09-17-2018, 05:51 PM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 350px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"] The arid air of the desert was something the German had forced himself to get used to within the past day or two, already missing the cold, snowy climate of Germany. The blond wasn’t particularly interested in living in a stifling hot by day then colder than a yeti’s ballsack by night type of location, but. . . It was. . . An ideal place to hide out from the other groaning, volatile mafia bosses constantly crawling up his ass. Wolfram had a gut instinct that they wouldn’t assume him to come here of all place– not saying the lot of them were idiots, but in a way he was insinuating it. Hey, they had all the insults coming at them. First, they disrespected his home, then his best friend and brother by choice, and finally, him. It wouldn’t have been too much of a deal if they made nasty, cruel comments at him. Now, his home? It’s a low blow. Making snide remarks and threatening glares at the one he cared most about? Not on his watch.
And then there was bloodshed. Lots of it.
While Wolfram wasn’t the squeamish type, it didn’t mean he was on board with slaughtering many, many individuals. If only they left him in peace then he wouldn’t have retaliated. If they didn’t stick their noses in his business and riled him up. If only they didn’t go after. . . At the end of the day, they won, he lost, and now he was on their hit list. The lonesome days without his best friend was difficult yet pushed on, knowing he would want Wolf to go on and forget about them. Get a better life. Do something good. . . . He didn’t have the heart to forgive, forget, and move on. The German clutched his anger, grief, and pain with a tight grip, refusing to let go. No, he wanted revenge. The best way to get back was a plan. Not half assed or see-where-it-goes. A fully calculated, thought out plan to get finally wipe them off of this plan.
Cold blue eyes squinted as the morning rays appeared over the horizon, the chill of the night slowly fading away as the Australian kelpie trudged through the ever shifting sands, having catch wind of some group named the Pitt living here. In his opinion, the name was stupid and needed some work, but it wasn’t like some stranger’s view on the name mattered much. Pointed ears twitched as the scarred canine kept a steady pace as keen eyes spotted something in the distance. Lips twitched and nostrils flared as he released a long exhale followed by a dragged out inhale. Yep. Nothing like the smell of piss to mark the border in the morning. It’s great. Lovely.
( Sometimes he wonders when this life of being an animal will end and if he’ll ever be human again. )
"Hallo? Ich heibe Wolfram." Gruff and low was the tone of voice, neither excited nor disappointed– for now.
And then there was bloodshed. Lots of it.
While Wolfram wasn’t the squeamish type, it didn’t mean he was on board with slaughtering many, many individuals. If only they left him in peace then he wouldn’t have retaliated. If they didn’t stick their noses in his business and riled him up. If only they didn’t go after. . . At the end of the day, they won, he lost, and now he was on their hit list. The lonesome days without his best friend was difficult yet pushed on, knowing he would want Wolf to go on and forget about them. Get a better life. Do something good. . . . He didn’t have the heart to forgive, forget, and move on. The German clutched his anger, grief, and pain with a tight grip, refusing to let go. No, he wanted revenge. The best way to get back was a plan. Not half assed or see-where-it-goes. A fully calculated, thought out plan to get finally wipe them off of this plan.
Cold blue eyes squinted as the morning rays appeared over the horizon, the chill of the night slowly fading away as the Australian kelpie trudged through the ever shifting sands, having catch wind of some group named the Pitt living here. In his opinion, the name was stupid and needed some work, but it wasn’t like some stranger’s view on the name mattered much. Pointed ears twitched as the scarred canine kept a steady pace as keen eyes spotted something in the distance. Lips twitched and nostrils flared as he released a long exhale followed by a dragged out inhale. Yep. Nothing like the smell of piss to mark the border in the morning. It’s great. Lovely.
( Sometimes he wonders when this life of being an animal will end and if he’ll ever be human again. )
"Hallo? Ich heibe Wolfram." Gruff and low was the tone of voice, neither excited nor disappointed– for now.
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i'm living in vain, i never promised you a damn thing