shatter the world - [ joining ]
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los santos. she had heard word of the gang from the mouths of some unlucky victims. she had grown in a farming based group but they were no strangers to violence and often caught themselves in the midst of gang wars. despite this, juno felt it wasn't enough. she wanted something to give her a rush of adrenaline. she itched for a fight. the eighteen year old girl left her home to find the group she had only heard of. she took her horse and a protection dog as well as a few weapons and left. now she was on the hunt.

the mount beneath her moved with steady hoof beats. they would have lulled her if it weren't for the anticipation. the anticipation that tugged at her. she was close, she could tell. sweat clung to the brown and white thoroughbred beneath her as if it was scared to fall onto the hard ground. summer was in full force and the sun was ruthless. juno rode with one hand on the reins and the other resting comfortably around the grip of a 9mm pistol. she wasn't planning to go in anywhere, guns blazing, but she wanted to be safe. you never could be too sure on who was your friend and who was your enemy. she had almost forgotten about the doberman following behind her until it let out a deep bark. juno pulled hard on the reins. "the hell," she muttered, turning the stallion around to face the canine. what could he be barking at? when blue eyes could make out the chain fence decorated in skulls, she couldn't help but grin. "good boy." she cooed and dismounted the steed.

she grabbed a rope from her saddlebag and tied it around the dogs neck and to the bridle of the horse. she didn't trust the black and tan dog too much around strangers. he had a bit of a reputation for being too protective over juno which lead to some aggression. when he was a puppy, he would terrorize the livestock and earned the nickname devil dog from the farmers. this name sort of stuck with juno and she gave him the official name of 'diablo' and he was her pride and joy. she pet the dog between its ears and sipped water from a canteen before grabbing the horse by the reins and walking. the skulls adorning the fence might have warned others to get away, but it fed her need for thrill. her feet carried her now. she was on the edge of the territory with a small smirk playing across her features.
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