[M] Sinning Makes Me Smile

Giuseppe Trovato · 04-03-2011, 06:48 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: mild/strong language from the 1st post. Reader discretion is advised.

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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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Alaki · 04-04-2011, 12:30 PM

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Haha, this shall be interesting...

Life for the young Dasa seemed to be exiting the storm and heading towards smooth sailing, he knew things may not remain calm for long, but he was enjoy the quiet days he’d been having recently. Things with Selene were looking up, much to his surprise. He wasn’t sure on exactly what their relationship was at the time, but there was one and that’s all that mattered to him and as an added bonus, he hadn’t picked a fight or debated killing someone… atleast this week.

Beneath his feet, he could feel a few small scattered stones, which wasn’t all that surprising. The main tunnels of which the pack used, had been cleared of small stones from day-to-day use, but the tunnel he headed down was seemingly hardly used. Blue eyes scanned his surroundings, but provided him with no insight to where in the tunnel he was, for all that he saw was endless darkness. Yet, he continued onwards, confident in his knowledge of the tunnels.

His ear twitched, picking up the sound of voices that travelled through out the caves. It was probably some time in the evening he guessed; after spending so much time underground, his sense of time had greatly improved.. that and the distant sound of laughter and chatter indicated the time. Evening time seemed to be where others gathered to chat, meet up, giggle like a bunch of fools and make a lot of unnecessary noise. Thankfully, making merry and being nice weren’t his thing; for he’d hate to look and play the fool so many seem willing to do.

Another bout of distant laughter echoed it’s way up the tunnel, only strengthening his opinion on night-time festivities, or at least, some of them. Idle conversation, unless in the form of bullying another, was pointless and a waste of good time and should be reduced to a minimum in the young male’s opinion.

Down the narrow tunnel, familiar scents of other pack members lingered, comforting him in a way that said ‘you’re home and safe’. His feet tracked the invisible path that lay ahead of him, only the map within his mind to lead his way; lights, in any form were a waste of resource, another opinion in which he strongly believed in. If you could learn you way around and make do without, why waste resources. It seemed so lazy, as if it was the easy way out.

Turning, he headed towards his direction; the personal rooms of the pack. In particular Selene’s. He’d stop by and see if Selene was in her room, if she was, he’s stop there for the night. If not, he’d find her then stop at hers for the night. Conclusion, spend the night with Selene, a slap happy grin spread to his face, hidden by the surrounding darkness.

He was still a distance from his desired destination, the tunnel had been gradually widening until in the distance he saw a flicker of light. As he approached closer, he noted the smell of burning wood and a shadow falling upon the rocky walls. Coming to a halt, he tested the scents again to identify the person; without a doubt the person ahead was pack, but not someone he knew.

His head titled to the side as he considered what to do; whether to change his path or continue and encounter the stranger. Stubborn pride kicked in and he continued forward, making no attempt to hide his approach. After a few moments of silent walking, he emerged into a light area, where a burning fire and a lone male sat.

Normally, one would say something in such a situation. Instead, he choose to simply raise a questioning eyebrow at the male before him, noting the bottle smelling suspiciously like alcohol.

Great, a lost drunk.

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Giuseppe Trovato · 04-10-2011, 05:51 PM

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The fire was warm against his skin and the vodka cool against his tongue he quickly swallowed another large gulp. It burned his throat as he swallowed but he didn't care as long as it made its way down. It full out sucked balls to be stuck in this fucking cave. All they did all day long was wander around the territory, munch on some meat, chit chat and start all over again. Life in a pack was boring but what else was there in this part of the world? He had seen some loners around Halifax in his short time there but at least in a pack there were others to take care of him. As a loner you would have to wander around in search of your own food and crash where you could. The half breed would much rather laze about, drink himself silly, lend a hand every now and then to the idiots and then get laid.

A familiar scent lingered down the cave. It was the smell of a male he had seen around the pack lands, he had obviously been around much longer than he or Matteo had been living here for. The footsteps echoed as the stranger approached but Giuseppe waited for him to say the first word, that is until the steps stopped and a pair of gray feet stared him in the face. Annoyed the brown splotched male let his deep colored eyes move up to meet the man before him. “You have two choices,” he began to explain in his thick Italian accent, “You can sit your ass down and have a drink or you can get your overly hairy legs out of my face.” Taking another drink of his vodka Giuseppe smirked slightly up at the male. This was his idea of being pleasant.

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Alaki · 04-17-2011, 12:06 PM

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His head fell back, long, smooth strands of black hair swayed and fell with the movement and then he chuckled; the sound deep and full of genuine humour. “Well ain’t you a right charmer” he countered, his arms coming up to cross across his chest, blue eyes peering down at the male; hard and cold, as they always were. He could not remember who had said it, but he’d been told that eyes often showed a canine’s emotions; but his had always been devoid. Jay had suggested that since he never liked sharing himself with others, his eyes stopped showing emotion. At the time, it had sounded ridiculous and well, still did.

One thing he was certain of, was the he did not tolerate another telling him what to do; especially one of a lower rank, not that he cared much for his standing within the pack, but he was above the male and would use it against him if need be. But for now, he settled on a simple show of defiance; he remained exactly where he was, whilst mimicking the smirk he’d seen upon the others face.

“I’d say yours were just as hairy as mine, dog” he cared little about the other’s heritage, he was simply stating a fact. Now satisfied he’d made his point and he’d stopped being petty, he manoeuvred around the fire, keeping a comfortable distance between himself and the hybrid. He moved until he was next to a wall, of which he then gently leant against, taking the weight off his legs and using the wall as support. There was enough distance between himself and the other, so that the hybrid was no longer within his personal space and he believed himself to be out of the others, but was close enough to maintain a conversation, if one was to take place.

Normally, he would have walked on, continued on his way and left the drunk to himself, he had plans for the evening that were much more entertaining than keeping a miserable drunk company. But the tone of voice and choice of words the stranger had used irritated him, resulting in his vaguely pleasant mood changing into a sour one.

Since the hybrid wanted to be an arse, he would join him. If this hybrid wanted to pick a fight with him, he was game.

Giuseppe Trovato · 04-22-2011, 08:41 PM

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Chuckling slightly the hybrid added to the gray wolfs hairy comment. It appeared that this male was stupider than he thought. Stupider or blinder. Giuseppe, being a short haired canine, had much shorter hair all over his body compared to the larger wolf before him but it was best not to drag the conversation on. Instead he brought the bottle to his lips once more and watched impatiently as the male decided to stay awhile longer. Why was it that canines in Canada believed that everyone wanted to be buddy buddy? Shifting a few extra inches away he looked at him with accusing eyes.

Searching in his bag he grumbled, “Don't underestimate me wolf. I can charm the pants off of any canine who has the need.” Pulling out a bottle of rum with one hand and a bottle of vodka with the other the hybrid placed both in the space between himself and his new leech. Maybe if he got him drunk he could sneak away and get some peace and quiet before dark. Deciding it would be best to be on a somewhat good behavior Giuseppe spoke once more, this time an introduction, “Name's Giuseppe Trovato. How long have you been living in this maze?” The caves certainly would take some time to get use to. The ones closest to the rooms he had figured out already but there were many caves on the mountain itself that needed to be explored before he would be satisfied.

It seemed that the more wolves you knew around here the more you could get back from them. Already he had found a male that was willing to have sex with him, and a female who would help him map out these god forsaken cave systems. Maybe this pain in his ass could be useful to him one day too if he could just pinpoint what he was good at and how he could use it to his advantage.

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Alaki · 04-23-2011, 12:10 AM

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Staring down at the dog hybrid, he watched silently as the other chuckled and continued to drown himself in booze. The smell of the liquid was fowl, it's stench filling the air and irritating his nose. Disgusting.. he shook his head slightly in disapproval. The Dasa could not stop himself from scowling at the hybrid, for he himself did not drink and did not approve all that much at those who did. Alcohol in any form, was a way to escape reality and weakens ones senses, only a fool or a coward would touch the stuff in his opinion.

At the others words, his lips curled up into a smirk, in which he followed up by an obvious once-over of his drunken companion; blue eyes taking in the others mixed heritage form, before his eyes eventually fell upon the male's.“I’ve done better”. His words held a slight ring of truth to them; he had slept with J’Adore and the satisfaction he’d gotten out of humiliating the other was immense… as for comparing the two’s appearance, they were about the same; rotten, brown drunks. “But you are welcome to amuse me, Giuseppe, and attempt to charm me out of my pants. Go right ahead, I’m not stopping you” he taunted the hybrid.

Blue eyes narrowed and peered down at the other, daring him to try, to rise to the bait. “As for your personal inquiry, why would it be any of your concern how long I’ve been underground?” he spat out. One of his few pet hates were strangers trying to pry personal information out of him, as if they were entitled to know about his life. It disgusted him, the need others seemed to have to know so much about him.

Information was a powerful thing, and he did not like giving others power over him. Knowing where someone lives, their hobbies, who the hang out with; such trivial things can turn someone into easy prey, it makes their actions predictable, it makes them vulnerable. Looking upon the other, it seemed as if the dog hybrid had ‘shady character’ tattooed on his forehead.

It amazed him that the hybrid had been allowed into the pack.

Giuseppe Trovato · 04-23-2011, 12:54 AM

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This wolf seemed to have something stuck up his ass. That or he was just born fucked up in the brain. No matter how the hybrid tried to socialize with this male, who for god knows what reason decided to stick around and bug the shit out of him, it lead to the gray wolf replying with some stupid insult. Was it pack wide 'Piss of Giuseppe Day' or what? Glaring at the male he shot back at him, “I don't go after arrogant assholes. They tend to have smaller penises.” Shifting his body even further away from the other he grumbled. If this guy was going to come after him it would be better to be as far away as possible.

Kicking a stone against the wall he began to wonder what Matteo was doing. Maybe he was playing with those dumb beads again. It was stupid to waste your time with such pointless things. It was to bad the albino took after their mother in personality. Glancing back tot he male he added a little quieter, “You know it's rude not to introduce yourself when someone else tells you their name.” It amazed the hybrid that a pack member could be so outright rude to another. If he had met this large empty headed douche out in Italy he would have had him on a hit already and he would be dead and disposed of in a couple of days tops. Giving one more attempt at being civil he urged the male into being reasonable, “Relax man, I was just trying to make conversation. I've only arrived here about a week before the storm. Came over from Italy.” If the gray male had been confused about his thick accent he wouldn't be now. It amazed the hybrid that someone so dumb and rude could get into a pack.

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Alaki · 05-02-2011, 06:22 PM

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Tutting at the other, he shook his head from side to side in a disapproving manner. “I merely stated a fact, and if anyone is arrogant it would be you with your boast that you could … what was it? ‘charm the pants off any canine’.” He mimicked the others voice slightly as he repeated the hybrids words, “I was simply offering you a chance to prove that you weren’t nothing but a drunken fool, whom was running his mouth.” Shrugging his shoulders, he looked upon the other, disappointment written across his face.

It had been awhile since he’d had a good laugh, and no doubt seeing the brown hybrid attempt to charm him would have amused the Dasa to no end. “But apparently, that’s all you amount to”. Sadly, it seemed the chances of the drunken hybrid rising to the bait were low, and so he did not get his hopes up for a free show.

A dark, pierced ear twitched at the mention of manners and he had to stop himself before he laughed; oh, how many times have others commented on my lack of manners and rude approach. Personally, he did not believe that he was ever in the wrong, it was just bad luck that he encountered so many canines who liked to look down their noses at others and nit pick on such a trivial matter.

Interestingly enough, the miserable fucker seemed more than willing to talk about himself. Listening, he made a note of the seemingly pointless information, encase it could have a later use. It surprised him that he had yet to encounter the hybrid even though the bastard had been sulking around Anathema for so long.

“Hrmmm, so you’re a Zapar then? And yet you run your mouth of to someone of a higher rank than you. You’re either brave or a fool, personally, I’d bet on the latter.”

Shrugging once more; for he actually cared little about the other’s show of disrespect, he contemplated answering the other. “Name’s Alaki”. The Dasa’s self introduction was short and to the point; not giving the other any unnecessary details, but at the same time doing as he was asked.

“Been here for a few months, I come from no set location.” The added information he provided was vague, but he had introduced himself and given the other personal information so the hybrid should have no room to complain.

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