10-22-2020, 12:52 AM
pills don't help, but it sure is funny! ☆ ☆ ☆
MICHAEL TOWNLEY
THE TYPHOON
DEALER
This was a bad idea, and Michael knew it. The last he had seen of Trygve had been before Michael had attempted to leave The Typhoon, something that had simply been a poor decision all around. Ultimately, he ended up being glad that he had been dragged back by Seapaw and Roxanne. He wasn't sure where he would be now if he had successfully left, but he didn't like to think about it. He was happy now, with his position as dealer, his husband at home with him, and his new children being lovingly watched over in his care. This whole time, however, he had known that he had unfinished business lingering at the back of his mind. He hadn't even given Trygve a proper goodbye, and there was no way that the other knew that he was back – he hadn't heard any news of Ry coming back to visit, not since he had seemingly disappeared. Not only that, but if the other hadn't returned for any kind of visit since then, that meant that he didn't even know about his new cousins, or siblings, or anything else that had happened within The Typhoon for quite some time.
Ultimately, the male knew that he probably wouldn't be well received by Trygve. In fact, he was probably about to be horribly cussed out by the other. Despite this, Michael held a sense of determination in his heart, which was enough to drive him to make the long journey from the Typhoon's island territory to the Pitt's desert one. While he wasn't pregnant anymore, he had still chosen to come in his melanistic coyote form, mainly for the sake of some amount of anonymity. While he would still be introducing himself under his real name, he didn't want anyone who had known him when he had been a member of The Pitt trying to cause shit. Not that any of them were really still alive or around, unbeknownst to him. Either way, it wasn't too long before he eventually arrived at The Pitt's border, bushy tail flicking from side to side behind him as he eventually sat down in the shade of the sparse trees. It was still hot as Hades throughout the Pitt's territory, and no matter what he did, he knew that his dark black pelt was of no help to that particular situation.
Despite not wearing his usual pound of jewelry in his coyote form, Michael still had a few things that made him distinctly recognizable. These included the emerald charm earring that he wore on his right ear, as well as the silver wedding band that sat on his paw. He could only hope that the few trinkets that stuck out wouldn't cause Trygve to try and attack him on sight. Either way, the dealer was willing to take that risk, clearing his throat and calling out into the territory in front of him, "Hello? Is there anyone nearby? My name is Michael Townley-Phillips, and I'm a dealer of The Typhoon. I've come to talk to Tryvge Roux... I'm not here to cause any trouble, trust me." His voice rang out through the trees, higher in pitch than it usually would be. He couldn't really help that, however, considering his coyote form was biologically female.
Ultimately, the male knew that he probably wouldn't be well received by Trygve. In fact, he was probably about to be horribly cussed out by the other. Despite this, Michael held a sense of determination in his heart, which was enough to drive him to make the long journey from the Typhoon's island territory to the Pitt's desert one. While he wasn't pregnant anymore, he had still chosen to come in his melanistic coyote form, mainly for the sake of some amount of anonymity. While he would still be introducing himself under his real name, he didn't want anyone who had known him when he had been a member of The Pitt trying to cause shit. Not that any of them were really still alive or around, unbeknownst to him. Either way, it wasn't too long before he eventually arrived at The Pitt's border, bushy tail flicking from side to side behind him as he eventually sat down in the shade of the sparse trees. It was still hot as Hades throughout the Pitt's territory, and no matter what he did, he knew that his dark black pelt was of no help to that particular situation.
Despite not wearing his usual pound of jewelry in his coyote form, Michael still had a few things that made him distinctly recognizable. These included the emerald charm earring that he wore on his right ear, as well as the silver wedding band that sat on his paw. He could only hope that the few trinkets that stuck out wouldn't cause Trygve to try and attack him on sight. Either way, the dealer was willing to take that risk, clearing his throat and calling out into the territory in front of him, "Hello? Is there anyone nearby? My name is Michael Townley-Phillips, and I'm a dealer of The Typhoon. I've come to talk to Tryvge Roux... I'm not here to cause any trouble, trust me." His voice rang out through the trees, higher in pitch than it usually would be. He couldn't really help that, however, considering his coyote form was biologically female.
☆ ☆ ☆ gimme, gimme some of that vampire money, come on!
— Reggan
— Reggan