Psychedelic Journey
04-02-2013, 01:14 PM
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A fool. An idiot. That is what he thought of himself as of right now. Even though his brain is partially fried from his psychedelic plants, some intelligence still lurks within his brain. . . somewhere. His thinker just seemed to think a bit slower than most other canines. Tossing his thoughts through his mind carefully, he decided to speak again. Timbre now mimicking a more serious, darker tone. To be honest, I have no idea what a Tortuga is. I have heard nothing of your kind; however, I can offer you what little intelligence I have that still rattles in this fried brain of mine. I can offer to protect you and the rest of your pack until my last breath escapes my lungs in a dying gasp. A fighter, I am. . . Though, I may not appear to be from first glance. A silent, inner sigh crossed the bastard's mind. What lies. Dante knew he would ditch these canines if his life were in danger. Ah, such a selfish brat; spoiled by his lengthy freedom to do as he chose, to put himself before any other creature. Dante had no intentions to serve these wolves, but for them to serve him. Atleast, this is what he envisioned in his mind. To milk this pack dry of what they had to offer and then to vanish. Vanish as if he had never existed. Ah, but what if he decided he liked these creatures? What if he decided to be an honest member of this pack? He could serve them well, of course; however, honesty was not part of this wolf's personality. The cry of whippoorwills broke the silence of the valley. The calls echoed, making it seem as if these creatures were countless in numbers. Stars broke across the now clear night sky. The full moon uncovered its face and illuminated the valley with all its radiance. A wondrous place under the night's brilliance. my actions | my words | my thoughts |
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