Post by .:Wolf_Gurl:. on Aug 19, 2008 22:28:29 GMT -5
.:|Kelte|:.
Heavy, white paws padded through the dying flowers, strong legs carried the Akita Inu’s brindled body along the dirt road. His tongue lolled from his mouth and his pelt shone in the bright sun. Kelte trotted slowly through the bushes, drawing closer to the huge manor. His emerald eyes scanned the landscape and his ears swiveled, taking in the sights and sounds of the land around him. He was tired of living alone; he was ready to settle down with a pack. Finding a pack was the hard part, so he decided to form his own and this mansion seemed the perfect place to make his home. When he stopped he was in front of the large, mahogany door. The door was ajar so Kelte pushed his muzzle through the door and slipped into the house. There were lots of windows so the inside would be well-lit during the day. Kelte looked around the entryway before moving into the hall; in the next room was a marbled grand staircase. The brute wandered through the first floor, exploring all the rooms. The first was a lounge. A long tan couch sat along one wall and an armchair was on the other side of a deep brown table. There was a tear on the back of the couch and the wallpaper was peeling. There were several chairs scattered throughout the room, some were knocked over and some were broken. The second room was a small cafe. The next three rooms were bedrooms, small one-bedrooms with single beds. He returned to the Atrium and climbed the ivory staircase. The second floor was mostly bedrooms and a couple more lounges. He trotted back down the stairs and moved around the border of the house. He weaved through broken, vine-covered fences and half dead gardens. He passed a small restaurant and, farther away, a caretakers cottage. Behind the house he found a well and a small pond, just beyond that was an oval pool. All the water had dried up and there was a long crack running down one side and partially along the bottom. He gazed at it for a moment before throwing back his head and letting out a long howl, ”I, Kelte, claim this manor for my pack!”
376 words
Silverheart Manor
Before the dogs took over; this large house was very prestigious. Now, the house is falling apart, the 48 spacious rooms are broken down and full of dust. The large, oval swimming pool is now empty and cracking. All rooms and suites open out onto private patios that used to overlook lush vineyards, landscaped gardens and majestic mountains. Some of the rooms were left open and birds and smaller animals nested throughout the house. The mountains are still there, but the vineyards and gardens were overrun with weeds and most died. The hotel's rooms, restaurants, bar, lounge and facilities, located in the estate’s 300 year old Manor House and out-buildings, are all abandoned and are slowly being destroyed by nature. Parts of the gardens are still alive and colorful while other parts died without the care of the humans. Among the plants still alive are numerous ancient oaks, some over 160 years old, all around the manor. The rusted silver gates hang open, allowing the dogs to enter the grounds. All dogs are welcome here, Lights, Neutrals, and Darks.
Lead Brute: Kelte
Lead Fae:
Heavy, white paws padded through the dying flowers, strong legs carried the Akita Inu’s brindled body along the dirt road. His tongue lolled from his mouth and his pelt shone in the bright sun. Kelte trotted slowly through the bushes, drawing closer to the huge manor. His emerald eyes scanned the landscape and his ears swiveled, taking in the sights and sounds of the land around him. He was tired of living alone; he was ready to settle down with a pack. Finding a pack was the hard part, so he decided to form his own and this mansion seemed the perfect place to make his home. When he stopped he was in front of the large, mahogany door. The door was ajar so Kelte pushed his muzzle through the door and slipped into the house. There were lots of windows so the inside would be well-lit during the day. Kelte looked around the entryway before moving into the hall; in the next room was a marbled grand staircase. The brute wandered through the first floor, exploring all the rooms. The first was a lounge. A long tan couch sat along one wall and an armchair was on the other side of a deep brown table. There was a tear on the back of the couch and the wallpaper was peeling. There were several chairs scattered throughout the room, some were knocked over and some were broken. The second room was a small cafe. The next three rooms were bedrooms, small one-bedrooms with single beds. He returned to the Atrium and climbed the ivory staircase. The second floor was mostly bedrooms and a couple more lounges. He trotted back down the stairs and moved around the border of the house. He weaved through broken, vine-covered fences and half dead gardens. He passed a small restaurant and, farther away, a caretakers cottage. Behind the house he found a well and a small pond, just beyond that was an oval pool. All the water had dried up and there was a long crack running down one side and partially along the bottom. He gazed at it for a moment before throwing back his head and letting out a long howl, ”I, Kelte, claim this manor for my pack!”
376 words
Silverheart Manor
Before the dogs took over; this large house was very prestigious. Now, the house is falling apart, the 48 spacious rooms are broken down and full of dust. The large, oval swimming pool is now empty and cracking. All rooms and suites open out onto private patios that used to overlook lush vineyards, landscaped gardens and majestic mountains. Some of the rooms were left open and birds and smaller animals nested throughout the house. The mountains are still there, but the vineyards and gardens were overrun with weeds and most died. The hotel's rooms, restaurants, bar, lounge and facilities, located in the estate’s 300 year old Manor House and out-buildings, are all abandoned and are slowly being destroyed by nature. Parts of the gardens are still alive and colorful while other parts died without the care of the humans. Among the plants still alive are numerous ancient oaks, some over 160 years old, all around the manor. The rusted silver gates hang open, allowing the dogs to enter the grounds. All dogs are welcome here, Lights, Neutrals, and Darks.
Lead Brute: Kelte
Lead Fae: