{Intrusion}

[sunshineafteralll]

Trinket

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Several hairless bodies wriggled blindly, trying to reach their goal. They were soothed and guided by an equally tiny snout and the whiskers that framed it. After a few moments sucking sounds filled thier world, not knowing that it would soon be destroyed.
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The sound also resounded in the world of another. Small, pale paws moved slowly, ears thingyed for any sounds of panic, any indication that their quarry was aware of someone other than themselves. Wide doe eyes surveyed the space around them as the 'landscape' moved across their sight. The carpeting was worn and frayed, often to the point where cold tile showed. Painted faces sneered down from their frames, unaware that their decrepit condition was worth the same response. Flakes of plaster covered both; an advertisement promising 'Family Time on the Road!' did not seem to take into account that perhaps many of its viewers would not be attracted to the idea of riding along cardboard landscapes with headless companions.

The alert ears caught the slightest sound of shifting, and the entire body froze in the darkness. Feathered legs turned a cornor, passing through spiderwebs along the way, their occupants' lives now put in jeopardy. But this was of no concern to limbs, and they continued past the shredded comforters and molding frames. For the wide doe eyes were focused on the pile of rotting wood in the cornor; they were contrasted in their purity by a brow crouched low in concentration. Once more the body paused. Then in a fluid moment the drawer was flung open, and the rat inside it clamped in lethal jaws. The creature screamed one long teakettle scream, and its young added their own screeches. Suddenly the sound was cut short, and all that could be heard was slight wimperings and quick breaths.

The dollish face turned sour in disgust at the sight of the fleshy forms below; their quiet cries grated the feathered ears. The ivory muzzle, spotted with blood, approached the forms, and the lips lifted as a growl tore from them. Several tiny hearts stopped in unison. The childish eyes appeared satisfied. The limp form secured in sharp teeth once more, the little limbs folded and released like a spring, landing on the motheaten blankets.

They settled there for the meal.
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[Wintec]

Everything was quiet. A huge decrepit building stood, it looked as though it could fall to the earth any second. The young male Borzoi looked the odd building over. It seemed like a nice place to explore. He walked up to the front door that was barely hanging on its hinges. Dust kicked up under his feet. A sneeze emerged from him. He squinted to read the small writing en-scripted upon the door. All he could make out was that the old, shaky building used to be a hotel.

Being that Donatello was of the curious kind he walked forward closer towards the door. He could barely slip through the doorway without knocking the door completely off its hinge. He wagged his tail as he entered the lobby. With a loud crash the door fell to the floor. Donatello jumped three steps sideways at the sound. he felt silly, its only a door. The place was a bit creepy. It was hard to believe humans had once inhabited the place. The carpet was soiled from the recent rain and the walls were crumbling. Donatello's large eyes took everything in. His attention turned to the large grand staircase that apparently lead to the upper levels. He stepped closer to the stairs. The floor boards squeaked below him. His huge body lept into the air and landed on the first step. They felt sturdy. He decided to continue and trotted hastily up the rest of the stairs.

As he reached the landing he looked around. There seemed to be no one around except for him. He jumped onto the landing and turned right down a long corridor. He admired the artwork upon the crumbling walls and wondered how they looked if they were not covered in dust. All the room's doors had been left open so Donatello peeked into each one as he continued down the hallway. As he continued he thought he heard a a noise from one of the rooms ahead. Picking up sped he came closer to the source of the faint noise. He almost missed the sight of a small dog in the room to his left as he continued down the hallway. he stopped dead in his tracks. He wasn't scared, his size was enough to win over something as tiny as the dog before him. He backed up and looked into the room to get a better idea of what he was up against.

[sunshineafteralll]

Trinket

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The blood washed over her lips and tonuge, and she sighed through a mouthful. Rat was far from her preferred diet, but she had to make sacrifices if she were to remain in one piece; any larger dogs she encountered would be far too much hassle to dispose of. She quickly tore through her meal as her eyes traveled around the room. It was comfortable, and for a moment the jaws paused and her doe eyes spoke of hesitance. If only to remain for a few days... But sense soon had the most of her. It would be quite silly to put herself in jeopardy for an unpredictably ruined building with llittle prey other than small rodents (she shuddered at the thought of consuming them more than necessary) and the stale yet present scent of canine urine. She blinked suddenly as a stream of droplets cascaded onto her ebony and ivory fur. Her lip curled in appreciation of the irony of the moment as she rolled across the decaying bedspread. Well, that settled it. Being wet was not desired either.

Her grin quickly deflated as a creak emenated from the hall. Her muscles tensed as her thoughts raced around her mind like that greyhound that had lived on 17th street. The sounds continued, and a few moments later her body had relaxed slightly as her ears strained for the source. Another large animal, a dog, for no other creature of that size could mount stairs... Her nose captured the aroma of wet fur, mildew, and male. The pale muzzle crinkled slightly as the last note danced about her head. Definately a dog. There was only one way to deal with such a character; she quickly cleaned the worst of the rat's life from her paws and face and settled herself back onto the bed. Confidence was key, for she was unaware of his prescence, and when she did realize he was near, she would be shocked and vulnerable. Better to be underestimated than overestimated. Besides, full use of the dollish face often caused her to be able to leave with little conflict at all. Now, whoever said that frailty could not be useful? It was not favored, but useful it was all the same; such a feature had kept her alive from the very beginning. Her rusted and blackened bow of a charm shook as she shuddered slightly at memories best kept repressed. She took dainty bites from what remained of the carcass and waited.

Her chest had only fluttered with breath a few times before the outline of an elongated head became visible. It appeared to be about thrice the size of her own, and her earlier thoughts were proved correctly. She leaned forward slightly, her wide eyes filled with curiosity and a touch of concern and fear, her overall expression inviting.

Hello sir. Is there anything I may help you with?
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[Wintec]

From the smell of things the small dog had just finished a meal. She was now seated upon the large bed in the center of the room. Donatello looked the female over once more. She was quite small, except for her ears. Her ears were very large compared to her petite frame. He kept his expression soft, he did not want to worry her. He truly meant no harm. He had just let his curiosity get the best of him. He listened as a small voice emerged from the female. At the sound of her voice he knew she wasn’t to threatened by his presence. He walked forward into the confines of the large room.

Begin me pardon miss, Donatello said politely, I thought I was the only one here. He looked around to make sure this was the only surprise he would find in the dark room. I have just been taking a look around. Marvelous place. Donatello really hoped this wasn’t someone’s territory. That would just cause to many issues to count. My name is Donatello, he said kindly, may I ask yours?

Donatello wasn’t the best conversation starter, but he got by. He enjoyed meeting new canines, it opened up for new opportunities. As he waited for the female to respond he stepped closer to the bed which she lightly sat upon. His head could sit upon the mattress if he stood there thanks to his height. He decided he would be better off taking a seat at the end of the bed frame. So he did. He sat back on his haunches and looked into the small dogs eyes.

[sunshineafteralll]

Trinket

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Her great eyes traveled across his face and form. Yes, he would be troublesome to dispose of if such a thing came to be, and she disliked trouble after meal; it made her stomach terribly sore. His mannered speech was rewarded with a tinkling laugh. It was a shame that she had just consumed rat, for it looked as though that her digestion would not be impaired by any discomforts.

His large eyes seemed to quickly form an opinion of every object in the room, and yet what they thought of her could not be easily found. Her brow narrowed slightly. Ah, a challenge. He was one to watch constantly yet make no show of it, for characters as himself were hard to define.

He almost seemed to know of such a though as he approached where she lay. At his question the little ears flicked back as the sound of pealing bells left her throat. A smile, more of a smirk really, played across ivory lips. Well, my dear Donatello, you may ask, but I am not certain that you will receive an answer. She addressed him at eye level, thanks to the added height of the mattress. But yes, it is rather marvelous, isn't it? Perhaps you would care to take a seat. Her charm made a grating jangle as she nodded towards the arm chair. Interesting as though it was to be able to see the other's expression so clearly, his proximity was a bit of a risk she was not prepared to take. As the feathered ears bounced with the rest of her head, she inhaled the rich scent of decay layered over something that smelled rather sharp yet smooth; perhaps a spice? And yet as the rusted bow landed on her chest she was reminded of a way he could prove instantly useful.

She trained her doe eyes on the piece of stone that lay cusioned on his fur, then gave him the full power of their melting texture. If don't mind me asking a question of my own, what signifigance does such a trinket have? I have seen a few others around here, all with decorations hanging from their necks, but with not a human in sight, thank heavens. Yet her voice was not so much grateful as it was bitter, and venom saturated the last several words.
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[Wintec]

Donatello felt uncomfortable, this was a peculiar situation. He really did not know what to make of it all. He had only been exploring the confines of an old hotel, yet he comes across a courages small dog with overly large ears. What were the odds. Donatello tried not to look dead strait into the eyes of the female. He could sense her reactions to everything that had happened in the last few moments. When he spoke politely, she laughed. He was only trying to act like a proper gentleman. Her chuckle really did not get to him to much, he had a solid attitude. He never let anything stupid get to him, he could take a hit.

To Donatello’s surprise his polite attitude was only returned by no answer. The female had obviously not had enough trust in him to give a name. What’s in a name? Its only a friendly thing to address someone by.A name didn’t matter a lot but he would have liked to have learned her name as reference for any future encounters. OK, Donatello wasn’t really to interested in the female what so ever. All he really wanted to find out was where her allegiances lie.

It was now apparent that she definitely did not trust him. She offered for him to take a seat in a rather small armchair a good five feet away from where he sat now. He didn’t argue. He lifted himself off the soggy floor and walked towards the dust covered chair. Donatello looked at the chair, there was no possible way for his huge body to fit on the chair’s cushion. However, not sitting in the chair may make issues with the little princess dog upon the bed. He jumped on his hind legs and lifted his lean body onto the uncomfortable seat. It took him a moment or two to get situated, but then he sat still.

Donatello had noticed the young ladies eyes focus on the stone around his neck. He didn’t move. What was wrong with her examining his prized charm. She spoke, and it took a few moments for Donatello to come up with a proper answer. Why of course I don’t mind you asking a question, he paused. He thought more about an answer. He bent his narrow muzzle down on his white chest. He stared at his charm that hung on the old silver chain. He thought of his sister, he hadn’t seen her in so long. You know, I really don’t understand the significance myself. There are different stories of what happened but I don’t know which ones to believe. All I know is that my sister has the other half of mine.