06-29-2018, 12:18 AM
of all the obnoxious places brad had made a home of during his life span, he never would of guessed a weird pirate island chain would make that list. he wasn't the biggest fan of water, but figured he would have to get over it if these guys were going to accept him as one of their won. the large canine was relaxing in a wicker hammock fastened between two sturdy palms. the sun had just set, and a gentle breeze cooled the leonberger's thick fur. fickle things like the heat were a nuisance to brad, but he had a steady home in the typhoon that he wouldn't jeopardize for a small adjustment to his comfort. sure, it wasn't perfect- but anything was better away from his father. the guy was a total prick, and brad hoped this place would provide him with some protection.
brad hadn't brought much with him besides a brightly colored fannypack and the bandana he wore around his neck. within the pack was his walkman, a few cassettes, and a pack of cigarettes with a lighter. it was all he needed to be content truthfully, and content he was. the canine popped the pods into his ears and used a claw to turn up the volume. once that task was completed, he lit a cigarette and relaxed into the hammock. a grin dappled his features as he hummed along to 'africa by toto'. life here held positive potential. brad knew he would have to make some friends at some point, but struggled to find the motivation. he had always been independent, and didn't care for the company of others. after all, he was raised to see everyone besides his father as 'the enemy'. unbeknownst to his father, he was an enemy of brad's as well. the young dog had never really had a friend, and therefore saw them as a waste of time and space rather than some material necessity.
the leonberger's peace was disrupted by a sudden rustling in the palms. he cocked his head up, chestnut optics scanning the perimeter for a source. "allllllright, show yourself yah dirty lil punk", he spat with a smirk tugging at his maw. brad meant no serious harm towards whoever it may be, he simply just enjoyed his lack of manners.
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brad hadn't brought much with him besides a brightly colored fannypack and the bandana he wore around his neck. within the pack was his walkman, a few cassettes, and a pack of cigarettes with a lighter. it was all he needed to be content truthfully, and content he was. the canine popped the pods into his ears and used a claw to turn up the volume. once that task was completed, he lit a cigarette and relaxed into the hammock. a grin dappled his features as he hummed along to 'africa by toto'. life here held positive potential. brad knew he would have to make some friends at some point, but struggled to find the motivation. he had always been independent, and didn't care for the company of others. after all, he was raised to see everyone besides his father as 'the enemy'. unbeknownst to his father, he was an enemy of brad's as well. the young dog had never really had a friend, and therefore saw them as a waste of time and space rather than some material necessity.
the leonberger's peace was disrupted by a sudden rustling in the palms. he cocked his head up, chestnut optics scanning the perimeter for a source. "allllllright, show yourself yah dirty lil punk", he spat with a smirk tugging at his maw. brad meant no serious harm towards whoever it may be, he simply just enjoyed his lack of manners.
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