[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;"]Good thing Trevor didn't give a shit about monsters or size differences or pretty claws; kinda hard to find much intimidating when he was a Belmont, who all had the killing of edgy beasts in their blood. They wouldn't be known as a family of hunters if they didn't know how to handle some creature lost to either their ego or their mindlessness, but the people back in Wallachia were fed lies, told that the Belmont family conspired with black magic and monsters of the night, when they'd been the only thing standing between them. As far as Trevor was concerned, monsters could go fuck themselves, and so could everyone else. There wasn't much to care about anymore, now was there? The world was shitty, people were shitty, beer was watered down the farther he traveled, he couldn't get a little nap in without some creeper breathing heavily nearby. He should just learn how to brew moonshine- then he wouldn't have to wander into people-infested areas and suffer from the many kinds of nuisance-induced headaches.
He squinted at the beast, then snorted, unimpressed. "I don't care." The wolf's eyes shut again, and he shifted slightly to get the damn root out of his back, but misery loved company, so of course some other pissant decided to join the party. "Think it's pretty obvious. 'M trying to nap. Very important, Silvilocks." God, he wasn't going to get any sleep, was he? He didn't have enough meals to be shit in at this point.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and all their carpenter friends," Trevor muttered, uncurling, and he risked a stretch, back arching as a feline's would. "I'm not drunk enough to deal with either of you, so I'll find a nice rock to sleep on somewhere else." The dark wolf began ambling back in the direction he came, tattered cloak trailing over the thick vegetation. "Threw up over here. Just thought I'd let you know."
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He squinted at the beast, then snorted, unimpressed. "I don't care." The wolf's eyes shut again, and he shifted slightly to get the damn root out of his back, but misery loved company, so of course some other pissant decided to join the party. "Think it's pretty obvious. 'M trying to nap. Very important, Silvilocks." God, he wasn't going to get any sleep, was he? He didn't have enough meals to be shit in at this point.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and all their carpenter friends," Trevor muttered, uncurling, and he risked a stretch, back arching as a feline's would. "I'm not drunk enough to deal with either of you, so I'll find a nice rock to sleep on somewhere else." The dark wolf began ambling back in the direction he came, tattered cloak trailing over the thick vegetation. "Threw up over here. Just thought I'd let you know."
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