Haunted House (Calamity)

Ugh. It was disgusting in here. Calamity hated muck. Deathbelle had always taught themselves to clean their fur and remain presentable at all times - they were princesses, after all. The dust that coated her paws so thoroughly until there was a palpable layer of grime was loathesome. The antlered girl wrinkled her nose in distaste but couldn't deny that her curiosity was piqued. She ascended the stairs carefully and obeyed her instincts as they drew her onward. A noise caught her attention - had Toxicity taken the same route? Try as she might, she could barely pick her sister's scent out apart from the dank smells of rotting wood and aged air. Even though the night sky was visible from the inside it felt as if the air in here hadn't circulated in months. Strange. Calamity approached the door as she did most things: head lowered, antlers forward, ready for a fight. There was no guarantee that noise was made Toxicity. Creatures made homes in places like these.