12-25-2018, 01:32 AM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]
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Lucky had gone through his fair share of social interaction while growing up in a tight-knit pack of hellhounds. From play-fighting with the other pups in his youth to combat training with fellow thugs to reveling in the spoils of a successful raid, he had known every name and face of the members of his pack. After all, they were all family in one way or another. However, not everything had ended so happily. Lucky’s connection to his family, which had been thought to be unwavering, had been severed in a matter of days. In the end, he had turned his back on them and had fled the city. His city. The streets he had once been destined to rule.
A feline’s gutteral roar had pierced his aural senses, alerting him to someone’s presence standing at the Pitt’s border. Lucky approached the tiger without a word, although large paws thudded on the sandy floor. The towering five-foot canine laid eyes on the stranger, and once he had come within earshot, he grunted simply, [glow=black,1,400]"What?"[/glow] As in “what do you want?”, but Lucky was one to get straight to the point. If this male wasn’t a complete dumbass, he would know what he meant. His muscles remained slightly tender, ready to take action if the tiger decided to make a move on him.
Lucky had gone through his fair share of social interaction while growing up in a tight-knit pack of hellhounds. From play-fighting with the other pups in his youth to combat training with fellow thugs to reveling in the spoils of a successful raid, he had known every name and face of the members of his pack. After all, they were all family in one way or another. However, not everything had ended so happily. Lucky’s connection to his family, which had been thought to be unwavering, had been severed in a matter of days. In the end, he had turned his back on them and had fled the city. His city. The streets he had once been destined to rule.
A feline’s gutteral roar had pierced his aural senses, alerting him to someone’s presence standing at the Pitt’s border. Lucky approached the tiger without a word, although large paws thudded on the sandy floor. The towering five-foot canine laid eyes on the stranger, and once he had come within earshot, he grunted simply, [glow=black,1,400]"What?"[/glow] As in “what do you want?”, but Lucky was one to get straight to the point. If this male wasn’t a complete dumbass, he would know what he meant. His muscles remained slightly tender, ready to take action if the tiger decided to make a move on him.
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