[ti]Private[/ti]Poise over Grace Jul 13, 2020 22:49:23 GMT
Post by Viceroy on Jul 13, 2020 22:49:23 GMT
Afternoon sun glazed over her back, spotted light that highlighted the russet and browns that ran across her coat and heated the skin beneath. The grass beneath her pads tickled the interiors of her toes, pushed her forward to the shady house that lay abandoned in this side of the city. It was oddly quiet here, nary a howl or bark to be heard as she slowly moved her bodice along the trail toward the front doors. She’d been here before, only once, and it was here that she’d heard of the Dodgers. It was here that she was swayed to join the gang and how odd it was that she was back here now as a full member of the gang. Strange but accepted, blissful even that the scenario had changed so dramatically in the span on a few weeks. Perhaps that was what brought her here again this day, a swift change in the winds and a sort of surveillance of the changes she’d made thus far. To be fair, she was still the same old Viceroy but she felt stronger somehow with the strength of a gang behind her...she was still proving herself however. Juno seemed so distrustful of her upon their first meeting and she supposed that she could understand where the leader was coming from but to say that it didn’t at the very least rustle some of her feathers would be a right out lie.
The mottled female drew herself close to the door, her ears standing on alert as she assessed the entrance way for threats. There were scents along the exterior of the home, old but there none the less. Viceroy scanned the home, the faded and chipped paint along the outer walls, the pieces of broken glass that landed along unkempt grass. It seemed very much the same as the last time she’d been here, save for Nikolas who roamed the halls within. Momentarily she wondered if she would find him again but doubted it, she’d hadn’t seem him since their last interaction and Viceroy was beginning to think that perhaps he was an apparition or a figment of her imagination.
The girl sighed as she strode up the steps and into the home, breathing in the leftover aromas that lingered along the doorway. She took care to avoid the shards of glass at her feet, stepping over the remnants and making her way into the largest room to the right. She could imagine that at one point this room had been lively, the furniture clean and organized with the children of the family upon the floor playing with their toys. She could feel the growl within her throat begin to bubble to the surface at the thought of the humans who’s occupied this residence previously. She hated that they used to life here, hated that she would even bother to be here after the humans had been here for so long but she supposed it was just another things that they abandoned, left to rot and die. Much similar to how Viceroy was left. Another sigh ripped forth as she moved further along the inside, sticking her nose to the ground and searching for something, anything to take home to her gang in order to prove her worth. Why she chose here of all places, Viceroy was unsure but perhaps she would come out on top for once.