10-04-2021, 01:51 PM
it is the cold, nipping drizzle pelting against his muzzle and saturating his fur until he is damp that wakes romulus up. it is not a soft lull to consciousness but a rude awakening. he starts with bristling fur at his nape and along his spine, teeth bearing and low warning growls emitting from deep in the strong column of his throat. heart thuds rapidly in his chest, too loud in his ears as he wrenches himself from the cold stone where he's ...collapsed? curled up?
ears slick back to his skull as he takes rapid stock of his surroundings; not making sense of the strange things that he can think of only as caves; though the foreign architecture does not strike him as nature made. the desolate stone buildings sing a lonesome song, beckoning him into the shelter they offer all the same.
it is only after romulus ascertains he is in no ( immediate ) danger that he cautiously draws near the nearest one, shrugging inside the rotting doorframe; dispelling naked wood stripped of it's bark and shaped to fit the archway. a steady 'drip, drip' comes from a small hole above, in which dismal grey light of the dawning morning peeks through.
ears slick back to his skull as he takes rapid stock of his surroundings; not making sense of the strange things that he can think of only as caves; though the foreign architecture does not strike him as nature made. the desolate stone buildings sing a lonesome song, beckoning him into the shelter they offer all the same.
it is only after romulus ascertains he is in no ( immediate ) danger that he cautiously draws near the nearest one, shrugging inside the rotting doorframe; dispelling naked wood stripped of it's bark and shaped to fit the archway. a steady 'drip, drip' comes from a small hole above, in which dismal grey light of the dawning morning peeks through.
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