(Anybody wanna catch me up? =^^= )

-:-Aberdare-:-

He sat up, licking his white jaws. He shuttered as he heard a strange voice asking something. But it seemed to pass, and after a few moments of silence between the siblings, nothing seemed to come back or linger. He stood on weary legs and looked up at the darkening sky. "We need to find shelter. Too many carriers around here, for my likes. In the morning we should look for other clean dogs and get the hell out of here." he turned back to his amber sister.

+:+Persica+:+

It was all she could do not to whine in fear. She felt the fur along her spine rise in terror. She looked up at Abe, but he sat motionless, listening. His thick, fluffy ears swiveled as he did so. Then he turned to her and muttered quietly. She nodded, still not daring to make a sound. Her pale eyes scanned the dim landscape around them, finding nothing different than before. She stood carefully after her brother and together, they approached a small building across the street that seemed quiet and empty enough.

:.Wulfund.:

Oh, no. Again, he managed to get himself in front of a carrier. His fur rose and his legs stiffened. He was ready to dash, once again. He drew his lips above his teeth and bared them fiercely. Maybe he could keep this one at bay, it wasn't so large, after all. He took two slow steps backwards.

-:-Aberdare-:-

He lowered himself onto the hard, grubby ground. He wrapped his thick tail by his side, and let his head droop. He looked out the doorway, seeing little difference from the space around him. He sighed and stretched his tired legs again. He wished for once, that he had a home. Somewhere safe, warm, it didn't even have to be very clean. Just somewhere he and his sister could sleep, at the same time, without having to fear..

He knew he would take first watch, tonight. If Persica ever got any sleep, she slept first. Otherwise she was always too scared from the sounds in the night. He licked the top of her head as she laid down by him and focused his eyes on the crooked doorway.

+:+Persica+:+

She slunk into the shack behind her brother. She looked at him a moment, weary and scraggly, but still strong and very conscious. At the literal end of every day, she was glad to have him. She slumped down next to him, feeling his warm fur against her. She closed her eyes, but for a long time she didn't sleep. She imagined she heard something other than mice in the walls. Sometimes she thought she heard the scuffs of paws on the broken pavement outside, but then, Aberdare would tell her. Wouldn't he?

Luckily, she didn't think long enough to question it. She fell into an uneasy sleep and had no memorable dreams.

:.Wulfund.:

He shuttered. How, he wondered, did he get into this? He had an all-new hatred for infected and carriers. He stepped further away; fear. No, this would not be the last thing he felt, the thing he died reeking of. And he sure as hell wasn't going to do it as a carrier. His foot bumped something rough and stoney. A pile of bricks. He slipped up the stack, although he slipped and skinned part of his back leg somewhat badly. He turned instantly, facing the carrier. At least now, he'd have high ground. He would see him coming and still be able to act, rather than just run. For once.

(Is it just me or is Myka the most clean-acting carrier in the roleplay...? )