Post by shadebone on Aug 13, 2010 8:20:12 GMT -8
The two-legs were gone, they disappeared long ago, not that he cared. They only brought misery to his kind & so he was grateful that they were finally gone. His ghostly form moved silently over the barren streets walking with no one but his shadow. An eerily calm wind blew as the fading sunlight darkened the land preparing to give way to the cold silence of night. He would need somewhere to rest until the bright beams of the sun warmed the earth once more in the morning. Many tempting dens called to him, but none stood out more than the large two-leg building surrounded by a stone fence partially destroyed by the shrubbery and growing trees. This was a castle befitting the regal tastes of this lupine stranger.
Switchblade trotted up the crumbling stairs through the collapsing doorway, slipping through a break in the boards that covered up the entrance to the large building. A puddle offered him a little refreshment once he entered, quickly lapping up every drop of water thirstily, leaving nothing more than a damp spot on the floor. The brute continued on through the building until reaching a room on through the building until reaching a large room, which seemed nicer than the others. Here is the den I deserve he said to himself smugly the root of a tree growing through the wall buckled over the desk by the window, crushing it slightly forming somewhat of a backwards cave-like den. He walked circles in his newly found den before lying down; resting his head on his paws. The sun would be up before he awoke or before someone would be around to bother him, this he knew.
Switchblade trotted up the crumbling stairs through the collapsing doorway, slipping through a break in the boards that covered up the entrance to the large building. A puddle offered him a little refreshment once he entered, quickly lapping up every drop of water thirstily, leaving nothing more than a damp spot on the floor. The brute continued on through the building until reaching a room on through the building until reaching a large room, which seemed nicer than the others. Here is the den I deserve he said to himself smugly the root of a tree growing through the wall buckled over the desk by the window, crushing it slightly forming somewhat of a backwards cave-like den. He walked circles in his newly found den before lying down; resting his head on his paws. The sun would be up before he awoke or before someone would be around to bother him, this he knew.