calling a claim

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Fog. A dreary fog. Early morning fog at that. The gray cloud, so thick, it was hard to see, well, hard to see in the darker areas of the shadows. The fog, was not unnatural, for this hour of the day. Well, night, morning, what ever one wished to call it. The unnatural thing, well, not necessarily unnatural, but unusual thing about this pre dawn weather? With fog hovering over the ground, and acting as if it would not move, there was an equally eerie cloud, looming ominously above the city. No lightning had occurred from this storm yet, no, not a clap of thunder, no blinding flashes. There, though, was the steady drizzle. If the droplets weren't so icy cold, one could possibly think, the uncomfortable dampness was being caused by the overwhelming amount of fog hanging around. This day, held a strong promise, for a dark, and, well, very overcast day. Dawn, was merely an hour or so away. This time of day, the deep black of the night sky, should have been giving way to lighter shades of gray, but no, not on this particular morning. It was a dark around the city, as if it was midnight. It was slightly uncommon for a spring night, to be so, dark, wet and cold. Yes, there was chill in the air, perhaps, because of the fog, and the steady rain droplets collaborating. When the sun rose, the fog, would slowly dissipate, but the looming, coal black clouds, would probably hang around for the remainder of the day, keeping the city in shadows.

There was one, perhaps, not the only one, but one of the very few, who was not bothered, in the least, by the cold, uncomfortable atmosphere of this day. Oh, I am not saying that on any day with rain, this gent would be parading through the streets of the city, oh quite the contrary actually. The gent of mention, hardly found himself out and about on the damp days. He didn't much fancy the feeling, of heavy, wet, and of course, cold fur, pressing to him. He didn't like the unruly stiff angles his tir-colored fur would sick up in, as he slowly dried out. Oh no, there wasn't much that he ddespised more than a wetting. This day, though, nothing. No, not a single thing on this earth, nothing mother nature, and the souls that held up in this entire city, could stop him. Nothing could keep him from his duties. Oh, what was on the plate for the male today? Oh, well, you will be finding out soon enough loves.

The roads of the human made cement, and tar, were slick, providing no grip what so ever, for a large canine's sharp talons, as he stalked, slowly up the soft, muddy shoulders of the human's highways, that lead into of the town. No, Nixon wasn't fond of this mess but it didn't bother him all that much, not this time. The fog, made it nearly impossible to see very far in front of one's self and over all much of travel, well, let's just say, would be discouraged. Well now, the one crazy one of the city, he was out here.. here, getting dampened to the core of his very being. Putting up with the un-seasonally cold conditions of the spring morning. What drove the large carrot and ivory gent on? Well, it was a number of things you see, a number of things, that shall be touched upon in due time. Deep inside of the Toller. There was an ever blazing fire. A fire, that needed to be fueled constantly. By what may you ask? Well, the essentials, only. Well the essentials, to a gent like Nixon. Power, Respect, and well, just for kicks, he could take in a nice rape too. Oh, and this was just to keep him content. Keep him, from slipping into boredom. Oh, boredom, was something that was not good with Nixon. Well, here's a wee bit of a clue as to why it is not a good idea to let this rich orange and crème gent slip into that certain frame of mind. He, when bored, tended to seek out, something to keep him entertained, and well, things that could keep him entertained, could well, perhaps, repulse some. Watching a good fight.. oh, anything with violence without him being really involved would do really, as long, as there was blood shed. Oh, what point is there to a fight, without the loss of blood, hey, the loss of a life was okay too, really, just make it incrusting.

His damp frame slid in front of a very old building his light chasms turned gleefully upon it's empty state. His.. it was all his no matter what. Even if he ended up having to fight for it, this run down restaurant of the past was his and no one else would dare stand in his way if they knew what was best for them. Craning his powerful and damp cranium to the heavens he cut loose a belting song towards the dark early morning skies. The clouds and fog to be his wittiness.. this pack was now his.

[athy admin.]

claim accepted [ofcourse].
i just need a pack name, if you please. :]

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