I will not forgive

Keese · 06-02-2011, 12:25 PM

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for Drizzt, back dated to May 21st.
Sorry for the blah starter, so not worthy of the wait I put you through<3

Keese was definitely out of his element in this savage land. Far from the wolf built town he called home. In his homeland anything, anything at all that silver male had wanted would have been given to him freely. He need only ask or in some other way express his desire and it was his. Here though, nothing came easily and he found he was struggling, quite pathetically, to claim what had been rightfully his in the first place. Oh Anann, he had known the woman to have a stubborn will, but it he had underestimated just how so. Eventually the woman would come around, the silvered male convinced that she was only playing hard to get as punishment for his taking so long to follow her here in the first place.

Frustrated, beaten, and bruised Keese had left the packlands a few days ago. The most damage had been done only to his pride. His bouts of wandering outside the lands had become more frequent. Just for a brief respite every now and again to clear his head and perhaps rethink his approach with Anann. He hadn't known where he was headed only that it was away from that cur stench. What the hell she saw in that place he would never understand and he was beginning to think that the only reason she had joined their ranks was to drive him mad. They had made him the lowest of the low and it was more than the arrogant male could stand to bow his head to a fucking dog.

Somewhere along his way he had come across a smooth round stone. A clay brown in color, it was nothing special but it was large enough to fit comfortably in his hand and it seemed to have a nice weight to it. He would tossing the stone in the air a few inches, letting it fall heavily back to his palm only to repeat the cycle as he went. He had become so focused on his thoughts, as well as the common stone, that he had made his way well into the rotting suburbs before he became conscientiously aware of how close he was coming to the rundown city he had first met that Russian.

Anatoliy. Just the though of the hybrid male sent his hackles twitching as his face twisted in a raging snarl. Eyeing a glass pane still most intact Keese let the stone his fly at it in his rage. The shattering sound was pleasing, but it was not enough to sooth his anger. Gathering what he could find from the streets, he pelted the assortment of objects at the decaying house. "Son of a bitch!" He roared in his fury. Hate for that Russian cur burning in his chest. Though it was not just him, but also that hi-colored do-gooder that was responsible for his most current thumpings. He hated them all. Every last one of them. It didn't matter why.

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