And I wouldn't like to know you

Conor Soul · 02-05-2011, 03:29 AM

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Soooo sorrry Sad <3333 300+

He had seen it in Gabriel’s eyes. Inferni and Dahlia would never have warmth residing between them. Conor had accepted this without difficulties, for there was so much history between the two groups. In addition, he was Haku’s son, and this was something he could never change. Then again, here he stood with another member, and the tone was genuinely friendly between them. It made a difference. A strange longing was felt for the silver Russo male that had taken his boat and left the coast; Rurik had helped him in so many ways and it was a shame that he had not had the chance to get to know the man better.

The other chuckled at his words. Conor did not, but he did not find the man’s reaction insulting. Though, as the laughter drew out and words rose to assist it and inform the wolf that his father’s head was stuck on top of one of Inferni’s pikes, Conor felt an unfamiliar nausea lash at his abdomen. Haku had been wicked and cruel beyond belief, but.. if he dug into old and forgotten memories, he knew that not everything would be bad. The son believed that it was his father’s inner demons that eventually had destroyed him from within. More often than not, throughout his entire childhood, Haku had been cruel to his sons. But there were good memories too. Those were what the male remembered as he imagined a severed head on a stick.

”I don’t think so,” He replied, pushing his gaze away as the hybrid put the mask back on. There was more calm with the drug, and it was lovely considering the thoughts that wanted to be heart within his torn mind. Thankfully, he might be able to focus on other things. ”I’m scavenging.” he said without shame. This land was no man’s land, and the treasures that remained in the crumbling human city were free for all to take. As he had been offered the mask again, hands were busy, but he made a gesture with a wolfish muzzle; pointing toward his bag and the characteristic bulging forms of what could only be bottles. ”Things have been.. complicated recently, so your timing could not have been better. Certain substances help me relax...” What he needed was to find ways to relax and cope with what was going on with his life.

The wolf repeated the procedure with the mask, though this time his inhales were definitely deeper, for he did not wish to have certain images lingering within his conscious mind. The late monster did not deserve sympathetic thoughts.

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