Post by vrtoxin on May 12, 2012 16:23:01 GMT -8
@#!*%! The rather large Whippet mix growled, swiftly turning a corner, only to run into a dead end. “sh**!" He snapped in his Russian, Italian mixed accent. The brute spat, craning his nape to hear the energized yelps and barks of canines; infected dogs. They eventually came into the prospect of his one good eye and raced towards him, tongues lolling and saliva dripping from their jowls as they skidded to a discontinue, approaching their kill slowly now, orbs wild with excitement. “You’re our meal now, Ghost.” That wasn’t his genuine name, but no one knew his name accept for himself, so he received nicknames, and given his rather aloof and anti-social nature, he received one of the names which had just been stated. The Whippet mix stood for a few moments, observing his surroundings intently, cerulean orb glancing briefly at each and every crack, crevice, and opening he could find. As he glanced upwards, he could see the ladder that was attached to apartment buildings; an escape route. The mischievous male let a sly smirk cross his features until leaping, opening his ivory jowls, only to clamp his sharp canines down onto the hard metal and swing on it a few times, aiming for the opening before letting go and soaring through it and angling himself to land on the cold metal. The Whippet mix glanced downwards at the infected before trotting up the stairs until he reached the roof and escaped through the exit used in case of fires.
The large Whippet mix craned his nape and tilted his cranium as he looked over his shoulder so that he could see with his one could eye to check for danger; nothing. He trotted on, eventually nearing the aperture of the sewage area and promenaded inside, weaving and turning through the tunnels. He has done this numerous times before, so he knew this place like the back of his paw. Ghost knew all the dead ends of this place, and also places that could be used as traps and his way to escape routes that not even most of Risk’s pack knew about. If he ever got into a sticky situation, well, let’s just say he would most likely be the victor. The mutt padded on through the sewer with his message that was needed to reach Risk, things had changed tremendously since Risk and his pack had last been topside.
The large Whippet mix craned his nape and tilted his cranium as he looked over his shoulder so that he could see with his one could eye to check for danger; nothing. He trotted on, eventually nearing the aperture of the sewage area and promenaded inside, weaving and turning through the tunnels. He has done this numerous times before, so he knew this place like the back of his paw. Ghost knew all the dead ends of this place, and also places that could be used as traps and his way to escape routes that not even most of Risk’s pack knew about. If he ever got into a sticky situation, well, let’s just say he would most likely be the victor. The mutt padded on through the sewer with his message that was needed to reach Risk, things had changed tremendously since Risk and his pack had last been topside.