Diary of a Mad beast

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Sweat poured off the almost naked furry body of a strange creature who was known as animal to some yet human to others. Like a strange Clark Kent/Superman combination Dagger Lokipaw lived an odd life of rarely showing his true self. So few saw the real side of the creature who was now tossing and turning like a fish upon land. In his dreams, however, he could hide the truth. No that was where the truth and his past, both things he rarely exposed to those around him except for one or two misguided messed up beings like himself, could still taunt him.

It really should be no surprise that he wasnt so innocent as he played or his life wasnt as humdrum routine as it looked from the outside. He was demonic fuzzball after all, life never was peaches and cream for such life forms. Actually he had a right to be proud of his past and who he had become. In his earlier years he had stood against and beside some of the top mob bosses of Boston and New York, both places he had called home. He was an only child of rich parents, who also were from rich parents, and so on and so on. There's a name for family's like that, Old money I believe it is, yes Dagger came from old money. During his school years he could have gotten into an ivy league college and followed in mumsy and dadsies foot, well paw, steps. His was a long line of demonic wolves, as pure as can be found on this side of the 'pond' although his father was always going on about the ancestors coming over from some European nation that had long since lost it's original name three or four times over. Yet he was a mechanic at a somewhat run down shop about four blocks from Times square. How did he get here? Fate, karma, bad luck, good luck, and perhaps even destiny.

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He awoke at the butt crack of dawn, panting heavily and feeling as tired as when he first crawled into bed. Casually he glanced over his shoulder, a habit he had long gotten into after coming home with strange female companions. No he was alone as usual so there would no awkward conversation while escorting a drunken night's mistake to the door. That was a relief anyways. Dagger gave a large yawn and stretched his body, shaking the fur lose that had clung to him from the sweat during the night. His tail, as if it had a mind of it's own, reached over to his nearby nightstand and grabbed his bottle of allergy medication. The pollen was going to be high today, or so the weatherman had said, and he wasn't going to allow nature to ruin his one day off in what seemed like eternity.

Without too much effort he shifted into his human form and glanced at himself in the mirror that hung on the wall behind the bed. There was a slight darkness forming along his jawline which meant his 'five oclock shadow' was starting the day early too. He shrugged it off, it gave him a rugged look without making him appear dirty so he decided on passing on the shave today. A pair of denim pants and a black tshirt hung on the back of a nearby chair next to an open box of half eaten pizza. Like any good bachelor he gave the clothes a sniff, decided they could last another day, and threw them on before grabbing a slice of pizza. Finally he slipped into his sandals and headed out the door.

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The weather was already warm although it wasnt very late yet, perhaps about 7 in the morning at the latest. His first stop was the most important, coffee at Dunkin's, and then perhaps a nice relaxing cigar in the park. Being a wolf had it's pros and cons, something that was very prevalent as he made his way along the streets of New York. Smells of every kind assaulted or caressed his nostrils depending on their intensity and origin. The strongest aroma he could smell was car exhaust and human sweat, it seemed to cling to everything. Desperation mixed with pheremones and hormones seemed to seep into every pore and cell around him. If he concentrated too long on it he could almost feel himself choking from the stench. Yet mingled with that atrocity was the sweet smell of the season and the enticing hints of columbian coffee beans that were almost calling his name. A car honked at him as he crossed in front of the bright yellow taxi and Dagger answered with his one fingered wave while heading to his destination.

More smells, more people, more noise, and more general chaos of the city surrounded him as he entered the coffee shop. He ordered his usual, an iced coffee with extra cream and sugar, then paid and headed out the door once more. Crossing the street was the same mass of confusion as before but then he found himself at the park. He found a good bench and pulled out a java mint cigar from his pocket, sniffed it appreciatively, and lit it. Deeply he inhaled the tobacco leaf rolled treat and exhaled with a heavy sigh. His eyes glanced over the area, pausing briefly to admire a fine shaped gal not too far away, then stretched his body contentedly.