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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2013 11:45:01 GMT
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Lare, it seemed, had gotten lucky.
Lucky that the rain hadn't soaked him to his bones on his journey here, lucky there had been plenty of rabbits to pursue through the under-bushes - though, admittedly, he had grown bored of the chase rather quickly and instead turned his attention to an already-populated rabbit warren. Digging the little devils up had been a lengthly process, but the reward had been more than worth it. Yes, he was Lucky. Dry, and with a full stomach, just happening across a building such as this one. It was big, from what he could tell, sprawling and tall, with smooth, off-white floors, littered with the occasional stray leaf. From his perch, he watched a large spider scuttle across the tile to hurry beneath a plant pot - its leafy inhabitant long dead, and made one final sweep of his surroundings.
He sat at the head of the higher section; peering through the peeling wooden railings to the layer below. He had encountered only a few others in this building, strays like himself: he had passed by them with little response. This building was large enough to house a few individuals before territory became a problem. Satisfied that there were no surprises awaiting him in his home for at least a few days, he rose, grey fur sleek and highlighted in gold from the evening sunlight. Since his forced departure from his last pack, this was the first place he could consider remaining for a foreseeable amount of time. Slinking through the space between the railings and its neighboring bench, Lare padded toward one of the smaller rooms that he knew to be vacant. Its door was broken: the frame snapped along one pane, hanging from a single hinge. Skirting around the spray of glass littering the ground, he slid into the barely-large enough space allowed. The room was largely empty: metal racks and counter-tops: fabrics were strewn sparsely across the floor, Lare assumed other animals must have stolen them to warm their beds with.
A pidgeon startled from its nest as he ventured further: exploding out of its hiding place in a shower of feathers and noise. Lare scowled as it fled, he was a tolerant young dog, friendly and loyal, but the disruption to this otherwise silent area was enough to irritate him. He didn't let it stick, pulling back his content mood from earlier, he nosed his way through the articles of clothing on the ground, brown eyes soft in this low light. His ear twitched at the sound of movement nearby: footsteps. He assumed it to be from one of the others he'd encountered earlier, passing behind him with the click of claws against the tile. Not a threat: he'd pay them no heed unless they entered the room he'd claimed as his own. Hopefully their intentions would be good, Lare really didn't want to have to leave another relatively comfortable place. He cocked his ears back to track the stranger's movement and continued his absent-minded search.
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{OOC: Please feel free to come in as whatever: the animal behind him or an unrelated individual, cat/dog, male/female, anything. c: <3 also, I apologise for the quality of this post, I've never been a strong starter}
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Post by Deleted on May 21, 2013 3:09:50 GMT
OOC;; Sorry this took so long & that it's so short! D:
 TODD.
Todd had been to this part of Hexasol before. When he'd left his parents months ago, the young fox had made it his goal to explore the City and the countryside that surrounded it in his first few months alone. This had involved sleeping somewhere different every second night, if not every night; now, several months later, he had a rough map in his mind of what the whole of Hexasol looked like.
On this particular day, he woke up from the make-shift nest he'd made in the corner of a shop in the arcade. It was a huge area, the arcade, but it was all indoors - the perfect place to go in winter, although he knew it could become a wind tunnel if you didn't choose your sleeping place carefully enough.
It was mid morning, evident from the sun shining from a high, distant window; stretching, the little Red fox frowned slightly as his stomach growled; he needed to find something to eat, and soon. Trotting out of the little shop, he licked his lips, searching in his mind for nearby sources of prey.
However, a noise from nearby distracted him from thoughts of filling his small stomach. A young dog, some large cross-breed, walked towards a particular shop, in which Todd remembered a young pigeon to be roosting.
He flicked an ear in annoyance as the pigeon, startled, flew away. Then an idea began to form in his mind, a petty revenge for the loss of his possible prey.
Trotting a few paces closer to the large dog, who had evidently heard him, Todd let his face quirk into a position of concerned anxiety. He called out cryptically, voice purposely hesitant as if fearful, "I wouldn't have done that if I were you!"
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