Post by Squeeble. on Dec 21, 2007 21:44:08 GMT -5
x I, Plexico Von Duugen The First, have come to claim these lands, The Calico Mansion, as my own.
x I reserve these lands for my pack, Cani di Branco, and it's allies.
x We are a tightly knit pack and only the strongest get in; the weak are kept and protected, and together, our army, our family, will rule Vann City.[/size][/blockquote]
[/blockquote][/center]The air inside the skeleton of what once was a beautiful home and now was a monstrously large building was devastatingly stale as the St. Bernard kicked up dust as he travelled from room to room. A defined clicking noise accompanied him as he moved, and it wasn't the only noise, but it was the only stable one. The noise inside of the house was almost musical in it's rythym and variety; his toenails created the drumming, and the creaks and squeaks of resisting, rusting, rotting floorboards and frames as well as doors and doorways accompanied him to create the eeriest opera there ever was. But it didn't seem to bother him at all.
The dust rose thick and visible inside the mansion, and blurred the large dog's vision almost debilitatingly. Almost is the key word, however, and Plexico had gone through worse than dust in his four years of breathe, and he wasn't about to stop any time soon. The muscles in his legs rippled with every step the dog took, and made the bulk of his weight blatantly apparent. His glossy brown and white coat covered the muscles proudly, each hair oiled and fluffed to create the look of even more bulk on the dog. He was a fine sight to behold anywhere, but Plexico was turned even more magnificent inside this deadened shell of a life that once was.
Plexico nudged a door, and it denied him access to the adjacent room with an angry squeak. He nudged again, harder this time, a boxer's uncertain jab at his larger opponent. Once more the door squeaked, but refused to give way. The male took a few steps back, and with a sharp intake of breath to prepare himself for the collision, his mighty pillars churned and he propelled forwards- directly at the guilty door.
His bulk met the house was a shudder and at the moment of impact, time seemed to pause as fate decided which would win- House or Canine. Eventually the mobile party won, and with a sigh and a crack the door opened and Plexico was deposited on the other side. Raising himself from the floor, the beast shook himself, and dust flew into the air, seeming ashamed to have marred the perfection of his beauty. Plexico did not notice the wayward dust nor the perfect beauty; he only attended to his head. This mansion had proved to be everything he had hoped it would. It held great promise of greater beauty, and Plexico hardly dared believe his luck, but he scented and sighted it, and so it was so. He looked around, intrigued by the room he had found.
It was the house's greatest treasure, the thing it had gaurded closer than anything else. But why? As Plexico looked closer, he could tell beyond a doubt. The stunning trim, the largeness, the clear, tiled floor... no doubt about it. This was the giant's ball room.
And, moreover, it was the newest Vann City pack's meeting room.
A deep, masculine voice rumbled through the giant of a house. It came from a large dog, placed magnificently in front of the podium in the abandoned ball room. If we were so lucky to be in that room the day the dog found his home, we would have heard his heartfelt words and felt his devotion, his desire, and most of all, we would have felt his determination.
Welcome to the new headquarters of the Cani di Branco.
