Posts by THUNDERBOLT

"...Yeah. So have I." His entire adolescence was one big mistake. If he had just fought back and retaliated against those upright-walking cucks, he wouldn't have been separated from his family. He wouldn't have been such a disgrace to his protective father and good-natured mother. I could've been anything, and I became an actor, a slave. Jesus. Snapping back to reality, Thunderbolt shook his head a bit before another cloud escaped past his black lips. "Well, whatever you're gonna do, I'll wish ya good luck wit' it. Really."

"Guess that's fine too. Lay low, relax, let it all pass by," he droned, moving his brown cranium a bit in an odd swaying motion as he spoke. When times were hard, you'd find yourself feeling like you're stuck between a rock and a hard place. Thunderbolt understood that. It was an uncomfortable period of vulnerability and uncertainty. Seeing that he was a newcomer and unfamiliar with the Sanctuary's political state, the German Shepherd wondered how DarkClan stood with them. "DarkClan... Are they allies or somethin'? Make frequent visits or anythin'? Just to clarify."

Though the canine was a semi-religious man, he was sure that rituals wouldn't play a great role in his life...at all. Especially with smoke and fire and all that cal. Despite wanting to be some kind of vigilante and maybe a paranormal investigator, he also wasn't the most interesting specimen out there. Occasionally he got pissed off, but never extremely upset or mad or psychotic. He tried to bottle up his emotions and put on a mask of hospitality and charisma for his Clanmates and friends. He was just a country-raised dog who liked to smoke and explore. In the end, that's what it all boiled down to. Nothing much to see here.

The commotion of tumbling and shocked curses had taken him by surprise, and he nearly dropped his lit cigarette abruptly stopping himself. What the hell was that? Thunderbolt whipped around, his muscles tensed, but he let a relieved huff escape his throat as only the scent of another Sanctuary member could be in view—a younger creature, perhaps a child. This was a familiar form, but not very familiar. Probably saw them around in the camp. "'Ey, 'ey, you alright over there?" the canine called out, rushing towards Enzo's dark form to see what exactly caused all that noise.

"Ah, okay. Just checkin'." So they wouldn't be expecting random encounters from that alleged ex-wife, unless she'd go out of her way to mess with Project and hurt him. Thunderbolt had already been a bodyguard before, once for a pregnant female he took a liking to, but it seemed as if the hybrid male wouldn't need any help on this. The last thing he wanted happening was for him to accidentally stumble into a ring of trouble all because he wanted to step in and defend a Clanmate. Sometimes people just had to fight their own battles.

A spy? As in, Agent 007 spy or what? Now he was really interested. The canine seemed to straighten his posture at that remark, a new glimmer in his dark eyes. "Spy? What'cha mean by spy? Goin' around and seein' who's who or what?"