07-22-2018, 12:53 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]Marriage. A beautiful thing, really. It brought people of all sorts together for one special occasion, to celebrate the love between two individuals and to share that love with their friends and family. You could go from inviting your best friend to your estranged cousin. It didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were surrounded by the people that you loved.
Boy, was this visit overdue.
The Italian Wolf had received his son's letters regularly, and of course, he had done his best to reply promptly (his penmanship wasn't all there, nor was his spelling). Nothing was going to stop him from keeping in touch with his son. He never regularly visited, though, because he wanted to keep him safe. He wanted him to stay out of his business, a dangerous one at that. This time? He couldn't stay away. He had to see his boy face-to-face.
As dapper and groomed as a canine could be, the wolf began his trek down the railroad tracks. He was sided by one of his guards, though he had told them to stay put while he went to see Jacob. This was a family matter, after all, and he was sure that he wouldn't immediately get mauled by swashbuckling pirates. Vito had dealt with far more dangerous enemies than the likes of these. Not that the Typhoon was a group that he considered an enemy. He lived far enough away so that their presence wasn't a problem in his eyes.
Vito arrived near the entrance to the island, cocking a brow and glancing around quietly. He wasn't going to raise his voice and holler; he was more sophisticated than that. No, he instead chose to stand his ground and wait for someone to come by- and hopefully that someone would be his little boy.
[member=112]jacob w.c.[/member]
Boy, was this visit overdue.
The Italian Wolf had received his son's letters regularly, and of course, he had done his best to reply promptly (his penmanship wasn't all there, nor was his spelling). Nothing was going to stop him from keeping in touch with his son. He never regularly visited, though, because he wanted to keep him safe. He wanted him to stay out of his business, a dangerous one at that. This time? He couldn't stay away. He had to see his boy face-to-face.
As dapper and groomed as a canine could be, the wolf began his trek down the railroad tracks. He was sided by one of his guards, though he had told them to stay put while he went to see Jacob. This was a family matter, after all, and he was sure that he wouldn't immediately get mauled by swashbuckling pirates. Vito had dealt with far more dangerous enemies than the likes of these. Not that the Typhoon was a group that he considered an enemy. He lived far enough away so that their presence wasn't a problem in his eyes.
Vito arrived near the entrance to the island, cocking a brow and glancing around quietly. He wasn't going to raise his voice and holler; he was more sophisticated than that. No, he instead chose to stand his ground and wait for someone to come by- and hopefully that someone would be his little boy.
[member=112]jacob w.c.[/member]
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CUPID HIT ME, CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION
I WONDER IF YOU LOOK BOTH WAYS WHEN YOU CROSS MY MIND.
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