A second attempt is underway... not being made by the original creator... but instead... by his youngest son...

Nearly perfect his creations were. Looks, Health, Strength, Intelligence, Life Span, and the ability to fly... all rolled into a neat, attractive package.

Loved, and adored as pups, there were raised in a family environment... even their un-nerving (seemingly) red eyes couldn't throw off the love and affection of those around them... the eyes were not truely red.. it was mearly an over-sight in their genetic engineering. Quite simply, they had no eye color, and thus it was simply the color of blood that showed through.

However, as they matured, it became slowly, and heart-breakingly obvious that something far more serious had been over looked than meer eye color...

Temperment. Special consideration in the pups' temperments had not been taken... and there over-sensative nature as highly developed creatures was leading them down... becoming bitter, cold, and withdrawn, they were prone to emotional outbursts, and even fits of rage if properly provoked... it seemed that even insanity was not too far fetched an idea for the poor pups... and finding themselves unable to handle them, the young scientist and his family gave them up, to, hopefully, better homes, since only the strongest, most understanding guardian, would dare adopt.

And they were Litter #18.