Displaced Feb 25, 2020 23:15:17 GMT
Post by Nero on Feb 25, 2020 23:15:17 GMT
Shit had hit the fan. The mother fucking fan. Nero didn’t quite know how to take it, didn’t know how to process it all. He knew one thing with absolute certainty though. He was pissed. His home had been taken. Anyone he’d managed to care about had been displaced and hurt. Juno had taken over, which, admittedly did not surprise him. After their small bit of payback that they had given, he had known that she’d had leadership capabilities. He had no qualms about it. But then… as long as they had a boss that did something in terms of payback, Nero was content. His ears flicked back. What were they to do? Had he made a mistake by moving away from the rest? Did they think he had abandoned them?
No, he felt for sure they didn’t. But… perhaps it would not look the best. They were in crisis. And he had vanished. He’d just needed some time, just a few hours, perhaps a day. He winced slightly, pausing, raising his head to look around. The smell of salt hung in the air, and the weather managed to magnify the shit-poor mood. It was rainy, and there was a chill in the air, and the wind rolling in from the water only made that chill worse. A scowl kept itself painted upon his features. It didn’t get made better by the fact that his brother and other dogs had gone a mission the day before. He hadn’t heard any news in terms of that, which… he figured would happen either later, or perhaps even the next day.
Everything was shit.
He didn’t know what to do.
He didn’t know how to handle any of it.
Was there any way to truly do it?
He paused, paws sinking into the sand a little now that he had stopped moving. A slight breeze pulled the scent of another dog to his nose. A slight sense of anxiety touched him, which after a second dissipated. It was not a Yardie. He hadn’t been somehow followed; he wasn’t going to be ambushed. As far as he knew. He could hope, at least. Either way, a small growl rumbled in his throat, annoyance touching him. He wanted to be alone. Not bothered with some fucker. But it seemed that that wasn’t going to be the course of the day. ’Why the fuck would it, at this point? Everything’s gone to fuckin’ shit anyway,’ he thought. He kept walking, so close to slipping into the small town that he remembered was called Cliffside Ridge, houses beginning to rise up out of the rain-gloom. That was the name, right, Cliffside Ridge? He believed so. It didn’t matter, anyhow. Maybe he would outwalk the other dog, whoever they were, and manage to avoid the interaction.