LAST OF THE REAL ONES / capture

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]"Possibly your servitude. Although I wouldn't recommend it." Came the soft voice of the dweller. Quill had brought back a captive and he lifted his head up to look at the large direhound. There was interest there everytime he looked at him and hardly anyone else received the same treatment. Perhaps Levi, but other than that no one. His head tilted to the side as the large beast stepped forward, shifting lightly as he decided to bring little [member=265]Keona.[/member] with him. To get her out and allow for her to have fresh air. After all she was his captive and they had come from the same place as he could smell the Typhoon in the air. This capture benefited Quill, secured his place here and he didn't have to worry about things. Not like the former slave did but he was grateful for Quill. Always would be. A soft smile played on liquor stained lips before he sat down and angled his pink marble colored eyes upon the male then before speaking to Keona. "Keona, do you know him?" Just a simple question, asking for a simple answer as he allowed himself to sit next to Quill, lightly brushing his tail along the larger canine's flank as it curled around himself. He was merely curious of the circumstances that evolved around this capture. Sorry that there had to be sacrifices for someone else to benefit but that was how the world worked in the Pitt. There were always sacrifices.