Ruler of the South

OOC: This took forever to write.
I looked out from the apartment building. There were couches arranged around a makeshift fireplace. Several 12 gallon water barrels were located in the apartment, holding enough water for 60 days if need be. The water had been there for 10 years. Untouched.

I was in my animal form, lying on a ledge created by bay windows. He was on the penthouse apartment, 20 stories above the street. I could see the usual emptiness of the South. It wasn't a very active place. I glanced behind me, letting out a slight whimper. 10 years I hadn't been here. 10 years I had forbidden myself from coming here. Now, here I was.

When I walked into this apartment, the pain of 10 years had stabbed me in the heart. 10 years since Emily had been killed. I was beyond crying. I just let the pain eat away at me each day, like some vicious piranha. I looked back outside, seeing a figure on the street. Might as well go speak to it.

I jumped off of the ledge, transforming back to a human and moving to the exit. I took one last look, smiling at all the memories, before exiting the penthouse. I walked to the stairs. There was a pulley system attached so that you could get down quickly - as long as you didn't let go -. I hopped into it, taking the rope and lifting it from the locking case. Letting it down slowly, I made my way down to the ground. It cut the time getting down in half.

Once I got down, I exited the elevator and walked to the front door. I hesitated, then opened it up and shut the door fast. I glanced around the street for the figure, hoping it was still there. It wasn't, so I walked into the street, looking for any tracks. Right now I could use some company. I transformed back into a Red Wolf, putting my nose down and smelling the scent of the lion. I followed it into the building, then glanced up at the two people. I watched their conversation, waiting for them to notice me.

I heard him say this, grinning slightly. Transforming back to my human form, I walked into view. I put my fingers on my lips, brow, then lips. Lets eat. Lets think. Lets talk. My face was full of wrinkles, and a light stubble could be seen on my face. My hair was spotted with gray strands, from years of uncertainty. I had a slightly ripped T-Shirt on, and some baggy jeans with tears on them. My sandals seemed to be a size too big, and part of the back was showing on them. Better then going bare feet.

"Hello." I tell them, in my steady canine voice, scanning the people. They seemed nice enough, not too hostile. One was even in a relaxed pose. I'm sure that was just a fake though, he would lung out at me at any moment.

OOC: I'll just wait for Angel before posting :3

"Indeed I do." I tell him, bringing my armpit up and sniffing it. There was some odd scents there, but nothing too foreign to him. I glanced at the people again. "Don't worry. I won't bite." I tell then, about to add to that. My days of wisecracking were over. I really should just be wise. "They call me Maxx." I tell them, moving towards the guy closed to me, the one that was a lion and reaching out to shake his hand.

ooc: Grason is already in human form.

I glanced at them both. They didn't seem to be too friendly. I even thought one of them was eying me like food. "I have just came here to seek some companionship. I gets rather dull around here..." I tell them, muttering the last sentence. I moved to the person on the couch, reaching to take his hand in a shake. This is what makes The Abandoned City such a terrible place. There was no trust.