“please shut up.” — from v.
___ a dog of war, unwaveringly regards an FIA affiliated rat in the shambles of a long - abandoned slice of discarded projects which was now, his kingdom; she was all impulse and bared fangs.
[ Another typical Monday in Dogtown. ] There's not a rock or fuckin' spec of data inside Dogtown that he hadn't sniffed out for, and here was another enny a dozen rat scurrying between the filth and chaos for their slice of fame; weighing her options, testing her luck, testing the waters. He huffs, experienced arrogance shifts with his subtle movements that relayed to the pack of K9's standing tense behind him, waiting to sic. Kurt, did not. A man of controlled restraint with a heavy laden stare weighed judge, jury, and the one with the bigger teeth need only look down at @vihrago with disinterest.
“ It's a fool's choice to not take my gesture of goodwill when I offered, ” he vaguely recalls her in the Black Sapphire, scurrying in with the upper crust as though she had a seat reserved. She did not, not behind these walls.
___ as though he hadn't heard her, he continues on; steadfast in his position that made no qualms of bending to her will, as loud and brash and fucking pathetic as it was. “ That makes you the weak. Disposable. ” He leans back in his seat, non - chalant in this uneven power display. V, was an unknown in this scheme, the kind of target that was just for show for the bigger hand in this stake.
He was not without opportunity for those who crawled his way, not when there were no laws to give her due credit for being the pup with milk - teeth. “ But it's a brave person who chooses to wander back my way. ” He leans forwards; an impassive look bordering on bored.
“ And I can't wait for when an OP goes sideways, and you're lying dead in a ditch with what little credibility you have snuffed and replaced for the next up-and-coming V. Remember, you're not dying for me because I've never liked the runt of the litter. ”