LISTEN CLOSELY WHILE I WHISPER YOUR DEMISE

Once more she was drawn to the SS Antitox, maybe under the delusion that she would run into the lupine that refused to speak and would somehow hear his voice. Whatever the reason, the tawny monster stood atop the tin roof and surveyed the surrounding landscape. Positively boring, dreary, lifeless, drab, any synonym would work. Long tail would flick in annoyance, pale golden orbs flicking about her surroundings, inspecting it for hidden nooks she had missed earlier. Nothing. A growl of displeasure rumbled in her chest, the beast thoroughly irritated by the lack of appeal this place held to her. Powerful frame would lay down upon the chilled metal, lounging with her immense paws hanging off the edge. What would the gods throw at her now? Probably something equally as boring and annoying as this place...