bullshit. this was all bullshit. the hefty canine wore an angered expression on his face as he stumbled forwards over the rickety traintracks, chestnut optics flickering with bitterness. brad had no idea where he was, but anywhere was better than where he was coming from. life as a nomad with his father was pure hell. nothing he could do would be enough for the old man. his failures often invoked physical and verbal abuse from his elder, to the point where brad couldn't put up with it anymore. it didn't bother him as much as it should of. some people just couldn't handle themselves, and unbeknownst to himself- brad was a prime example. the leonberger muttered curses like a sailor under his breath as he walked, though his speech was slurred to a point where it was hard to translate clearly. he was drunk, and to a point that he would surely regret in the morning/ it was uncommon to find brad a few bottles in, as it was the easiest way to figuratively run away from his troubles for as long as he could remember. the chocolate colored canine let out a disgruntled sigh as he looked around hazily. the area was rather unfamiliar, and brad couldn't recall a time he had traveled through a territory like this. it was prettier than what he was used to, and the ocean air was a refreshing scent that contrasted greatly from the lopsided cigarette spewing bitter smoke from his maw and the alcoholic fumes that stuck to his coat.
the disoriented canine suddenly crashed into a metallic wall, and he fell back with a vulgar exclamation. "get the fuck outta my way, dipshit!", the leonberger said with a scowl as he got to his paws. brad was already two sheets to the wind, and mistook the traincar as someone looking for trouble. the dog continued forward and walked into the large concrete structure that belonged to the typhoon."see these scars, shithead? i'll reaaaally fight yah if yah try that messy shit again, got it punk?", he added as he fixed the black bandana around his neck, growling at the concrete. the scars were from his father's wrath, but no one out here would know that. they made him look tough, so brad manipulated the scenario to invoke fear. whether it would work or not was up to his opponents. brad's voice was loud and deep as he rambled on, but hard to understand as words blended together. the blurry mess of his vision made it so the canine was far from aware he was yelling at an inanimate object, and the vulgar ruckus he was causing was sure to attract some sort of attention from out yonder. fur bristling, brad spat his cigarette onto the ground and awaiting some form of response.
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the disoriented canine suddenly crashed into a metallic wall, and he fell back with a vulgar exclamation. "get the fuck outta my way, dipshit!", the leonberger said with a scowl as he got to his paws. brad was already two sheets to the wind, and mistook the traincar as someone looking for trouble. the dog continued forward and walked into the large concrete structure that belonged to the typhoon."see these scars, shithead? i'll reaaaally fight yah if yah try that messy shit again, got it punk?", he added as he fixed the black bandana around his neck, growling at the concrete. the scars were from his father's wrath, but no one out here would know that. they made him look tough, so brad manipulated the scenario to invoke fear. whether it would work or not was up to his opponents. brad's voice was loud and deep as he rambled on, but hard to understand as words blended together. the blurry mess of his vision made it so the canine was far from aware he was yelling at an inanimate object, and the vulgar ruckus he was causing was sure to attract some sort of attention from out yonder. fur bristling, brad spat his cigarette onto the ground and awaiting some form of response.
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