Got a bullet in the chamber, And this is gonna hurt .
Word Count → 395 :: Oh HAI THAR!
Owning multiple weapons had it's down sides as well as it ups, for one they took up a vast amount of space, were a safety hazard towards pups and required a near stupid amount of maintenance and cleaning to keep them in working condition; the good side... he had a variety of objects to kill others with. Truthfully though he had never been one to intentionally seek out trouble, nor actively aim towards indulging in the irrationality he found in blood-lust. These days he did little more then live a domesticated life, caring for his family and pack and staying within the safety of his and the white queens borders. Running grey hands along the smooth, cold metal of one of his short swords he placed it down carefully of to the right where all the other cleaned weapons lay, blue eyes dragging reluctantly back to the right and all motivation drained when he saw the remaining ones that needed cleaning. A warrior who hates weapon maintenance is one who wields a rusty sword, a fact he couldn't deny but did little to aid him in working up the motivation to do the time-consuming and mind-numbing task.
Sighing he listened fixated as the sound seemed to echo through the empty chambers and he couldn't help but wonder as to where Alex was when he actually wanted company for once. Wrinkling up his muzzle he grunted, turning sharply on heavy paws and stepping away from the table with the intent to do... something. Exiting his chambers he began to idly waste time walking through the tunnels with little purpose, pausing only when a howl called out summoning one of authority from within, although not the intended distraction he had in mine the Angelo waved Beyaz to follow, the white crow making quick work onto his masters shoulder.
Crow and wolf emerged above ground, making a direct line towards the direction of the caller; from his distance he may or may not be the first to arrive, but eventually he'd get there. When he did he sighted two women, neither leaving too much of an impression of him from an initial glance, although further inquiry would tell more then what he could only see. “You called” it was a statement rather then a question, “I'm Alaki, the Angelo of these lands. What can I do for you?”
Keep your secrets in the shadows and you'll be sorry
Table by the Mentors!
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