05-11-2021, 07:34 PM
[glow=white,1,400]I'M LOSING MY MIND TODAY ! — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]
Given everything that was going on, Dante was understandably spending a lot of time by himself; more than usual, that is, anyway. His clanmates clearly didn't appreciate his rather offensive personality, preferring to fight first and ask questions later - save for maybe Jormungand and maybe Sweeney (depending on the circumstances). Ironically, there was only one place within The Pitt's territory where Dante felt home and it was the Ashen City.
This was where he and Yes Man built The Pitt, only for it to be destroyed by The Typhoon. Back at a time when The Pitt had been feared, respected. Like he said to Gael, Dante had loyalty to the group - not to individuals, and certainly not individuals who prefer to be passive with groups who are supposed to be enemies. Dante walked through the burnt city, cigarette in his mouth as he trudged along. Some needed time to himself, since others were clearly going to be up his ass for no reason.
[member=3123]vale[/member] [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]
This was where he and Yes Man built The Pitt, only for it to be destroyed by The Typhoon. Back at a time when The Pitt had been feared, respected. Like he said to Gael, Dante had loyalty to the group - not to individuals, and certainly not individuals who prefer to be passive with groups who are supposed to be enemies. Dante walked through the burnt city, cigarette in his mouth as he trudged along. Some needed time to himself, since others were clearly going to be up his ass for no reason.
[member=3123]vale[/member] [glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]