The Beginning and The End

 
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Ghost // Di Trieste Initiation 1/3 // MD
Ghost // Di Trieste Initiation 2/3 // MD
Ghost // Di Trieste Initiation 3/3 // MD

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---------------------------------------------------------------Even a loner eventuallys needs company ---------------------------------------------------------------

And as much as he hated to admit it, Ghost was craving what instinct demanded. Simply scavanging amongst the mongrels and low-lives just wouldn't cut it forever. It was, a temporarily nice get away, that much he could admit. But it was high time he got a bit of a better meal than scuffling through trash cans. Though, more than anything, what he saught in company was a cozy place to sleep, to not feel as though he had to sleep with one eye open. To escape his wandering
mind. To feel... at home.

Truth be told, he honestly wasn't even sure if finding a pack would be the void filler. For all he knew it'd only make things worse. But fuck, it was worth a shot.

His wandering paws soon led him to waters edge, the ocean out in the distance. A wrecked ship, and a ragid hotel. His eyes simply rolled at the scene, immediate assumtion being humans plagued the land, like they did everywhere else. However.. As he krept closer, blood was noted stained against the earth, piss riddled the land. Marked and claimed
by his own kind. Oh god what a relief!

Despite the pleasure that was corsing through him, Ghost remained the dull thing he was. Lingering toward the scene rather than bounding in excitement. Pfft. Gray-scale beast traced the fencing, spotting a broken hole in the corner. He squeezed himself through, but.. Before he managed to even turn and take a peak around, a large figure had loomed
into his peripherals and confronted him. Head twirled, and silver gaze settled on the figure. Taking him in, and noting off any defining traits.

He was thick yet lanky, fairly taller. Thin and scraggly. This was the Trieste boss, Vincent. His voice, gruff and demeaning, scorned out to the 'intruder'. "Who are you, and what business have you sneaking in here?" Vincent spoke not so kindly.

Would this be the end of him all together, or just the end of his wretched past..


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