And I wouldn't like to know you

Conor Soul · 10-31-2010, 03:44 PM

[html]

Private, 300+

It was a shot in the dark, but it would be foolish not to try. Layla’s words about the wolfen female that had saved the Dahlian’s life never strayed far from the young Alpha’s mind, and he figured he might as well build further on that bridge. If it couldn’t be repaired, you had to stand it, but he fiercely believed in the possibility of stable peace between Dahlia de Mai and the coyote clan. He remained cautious though, for he knew very well that it would not be safe to approach the clan’s borders regardless the errand. Was Bris still haunted by the red eyed hybrid?

Thoughts about the pale woman brought forth deep unhappiness within him. Most of all he wanted to draw clawed nails down through his face, but it was no use. The man knew that what had happened had been a mistake, and this only proved how ultimately he had managed to ruin things. His heart was flailing and he often fled from the pack lands these days and into the unclaimed territories. Freshly marked borders had revealed that there was a new pack around, but he had yet to seek out a member to fish up any information on it. He added it to his mental to-do list.

Halifax’s towering buildings hovered over him as he trotted relentlessly about in utter solitude. A hand rested on the bag he usually brought with him in the case of an emergency. It could easily obtain other object as well. Instead of scavenging the stores that already had been visited by canines, Conor made his way through various, empty apartments and brought with whatever he found of objects that could be of use. When finding two bottles of vodka he did not hesitate taking them straight away. He was not normally a drinker, but it could definitely help calm his nerves. It was a shame that he did not have any contacts so that he could obtain some proper joints. He could really have needed some.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?