A Skeleton City

[Arkham Lykoi]

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The few strangers he had happened upon around the beach had not given him much reason for caution, but his Gabriel's constant reminders that not everyone had good intentions always sat in the back of his mind and so he was as careful as he could be. But he also figured that there were all sorts of people in the world and that he would need to come across them eventually and learn to deal with them, right? The only problem was that it seemed unlikely that he come across anyone his own age out in the steel jungle and that meant that any potentially unpleasant person could potentially seriously harm him and he'd be damned if Andrezej ever ended up being right about anything, if nothing else.



The air was pretty much dead at the top of the steps and so he couldn't have smelt her there. And he didn't see her immediately because the heavy shadows casted by the overhanging ceiling threw him off. So the first sign that she was there was her voice -- a very bad thing if she should present herself as any kind of threat -- he needed to be more observant than that. Arkham perked his enormous coy ears and stared wide-eyed into the hole in the doorway, briefly like a deer caught in headlights. And even though she seemed pleasant enough, the grey pup found himself relaxing very slowly. Maybe it was just because he was so far away from anything familiar.



Nuthin', he answered slowly, finding his voice. He didn't like that she had pointed out that he was alone. 'Was jes' lookin' around. What're you doin'?

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