09-17-2018, 07:54 PM
♛ SMOKED A PACK OR TWO, IT NEVER WAS A PROBLEM —
Honestly, Dante was quite peeved at the fact Valkyr was no longer a slave and therefore, was no longer under his control. Due to the Crusaders being a secret rank, the hybrid was (to the eyes of the other Dwellers), a normal-ranking member and therefore had no control over anybody else. A frustrating thing and something that Dante almost slipped up about but he wanted to keep his position and therefore, couldn't really push around Dwellers of The Pitt. Didn't really stop him from being somewhat bossy, though.
The scent of blood lured the shark-cat towards the scene, his lips drawn back as he tried to taste the tang of blood. Unfortunately, that wasn't entirely possible but it did help him figure out where the smell was coming from. Dante strode up to stand next to Valkyr, casting his former slave a brief glare before looking at the stranger at the border. "Your name Wolfram?" The Crusader asked for clarification, his shark-like tail flicking. "Welcome to The Pitt, I guess. I'm Dante Northwest."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛
#psychosocial.The scent of blood lured the shark-cat towards the scene, his lips drawn back as he tried to taste the tang of blood. Unfortunately, that wasn't entirely possible but it did help him figure out where the smell was coming from. Dante strode up to stand next to Valkyr, casting his former slave a brief glare before looking at the stranger at the border. "Your name Wolfram?" The Crusader asked for clarification, his shark-like tail flicking. "Welcome to The Pitt, I guess. I'm Dante Northwest."
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px darkorange; font-size: 24px;"]— DANTE♛