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[div style="margin-bottom: 4px; height: auto; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: black;"]GIMME DANGER LITTLE STRANGER
ACTIONS | "SPEAKING" | THINKING | TELEPATHY
There was a certain bitterness that would always dwell in the wolf's icy heart, one that he believed was perhaps fueled by the consequences of his own actions. He had bore witness to and was the target of enough consistent strife for him to question the root of all this sin, and in time he began to realize that the compass pointed towards himself. After all, who was it that did so little to rescue his family, to keep his kin safe? And who was it that appointed a vengeful criminal as his own Delta, a member of the sacred Trias that he was to accept council from?
Was it all him after all?
The blizzard of thoughts swirling in his mind coupled with the restlessness in his paws caused Maximilian to promptly depart from the Firepit upon dismissing the Enclavians from their meeting. He needed to collect himself, ponder his next move after the announcement concerning Rylios. Was there anything to do moving forward aside from the norm? The Enclave was still in its infantile stage, a fresh name upon the Island; surely they would recover from this early blunder. If he reached out to the Coalition soon enough, perhaps the proper amends could be made in time. Get in touch wit' the right people, say the right things, and boom. Crystal. A deep huff erupted from him as he pushed into his cabin, searching for a single cigarette and his lighter to spark the flame that would grant him a few moments' worth of relief.
Burning stick of tobacco in tow, he ventured further off beyond the cabin compounds of the Enclave's hilltop camp, taking to the waters in typical Max Caputo fashion, his uneasy body gliding on the banks of the river that would soon open up into the great lake in the distance. His paws seemed to be set on the Lotus Cave, which he preferred over the Dock when he wasn't embarking upon one of his famous evening strolls. He stopped, however, shortly before the mouth of the waterside cave, taking note of the presence of another grizzled wolf with his head submerged in the cool, tranquil pools of water within the cave. Destarion.
The Alpha took a final, long drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it, blowing the toxic smoke in the opposite direction of the cave. Though he enjoyed a good smoke, even he had his standards when it came to the Lotus Cave, the most sacred landmark of the Enclave's entire territory. There was a certain powerful, perhaps spiritual energy that the cave exuded that he could not risk betraying all for one cigarette. The cave was like church to him, as it was to many. Who the fuck smokes during mass?
He waited at the rocky maw, watching his newly-appointed Delta in curious silence until the other wolf raised himself from the pool, water dripping onto the splashing, once-tranquil puddle. "Don't have to stick your whole head in for a drink, y'know," he mused in his deep Italian-American drawl, his voice and face expressionless as ever. His consistent dryness was perhaps his most remarkable feature. He tilted his head at the other while standing firmly at the cave's mouth, not entering unless Destarion would be comfortable with it. The Lotus Cave was an experience many preferred alone, and he would understand if the new Delta would've wanted to keep it that way. "Everythin' in order, Des'?"
Was it all him after all?
The blizzard of thoughts swirling in his mind coupled with the restlessness in his paws caused Maximilian to promptly depart from the Firepit upon dismissing the Enclavians from their meeting. He needed to collect himself, ponder his next move after the announcement concerning Rylios. Was there anything to do moving forward aside from the norm? The Enclave was still in its infantile stage, a fresh name upon the Island; surely they would recover from this early blunder. If he reached out to the Coalition soon enough, perhaps the proper amends could be made in time. Get in touch wit' the right people, say the right things, and boom. Crystal. A deep huff erupted from him as he pushed into his cabin, searching for a single cigarette and his lighter to spark the flame that would grant him a few moments' worth of relief.
Burning stick of tobacco in tow, he ventured further off beyond the cabin compounds of the Enclave's hilltop camp, taking to the waters in typical Max Caputo fashion, his uneasy body gliding on the banks of the river that would soon open up into the great lake in the distance. His paws seemed to be set on the Lotus Cave, which he preferred over the Dock when he wasn't embarking upon one of his famous evening strolls. He stopped, however, shortly before the mouth of the waterside cave, taking note of the presence of another grizzled wolf with his head submerged in the cool, tranquil pools of water within the cave. Destarion.
The Alpha took a final, long drag of his cigarette before extinguishing it, blowing the toxic smoke in the opposite direction of the cave. Though he enjoyed a good smoke, even he had his standards when it came to the Lotus Cave, the most sacred landmark of the Enclave's entire territory. There was a certain powerful, perhaps spiritual energy that the cave exuded that he could not risk betraying all for one cigarette. The cave was like church to him, as it was to many. Who the fuck smokes during mass?
He waited at the rocky maw, watching his newly-appointed Delta in curious silence until the other wolf raised himself from the pool, water dripping onto the splashing, once-tranquil puddle. "Don't have to stick your whole head in for a drink, y'know," he mused in his deep Italian-American drawl, his voice and face expressionless as ever. His consistent dryness was perhaps his most remarkable feature. He tilted his head at the other while standing firmly at the cave's mouth, not entering unless Destarion would be comfortable with it. The Lotus Cave was an experience many preferred alone, and he would understand if the new Delta would've wanted to keep it that way. "Everythin' in order, Des'?"
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