Redsand Canyon backstreet's back alright

she hated to admit it, but she waited with bated breath for the imperator's final verdict.

come on, fucker, show me the door, diesel dared him in her brain, teeth bared in defiance only within it.

he didn't do it.

she let out a husky breath as the boss merely demoted her, making it pretty obvious she was still part of the gang. he immediately followed it with an order to go see a lady... someone? the winding name rung no bells, and the mastiff did not connect the dots as to the purpose of that visit.

still, she found herself giving a stern nod, posture straightened, soldiery. drool, pooled from tension, freely flowed down her chin.

"leth 'ee 'orry a'ut the 'ai'esh." she assured him. diesel imagined it'd be quite easy to fake a miscarriage of an already fake litter.

then he gave his condolences about her imaginary rape. she blinked in confusion, but it easily and naturally morphed into shock at the guy-in-charge's open display of... softness?

damn. maybe she should lie about getting raped more.

"anything 'or 'ereo." the words came unplanned. diesel thought they fit.

the dogue de bordeaux would remain ignorant to the value of the intel she gave, only grateful to whatever pissed the rains above for letting her fill her belly and sleep undisturbed for at least a day.

she'll wing it from there.

diesel out <3