cause everything it must belong somewhere.

[morphine]

Just leave the restless ghost in his old hotel
Leave the homeless man in that cardboard cell
Let the painted horse on the carousel remain

The rather large canine stalked the edge of the building, each step of his wide paws following the path of cracked pavement beneath him. His round nostrils flared with mild curiosity, scenting that this was owned territory, as he suspected. He had heard that a new pack had arose, one midway between good and bad, one accepting new dogs. He was here to join. To find a home.

No, not a home. He shook the thought out of his head, chuffing beneath his breath, amused that he would even make the mistake of calling somewhere home. He was searching for a territory. A place to protect and be protected. He liked this place, as well as the ideals he assumed the pack stood for. That's what he told himself, convinced himself. He didn't need a home.

Taboo released a low, nonchalant bark, announcing his presence to any dogs that may have been nearby. And he hoped they would hear, come, get the welcomes over with so he could go on with his life. Greetings were boring small talk, pointless. He didn't care for first impressions or other such nonsense.

For a trespasser, he sure held himself dominantly. His rounded head sat alert on a tall neck, triangular ears pricked and swiveling. Even his tail, which naturally curled over his hips, had slightly risen to high, proud position behind him. While he wasn't here to make trouble, Taboo's posture made it clear he would not be entertaining them with wide displays of submission. His respect was to be earned.

The sky had is respect this evening. It churned with threatening clouds, swirling hues of charcoal greys. It was silent, no auidible thunder yet, a quiet predator waiting to pounce or pass. Taboo watched it thoughtfully as he moved alongside the building's behind. He had no intention of dodging the rain that could erupt at any second. Let it fall.

'Cause everything it must belong somewhere
Just like the gold around her finger or the silver in his hair
Yeah, everything it must belong somewhere
I know that now, that's why I'm staying here

muse low -
first time rping in forever.
mood tired
notes rawrawrawr.

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[Artemis]

Balance perfected over many years. View capable of giving him a look over the whole town. Four storey building, the wind sweeping at his long fur. Dark brown eyes could see the dogs from here when they wandered into view. First was the light tan coloured Australian Cattle Dog, the one he looked on for his Second. Although he had yet to decide. That was Dusty, a new recruit who had wandered into the powerplant. The cast iron roof was cold to the touch as Artemis shifted his position slightly, shaking his head slightly. There were two dogs also in view, one was a mixed up mutt, the other a pure bred. Both were female, ones who had come early to the pack when he had taken up leadership.

As Artemis viewed the lands, he noticed another figure. This must be another of his dogs. Well, not his, but belonging to that same group. Artemis rose from his sitting postion on the slopping roof and broke into a run, jumping lightly down onto the fire escape and across onto the next, which was only a few feet away. From this he clambered back onto the roof. From here all the roofs were ajoining, so he could step from the cast iron to the corrogated without breaking stride. Artemis let his tail flick gently through the air, head held high as he made his way along, walking steadily. He had lost sight of the new Akita, but had an approximation about where he would be. This place was just over the next building, in the street.

Artemis moved across the corrogated iron, his claws clicking softly. He wasn't going for the subtle approch, the dog would know he was there and he didn't care. He didn't wish to sneak up on him. He stopped by the edge of the roof, looking down to where the dog was. He lowered himself into a reclining position, one paw hanging over the edge of the roof.
"Enjoying the weather?" He asked softly, looking down from his position on the roof, tail sweeping back and forward silently on the roof as the patter-patter of rain started to come down.