01-30-2017, 12:23 AM
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[div style=" width: 460px; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%; font-family: verdana;"][color=black] Obligations had gotten Fenrir awake this morning. Sure as hell not the weather and definitely not some other irrelevant fiend out here. Albeit, that had happened before. Many times.
Making his way through the Badlands, Fenrir seem to be in better mood than usual; at least. Not ready to cut open throats just from someone asking if he had something to spare. He had to walk the stupid dog, the gruff whining not gone ignored by the man. There was a time when he was able to send Dog out on his own for exercise and bathroom purposes. He'd learned the hard way that it wasn't a good choice. having to pry some fugly starving skank off his dog. The woman had been literally trying to eat him, and ended up loosing her left eye and all of her belongings in Fenrirs rath. Now, devastatingly. Fenrir had to walk the damn thing every morning. He hadn't even bothered to bring the leash this time--just walking and making the mutt chase his heels. He didn't mind completely. It was colder today, which he enjoyed, not to mention he usually got to catch a fight or two during the early hours. Interesting enough to get him more awake.
Speaking of which, in his periferal, he had caught a gathering. Only a few scragglers and a bit of familiar faces were present. But it was enough to catch his penchants, a low whistle to draw dogs attention as he walked over. Covering his yawn with a balled up fist, Fenrir came to stand next to Sel. Eyeing her momentarily before parting his lips.
"What's going on over here?"
[div style=" width: 460px; text-align: justify; line-height: 110%; font-family: verdana;"][color=black] Obligations had gotten Fenrir awake this morning. Sure as hell not the weather and definitely not some other irrelevant fiend out here. Albeit, that had happened before. Many times.
Making his way through the Badlands, Fenrir seem to be in better mood than usual; at least. Not ready to cut open throats just from someone asking if he had something to spare. He had to walk the stupid dog, the gruff whining not gone ignored by the man. There was a time when he was able to send Dog out on his own for exercise and bathroom purposes. He'd learned the hard way that it wasn't a good choice. having to pry some fugly starving skank off his dog. The woman had been literally trying to eat him, and ended up loosing her left eye and all of her belongings in Fenrirs rath. Now, devastatingly. Fenrir had to walk the damn thing every morning. He hadn't even bothered to bring the leash this time--just walking and making the mutt chase his heels. He didn't mind completely. It was colder today, which he enjoyed, not to mention he usually got to catch a fight or two during the early hours. Interesting enough to get him more awake.
Speaking of which, in his periferal, he had caught a gathering. Only a few scragglers and a bit of familiar faces were present. But it was enough to catch his penchants, a low whistle to draw dogs attention as he walked over. Covering his yawn with a balled up fist, Fenrir came to stand next to Sel. Eyeing her momentarily before parting his lips.
"What's going on over here?"
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[i] weapons expert - pet rott - ic opinions