I have seven brothers, every one likes the forest All carnivores, just one eats grass that grows fast One named after the sun, he's one of the smallest The apex predator is by far the tallest Brown ones grow large before it fall is Asian, American makes six, last need glasses on the basic Here a gift, the answer is an animal I've been mixed up with

I bend, I break, I stumble, I strive, But somehow I’m still here, alive. Through storm and struggle, I stay alive, What am I doing when I refuse to die?

With dusty fingers I tell my tales, Of numbers, letters, ships, and whales. I’m full of scribbles, then suddenly bare, A little swipe sends them into the air! What am I?

I can brighten without the sun, or darken without a cloud.

Though I am also drinking blood, I don't live in a castle like my fancy cousin. Goat's in my name, and goats are my bae. Humans debate whether I exist, and I hide until the night when I suck their livestock dry. I'm still a champion in hide-and-seek; nobody knows my face, and the day I finally die, skeptics call me a dog with mange.