Thread: You Are Mine Alone, You Are Ours To Take ((Spirits and TheCrowsGirl))

You talk about vengeance. Is vengeance going to bring your son back to you or my boy to me? I forgo the vengeance of my son. But my youngest son had to leave this country because of this Sollozzo business. So now I have to make arraignments to bring him back safely cleared of all these false charges.... Then I'm going to blame some of the people in this room... and that, I do not forgive. But, that aside, let say that I swear, on the souls of my grandchildren, that I will not be the one to break the peace we have made here today. ...Interesting movie , recalled the Don of the Siglinore family, it was rather fascinating seeing the human parallel of his world, or rather the human chapter in the early twenties and thirties where the mob reigned supreme. Unlike today, sure he had authority now a days, but it wasn't as strong anymore as his father put it... It wasn't as though his dearly departed father was alive back then, he simply wasn't , but he lived in fear of it..Unaware that in the future...His own son would be ruling over the Siglinore mob... The story of the movie in his opinion was slightly slow, but who was he to judge? He had no place to judge what humans made, even if he personally believed that humans seemed to be prone to fucking shit up... For he was a wendigo, who hid in the guise of a human to not draw attention to himself.. He thought of this, while staring at the city background while he sat within his car, being driven by a trusted ally. A black car. Simply said. They were driving over to an associate's place, a small family owned restaurant... He was pissed, by all means. The bastard was skipping out on his payments to him, he requested that he help him, get rid of the competition he had, the don agreed, and in return he would give him a cut every week of their earnings... However as of late, he'd been skipping out. He'd gotten his hands dirty for this son of a bitch and he was being oh so cheeky in skipping out of his payments. It was raining that day, funny. Raining on a late summer day, he frowned as his driver stopped in front of the place. He didn't care about the name of the place, he didn't care if his associate was married...He'd break his fucking neck, tear off and eat it for all he cared. He walked right in, the bell above the door chiming signifying that a customer had come in. He saw his 'associate' shiver as he saw him, dropping a glass he was cleaning, letting it fall to the door and shatter. ...Hey there old friend.... You forget about me? Though this was dramatic...On another side of the city.... Someone else's life was going to change... On the other side of the city, out in the less urbanized part of the concrete jungle, was a house that was midway into flat out country... Hidden by the vast amount of oak trees, there sat a small old-timey house. His home was old, quite old, there was nothing particularly significant about it aside from it being painted black rather than white as most country oriented homes would be expected to be. Xeres Sangino, a recently divorced novelist, was the owner of said house, he lived there with his two daughters... his two daughters, he honestly was not entirely close to them, ever since he divorced their mother, the elder sister turned completely aggressive towards him and....he honestly didn't know what the younger daughter thought of him. The elder sister said he never loved her mother, and that wasn't true, it was just complicated, it was...she didn't understand at all....by all means. He was eating lunch alone, his elder daughter was out while the younger daughter was home but she didn't say a thing to him... He didn't even know if she remembered he was there. It was pretty tragic to him, he was a well built wolf anthro in his prime, muscular, fearsome, but quite a good father... even though his daughters probably didn't think so.