.:*☆ GIRLS MAKE BOYS CRY — LUCKY

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]

Lucky knew only one thing, and that was the art of being a criminal. Nabbing unsuspecting victims off the street, dealing them a few blows to the face and bruising them senseless, even snapping necks on command. Anything to please his uncle, the family patriarch. Had it not been for a growing, blooming curiosity about the dark side of his family history, he would have not been where he was today.

The lethal canine swiftly exited dry, desert lands and took cover in the humid undergrowth of the Pittian forest. Large paws trekked among the roots and nooks, weaving around rows of trees and bushes to try and find his way back to the pyramids. Limp, dangling in his jaws was the broken body of a desert-roaming antelope, its black eyes empty, having been violently stripped of its life. Crimson leaked down its neck and stained Lucky's dark muzzle, the stench of blood nearly overwhelming.

Turning around a quick corner, he did not expect to see anyone out here. Alas, there was an unfamiliar face, just casually gathering plants. Although the act of gathering was harmless in itself, his immediate reaction was to drop his catch and bare bloodstained fangs, glowing amber eyes fixed onto the fem. [glow=black,1,400]"Who are you?"[/glow] Growled he, hackles raised and bristling in alarm. Had he known that she had only recently returned to the Pitt, he would have recognized her and moved along.