06-19-2011, 03:01 PM
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After a nice walk around Halifax Giuseppe was feeling refreshed. Perhaps this city wasn't such a shit hole as he originally thought. He had discovered many treasures within the city including a library, various value stores, and some fishing shops. His messenger bag had been filled with books about cave systems and the Halifax area, including diagrams that the humans had left behind. He has also managed to find a few lures, odd little gadgets made by humans to catch fish, along with a net and good sized fishing pole. Upon discovering these things the Italian man was feeling pretty good about himself and had decided to head south in an attempt at finding a shore for fishing.
The place he had found seemed to be dangerous. Sharp rocks lined the shore where canines could easily fall from the cliffs. This did not intimidate the stubborn coydog in his search for relaxation. No, today he was going to fish. Finding a spot on a large flat rock near, what seemed to be, a deeper area of the shore line, Giuseppe began to fiddle a lure onto the line with his thin fingers. Today was going well. The sun was up and warmed his short furs which were not covered by his white muscle shirt or jeans, and the sound of the water rushing back and forth from the rocky beach reminded him of his homeland.
Tossing the line into the water with a flick the coydog leaned back, a hand reaching behind him for support. Maybe he could be happy here, start a new life. He wasn't a suited for the harsher climates or labor as the wolves were but he could do his part. On the other hand though, he was still the same old Giuseppe. Having Matteo around reminded him constantly of the brutal beatings their father would give him and the bible that had been forced down their throats since they were able to speak. Teo made him want to feel in control and that need for power drove the hybrid mad.
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I hope the Shattered Coast works for you 
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After a nice walk around Halifax Giuseppe was feeling refreshed. Perhaps this city wasn't such a shit hole as he originally thought. He had discovered many treasures within the city including a library, various value stores, and some fishing shops. His messenger bag had been filled with books about cave systems and the Halifax area, including diagrams that the humans had left behind. He has also managed to find a few lures, odd little gadgets made by humans to catch fish, along with a net and good sized fishing pole. Upon discovering these things the Italian man was feeling pretty good about himself and had decided to head south in an attempt at finding a shore for fishing.
The place he had found seemed to be dangerous. Sharp rocks lined the shore where canines could easily fall from the cliffs. This did not intimidate the stubborn coydog in his search for relaxation. No, today he was going to fish. Finding a spot on a large flat rock near, what seemed to be, a deeper area of the shore line, Giuseppe began to fiddle a lure onto the line with his thin fingers. Today was going well. The sun was up and warmed his short furs which were not covered by his white muscle shirt or jeans, and the sound of the water rushing back and forth from the rocky beach reminded him of his homeland.
Tossing the line into the water with a flick the coydog leaned back, a hand reaching behind him for support. Maybe he could be happy here, start a new life. He wasn't a suited for the harsher climates or labor as the wolves were but he could do his part. On the other hand though, he was still the same old Giuseppe. Having Matteo around reminded him constantly of the brutal beatings their father would give him and the bible that had been forced down their throats since they were able to speak. Teo made him want to feel in control and that need for power drove the hybrid mad.
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