A sinister figure enters the local, smelling like hell, and looking like hell too crossing at fast pace the local, heading to the bar itself.....
beer please and while the nervous waiter headed to attend the demand, the man stared at the room, enjoying the sight of the prostitutes, but discarding the idea to ask, he knew how he was smelling... then stared, having funny of the "spectacle" of that, obviously just awoken drunkard that still had problems to stand up... seemed for him the most funny thing he saw in few days...
PFfffffffffffffffffhhhhhhh (attempting to not laugh)
*A near empty Le Baron settled Vulpe as he held his glass, the mellow tune keeping him calm despite all the problems facing him in his position of power. A slight sigh escapes his worn muzzle as the sound of clatter sounded near the stage, giving an ear full turn in the direction. His head turned slightly as he noticed a new band manning the stage, making assorted chatter and rough tunes from their instruments. After several minutes of light practice, Vulpe returned to his drink, pausing the moment as he heard the light twang of a guitar, and the sounding of vocals*
~Nature nurture heaven and home ~ Sum of all and by them driven ~ To conquer every mountain shown ~ But I've never crossed the river ~....~ Brave the forest, brave the stone ~ Brave the icy winds and fire ~ Braved and beat them on my own ~ Yet I'm helpless by the river~
*Vulpe's body slowly turned as his attention turned towards the music, its deep melody seeming to open a wound within his soul, the pressure and tension within his short life so far that was brought to him*
~Angel, angel what have I done ~ I faced the quakes, the wind, the fire ~ I've conquered country, crown, and throne ~ Why can't I cross this river ~....~ Angel, angel what have I done ~ I faced the quakes, the wind, the fire ~ I've conquered country, crown, and throne ~ Why can't I cross this river ~
*Vulpe began to feel a tug within his heart as his mind began to race, scenes of his first views into life...His relentless training...The pains of failure from his master du Sable...His praise upon his first kill*
~Pay no mind to the battles you've won ~ It'll take a lot more than rage and muscle ~ Open your heart and hands my son ~ Or you'll never make it over the river ~....~ It'll take a lot more than words and guns ~ A whole lot more than riches and muscle ~ The hands of many must join as one ~ And together we'll cross the river~
*His mind shifted to other events...The meeting of his other self in Sirius...His first feelings of compassion to another person...The death of his fellow comrades at Djion...His bleeding paws as he swore an oath to his motionless lord laying in his coma*
~It'll take a lot more than words and guns ~ A whole lot more than riches and muscle ~ The hands of many must join as one ~ And together we'll cross the river*
*A deep sigh escaped his lips as his body reacted to the slowly fading tune of the band, his head beginning to droop as his eyes closed for a moment...and a tear fell from his face, clenching his drink a little tighter ontop of the bar*
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005