poor planning

*Royale* · 10-01-2013, 05:39 PM

Emer was not alone in the presumed state of solitude. Royale?s thoughts trickled haphazardly over an amalgamation of theories as to what these remnants of civilization may have been once upon a time. What manner of beast would have found it necessary to construct such structures ? or better yet what became of its creators? He couldn?t begin to fathom what sort of society had existed within these peculiar hovels. Any evidence of its former occupants had long since been scattered, purged by time and scavengers alike until it was picked clean. With nothing but the crumbling carcass to behold it was a wonder that others, loners especially, hadn?t flocked to the makeshift shelters that could be found beneath the crooked stone walls.

While he perused the strangely fascinating ruins for further clues of its heritage, the blue-eyed canid jerked violently as a flash of lightning sparked overhead. Oh, right. Royale shot the dark clouds a scornful look but his musing had been successfully derailed by the remainder of the weathers lack of cooperation. All the better too, a quick sniff quickly informed him that his supposed aloneness was not longer the case. The aroma that flitted past his nostrils did not register as one belonging to the few territories marked by the established residents of Alacritis. It harbored the same earthy musk that he presently carried but with a softer undertone that illustrated its originator as female.

The sky gave another guttural thrum, the darkening landscape signaling his need to seek out proper accommodations but curiosity won out (was there any doubt?) over necessity and he began tracking it though the sandstone heaps. Paths that hadn?t seen more than the occasional wayfarer were strewn with rubble, the debris proving difficult to navigate a clear route which Royale eventually resigned to clambering over with all the grace of a bloated rodent. He stumbled as he discovered a worthy perk on a somewhat intact structure, its ceiling only partially caved in allowing him to peer inside the vacant dwelling and deem it reasonably safe for entry.

An affirming nod and he once again cast his attention to the streets where his eyes singled out the rover from the stretching shadows. Head cocked to the side Royale observed her movements, acknowledging her lack of injury ? something that occurred quite frequently to rogues such as themselves ? and her passably healthy physique. ?You don?t look like you?re from around here.? Not that he was either but she didn?t have to know that.

?Looking for something??

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