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    Breakout know he hadn't been much around lately, but he hadn't really felt for it. Odd thing coming from him but with all shit going on in the exiles and after he had suddenly lost Ladon the assassin hadn't cared much for anything else then to found the bastard how had haunted his friend. Things seemed to be looking up though, he might not have found that bastard yet but had recently got a visit from Ladon in a complete new body to reveal himself to be all safe and sound. That had kicked him a bit on a better mood although that had made him spent alot of his time hanging out with his friend, neglecting all of his duties both here and in the exiles. Breakout didn't care much about the exiles though, not now when Trash had gone up in smoke, an other thing that had striken him and been the reason of him drawing himself away from the public eye. It just hurt to lose an other family member, to get left behind once again. He really had a shitty luck when it come to the matter of family and blood. It was really pulling him down to think about all times he had been let down at this point.


    But hey, at least he had Ladon and Softvelvet, the two people that mattered the most for him in this entier world, the two that was the reason for him to keep up on his feets, to get him out from his bed every single fucking day. As long he had the two felt like he not needed anybody else. The two where the only family he had how not had abandoned him this far, to have made him feel used or just a tool in thier own selfish games. Having them was enough for him. That was also why he needed to get his ass out more again and help this kingdom out more because he know how much this place meant for Sofie. The last thing he wanted was to be a shitty boyfriend to him. Not had his time away being all in complete waste though. He had already mentioned in the past he had been working on something to help Dark Dynasty out in future battles that might come towards thier enemies. He hadn't stop working his ass on that one and finally he was finished. For over three months(?) with alot of work and being up hella late at night the peer now returned back to camp with a pushcart he dragged behind him and in it lay alot of weapons, weapons he had crafted and made all by himself. During his time in the cartel had been in the arms division there he had learned how to make weapons. So he had used his talent and skills to make something that would help Dark Dynasty out to defend themself as well to strike thier enemies with.


    " Oi!, look what the wolf have dragged in!, or maybe santa claus have come early this year." he called out and come to a stop, sweat running down him a bit as it had been heavy to pull the pushcart over here but hey it had been worth it. Hopefully his cute boyfriend would show up as well, he had made something extra special to him after all. But until people arrived he wouldn't explain what was going on or what he had for plans up there in his head. That would be a bit of a suprise, huh?.


    // oooh, i finally found some muse for Break guys c':

    Softvelvet had missed Breakout and perhaps that was a grand understatement. He knew he was split between the Exiles and his other home here, with him and the Dynasty. He guessed his boyfriend had simply been busier in the Exiles, but he'd most of all missed snuggling up to him while he slept. So upon hearing Breakout's voice echo through his home, the catsune was up and on his paws in an instant. With rose colored eyes brimming with a happiness that had yet been recorded for an lengthy amount of time, the Patriarch would approach his tall boyfriend with an big smile on his face. "I'm glad to see you've come home, Cadillac," The Agrelosian would purr and only paused to look over the sweaty hellhound with a bit of amusement glinting in his eyes. "It seems you've been working hard as well - you've shaped up."


    Softvelvet remembered some time ago that Breakout wanted to help the Dark Dynasty out for whenever they rallied against their enemies. He had initially wondered what that meant or what Breakout would do but it seems abundantly clear to him now as he turns his gaze onto the cart full of deadly weaponry. "Color me pleasantly surprised, Break! Where did you get all of this?" He inquires, his tails swishing behind him in excited anticipation.

    She was already on her way when she heard the male's voice, but when he said Santa Claus had come early, she high-tailed it over to where she heard the voice. Even though she had never experienced the holiday called Christmas, she had heard stories about the Santa creature who would bring gifts.


    The kitsune skidded to a stop, almost bumping into Softvelvet when she saw the two of them. Catching her breath, she took a step closer with a confused expression on her face.


    "What are those?" she inquired, padding over so that she could put her front two paws on the side of the pushcart. They gleamed in the light, and smelled like metal. She stuck her nose down to sniff it, intrigued by the objects.

       

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    Pale ears swiveled forward as a voice that Glitteringgold recognized as belonging to Breakout reached him. What was all the fuss about? The feline awkwardly hauled himself onto three functional dainty white paws, the fourth suspended above the ground in a cast, and limped over to the canine. A quizzical expression morphed onto his angular features as his golden gaze wandered to the cart behind him, which was teaming with various weapons. His knowledge of weapons was insultingly meager, for he relied on his claws and powers in battle, but they appeared to be hand crafted. "Where did you get these from?" he echoed a question that had already been uttered by Softvelvet, picking up a sword from the pile and studying it through squinted eyes. "Very nice."