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    ALL HE INVESTED IN GOES STRAIGHT TO HELL

    WAKESCOTT, BIOGRAPHY & PLOTTING THREAD

    Coming here was a bad idea. This was a horrible idea. He knew it was. Yet Wakescott pressed into the thick jungle regardless, icy blue eyes narrowed and head hung low to push through thick foliage. Wakescott was a city dog, albeit the criminal underbelly of the city: but what that meant was the smooth collie was accustomed to everything being close. Food, enemies, humans, his demons. But the wilderness did not have his vice, his addiction. No, he had to actively go in search of them instead of play "friendly stray" to tweakers willing to prod him with needles. He didn't need anybody knowing of his activities, not that he was particularly around in the Knights of Eden: but part of that was intentional, now that Wakescott planned on living what was essentially a second life. He didn't know the proper names of the fluids he so desperately craved, nor their origin: perhaps it was best that Wake did not know what he was destroying his body with. He just knew that he needed them.


    Pacing the border was a purebred smooth collie littered with milky scars, wearing a line into the forest floor flora as he padded in the same short line. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The sable canine had his head hung low, piercing blue eyes fixed down as he muttered quietly to himself. "Relax. Take a deep breath. This'll be easy. Just fucking relax Wakescott, God FUCKING damnit you're going to ruin everything if you keep doing this."

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    "U-Uhm... are you okay?"


    A weak, small, and most notably tired accented voice rose up from the foliage before the purebred. The small hybrid canine stepped from the foliage, his pale azure gaze seemingly glinting with vague worry. A warm and minuscule smile played upon his soft countenance as he stepped further into the light that filtered through the jungle's canopy. The coydog had inclined his head to the side a bit cutely, his tail wagging slowly behind him. The hybrid was rather small, and so he had to turn his gaze upwards onto Wakescott. His gaze had followed the pacing canine and it seemed a little obvious that the guy was more than a little tense at the moment. Ryūsaki could understand fairly well, being anxiety-ridden himself. He felt a wee bit uneasy, however. He couldn't see the guy's face properly as he paced quickly along the border. The male looked a little more than feral to the poor ghoul.


    Ryuu tried to smile a little more, the three scars that dragged along his left cheek crinkling up just slightly. "W-What's your name and, ah, bu-business with the Cartel?" The sweater-vest wearing coydog would inquire meekly, his eyes watching the other carefully.

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    george huffed a small laugh. seems like doubling from the knights to the cartel. he stood next to ryūsaki, considerably taller than the other male and looked at wakescott. "yes, what is it that brings you to the cartel?" george remembers first meeting him in the knighst of eden, and he really needed to talk to this guy, if he was doubling here, it might now be a bad idea to make him his second in command.
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    Eliza, unsurprisingly, had no idea what he was saying. She was still learning a lot about the world after all, she was pretty much a toddler. She never heard swears before, but his muttering seemed to make her nervous. The very young child ducked behind her father, peeking out from behind him bravely to get a good look at him. "What those words mean?' she'd finally speak up, confused by the swears. They didn't sound like happy words, that was for sure. Avoiding Wakescott's gaze and hiding back behind George. Too scared to come out but too curious to leave the scene.