08-06-2012, 10:43 PM
((312)) Sorry for poor quality, I'm not feeling very well at all tonight. Forward dated to the 8th, correct?
He had found a few ways to amuse himself during his stay in Halifax, and it just so happened that dress up was one method.
Harvey Butler had realized soon after his arrival to Nova Scotia that possession lead to nothing but ruthless desire and selfishness, thanks to his experiences in his old gang back in London, but, nonetheless, the luperci couldn't help but to loot about the ruined city for tattered human artifacts.
Amongst his newly acquired treasures was his outfit; he wore a pair of black short, loose enough to ride low on his hips, allowing his tail to hand outside, and able to swing freely. Atop his mess of copper coloured locks were a pair of old, scratched and smudged aviator sunglasses, and around his neck he'd loosely tied a black tie (improvised, as he had not the slightest idea of how to properly go about wearing it).
Despite what other may or may not have thought about his appearance, the red merle australian shepherd felt comfortable and appealing. Then again, he most usually felt appealing, thanks to his larger than usual ego.
He hummed softly to himself, wandering along the cracked and littered streets, occasionally stopping in his path to inspect an item that had caught his attention, before starting back up, headed to an unknown destination.
The aussie dog had gotten to meet a few residents of the land, and with information gained, as well as having a place to stay, even if only temporary, Harvey's disposition had grown more positive, comfortably able to call this new area home.
There were still things he missed from his old life... Popularity, status, wealth, reputation... He loved having attention, especially if it benefited him.
But he but that behind him for now. He had planned to start life new, and, so far, was happy with what he'd been handed.
He had found a few ways to amuse himself during his stay in Halifax, and it just so happened that dress up was one method.
Harvey Butler had realized soon after his arrival to Nova Scotia that possession lead to nothing but ruthless desire and selfishness, thanks to his experiences in his old gang back in London, but, nonetheless, the luperci couldn't help but to loot about the ruined city for tattered human artifacts.
Amongst his newly acquired treasures was his outfit; he wore a pair of black short, loose enough to ride low on his hips, allowing his tail to hand outside, and able to swing freely. Atop his mess of copper coloured locks were a pair of old, scratched and smudged aviator sunglasses, and around his neck he'd loosely tied a black tie (improvised, as he had not the slightest idea of how to properly go about wearing it).
Despite what other may or may not have thought about his appearance, the red merle australian shepherd felt comfortable and appealing. Then again, he most usually felt appealing, thanks to his larger than usual ego.
He hummed softly to himself, wandering along the cracked and littered streets, occasionally stopping in his path to inspect an item that had caught his attention, before starting back up, headed to an unknown destination.
The aussie dog had gotten to meet a few residents of the land, and with information gained, as well as having a place to stay, even if only temporary, Harvey's disposition had grown more positive, comfortably able to call this new area home.
There were still things he missed from his old life... Popularity, status, wealth, reputation... He loved having attention, especially if it benefited him.
But he but that behind him for now. He had planned to start life new, and, so far, was happy with what he'd been handed.