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The Lykoi man had decided an excursion to the city would provide him with much relaxation and trinkets to take home to his little family back in AniWaya, more and more did he find himself growing more attached to Io and Jaroslaw, and especially Kuba. His son was growing strong and with time, would make a wonderful individual. His language skills were strong, and being bi-lingual--Jacinto decided his son was raised on keep intellect and was going to grow to one with much prestige. In pride, he noted: It was perfect. Berlin genes mixed with the notorious Lykoi blood, nothing went wrong there. The hybrid had taken a day to get there, a satchel filled with many goods slung over his shoulder. In was one of his favorites, marijuana. It was the heady scent that so filled the man with inspiration and creativity--Something in which came in handy when composing music, or figuring out different chords to play.
He had found what seemed like a softer neighborhood, a place where perhaps human parents would find it ideal to raise a family, perhaps grow old. The trees creeping past the sidewalks held an autumn flush, orange leaves clung to the tree as if it was their last line to life, others less fortunate to lay crumpled on the ground, only to be crunched under the feet of the tawny hybrid. He found a lawn, one that had lost its green gem-like glow from the bite of the coming cold, and sat down, bag in his lap. For a moment he sat there, fiery eyes closing in relaxation.