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occgoodnessss
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Today was not going very well in the hybrid's mind. The morning had been wasted away, well, sort of. While hiding in the tunnels he had run into a female coyote named Tlantli. It was an encounter that Giuseppe simply hadn't been expecting as he was under the impression that the Anathema members were mostly wolves and he hadn't met anything but. Naturally his first instincts were to try and win the girl over in hopes of some physical fun but she was one of those 'strong' female types, the one's that acted more like a male than a fragile female. If she had been a simple loner he would have taken her right there and then, but luck would have it that Naniko would probably kick him out if he were to abuse a pack member like that. So the grumpy hybrid was left to deal with his own horny needs and deal with the girl as pleasantly as possible.
There had been some good to come of the meeting though. The light colored coyote had become almost a business partner, the only way a female could hang around the darker fiend without coming to harm or being used for his own sick needs. He would use her to get to the top. They would find tunnels and he would use his knowledge of measurement and maps to get Naniko's praise and eventually he would be ruling the joint. The girl was just someone to make the progress faster.
As the evening came that once bright sun, that had caused everyone to walk around with those stupid grins, had disappeared behind the mountain side and the canines of Anathema returned to their home. Much to the Trovato's displeasure so had their good moods and their needs to chitter chatter between each other about how well their day had been. Instead of being caught up in one of their conversational traps the young mind had quickly taken leave, placing a rather large bottle of vodka in his bag before placing the strap over his shoulder and heading back into the caves. Sitting by a fire he stared at the rocky ceiling and watching the reflection of the flames dance as he began to drink.
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