08-18-2013, 07:37 PM
Another month, another moot, and once again he is there, the sore thumb of sore thumbs. This time, as they all gather together, it is a long legged, slender bodied lupus-form Afro Daddy with his shaggy mane of asphalt colored fur who paws at the ground anxiously, growling in unison with the chant as they all gathered. He had his eyes, dark as alleyways sweeping the crowd. He was not new anymore. He was not a stranger here. He tilts his head back this time and howls, Rage and frustration, and perhaps a little extra determination now.