08-08-2012, 10:44 PM
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On the subject of his new life in Halifax, Harvey Butler really couldn't complain; he found a comfortable city that reminded him of home, had wandered about and met a few nice and informative individuals, and he'd even been given a place to stay.
Life, so far, was turning out better than he'd hoped.
The red merle aussie dog had first come to Nova Scotia in search of catharsis. For almost a year he'd been involved in ruthless activities, all to gain power. Stealing, lying, cold blood killings... Most were assisted with other members, of course, but he still got his hands dirty often.
A tragic event turned him around, but it, too, had it's side effects. He realized how weak he really was, how anger and greed could make a monster of somebody who used to be loved and cared for. But with that knowledge came his scaring, both physical, and emotional.
Harv had acquired serious anger issues, turning a social, flirtatious Brit into a swearing, violent brute.
Looking back now, the Australian shepherd could only shake his head in shame, degrading himself for what he'd allowed to corrupt him.
New life... That's what he wanted. And though he wasn't a religious man, he could only be blessed to have such as start as he'd had.
He sat up quickly, as he'd been resting on a rusty bus-stop bench, staring at the foggy sky as he recalled the troubles of his past. Harvey stretched some, standing up and running a hand through his coppery locks.
Bi-coloured eyes scanned over the area, more so he could figure out how far he'd wandered off, than for any other reason.
Good, ya know where ya are, ol' boy... He muttered to himself, Now, jus' gotta find me way back. With a nod, the merle luperci started on his way back to his temporary home.
He was farther away than he'd hoped, but it wasn't going to take him all day to get there, thankfully.
On the subject of his new life in Halifax, Harvey Butler really couldn't complain; he found a comfortable city that reminded him of home, had wandered about and met a few nice and informative individuals, and he'd even been given a place to stay.
Life, so far, was turning out better than he'd hoped.
The red merle aussie dog had first come to Nova Scotia in search of catharsis. For almost a year he'd been involved in ruthless activities, all to gain power. Stealing, lying, cold blood killings... Most were assisted with other members, of course, but he still got his hands dirty often.
A tragic event turned him around, but it, too, had it's side effects. He realized how weak he really was, how anger and greed could make a monster of somebody who used to be loved and cared for. But with that knowledge came his scaring, both physical, and emotional.
Harv had acquired serious anger issues, turning a social, flirtatious Brit into a swearing, violent brute.
Looking back now, the Australian shepherd could only shake his head in shame, degrading himself for what he'd allowed to corrupt him.
New life... That's what he wanted. And though he wasn't a religious man, he could only be blessed to have such as start as he'd had.
He sat up quickly, as he'd been resting on a rusty bus-stop bench, staring at the foggy sky as he recalled the troubles of his past. Harvey stretched some, standing up and running a hand through his coppery locks.
Bi-coloured eyes scanned over the area, more so he could figure out how far he'd wandered off, than for any other reason.
Good, ya know where ya are, ol' boy... He muttered to himself, Now, jus' gotta find me way back. With a nod, the merle luperci started on his way back to his temporary home.
He was farther away than he'd hoped, but it wasn't going to take him all day to get there, thankfully.