Post by Dusty. on Aug 18, 2008 17:52:27 GMT -5
WRENCH;;
broken glass
this house was beautiful, even better that it was set about the outskirts of the city. a faint smile was drew upon my lips, as i thought of the life i could make and create if i ran a pack based around the tall red brick building. even though the roon had nearly dissapeared altogether, the lower rooms and the basement gave a lot of shelter from the elements. letting my pads lightly kiss the stone steps, i came to the front door. it was slightly open, and upon realising this i let my muzzle push the heavy wood open. the red paint was peeling, though the hallway was in good condition. i sighed, i knew it. this was the place for me. it screamed me to all those that saw it. i grin was on my lips as i opened them to let out a desolate howl. this house and all that surrounds it are mine. mine for me and my pack to rest, hunt, birth and die upon. those words where tinged with s slight sadness, as i realised it would be best for me to stop my reign of aloneness. it was time to start a group, a pack most may call it. find that guy that would lead beside me.
and
it seemed silly really, that only know i would think about it, ponder it as i slept, as i hunted, scrounged through age old garbage. i sighed, before making my way up the solid oak staircase to the second floor. only know did i see that there was another staircass up and making my way up it, i cursed under my breath as i realised i had cut my hind leg on a sharper peice of the staircase. kicking back in anger, i let out a small whimper as my injured leg met the peice of wood yet again, but luckily it my my bad, and my somewhat harder flesh there didnt rip and tear like the other wound had. though this time the peice of wood split and fell, with a triumphent smile on my lips, i continued the rest of the way up the stairs. i limped slightly, though i kept going on through the numbed pain, for i knew that i had been through much worse then this before.
plastic test tubes
i had a amazing vantage point from here, i could see the outskirts of the city quite clearly. and they must be atleast a couple of miles away. i was lucky to have came across this place before some other roaming individual came and claimed it before i did. i raised my tiara to the soft pink sky and let out another howl. this time it was more joyful, with a tune to it. for now i knew that i could start a life. start a life that was full of unexpected suprises.
red brick acres
this red bricked house is facing the damage as nature is claiming it back peice by peice, ever since the humans left. the metal gate at the front of the house had rusted and swings even when there is only a gentle breeze about. the first thing you notice about this house is not the red bricks, or the peeling red painted door, but the fact that nearly all of the roof ha collapsed. the basement is cooler then the rest of the house and is a perfect place to store unfinished kills. the 24 acres that surround the house also come with the lands. this supplies fresh water and live prey to hunt for the pack, which wrench has always thought tastes better. the first floor is where the lesser known pack members sleep. and the second floor is where the leads, and their second in commands sleeps. always there are lookouts posted on the rooftops, ready to spy any intruder that may invade.
mistress; wrench
master;
