Post by Fen on Jan 3, 2014 16:33:52 GMT -6
put on your war paint
you are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down
strike a match and i'll burn you to the ground
strike a match and i'll burn you to the ground
The music and sounds from the market were so loud in his ears as he trotted down the pathways in front of shops and market stalls. Done with business for the day, he decided to stop and find him a bite to eat before heading back to Church and Wallace. A half-eaten hotdog was clenched in his teeth as he walked, looking for a suitable place to stop and finish his meal. An empty spot between market stalls looked like as good of a place as any, and he hurried toward it.
He sat down, and began to eat the rest of the hotdog as his eyes watched the crowd of humans and dogs in front of him. He'd turned a pretty good profit today, having a few of his closer people lend their skills for some escort services. He was slowly climbing, his name getting around a bit better than before, especially after people saw what h did to those who didn't pay the piper.
Crowley had broken both hind paws on a pit just the other day for what he would consider chump change. A desperate wife had come to him with their life savings, and Crowley graciously accepted it, and sent her on her way. In this world, there's no room for favors. Crowley got his payment, and he agreed to leave the pit's family alone, and he did. Crowley wasn't keen on kicking a dead horse.
He finished his hotdog and settled into a laying position as the sun warmed his fur. He closed his eyes against the rays and it wasn't long before he was napping. He wasn't worried about getting jumped. A few of his people were always lurking about in the shadows.
