MYO-7629: Kodiak

While most traditional holidays were not something that he found himself particularly fond of participating in, one thing that Kodiak could get behind was the drinking associated with the celebrations of mochi moon. You would never catch him refusing free alcohol, and if you did… well, then that simply wasn’t him any longer. He paired with the stuff like gasoline to a flame— property damage and physical harm notwithstanding. That was how he found himself wading knee-deep through ...

The streets had always been like a second home to Kodiak. As unwelcoming as they were to most-- it was exactly how he liked it. Some would even say that he preferred to keep it that way. The sidewalks lay mostly dead at this time of night-- the club-goers had stumbled off home to god knows where after their fun, leaving the city’s scum to stir and prowl the streets undisturbed. Fliers, promotional ads, and all manner of other posters cluttered the nearby telephone poles and st...

Kodiak stood awkwardly on the frosted over doorstep of the apartment before him, his leather jacket creaking in protest as he shifted from foot to foot to stay warm. The carol sheet he’d been presented with felt foreign in his hands, and might as well have been written in an ancient demonic tongue, with the look of distain he seemed to be giving it. "Come on, shithead, you promised," whispered Jackal, his longtime friend— if they could call each other that —elbowing him in...