Mosh in CHURCH (open)

[|Runaway|]

Don't fret precious I'm here
Step away from the window
and go back to sleep.

Churches were supposed to be a place of fellowship and a place where one could repent. Salvation was found here, souls were saved and spared from hell fire. A place where one felt accepted and always welcome. Funny though, once the people were gone, this place was just another decayed building. No one would be coming here to save themselves from eternity in hell or for fellowship with others. No one would be coming here for much of anything anymore and now a demon wandered up the aisle. A cold hearted monster who didn't care where his soul was bound to go when his body gave out and died. He was certain he would go below if such a place existed. Criminal never bothered to think about his afterlife. He didn't see the point. He had no time for such things, he was to busy making earth Hell for the unfortunate souls who stumbled upon him.

His mud colored pillars pulled him forward slowly. His neck twisted and moved his large head to each side. His large tongue licked at his chocolate labrums and then hung limply from his jaw. His auds flicked up and twitched around listening for signs of other life around him. A small church mouse was crawling around somewhere. A bird fluttered out above him and flew off into the open sky. Criminal sniffed around and the scent of mold ripped into his nasal cavities. He scrunched his face up and sneezed twice. He shook himself and kept trudging along.

His lungs expanded and he yawned. He licked his lips again and looked around. He wandered between some benches and then back into the aisle. He trotted up to what used to be the pulpit and sniffed around. Nothing in this church was just terribly interesting to him right at the moment, but he hoped someone would come along so he could toy with them. He was really bored.

Counting bodies like sheep
to the rhythm of the war drums

[BLAIDD]

It was a nice day out, warmer than usual, with a bright blue sky and glaring white snow. Alice was settled in the bushes just beyond the cemetery behind the church, the snow around her red with blood, the remains of a wild hare scattered at her feet. The splintered bones and some fragments of brain and organs were all that remained of the winter-lean hare, and she happily licked these fragments up before refreshing herself with bloody snow.

Her belly full, Alice began wandering through the graveyard, peering vacantly at the stones as she passed them. She couldn't read them, human letters meant nothing to her, but their mere existence was a curiosity to her. Why shove your dead in the ground when their flesh could feed so many? It was superbly stupid, as far as she was concerned. She paused before a high statue, the white stone crumbling and turning black and green. It was a human, a female, she thought, with huge feathery bird wings on its back; perfectly stupid, she thought.

She left the statue and made her way towards the rotting wooden gate that led towards the town. The church was the closest building, the back wall gleaming old and grey in the watery sunlight, peeling paint curling to show the dark rotting wood beneath. The windows were grimy, the sills warped and twisting, but the panes were more intact than any of the other buildings, making the church much warmer than the other buildings. It was one of Alice's favorite winter hideouts, although she didn't care for the fact that she usually had to share it; today it should have stood empty, the day nice enough that most dogs would be outdoors enjoying this respite from the frigid weather.

Looking forward to a quick, private nap, Alice went around to the front of the church, and knew the moment she entered the doorway that the church was not empty. The scent of dog permeated the air, and a single scent stood out from the rest, fresher than the others; so fresh, in fact, that she knew without looking that he was still inside. She considered leaving, and peered over her shoulder to assess her other options; the general store had plenty of soft things to make a bed within, she could easily go there. But she didn't want too; the church was where she wanted to be, and damn it, it was where she would be. She trotted in, and as a greeting to the other dog, gave a dismissive grunt.

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[|Runaway|]

Someone else had come along and their scent managed to make itsself known over the overwhleming stench of the mold. Criminal couldn't see down into the church from behind the pulpit, but he knew the other canine was female. She didn't seem very pleased that Criminal was in here, was this her territory? Criminal thought not, he scented no clear owner and thought the land to be free to anyone. Either way he didn't care, he was here now and the brute had no intention of leaving for some bitch and her petty desires. The two tone beast crept slowly around the rotting, collapsing pulpit. The wench let out a grunt as if telling the brute to make his exit, quickly at that. He couldn't help but let out a dark laugh. Was she really expecting him to just up and leave because she had grunted at him? She had another thing coming, especially now that he knew she wanted him gone he had no intention of leaving.

Criminal finally saw the bitch and almost laughed again, simply because the two could pass for siblings. Criminal's pelt was darker and his tail was docked. How lovely. He kept his distance from the vix for now, but he always had the habit of inching closer to females. He honestly didn't know why, but it usually happened. He wouldn't get close to a male unless he fought with them though. However, that was true for most males was it not? The multi-colored monster smiled darkly at the female. He felt like playing today. "Awe, and here I thought you'd be happy to see me." He feigned sadness by drooping his cropped ears and hanging his head slightly, but honestly he could care less. He seated himself to make it known to the bitch he had no intention of leaving anytime soon. He looked up at the female and smirked.

He could be nice, he could leave and let the vix do whatever it is she came in here to do. He could only guess it was to sleep, what else could one do in here? Criminal looked around the old, rotting building and saw nothing worth coming in here for other than nap. It was warm in here and the benches looked comfortable enough. It was the perfect place to sleep during the winter time when the weather outside was cold and unkind. Winter was his favorite time of year, he hated the summer when fleas and ticks ran wild and the constant need to have your tongue lolled out of your head like a moron so you wouldn't over heat. Sure panting was needed for life to continue, but you had to admit it looked bloody stupid. The brute felt and itch tingling on his left shoulder and sratched it feverishly. Once the itch was scratched he shook himself and looked around a bit more.

From his quick survey of the town on the way into the church, this building was definitely in the best shape. The windows were all basically still in place despite the snaking window sills, warped from what he could only guess had been years of water damage. The door was narrow and wouldn't allow much wind into the building. That was good for the winter time, but he could only imagine how hellish it was in here in the summer. He would make sure to avoid this building if at all possible, assuming it hadn't rotted to the point it collapsed before then. Criminal looked back at the vix and waited for her to say something, if she would say anything.