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Generals Gathered In Their Masses

Raid Meeting! Sep 13th Deadline



Diablo

Loner

Expert Fighter (191)

Expert Intellectual (137)

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
51
size
Extra large
build
Balanced
posts
107
player
Dragon Mod

OverachieverLoserUnderachieverCritical Fail!Samhain 2022Statue 5 Worship
09-12-2023, 09:47 PM


He was determined to win one. Fucking. Raid! He'd been practicing (and failing) and he was getting fed up! Why the fuck was he so bad at this shit? He kicked a broken bottle out of his way as he was leaving his room, ears pinning as it smashed against the opposite wall. He winced when he placed his paw back on the ground, lifting it again, and noticed a cut that ran the length of his paw. Great. It was just his luck, wasn't it? And then suddenly, Jack was calling the pack together for another raid. "Fuck me..." He muttered under his breath. He had half a mind to ignore the call, but then again...would he be considered even more of a failure? A coward even if he didn't go to this raid? He had failed in two already...third time was the charm, right? Heavily sighing, he figured he ought to go. After all, Rivin might beat his ass for disrespecting Calico Jack. Last he saw, the pair seemed awfully close lately. "Tch..." He considered his options for another moment, and ultimately decided he might as well.

The yearling made his way to the meeting to find a sizeable group there. He had beaten his father there, but Rivin was already seated. He decided then, to go sit next to her. And when he took his seat, he sulked. Ears flat to his skull, head low, shoulders hunched...he was not in a good mood and he made it clear.


"Speak"