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Silvano Sadira · 10-04-2012, 10:53 PM

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sorry for the delay, m'dear :C I also don't think it needs an M because alcohol isn't a mature drug, much like smoking isn't >> if it was something like pot or something illegal in the US then.. I think it'd be M

He grunted loudly as he pushed. The fallen trunk was heavy, but it was still small enough that the Constable could push it aside on his own. Muscles strained as he gave a last shove. He was rewarded with a loud thud and crash as the severed trunk fell from the indent it had made in the house side. A cloud of leaves and dust rose up from the thud, making the Sadira brush at his nose and sniffle ever so slightly. The damage was still pretty bad and all they could really do was clean up as best as they possibly could. The rest was simply adjusting to the things that were irrepably destroyed, like a good section of the top of the Hotel. A new member had made his home there but had thankfully not been injured during the roof's destruction.

Silvano turned to see what else he could do on his own, but found that he simply could do nothing near by. The buildings were either fine or completely ruined that his effort would have been like trying to dry clothing in a blizzard. There was simply nothing to do here. Lunenburg would need more of his attention, especially after he had finished the barn completely. What a world, he had promised to take care of the Stables and improve, and he had found himself fixing a wall that had been damaged from the winds. Hopefully all the horses would be returned soon and they could all move on with their lives and prepare for winter. Lots would need to be done after the herds moved in and the hunting was plentiful. Summer was the leanest time for them all and a bountiful hunt in the winter would only bring good things.

What the Constable did not expect to find was a pup, well a young adult, running around wobbling. The dog hybrid seemed terribly familiar as he squinted. This was the pup that had decided to play under the horses' hooves, looking grown up on two legs. But something was clearly off the way he was singing, more like bawling out some lewd songs. Silvano could smell something was off, too, and he approached the swaying youth with his shoulders broad, chest out, and back straight. "What are you up to, boy?" he said carefully, crooking an eye at the youth.

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