The door slowly opened with an eerie groan and a squeak of protest. The white claw wrapped roughly about the handle released the rusty knob and gingerly entered the building. The sharp eyes of the wolf-dog hybrid glanced around the dark lobby, the bleak light from outside unable to reach the innards of the building due to the ivy and grime covering the windows. Dust swirled about his white feet as he stepped past ornately set furniture and broken items of little worth. Nothing caught his attention.
Antigrin tugged at his skull-ridden bandana with his left hand, muzzle wrinkling at the putrid smell of decay that flooded into his nostrils. Decidedly, the shifted male trudged up the marble steps and unto the second floor; the musty scent fading into that of wet cloth. He supposed that there were a few leaks up here, seeing as how it had rained a few hours before him actually arriving to this particular building. He passed many doors, especially those which smelt the wettest; and only opened doors to which looked interesting or smelled of similar attributes.
One particular door led him into a large room with a long, wooden, wilting table in the middle, surrounded by countless chairs and decorated with pottery, silverware, cups, goblets and glasses, as well as thousands of scattered sheets of paper, which had been haphazardly strewn by intruding breezes. He wandered about the room, picking up random papers, most of which had been water damaged and were unreadable. He traced his claws along the backs of chairs and finally sat in one as he sought to closely examine a dusty teacup with his nose; which only resulted in an echoing sneeze.