A thorn in the paw

Jensen O'Callaghan · 01-08-2011, 08:45 PM

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Ever get that feeling that things are just...off? For some reason the auburn and white brute was getting that vibe as he removed himself from the ground and took a step into the old home. Though the floors and walls seemed to be in good condition, as he looked closer to them to try and find any obvious signs of ware that could be hazardous. No mold, that was a good thing. The man stepped further in, the house was chilled. The fireplace would have to be lit at nights if the male did not plan to freeze himself away each night. Well, it was better than sleeping outside, that was absolutely certain.

There was an odd groaning coming from upstairs, like the floor was being pressed by a new weight it was no longer used too. The orange eyes of the man shut slightly in confusion. What the hell was up there? He let out an annoyed sigh as he moved to the stairs. He looked at them, knowing very well they could give away. His hands gripped at the walls for support if one broke. He took them slowly, testing them before adding his full weight.Well, they passed, that was releaving. He turned the corner, eyes scanning for something, anything unusual. It seemed normal, but then there was black.

"Bloody hell woman, what are you doing up here?" His voice was a mixture of confusion and irritation. Hell, this was his now. She couldn't just climb in through windows. He just stood there, burnt eyes on her, watching for movement and ears intent on listening for words.

He was waiting for an explanation.

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