OOC: Set on the topish of Halcyon just outside of a cave... XD /WC: 300+

The darkness of the caves felt safe. Ever since Teo and Gemma had ran off together the dark hybrid had found himself hiding out in the deep caves of Halcyon Mountain. Although the winter months had made the sleek rocks cold and the mountain damp the Italian prince found comfort in the cave's heart. There was a rage inside of him and it was directed towards the rest of the world. Those who knew the Italian well would vouch for his dangerous and sporadic nature. He could act friendly and convince anyone that he had a heart made of gold, only to turn tail on you, displaying the true evil within him.


With the warmer weather and sunlight creeping its way into the mouth of a nearby cave Giuseppe lazily made his way, on two legs, towards the mouth but he was not alone. The cave was home to more than just the coydog, in fact the monster had managed to make a friend while he hibernated away from the world. On his shoulder sat a skinny, sickly looking white rat that looked around blindly with his bloody red eyes. The tiny creature let out a squeal of displeasure at the sunlight but Giuseppe ignored him, “Shut up Monty, it’s just fucking sunlight.” He scolded with a sharp snarl.


The hybrids dark chocolate eyes searched around, squinting as they moved rapidly like a wild beast. It had been only on the rare occasion that he had left his hide away. In the past month he had left once to find Gemma, and only a few times to sleep in a bed. But the warm sun urged him out of the caves, the warmth soaking into his dark coat, the short fur glade to be finished with the freezing snow and wind. He dare not go back to his room too often in the past few months, the cold hole held only memories of those he had called family, but they had betrayed him most of all.

OOC: Added Mature title due to Giu's bad words :| /WC: 500+

The voice caught him off guard the evil minded male had to hold back a snarl as his thin head snapped to look at the wolf. His muzzle wrinkled up as though he had eaten something with a bitter displeasing taste, his right canine tooth exposed. Just his luck that he would leave the caves and run directly into this bloke. Although he couldn’t say he hated the wolf Alaki was not someone he took pleasure in seeing. He was not someone he could sleep with, and he had shown that he only provided the hybrid with alcohol when he wanted something for himself. Selfish bastard. Regardless of the fact that Alaki was a leader of Anathema Giuseppe still considered himself above any wolf, especially those that slept with his brother.


“Ya… awhile.” He grumbled, dark wild eyes glaring at the crow that sat on the wolf’s shoulder. Silently he wondered if the dumb birds at rats, as his albino companion seemed to push as far as he could into the short furs in the crook of his neck. “Do those things eat rats?” He questioned sternly. If they even tried they would turn into a snack themselves. In reality Giuseppe had lost track of time and did not remember how long it had been since socializing with anyone within Anthema. He had caught many scents of those he did not know but never had he intentionally spoken to another, with the exception of his nights in Halifax looking for some good looking tail to use for the night.


Perhaps Alaki had been done wrong when Teo and Gemma ran off together, much like how Giu had been betrayed by the white wolfess but the dark dog mix had no concern for the male. He had gotten his hands on the white wolfess again regardless, and God she had been good to have. That little whore just couldn’t stay away from him and as it turned out Teo had gone missing. In his visit with Gemma she had informed him that his brother had left, not giving a reason. But the Italian was full of joy that his little brother had left Nova Scotia. He was no threat; the gangs back in Italy would not accept him as heir to the Trovato throne because they all obeyed Giuseppe. There were advantages to working the field with the workers; they seemed to respect him more. And regardless of what Matteo believed it was not the population of their little corner of he Earth that named the ruler, but the mafia that ran the town in secret. Figuring Alaki might enjoy the information, or that it might lead to a good show, the hybrid spoke up again, “Teo fucking left Nova Scotia.”