lipstick, red wine, long nights / joining / it's a lifestyle

[LUCKY LUCIANO]

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]

He didn't care much for the "beauty" or "aesthetic" of where he lived, where he dwelled. Hell, he had grown up in a stinky, run-down city with cracked pavement in desperate need of improvements and broken windows and graffiti-covered walls. It was as impoverished as a place could get. As for his own self? Lucky took great pride in his appearance. It wasn't until his uncle had taught him how to look presentable that he really started to take ownership of his physical appearance. Although an undeniable air of cigarette smoke and alcohol tended to follow him around wherever he went, he made sure to wash his fur and even spurt some spicy, earthy fragrances into it if he could manage to get his paws on such a product. Your smell could fill your space or clear your space, he was told. It was easy to say that Lucky never smelled like wet dog again. Perhaps his most prominent accessories was the jewelry that he wore on his forelegs. They were all bracelets of varying styles and colors, though most were silver and gold. He figured that it was a classy look, something that broadcasted his power to the world.

The bracelets shifted over his dark fur and occasionally clinked together as he walked slowly. He kept his ears and eyes peeled for any possible threats in his field of vision, a habit he had adopted when he had joined his family's gang. You could never let your guard down, especially not in a place fraught with danger.

Something had caught his attention - the [u]rapid[/u] blooming of vibrant flora. This raised a brow for the hellhound, who had frankly never seen a thing like it. Was this chick some sort of flower-whisperer or something? Lucky locked his hardened gaze onto the lioness and held his head high, dwarfing her by an easy two-and-a-half feet. Grunting in his deep, accented voice, he questioned, [glow=black,1,400]"You're on Pitt territory. Who are you?"[/glow] Quite the friendly one, wasn't he? Then again, Lucky was never one to mess around and waste any more time than was necessary. He didn't have all day, and she probably didn't either. It would be beneficial to both parties if she stated her business here quickly and clearly.