The Devil in a Church, (Open)

[Jinket]

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/xgcg85.jpg] "Once more into the Fray, into the last good fight I'll ever know." Allegro's sadistic husky voice rang out through the church as he recited a favorite poem of his. His voice was quiet, though, and menacing. Really, his voice was bloodcurdling, uncomfortable when he was speaking his poem. Allegro's voice would never miss a beat if he were talking to another canine, wheeling in his need to harm. For a moment, anyway. The Ibizan hound stared up to the large ceiling of the church and snickered. This was no place for a canine like himself. One who wanted to cause damage and chaos? It was more ironic, him finding himself to be in such a sacred place. At least it had been that for the humans. A low growl was produced at the thought of such creatures ruling over canines. Allegro had never personally met one, but he had heard things that made him sure he would've hated them. Perhaps his owner would've been a serial killer. Then Allegro decided he would've liked him, but only if he was something deadly. "Live and die on this day, live and die on this day." He finished the poem at last before fully entering the church. Allegro was nimble enough to fit through the small slit in the doorway and brought himself in without sound. Crisp, shinning blue eyes stared all around him. To the knocked over pews to the alter, all the way over to the walls which contained colored glass pictures. Allegro found himself more drawn to the alter. The thought of killing someone there made him hot blooded. A sneer stretched over his maw before turning to the right. A skinny, but muscled body came into view. His fur was the normal color of his breed, a chestnut red and ivory white. His back was all chestnut and half of his face was. His tail was almost all red expect for the tip which was dipped with white. Four slender limbs were all white as well as his chest and a strip going down the center of his head. Allegro's muzzle was narrow and long, but the rest of his head was petite and sculpted so each bone could be seen. Allegro considered himself a work of art, pure blood of perfection. However, those were old thoughts from long ago that a younger Allegro would think of. The wiser, smarter Allegro didn't care much for appearance. He wore his scars proudly, but wasn't as cocky with the ladies. Instead, he used charm which seemed to work much better in not pissing them off. Moving down the row, Allegro's flesh colored nose was pressed into everything, getting a good whiff, and then removing it to walk on. Dust littered the floor and a dim light was able to shine through the windows. So dim because the sun was settling and falling on the church in all its glory. A single ray fell on Allegro for a moment and he stared into the light. His skin grew hotter and another sneer found its way onto his maw. " I get it. I don't belong here." He mumbled sarcastically before shrugging and trotting onto to find something else more amusing. It had been quite some time since seeing another canine and he wondered if it was time to stumble across one. After all, Angel Island was only so big. There had to be others somewhere around here. Allegro needed a fix, a game. Anything to amuse his bright mind. It would become dull if he didn’t constantly work it, he knew. Plus his paws and teeth were just aching for something.

[• Ruffian •]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,20,true][atrb=width,560,true][bg=211e24] Tucked away in the corner of the room appeared to be a dark figure, seeming lifeless as it lay on one of the many rows of benches found in the church. His body was completely still in the quickly dimming light of the room, a muscle did not twitch nor did a patch of fur bristle. His ribcage even seemed to make not even the slightest rise and collapse with each slow breath. With no open windows to cause a breeze it was no wonder he had not caught the scent of the canine that padded down an isle on the farther end of the room. Quiet like a mouse this dog was, even if he had not been in such a deep sleep one could wonder if Silas would have been able notice his presence. He awoke suddenly, still without any indication of the dog. Silas lay there a while and picked up his head from the tightly curled up body. His gaze fell upon the window where the light was fading, this was his cue to move out. Having come to the old chapel originally to escape the heat, Silas decided to take a nap and wait it out until dusk fell. Usually he was used to extreme conditions where he comes from, but today his black furred body was not on his side and the heat over powered him. It was normal for Silas to do this, though, being lazy he never passes up a good chance to snooze and relax. A faint voice caught his attention before Silas had stirred from his seat. He followed the voice with his eyes and found it’s culprit by the alter. It was a rather tall dog, maybe even almost as big as Silas, which was new for him. Most domestic dogs he’s met have not been nearly as large as him. Without thinking and by pure instinct the wolfdog rose to his feet all too quietly hopped down from the bench, which in reality was not that tall to begin with, and walked cautiously to the end of the bench where it met the isle. Silas stood at a towering 31 inches, his dark streaked fur covered in dust just on the side he had been laying on, as it had been some time since the chapel was used. Yellow eyes watched the figure move now, toward his direction. Silas stuck his front half out further not to alarm the dog nor make him think he was sneaking up on him. The canine, slowly closing in the large distance between the two, was not only tall but, rather thin and regal looking. His coloration was bold and interesting, the chestnut fur very vibrant and eye catching. Now fully awake, Silas realized this dog may not be as friendly as he had foreseen. The dog held himself well, well gathered and confident, this stirred caution inside of Silas. The wolf looking canine lowered his head, not menacingly, but to watch closer at the dogs movements and initial reaction to Silas. count: 510