the same thing as a werewolf, and certainly not the same thing as a vampire.
And then we have the things he can't wrap his head around, like: thatching a roof, cooking anything other than basic gruel or meat on a spit, putting up a fence, fixing up anything in the house, washing his clothing well, husbandry, farming, woodworking, metalworking, leatherworking, and the like.
The fact that he survived for as long as he did is a miracle.
I can also imagine that he would be somewhat intrigued by the processes of some of these skills, as some of the ones are highly specialized. However, I feel like every other person should know some basic fixes, but Belmonts are going to be Belmonts about it, I guess.
i laughed for ten straight minutes reading this. trevor's survival has been really just luck and picking up survival tips along the way because people really forget this guy is also a late medieval nobleman. i feel like people really forget that because those people were USELESS. he knows what he's been taught and he's like...basic with everything else.
I'm back. Again. With more.
Modern AU Headcanons, because why not?
Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes
He still lives with his parents, although they aren't around as often due to work and travel. So he's more or less by himself most of the time.
The house itself is on a large piece of land that's fairly isolated. Kind of like how the castle is in canon once it's unable to move again.
The few neighbors around remark as to how odd he is, but this is more of a comment than an insult. He's exceedingly helpful when he's around and can assist, and he's polite and cordial with others.
It's just that occasionally, he's out and about during all sorts of hours that are hardly consistent; he himself is near-oblivious to this opinion, as he's likely just trying something out to do with what he's curious about that day.
He dresses simply, but with intent. Every look is neat, put together, and classy. He will be dead before looking like a slob too, so he is quite clean and tidy. Has a routine with his hair as well.
He has a wide range and variety of hobbies and interests, including: history, etymology, philosophy, pencil sketching, cooking, and board and card games. More are added by exposure and interest piqued.
He'll also read anything he gets his hands on, the pickiness dependent on what's available. The amount of stuff and skills he's picked up from books is almost staggering.
He does a lot more DIY work than not; he'll be damned if someone else does something that he can do perfectly fine himself.
The surprise of seeing the usually prim and proper-looking guy with his hair tied back, in a faded tee, worn (but still sensible) boots, and cargo shorts is not lost on those same neighbors. Neither is the resulting dirt, debris, and grease.
(This capacity is nothing compared to what his father can do, though. Where do you think it came from? And where do you think the tools came from? Good tools aren't cheap.)
A traveler in theory, but a homebody in practice. He prefers being comfortable in his house and around the property. This also means that he doesn't have many friends, if any.
He's used to the solitude, but the loneliness is a newer phenomenon.
He has reading glasses, but often forgets to take them off. If he does remember, they're just hanging around on his head. He should really consider getting something for them.
Graduated early with some degree relating to a science or another. I can see him dual majoring something to do with engineering and literature just to keep things interesting for him.
He'd like teaching, too. Maybe he tutors. Most of his work involves something like that, teaching others.
Trevor Belmont
Even in this AU, he must be orphaned. Apologies in advance.
You know how it went: arsonist went haywire, entire family besides one kid survives by pure stupid luck, and there's no extended family around to take him in. He was left with quite literally nothing. Life is rough.
Currently in some crummy apartment in a shit place and a generally terrible area. At least rent is low. It's tiny, there are leaks, and the furniture is close to dilapidated, but it's home sweet home.
He looks like how his home feels: unkempt, disarrayed, and hardly serviceable. He's also tired, aching, and generally over it as well as everyone. Doesn't have the knowledge or vocabulary to call it for what it is (depression and some form of PTSD), and if he did, he'd think he'd deserve it.
He's hardly home enough to care about the state of it, anyway, as he works the graveyard shift at some stocking job six days a week. We're talking some pretty brutal hours, 10-12, and don't get me started on holidays.
The only things he really has time for are sleeping, eating, and drinking out of miserable boredom. Survives on frozen TV dinners, frozen pizza, and instant ramen.
Despite this, he endures, and some interesting traits pop up if you look for them.
If you ask him to make something, it'll be hopeless, but if you ask him to fix and maintain it, it will be in tip-top condition in five years when it ought to have been useless.
As a result, he's learned to do a lot of things himself out of necessity, a lot of quick fixes and practical solutions.
This "maintenance" goes on to increasing degrees of irrationality however, even when it would be better to buy something new. He's kind of a hoarder, actually. Paranoid of not having something he could need when he needs it.
Occasionally, he'll get off of one of his more gruelling shifts and order a sandwich and a black coffee at a cafe on the way back. That meal is considered a highlight in his week.
Another silver lining is when he occasionally stops by a local animal shelter. When he's not in a terrible state of mind for once, he'll come in and just chill with the animals there. It helps them socialize and it gives him a peace of mind. It's a win-win.
His neighbors are scared to talk to him and he's avoidant enough to not have much conversations besides a nod or a grunt.
His hours of operation are irregular enough to where he hardly sees them anyway.
He also gets into the occasional scrap, typically at a bar. He doesn't usually start them, but he'll most certainly finish them.
When he can't sleep (often) and he doesn't have the money to drink (also often), he just walks around.
He hates a lot of his current state of living, but doesn't really know how to get out of this rut by himself.
Sypha Belnades
Lost her parents at a pretty young age, so she was raised primarily by her grandfather. However, she was also surrounded by an entire host of extended relatives, including uncles, aunts, and cousins.
She has her own place, but is still relatively close to where her grandfather's house is.
They both only settled down in a somewhat permanent place recently, her because of proximity to work and university and him because of age.
The apartment is close enough to what she's doing, and there's a lot of stuff to do, see, and experience, too. She also has two other roommates that she's on really good terms with.
Yeah, she's working through university on a part-time job at a local eatery. It's hard, but she's a tough cookie. The eatery's also kind enough to let her take a meal free of charge at the end of each shift, so it's worth it.
She's going to school for a degree adjacent to some kind of history, shooting for a master's and maybe a PhD, but she could have pursued anything, really. Currently doing her bachelor's.
Has somehow also managed to find the time to not only travel (mostly roadtrips) but also volunteer? She's fucking insane, Your Honor. Completely crazy. Maybe she does this inbetween her master's and applying for PhD down the line instead.
All of this stuff can get to her sometimes, and occasionally, she finds herself spiraling and overwhelmed with all she's taking on. Usually, a conversation with her grandfather can bring her back to the surface.
Speaking of him, if she can't visit her grandfather, she calls him at least once a day if not twice for good mornings and goodnights.
She also inherited a great deal of his music tastes, so she's singing oldies at the top of her lungs in traffic and having a grand old time.
Has a voracious appetite for any sort of knowledge or information and will hunt it down to the point of near-obsession. Maybe she'll work for a library at some point. She should and probably would.
A polyglot. Knows and can speak five languages fluently and two more conversationally. Has studied a few dead(esque) languages for her studies as well.
Life's pretty good for her overall, but she still can't escape the feeling that she's meant to be doing something. It's strange, but present.
If you say I've been thinking about this for a while... you'd be right. Feel free to chew on it.
I’m going to chew on these alright 👀
trevor’s made me so sad 🥲
I feel like not a lot of people (or not enough) discuss just how specialized Trevor is. Anyone can hunt things, but being a monster hunter is a very different thing. This comes with some transferrable skills, yes, but if it isn't monster hunting or anything adjacent to that... he's kind of hopeless.
Like, you can see what I mean. He could maintain his weapons, update the bestiary as it calls for it, and prep himself for a hunt just fine, but anything else? A lost cause. It's like the doctor not knowing how to do the most basic computer task when it comes to troubleshooting, or a lawyer being dumbfounded over an easy fix with something they're putting together.
So imagine with me, a Trevor Belmont that has no idea how farming works.
this made me burst out laughing honestly lmao. yeah he’s really just the master of one thing but like imagine him having to calm down and learn how to farm or build a house or something. idk that’s really funny to me.
Headcanon:
Trevor used to make the occasional joke or pun, but somewhere in between getting to Gresit and the Hold, the other two showed so much adverseness to them that it finally culminated in the "God, you still think you're funny" line, and the man, thoroughly dragged about it, has never made another one since.
This, however, has not stopped Sypha and Alucard from having their own fun, but in their defense, Trevor's jokes were terrible.
you mean this isn't, in fact, canon???
I suppose I have been enabled a bit, so if you would let me share a few headcanons of mine...
I can't help but think of the trio as particular dog breeds:
Trevor - Great Pyrenees
Originated in the Pyrenees Mountains between France and Spain, and raised and bred as guardians and shepard dogs for sheep. Also called the "Patou".
Extremely independent, can be relied upon without human supervision or company to do their job; will protect the flock from opportunistic wolves or other predators.
A dense coat that insulates them well and does well to protect them from bites from wolves or bears; also white enough to provide camoflauge in the snowy mountains.
Nowadays, there are still working dogs that watch flocks, but they're more family dogs that will protect their own... and they absolutely adore their family.
To the point where they will keep them up with their barking at night. There are threats! You never know what could happen!
The Great Pyrenees is also quite calm and gentle when it's not essentially nocturnal... which may seem like an unusual choice at first, but I think that if Treffy was ever allowed to settle out of survival mode, you'd find an interior that wasn't as much soft as it was open.
However, do not mistake this calm for passiveness.
One Pyrenees dog killed eight coyotes that threatened his flock of sheep... the first three within 10 seconds of him charging, and the other five as he left the sheep with his owner and proceeded to systematically hunt the coyotes down over two days.
This dog came back with wounds the owner thought would kill him, but with medical help, he pulled through, got some awards, and is still on the job the last I heard.
So yeah, I think this dog breed fits.
Sypha - Border Collie/Australian Shepard Mix
It was a hard time picking between the two, because both of them fit quite well!
The Australian Shepard is described as loyal, intelligent, active, playful, and protective while the Border Collie is described as highly energetic, affectionate, and is lauded as one of the most intelligent dog breeds to exist ... all of these things perfectly describe her.
Both breeds are also descended from working dogs and have a reputation of being hard-working dogs, and both also have tendencies of 'herding' things that aren't really meant to be herded, like the younger children in some families they're in.
However... heaven forbid that these dogs are bored. They require constant physical and mental stimulation... please give them something to do! They'll go crazy if you don't, even to the point of destroying things, barking constantly, snapping at others, and possibly biting them.
We all watched the final season, she was steadily beginning to unravel just a litte bit with how hopeless everything was. When presented with something she could do... this saved her. Genuinely.
But that aside, these breeds are often mixed and a Border-Aussie... is the best of both of them. Please let the dog outside and play with them, I beg.
They need companionship and stimulation... much like she does, especially after the day is done... being arguably the most talented dog ever is exhausting after all. Cuddles are appropriate.
Alucard - Wolf-Dog
You didn't really think he'd be a fully fledged wolf, did you? Dhampir and wolf-dog just makes sense to me.
Wolf-dogs are more commonly mixed with the German Shepard, Siberian Husky, or the Malamute, but they've been mixed with other breeds as well.
The wolf-dog can be described with one term: high maintenance.
They are distrustful of most people, terrified of most animals, extremely independent of their onwers and their drive to please them, extremely sensitive to their environments (sensory), and they're massive.
In terms of companionship, it is not a want. It is a need. They will self-destruct if they don't have it. Another dog is required lest they go insane. They also can't do enclosed spaces, they need to roam and be free. Desperately craves enough stimulation and enrichment to not lose its mind.
That wild, untamed part of them will never really go away, and that also goes for Alucard's more vampiric nature. This also means it wants to actively hunt, will often escape through most fences by jumping over them, and (ironically) don't travel that well by car. And did I mention the raw meat diet? Yeah, this thing's a carnivore through and through.
Luckily, he was socialized... enough by his parents.
How These Three Would Interact
The Great Pyrenees is like: if it looks like a wolf, smells like a wolf, and acts like a wolf, then it must be a wolf. And wolves are dangerous.
The wolf-dog, on the other hand, is scared and defensive (of a dog three fifths of its size), which means that it's going to feel a need to attack.
Neither of them have actually done anything to the other to provoke action though, so they're just standing at a distance from each other and growling at each other.
The Border-Aussie mix is simultaneously thrilled with the prospect of new potential friends and apprehensive to the near-homicidal energy radiating off of them.
Luckily, her presence doesn't really set the wolf-dog off as much as the Patou does, and they actually hit it off quite well.
They both like interesting games, so keep away with some poor soul's boot will more than suffice with the added challenge of not letting the owner of the boot catch them either.
The Pyrenees watches them both from afar, much too occupied to really engage further... until the mixed dog approaches him.
Very high-energy clashing with a dog that needs his morning nap? It was rough the first few times. But a tuckered out mix that will settle down and cuddle? Finally, something his speed.
The wolf-dog takes a lot less time getting used to the mix as opposed to the mountain dog, but eventually the Padou just... chills out a bit. The wolf-dog hasn't done much besides occasionally be obnoxious by galloping around him, so he's not a threat... much.
Occasionally, one could see three dogs simply walking about, the smallest mix usually up ahead with the Padou hanging back and the wolf-dog passively following along.
This... got long. But hopefully, it'll be appreciated. Or added on to. Whichever suits your fancy.
oh i love how thought out these are! personally i’m not too familiar with dogs and dog breeds but if anyone would like to tack onto this!
When I say interactions... I meant just anything in the inbox. Apologies for being vague about that.
oh! yeah of course. as long as the inbox is open, we’ll take asks 😊
Y'all still taking interactions?
interactions?
i must know if that baby is a boy or girl because my heart says girl.
A SECOND FAMILY PORTRAIT HAS HIT THE CASTLEVANIA TOWERS
Tepes family wip
Castlevania
A piece that I started and just wanted to finish so I can get to other projects.
Happy Friday and stay warm out there.
belmont
