11-08-2018, 05:51 PM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]"About as much as a dog misses a flea," the male commented dryly, looking Victor over as he approached. With very little communication between the two occurring before the husky's prolonged leave, there hadn't been much to motivate Feliks into checking to make sure the absentee wasn't dead or worse. With how many creatures that took a short tenure in a group just to bail, he'd figured that the other had just done the same when he'd briefly crossed the Gryphon's mind - alas, he was wrong. Was he happy about it? Eh, truly it was hard to say yes or no, perhaps if he knew Victor better he wouldn't be so apathetic. "Suppose you'll want to know what's going on though," he pondered, finally offering something resembling a smile as he thought. What the hell had gone on that was interesting enough to share?
Before even giving the chance to say yes or no, Feliks continued. "Rosebloods are now enemies on the account of being 'bitches', not my words, finally got two Deputies in the form of Golden and Baku, had a couple of events, not much else really. There's never been anything to bother with since the Pitt's aggression died down, nowadays you'd be lucky to get an interesting conversation out of a drunkard,". The fact that there was nothing 'new' to do did put a damper on the male's mood more than conversing with a bunch of Slavers ever could, yet he was powerless to stop his boredom unless he wanted to throw himself to the wolves of the other groups. For now he'd stick to the Typhoon, he preferred his skin to stay firmly attached to his muscles as opposed to being strung up on a Pittian's balcony.
Before even giving the chance to say yes or no, Feliks continued. "Rosebloods are now enemies on the account of being 'bitches', not my words, finally got two Deputies in the form of Golden and Baku, had a couple of events, not much else really. There's never been anything to bother with since the Pitt's aggression died down, nowadays you'd be lucky to get an interesting conversation out of a drunkard,". The fact that there was nothing 'new' to do did put a damper on the male's mood more than conversing with a bunch of Slavers ever could, yet he was powerless to stop his boredom unless he wanted to throw himself to the wolves of the other groups. For now he'd stick to the Typhoon, he preferred his skin to stay firmly attached to his muscles as opposed to being strung up on a Pittian's balcony.
WHERE SECRETS LIE IN THE BORDER FIRES
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