[centre][h1][b][color=lightgray] Dog [/color][/b][/h1][/centre]
[hr][color=lightgray][i][b]The orphanage
An hour after the Old mans death[/b][/i][/color]
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A shiver ran through Dog as Mary spoke, a single bead of sweat running down his back like a cold finger on his spine, causing the young man to grit his teeth into an even bigger grimace then he held before. The stench of death still lingered in his memory, the disgust it brought about mingling with the other acrid feelings, sorrow, anger, fear, to leave a swirling pit in his stomach that sickened him to his core. His hand had begun to shake since the Old mans passing, a noticeable sign of his distress, so he crossed them over his chest to cease the movement, propping his back up against the wall of the dining hall as he listened in.

He frowned in thought at Mary's plea, life outside the Asylum was hell, had been hell, and was not something Dog looked forward to seeing again, as he would undoubtedly have to. With the Old mans death, the fragile tranquility of the Asylum would coming tumbling down as the waves of chaos come crashing in to tear this place asunder. Something in Dog had urged him to run, to take off like a thief in the night and seek some other refuge from the coming storm, but the Old mans last words lingered and had begun to take root in Dogs mind. [i]Be there for each other.[/i] And here he would be.

[color=007236]"Fear is the only thing these gangs understand so we should show them we are something to be feared."[/color]

Dog pushed himself off the wall and marched forward til he stood behind the younger boy, giving him a good cuff around the side of the head at his suggestion.

[color=lightgray]"And would you be taking responsibility for the little ones who'll get caught up in all this violence? 'Cos mark my words, there'd be no reprieve for any of us if we strike out at Stalwart, or any of 'em gangs for that matter."[/color] He growled menacingly, whilst locking Sarus with a stern gaze. Most everyone had a gift it was true, some quite blessed that they might stand a chance against one or two of Stalwarts goons, but the discrepancy in experience was what irked Dog about Sarus and his suggestion. They were just kids after all.

Dog attempted to hold his gaze for a moment more before softening his look, he had been too harsh, and it wasn't quite like him to lash out, let alone speak out in front of so many others. He attributed this to his grief over the Old man. [color=lightgray]"Look, I know that you're just trying to do right by us, but we can't rush into this."[/color] He added, clasping the other boy on the shoulder briefly, as a sign of camaraderie. In all honesty Dog was tired, he wanted this night to end, to awake to a new day in hopes their worries would just melt away with the morning.