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@$%&The copper hybrid hadn't had a lot of time to himself recently, though such a lifestyle was surprisingly fitting for the anxious and restless male. Though he didn't like to admit it, he thrived on stress and purpose--these past few weeks had been consumed by an unholy desire to crush Bastardo, the otherwise nameless wolf who'd been disrespecting Inferni's borders. The entire clan had rallied together to see to his demise, however, and now Anselm found himself with an abundance of free time.
@$%&It was only mid-afternoon and he'd already completed his rounds and routines for the morning. Feeling somewhat adventurous, the male had taken off in a full sprint for one of his favourite (and as of late neglected) haunts: Halifax. His lupus form offered him impressive endurance, but by the time he'd traversed half of Arachnea's Revenge he found himself shifting on instinct. Though it was arguably less efficient, Anselm seldom had issues finding enough food to sustain his bulky seccui form.
@$%&Tall pillars of concrete and glass loomed at him in the distance, and once more he transitioned between phases as he moved. Anselm was one of the few that still walked on four legs even in optime form, and though he might have appeared out of place because of this method of locomotion, it was clear he ran with intent and direction. He was going to his daughter's old garage, which he hadn't visited in nearly a month. Rising to two legs as he reached the back door, he slipped an inconspicuous chain from his neck and unlocked it with the attached key. Putting it back, he immediately strode over and threw the large bay door open; it was so damn stuffy in there from lack of use.
@$%&Riffling through the neat piles of tools his daughter had accumulated with half-hearted interest, the tattooed male sighed and wondered exactly what had happened to that one book he'd found many months ago that detailed the various human tools and their specific uses. There was some lumber propped up against the wall, and he regarded it for a moment with something akin to contempt--couldn't it just craft itself into something interesting? One black-tipped ear flicked as he contemplated his situation further... perhaps some, ah, inspiration was in order. Opening one of the drawers that concealed Maserati's "harvest," he managed to clumsily pack a bowl for himself in one of the pieces she'd left behind. How she'd left both that and a lighter astounded him--it was almost as if they peculiar girl had intentions of returning some day. Maybe she would; he'd like to see her again, she was easily his second favourite daughter (after Ryan, of course).
@$%&Inhaling too deeply, the golden wolf found his lungs protesting the foreign substance and he began to cough wildly. This was not a regular habit for him, and he found his body and mind growing heavy. Waving his hand through the cloud of smoke that was now billowing out of the garage, he placed the bowl on one of the work benches, picked up a piece of 2x4, and sat heavily on the small couch that was along one wall of the garage. A blank look glazed over his eyes as he sat with it laying neatly across his lap, examining the grain intently--hmm, now what?
mwaha, he should be all loosened up now for ya... Anselm needs more friends |: I think Savina is the only non-Inferni member he's got right now XD
@$%&The copper hybrid hadn't had a lot of time to himself recently, though such a lifestyle was surprisingly fitting for the anxious and restless male. Though he didn't like to admit it, he thrived on stress and purpose--these past few weeks had been consumed by an unholy desire to crush Bastardo, the otherwise nameless wolf who'd been disrespecting Inferni's borders. The entire clan had rallied together to see to his demise, however, and now Anselm found himself with an abundance of free time.
@$%&It was only mid-afternoon and he'd already completed his rounds and routines for the morning. Feeling somewhat adventurous, the male had taken off in a full sprint for one of his favourite (and as of late neglected) haunts: Halifax. His lupus form offered him impressive endurance, but by the time he'd traversed half of Arachnea's Revenge he found himself shifting on instinct. Though it was arguably less efficient, Anselm seldom had issues finding enough food to sustain his bulky seccui form.
@$%&Tall pillars of concrete and glass loomed at him in the distance, and once more he transitioned between phases as he moved. Anselm was one of the few that still walked on four legs even in optime form, and though he might have appeared out of place because of this method of locomotion, it was clear he ran with intent and direction. He was going to his daughter's old garage, which he hadn't visited in nearly a month. Rising to two legs as he reached the back door, he slipped an inconspicuous chain from his neck and unlocked it with the attached key. Putting it back, he immediately strode over and threw the large bay door open; it was so damn stuffy in there from lack of use.
@$%&Riffling through the neat piles of tools his daughter had accumulated with half-hearted interest, the tattooed male sighed and wondered exactly what had happened to that one book he'd found many months ago that detailed the various human tools and their specific uses. There was some lumber propped up against the wall, and he regarded it for a moment with something akin to contempt--couldn't it just craft itself into something interesting? One black-tipped ear flicked as he contemplated his situation further... perhaps some, ah, inspiration was in order. Opening one of the drawers that concealed Maserati's "harvest," he managed to clumsily pack a bowl for himself in one of the pieces she'd left behind. How she'd left both that and a lighter astounded him--it was almost as if they peculiar girl had intentions of returning some day. Maybe she would; he'd like to see her again, she was easily his second favourite daughter (after Ryan, of course).
@$%&Inhaling too deeply, the golden wolf found his lungs protesting the foreign substance and he began to cough wildly. This was not a regular habit for him, and he found his body and mind growing heavy. Waving his hand through the cloud of smoke that was now billowing out of the garage, he placed the bowl on one of the work benches, picked up a piece of 2x4, and sat heavily on the small couch that was along one wall of the garage. A blank look glazed over his eyes as he sat with it laying neatly across his lap, examining the grain intently--hmm, now what?
mwaha, he should be all loosened up now for ya... Anselm needs more friends |: I think Savina is the only non-Inferni member he's got right now XD