Lucky, on the other hand, had no personal problems against any of these so-called "clans". Groups. Communities. Whatever the fuck. He was "new in town", you could say, and Lucky knew next to nobody in these parts. Of course he had no quarrel with anybody, at least not yet, but now that he was in the Pitt? He supposed that he had an allowed "open season" on any of the other groups now... if he so desired. Lucky wasn't really someone who desired chaos for the sake of chaos. He desired organization and conquering through calculation.

However, chaos and destruction seemed to be the Pitt's way of life. They were more like barbarians rather than a criminal empire, in which the latter was what Lucky was more used to. Inf fact, he was currently observing two Pittians plotting an attack on "Tanglewood". Lucky could certainly wreak havoc and send a message if needed; in fact, he was somewhat of his group's muscle back before he left them. Would shaking some randos up be such a bad idea? Everyone was an enemy, as far as they were concerned. Lucky could pretty much do... anything he wanted.

Like a looming shadow, the dark charcoal-colored hound approached the two scheming fellows. No smile came to deadly jaws, although a hint of vague enthusiasm brightened amber optics. [glow=black,1,400]"Yeah, why not."[/glow] His voice was deep, although each word clear and [sub]heavy[/sub] with his city accent.