Post by Theyr'Wolfe on Jul 8, 2011 20:26:51 GMT -5
Stepping through the heavy double-doors, the wolfdog paused and allowed his chest to inflate as he inhaled the heavy odor of decay, foliage, and mold. The once royal-red carpet was now all but invisible beneath the browning vines that covered it, forming a net of plant-life that stood in heavy contrast. Paw by paw, Theyr’Wolfe made his way through the worn down area of vines to the stairway at the left. The one on the right, covered with invading plants and fallen brick, was far too difficult to traverse. Or rather, Theyr’Wolfe was too lazy to attempt to. No, he would make his way up the other set of stairs, as they were minimally damaged aside from some drooping spots of water damage. As he continued, he could look down upon the entire entryway. Oh how different it looked from up here! From below, nothing more than a nuisance to cross, But from up here! a marvelously elaborate tapestry of nature itself had graced the pack’s base.
Once he’d finished admiring the natural beauty of his home, he continued through. Though this building was probably in one of the best conditions out of any structures, it still held its obvious faults. Bricks had fallen here and there. Roots poked their faces through cracks in the walls ever so rudely, and certain areas of carpet had become so damaged by water that they browned and sunk further into the floor. Deep purple borders lined the base of every wall, and magnificent red-tainted glass could be seen in places, though most of it, albeit, was shattered. Steady drips could be heard echoing off of the dead walls, and Theyr’Wolfe could swear he occasionally heard the sound of cards shuffling in the distance. He quickly shook the idea away and continued, this time to a back staircase.
Up further, he came to floor three. This time, there were only four walls, as it was one large room. Slot machines littered the room, some fallen, most rusted, and a rare specimen in pristine condition, save some cobwebs. Power had long since stopped running to the area, though it was always fun to pull the lever with one’s maw and see the change of pictures. Cherries, hearts, little cards, and more rolled on the three little slots, and it was rarely unentertaining.
As he continued to walk along, Theyr’Wolfe more than knew that the building continued above more and more, so why Bane had chosen to reside in the back-room poker chamber, the canine would never understand. There were plenty of suites ahead of them ripe for the picking, and the pack certainly had no complaints about their lodgings. Regardless, his mate was in charge, and Theyr’Wolfe didn’t rightfully care as to the reasoning.
He poked his head through the door; it was dark here. Lamps had fallen from the ceiling onto the green table tops. Strange black and red circles were atop many of the tables, and tiny black balls littered the carpet, causing one to trip on many occasions. Avoiding the marbles and heading straight forward, Theyr’Wolfe recognized a particular stuffed bear.
”’Ello there, mate. What was it you needed me for, then?”
Once he’d finished admiring the natural beauty of his home, he continued through. Though this building was probably in one of the best conditions out of any structures, it still held its obvious faults. Bricks had fallen here and there. Roots poked their faces through cracks in the walls ever so rudely, and certain areas of carpet had become so damaged by water that they browned and sunk further into the floor. Deep purple borders lined the base of every wall, and magnificent red-tainted glass could be seen in places, though most of it, albeit, was shattered. Steady drips could be heard echoing off of the dead walls, and Theyr’Wolfe could swear he occasionally heard the sound of cards shuffling in the distance. He quickly shook the idea away and continued, this time to a back staircase.
Up further, he came to floor three. This time, there were only four walls, as it was one large room. Slot machines littered the room, some fallen, most rusted, and a rare specimen in pristine condition, save some cobwebs. Power had long since stopped running to the area, though it was always fun to pull the lever with one’s maw and see the change of pictures. Cherries, hearts, little cards, and more rolled on the three little slots, and it was rarely unentertaining.
As he continued to walk along, Theyr’Wolfe more than knew that the building continued above more and more, so why Bane had chosen to reside in the back-room poker chamber, the canine would never understand. There were plenty of suites ahead of them ripe for the picking, and the pack certainly had no complaints about their lodgings. Regardless, his mate was in charge, and Theyr’Wolfe didn’t rightfully care as to the reasoning.
He poked his head through the door; it was dark here. Lamps had fallen from the ceiling onto the green table tops. Strange black and red circles were atop many of the tables, and tiny black balls littered the carpet, causing one to trip on many occasions. Avoiding the marbles and heading straight forward, Theyr’Wolfe recognized a particular stuffed bear.
”’Ello there, mate. What was it you needed me for, then?”
