Someone's gotta keep me up, no? - Joining

[SirDio]

I think I'll burn myself to the ground,
Pile up the ashes and walk the whole world 'round.

The young husky seemed to sway stupidly toward the border, bottle of whiskey held closely to his lips as he kissed it again and tilted up. Disappointment shined in in his bi-colored eyes as he shook the bottle. "Eah, Piss. Out of it again. Motherfucker." The husky went to throw it but stopped, lips peeled in a tired snarl. "Don't throw it, you dumb fucking drunk. No one wants an empty whiskey bottle on their front porch. ... Well, no one wants a drunken fuck like me on they're front porch so what good does that fucking do me, eh, father?" Still, he lowered the bottle and simply swayed on his paws, looking at the swamp. "Bloo'y fuck'in 'Ell, is it actually gettin' warmer? Or does this swamp still got snow? Fuckin' hell, winter, leave and let me sweat my fuckin' fur off." he groaned, then realized the heavy scent of a group.

"Mhhhfuck.. Well, I do need a good drink. And a place to commit to - that's what father always fuckin said. 'Find yourself a home and make yourself a commitment, secure the Khrest family and keep it going.' Then he fuckin dies on his bed and leaves me. Alone. Fucking-god-damnit." he swung the bottle against his head for a moment, then, for the slightest moment, sobers himself. "My name is Trevor Khrest, head of the Khrest family and in need of a place to drink, rest, and stay."

— Reggan