- Influence
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Rain.
Of course it had to be raining.
The dark clouds loomed over the harbor this sleepy morning as if the skies itself was not ready to face the day, the heavy rainfall striking the town practically inviting most beasts to stay home instead of braving out into the cold and damp world. Unfortunately Nikolas was not one who was gifted with the option of staying home. He patrolled down his normal route, one that navigated throughout the putrid streets of the Slups. The tight streets illuminated only by the dim light that broke through the clouds as the rain gave these roads the closest thing to a cleaning it has had in years. The murky brown water rushing down the muddy roads carried god knows what smashed into the badger's leather boots leaving a unpleasant discolorations and filth he had grown accustomed to seeing every patrol. This was just a normal day out in the Slups. At least the rain was covering up the smell for once.
He walked through the ever winding paths of this massive shantytown. As the frigid ocean rain poured down his dark colored uniform the fogey quietly thanked the stars for the rain as he has yet to have seen another beast on these streets for the past hour. Nobody far to dunk in the morning wandering about, no beasts trying to bribe him or berate him. This morning had been something he had dreamed of having ever since he first got put on this rotten patrol route thanks to his mouth perhaps today will be the day he finally will be able to get a coffee from that little shop down by the waterfront. Yet just as the thought crossed his mind he looked to right down a alley and saw something that made him freeze on the spot.
There propped up against a wall sat a wildcat dressed in very fine silk clothing, dead!
Of course it had to be raining.
The dark clouds loomed over the harbor this sleepy morning as if the skies itself was not ready to face the day, the heavy rainfall striking the town practically inviting most beasts to stay home instead of braving out into the cold and damp world. Unfortunately Nikolas was not one who was gifted with the option of staying home. He patrolled down his normal route, one that navigated throughout the putrid streets of the Slups. The tight streets illuminated only by the dim light that broke through the clouds as the rain gave these roads the closest thing to a cleaning it has had in years. The murky brown water rushing down the muddy roads carried god knows what smashed into the badger's leather boots leaving a unpleasant discolorations and filth he had grown accustomed to seeing every patrol. This was just a normal day out in the Slups. At least the rain was covering up the smell for once.
He walked through the ever winding paths of this massive shantytown. As the frigid ocean rain poured down his dark colored uniform the fogey quietly thanked the stars for the rain as he has yet to have seen another beast on these streets for the past hour. Nobody far to dunk in the morning wandering about, no beasts trying to bribe him or berate him. This morning had been something he had dreamed of having ever since he first got put on this rotten patrol route thanks to his mouth perhaps today will be the day he finally will be able to get a coffee from that little shop down by the waterfront. Yet just as the thought crossed his mind he looked to right down a alley and saw something that made him freeze on the spot.
There propped up against a wall sat a wildcat dressed in very fine silk clothing, dead!
