IT'S QUIET UPTOWN / introduction

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —

"I own him." Dante hissed in response to Hope, his shark-shaped tail flicking towards Valkyr. His eyes were cold as he gazed upon his slave before it turned back to Crowe as she spoke to him. The neck on the hybrid's fur bristled and he gritted his teeth together. He had to remind himself that, to everyone else, he was just a normal-ranking member and was no different than anybody else (other than the slaves, obviously). "You are a slave." Dante growled. "And you dare speak to me in such a way?" Obviously he ignored the fact that Crowe pointed out that they technically had a right to speak to one another, and sure... they did. But to call him a self-entitled bastard? That was absolutely going too far and Dante had half the mind to hit Crowe right then and there.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛

#psychosocial.