Shattered By the Shore

Giuseppe Trovato · 07-11-2011, 05:09 PM

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It was much cooler by the ocean and the salty smell was refreshing. Often as a child his mother would take Teo and him to the ocean to help protect their little ears from their fathers business. Clearly it hadn't worked for Giuseppe had certainly learned a thing or two about business from Draco. As the breeze pressed against his face he reminisced about his lessons. Lesson number one: It's better to be the boss than the dirt bag doing all the work. From his current situation Giuseppe was still a little low on the food chain as far as he was concerned. He had managed to get himself into a specialization at least and he had wandered the caves a few times. Lesson two: Dress for business. Ever since he was little his father would insist the boys be all dolled up when addressing another important coyote or dog living in Italy. Here things were different, of course he still got into his best navy suit when the time arose but not nearly as often as he did back in Italy.

The final lesson was something he had learned early in life, a personal lesson he was sure his father already knew: Don't trust anyone. His own father had beat him to a pulp, his brother refused to believe their parents didn't love Giuseppe, and their mother pretended that Draco never laid a finger on him. He couldn't trust anyone and nor would he ever. His mind and heart were closed off to the rest of the world. Sure, Giuseppe could handle a conversation, and yes sometimes he could even act civil but inside he was tortured and believed that the world deserved nothing but what it had coming.

A call from behind him startled him from the memories of the past. Glancing behind him he saw a rather cute white wolf waving. As he moved to wave back there was a tug on his fishing rod and the rod came clear out of his hand. “Shit!” He cussed loudly as he launched himself forward managing to catch his equipment before it was pulled into the water. Jumping to his feet and gaining control of the rod he started to pull the fish in, he almost felt embarrassed about losing control for a moment.

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