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[Anubia]

A N U B I A

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It wasn’t like her to stray to far from the cemetery. The place had always been a sort of sanctuary to the dark colored canine since the escape and it was rare when she choose to leave it. Of course if food ran scarce one would have to move to find it, but she never went to far. Inhaling carefully, a pair of yellow eyes moved about. Things hadn’t changed to much since her last visit – something she took little comfort of. Still, it was better then dealing with the suddenly popular graveyard. The canine gave a snort at the thought. No, she wasn’t particularly fond of social contact, not since that whole episode.

She did get pretty lonely now and then though… No, no. Focus. There was no need for wistful thinking here. No, wait. That wasn’t supposedly to be wistful. Ug. Well, she had had some sort of contact with another dog here that hadn’t been so bad… She’d only seen him however and he hadn’t even bothered to reply to her insults. Benefited for both of them the shepherd mix supposed.

Letting a yawn part her lips, the single colored shepherd known as Anubia padded quietly up towards the large building, ears moving in different directions every so often. Sneak attacks were going to be out of the question….

ooc| Not my best intro, but think it’ll sustain.

[Angelsong]

.:Lancelot:.

Thick white paws made huge wolf like footprints in the sand outside the abandoned Hospital. It looked empty and threatening to The huge bearlike dog's pale blue eyes. But he pushed forwards excited by the idea of a threat lurking in the hollow corridors. He had left Trick with a box he had started to play with in the alleyway they would call home for tonight. He just prayed that the pup would not wander off again. The last thing he needed was to return to the alleyway with a mouth full of food and no one to give it to...

The food he hiped would be inside in the form of rats festering in the basement. Rats got everywhere and as far as catching them was concerned, He was making a habit out of it. It was becoming fun. Lancelot made his way up the footsteps his eyes perked and his nose sniffing for interference. He slipped down the corridor heading straight to his hunting ground before he suddenly stopped and lifted his head turning it to the sound of another pair of paws.

It might have been the female he smelt here so often. The one he chose to ignore and avoid. He detested getting into a fight when he was on a mission. Maybe it was time to just face her and tell her to bugger off while he was in this teritory. Lance turned to run down the corridor towards the main desk. He leaped onto it and turned around patiently then lay down across the desk one paw folded across the other waiting for the female to enter.
"Late are we? You're usually the first here..."

He said in a deep almost growling voice his mismatched eyes scanning her for any threats she may impose. Sizing her up maybe. Getting ready for a fight if bad came to worse. He flashed his teeth for a moment and lowered his head.

Mood: Oposive
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