10-01-2010, 03:12 PM
Panzer finished his nightly routine, spinning the massive combination lock shut on his safe.
"We're not pulling in a major profit", he sighed wearily, "but we aren't losing any money. The place is fairly stable financially."
He got up stiffly, taking his apron off and hanging it up on a coatrack, and shut the lights off. The dim light of the smouldering coals in the fireplace provided enough light for him to navigate his way to the stairs down, and headed into the basement. He opened a door on one side of the basement, revealing his personal quarters. They were nice, furnished in soft leather and nice hardwood, with deep red carpet on the floor. A few pictures were hung on the walls. One of them in particular was a younger Panzer with a light tan german shepheress, with three cubs in front of them. He looked different in the picture, he looked happier. Panzer ignored the picture as he emptied his pockets onto a table in the living room, and sat down to remove his shoes.
******
Adalwulf glanced over at Foria.
"You okay there?" he asked, as they stood in front of two massive, ornate doors, flanked on either side by a heavily armed guard. The two guards saluted him as he knocked twice on the door.
A tall, elder wolf stepped out, it was Diesel.
"Can I help you?" he asked in his deep, battle-worn voice.
"I have someone here that wishes to speak with Stripes." Adalwulf replied, gesturing to Foria.
"I'll see if she's free." Diesel said simply, as he left the doorway.
******
Duke smiled up at her, his tail thumping wearily against his bed, as he closed his eyes.
"We're not pulling in a major profit", he sighed wearily, "but we aren't losing any money. The place is fairly stable financially."
He got up stiffly, taking his apron off and hanging it up on a coatrack, and shut the lights off. The dim light of the smouldering coals in the fireplace provided enough light for him to navigate his way to the stairs down, and headed into the basement. He opened a door on one side of the basement, revealing his personal quarters. They were nice, furnished in soft leather and nice hardwood, with deep red carpet on the floor. A few pictures were hung on the walls. One of them in particular was a younger Panzer with a light tan german shepheress, with three cubs in front of them. He looked different in the picture, he looked happier. Panzer ignored the picture as he emptied his pockets onto a table in the living room, and sat down to remove his shoes.
******
Adalwulf glanced over at Foria.
"You okay there?" he asked, as they stood in front of two massive, ornate doors, flanked on either side by a heavily armed guard. The two guards saluted him as he knocked twice on the door.
A tall, elder wolf stepped out, it was Diesel.
"Can I help you?" he asked in his deep, battle-worn voice.
"I have someone here that wishes to speak with Stripes." Adalwulf replied, gesturing to Foria.
"I'll see if she's free." Diesel said simply, as he left the doorway.
******
Duke smiled up at her, his tail thumping wearily against his bed, as he closed his eyes.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
