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the times they are a-changin' - open.
« on: January 08, 2019, 03:37:42 PM »
・゚✧ Well, just their fuckin' luck. As if this whole cluster-fuck of drama wasn't already crap enough, the ever-so-kind Mother Nature wanted to piss buckets of rain on the group as well. Stormy weather in the middle of winter? Yeah, Silas was surprised there weren't icicles hanging off his pointy nose at this point. And, as for you, Great Mother - stop raining all over the fuckin' parade; Silas wanted to at least enjoy the fleeting moment of freedom he was feeling. Besides, he was now a man on the run. Let him live a little!

Instead, he scowled, slowing to a halt as the group approached the banks of a river. "As if we're gonna cross this. No fuckin' way." He hissed under his breath, gently placing his hand on Riley's head and guiding him forwards to stand closer to his side. With an almost permanent sneer on his face, he glanced over to the rest of the group, though it was still dark, only the moon and stars illuminating their faces. "I think we should set up camp for the night... We'll wing it tomorrow. Dunno, maybe we can follow the river and see where that takes us. We got nothin' to lose I guess." He shrugged, very quickly taking on the leadership role that he most definitely should not be taking on. Yet, without any leadership, the overpowering and stormy man was very quick to use the lack of authority for granted.

Was this a good example to set for his kid? Nope. But, Silas wasn't a dad - he was just a father. 

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