stairs into the abyss [open]

[Nightingale]

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Soft pawsteps echoed down the hall, muddied white clashing with the dusty wood and metal flooring. red eyes gleamed against the darkness, catching what little light filtered through the windows covered with crossed wooden planks. a black nose pointed to the floor, following the scent of a rabbit he had chased into the large building, only to have found himself lost in the darkness of the foreign area. he tread with caution, keeping his pace slow and his steps quiet. he didn't know what this place was, but he could see why the hare would have ducked inside for escape. after all, he would have had a hard time getting through the door had it not been a double door with both already snapped away from its hinges and resting against the ground.

the canine paused, lifting his nose with black ears perking up, brushing against the faint outline of dark bone against the dusk surroundings. trickling? like that of water. slowly, he followed the sound, pausing his steps every now and again to make sure that he wasn't leading himself in the wrong direction. he brushed up against the inner wall of the building, using it as a means of easily locating turns. he had to pause once he found himself at a staircase leading into an abyss of darkness, and the husky mix let out a soft grunt of disapproval. he turned, pressing onward and away from the stairs, ignoring his disappointment of not being able to follow the trickling, the dripping. perhaps his prey had made it down the stairs and toward the sound; perhaps he was just looking for a reason to explore.

the young black and white dog could only halt his steps once more, red orbs following the thin trail of moonlight filtering in through a dusty, cracked window. hm, no. he wasn't looking for a broken let tonight.

ooc: dorky first post. i'll get used to him soon. <3

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[Zinogre]

  

He trotted along the rim of one of the pits, his little paws making a pap pap pap noise as he walked with purpose. What purpose? Well, he didn't know yet, but he was sure that it would be wonderful once he found out what it was. As he came to a full circle he stopped. Wait. He jumped a few feet down onto this black metal thing with steps and trotted down them awkwardly, his little legs trying their best to keep him from going head first. once he got down to the ground, he trotted some more, his tail wagging and his tongue hanging out. There we go. You can't get anywhere if you keep going around in a circle, you know?

With adventure set on his mind, Bishop wandered through the doors, his stomach beginning to growl. Now stop that, there was nothing to eat here. Regardless, Bishop kept going, happy to just be in a new place that wasn't his former home or the street. The fact that it was nighttime didn't bother him. Many interesting things happened at night like rats wandering around or the things with rings on their tails. Raccoon, that's the word. They were fun to chase, and even more fun to eat the garbage that they managed to find. After chasing them off, of course. They had sharp little claws and teeth.

He came to another stop, his tongue retreating back to his mouth while his little nose took in the air, then he started panting again, his mouth set in a stupid grin, his tail wagging. Well, he smelled something interesting! Without thinking about it, Bishop let out a bark. Then another. Then another. And another. His yips were high pitched and echoed pretty well in here. Echo! Ah yes, good times.


ooc: stupid Corgi is stupid yas

[Nightingale]

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his entire being flinched violently, claws scraping against the hard flooring, as yips and yaps echoed through the facility, bouncing off the walls and drifting throughout the halls. what was once high pitched deepened the farther it went until it dissipated into nothingness. a low growl rumbled in the bi-colored canine's throat as he screwed his eyes shut, pinning down his ears as he tried to stop the ringing in his head. slowly, he opened his eyes and lashed his tail. searching for the offender of his ears would take too long in the darkness without a scent to go off of. he shouldn't even bother with trying to find the one who just made his headache even worse than it usually was. his head lowered, both due to the weight of the antlers sprouting from his head and the desire to... well, he didn't quite know. perhaps it would make it easier to see anything close to the ground? he was just pulling justifications out of thin air now.

yet he was not about to just Let whoever ruined the peace of the nighttime get away without realizing who they unknowingly messed with. ugh, maybe it was just the headache speaking. keeping where he stood, the husky mix drew back his ears and bared his teeth as he let out a growl that quickly morphed into a deep bark. the resonating sound traveled quickly, filling the water treatment facility and spilled out into the darkness of the night. he kept his lips drawn back, and the fur along his haunches began to raise.

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[Zinogre]

  

Without worry for anyone else, Bishop kept barking. And barking. And barking.And barking some more. Then once he was done barking, he gave one more yap into the dark and then stood there, tongue hanging out of his mouth, ears perked up, listening to all of the barks coming back to him. Ah, yes, what a good day this is. What a good barker he is. Best one around. This place could keep him entertained for hours, but his stomach was beginning to rumble and he had to find something to eat.

Nose pressed to the ground, he began to search the area. He found a few things like old plants he nibbled on, only to find they were sour, and some weird fungus he probably shouldn't have put in his mouth but he did and now he swore his tongue was green. Moving on! Oh, dead rat. He ate some of that, then lapped at some gross water that probably wasn't water, but it was too dark to see properly. Well, he would have to find something soon anyway. He found a puddle he fell in, and then a rat that was about as big as him that ran away. He chased it, running into a wall a little later. This was turning out great.

Without anything much to do now, he sat down, happy to have found a place with a little light, and he began to bark and whine. Maybe food would come to him.


ooc: behold the stupid corgi