10-18-2018, 10:16 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 70%; text-align: justify;"]The canine could agree on that. He was putting far too much thought into this. Maybe it was time he actually found a hobby to entertain his mind in order to prevent him from getting all scholarly. Though, Victor did have a basic education, as far as a dog was concerned. His parents had taught them everything from history to mannerism and how to present oneself. While he could not write, due to being an animal, he could read, though he hardly ever had time to really read anything. Plus, reading was not much of a past time for him. Victor had once jested that he would become the leader of the Typhoon one day and make them change their ways, but it was an idea that was all in good fun. In reality, Victor could not care any less about ranking and hierarchy's. As long as he could live a fulfilling life, that was good enough for him.
"How nice of them," he barked with a huff of amusement. What would they need with pendents? He could only imagine, but there were a few odd individuals that he see pulling some weird shit like that. Fear began to etch into him at the thought of the Typhoon hosting another raid. He hated hurting others, but he had to put on a show. Life was about doing things you did not want to do, but you just had to do them. The beach had plenty of add treasured always washing up, hell, he even found himself a nice scarf and a full set of Ugg boots. While it was fun while it lasted, it was far too hot to be wearing such things. The only thing he would never take off was the leather collar around his neck. He had been picked on one or two times for still being a 'pet' by keeping the collar, but he always ignored the taunts. That collar was all he had that linked him back to his owner. In addition, when Victor did talk about her, he never said 'former' or 'old', but usually just referred to her as 'his owner' out of habit. He got some dirty looks when he said that, but he was pretty good about filtering his words.
"It is pretty over there, from what I remember." His father always promised to take them back to see the rest of their family. While he knew it was a bit far fetched, he would find a way, but not any time soon.
"How nice of them," he barked with a huff of amusement. What would they need with pendents? He could only imagine, but there were a few odd individuals that he see pulling some weird shit like that. Fear began to etch into him at the thought of the Typhoon hosting another raid. He hated hurting others, but he had to put on a show. Life was about doing things you did not want to do, but you just had to do them. The beach had plenty of add treasured always washing up, hell, he even found himself a nice scarf and a full set of Ugg boots. While it was fun while it lasted, it was far too hot to be wearing such things. The only thing he would never take off was the leather collar around his neck. He had been picked on one or two times for still being a 'pet' by keeping the collar, but he always ignored the taunts. That collar was all he had that linked him back to his owner. In addition, when Victor did talk about her, he never said 'former' or 'old', but usually just referred to her as 'his owner' out of habit. He got some dirty looks when he said that, but he was pretty good about filtering his words.
"It is pretty over there, from what I remember." His father always promised to take them back to see the rest of their family. While he knew it was a bit far fetched, he would find a way, but not any time soon.