The brute's short, cropped brown hair waved slightly in the breeze. He was standing tall and proud in his Optime form, his most favortite form of the three possible. Dutch was glad to have finally been accepted into Dahlia de Mai; he could know take it over. The thought amused him. It amused him since he knew the idea would never come true. He wasn't planning on it. Yet, Dutch believed that he had the ability to be a leader. Some might agree with him; physically he could be a leader. But his personslity lacked. He was more likely to end up murdering someone then become a pack leader.
That was fine with him. He didn't need to be a leader to have a pleasure in life. Dutch just needed a female plaything. He could live without food, water or shelter but not without someone to play with. He grinned, showing a set of unkept, dirty teeth. Speaking of playing, Dutch wanted ever so much to do that right now. Instead, he was stuck in the middle of Dahlia de Mai territory in his optime form. Not the most exciting event that could happen to a guy.
But, heck, that was Dutch's life. Not exciting. But he wanted it to be. He wanted excitement. Drama. Fun. He wanted a plaything. A little fragile toy he could mess around with. The question was, who? Dutch would find out soon enough.
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