Hope For a Better Day

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Still traveling, of course. Planning out his life and writing an agenda in his head. Join a pack, meet a lot of wolves, become the bad ass of Alacritia. Perfect. How all of that would happen...he didn't know. Honestly the man didn't have time to become buddies with every single pathetic soul in the area. Most of them were lovely little butterflies, fluttering about and looking for attention. And he hated those kind. And would never befriend them. Ever. The other brutal, violent ones like him...maybe. It all depended on the character. --- It was quite a relief he had arrived at some place with water. It was a hot day indeed, and his throat was pretty dry. The man, oblivious to Dayton, approached the side of the thin stream and stared over the edge, casting his gaze to the water and lowering his maw to drink casually.

(( yes, it's short and pretty lame. but this is a spree, right?)) .