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05-22-2017, 07:58 PM
“Aye.” He responded with a sort of tired amusement as the black male approached him, a small ghost of a smile on his face as the considerably larger male paced up beside him. Chaos was what Isis would have no doubt called “A bad influence”, but what she would or wouldn’t have thought really didn’t matter because after all that bitch had taken his pups and abandoned him. He noted that Chaos was almost an antithesis to Orsus, the man who had made him his beta after a single brief meeting. He supposed there was value in the morals Orsus upheld; to be kind and peaceful and fart rainbows and eat flowers, but that damned man had walked himself off a cliff and into the ocean. He didn’t have to mend his nature for Chaos, and didn’t need to act like a dainty lamb for females, he could return to his old ways as a rouge and to hell with the consequences.
"Getting out and about again?" Chaos asked, earning a smirk from the older male.
“A’ve ‘ad enouh broodin’.” He said. “Time tae get oof mah duff ‘n rejoin society.” Chaos didn’t seem to mind his accent, which had been something he had come to hope for when interreacting with other wolves. What he had come to dread was the reaction he had received at the Rapids, being written off as some incoherent moron and chased away. Artemis and Valdis had helped his confidence somewhat, even if they didn’t know it. Having the solidarity of being his packmates had made communicating easier and he found that he was able to do more than grunt and mumble when around The Crew. |
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