Breaking and Entering (Open to ALL)

[Montgomery]

Beowulf

It was a rich stormy night. The air was thick as the rain poured and the lightning danced across the sky. Visibility in this storm was poor as the lethal creature stepped forth from the forest out into the opening of the farm. A loud boom of thunder rang through the heavy rain and lightning flashed, revealing the magnificent, large creature. His heavy steps were silenced by the insanely heavy rainfall. The smell of dogs was still strong even in this weather. Beowulf couldn't help but grin at the smell. To his dismay the still lingering smell of dogs was old and out of date. It seems this place was inhabited and had been for quite some time.

The massive liger made his way across the barnyard, looking leisurely from right to left, taking in the sights in this dreary night. As his brilliant green eyes fell upon the barn, something unusual caught his attention. What made him stop was the damage dealt to the barn doors. Apparently there had been a struggle seeing as one of the doors had been demolished and broken off. He made note to avoid the splinters as he moved closer to the barn. Dried old blood came to his nose as he looked around, noticing a skeleton of a dog that had been slaughtered some time ago. He could only smirk at its misfortune.

Just as he was about to turn away, a new smell lingered in his nostrils. His sick smirk slowly faded into a sinister scowl. With a roar, he lunged into the barn and took in yet another deep breath. He could smell a hell hound had been here. A growl rumbled deeply from his throat as he took in the smell. "Tsume...", he muttered to himself in outrage. Something in his mind snapped as he roared yet again, throwing himself at the remaining intact barn door, swiping one of his mighty paws at it, breaking a huge chunk out of the door, sending splinters and wood chips everywhere.

"One day I WILL find you...The boss man isn't too happy with you and the rest of your filthy kind...Stupid hell hounds...couldn't stay in a damn lab and do their jobs...No wonder The Boss wants me to kill them or return them to the lab..."

The cold, large drops of rain seemed to cool his temper as he made his way towards the farmhouse. As he neared the building, the smell of dogs weakened. The farmhouse had been empty of all things for quite some time as well. Beowulf slowly made his way onto the back porch and stared intently at the solid wooden door, blocking his way into the building. A cool grin spread across his maw as he raised up and slammed both paws against the door. The oak door splinter and cracked at his mass size and strength. He chuckled a bit as he stepped back and threw himself at the door, slamming his two front paws at the door again. Finally, with a groan of protest, the door gave way, falling inside, broken in half.

A content purr escaped his throat as he casually padded inside, looking at the empty, dusty, cobweb infested kitchen. There was no smell of humans, food, or anything really. Just the smell of old age and that empty musty house smell. Boring. Hoping to find something more interesting, he made his way into the larger living room, finding it's state the same as the kitchen. He mumbled under his breath, "How droll..." The massive cat made his way up the stairs. Each step caused the stair to groan loudly in protest of his weight. Upon reaching the top floor, he found that all the rooms' doors were left open.

His expression easily went from insane to bored as he sauntered his way down the hall. Closet...Boring...Quest room...BORING...Bathroom...B-O-R-I-N-G! At last he reached the end of the hallway and found something that pleased him greatly. It was the master bedroom, and inside it lay a king sized bed, unmade and looking rather comfortable. Without hesitation, the over sized jungle cat mix leaped onto the couch and made himself comfortable, laying on his side, propped up. The bed was soft and so were the sheets and comforter. This only made him purr happily,and yawn. He not only was bored, but slightly sleepy as well. Just as those deep green eyes began to close, a creaking sound came to his ears. He merely opened one eye, listening to the sound. It was coming from under the bed. Before Beowulf could get off to see what was going on, the legs of the bed snapped, causing the mattress to fall hard on the floor. Even as the bed broke and crashed to the floor, Beowulf didn't even budge, he laid there in his propped up and soon to be napping position.

"I could get used to this..." Beowulf, the massive and terrifying liger, let out one last large yawn before closing his eyes for some rest...

[kyzukki]

Kyzukki shivered as she darted through the rain. It had started pouring a little while ago, and the pounding droplets mocked the Akita/Irish Setter pup, soaking her white fur through, and making her ginger paws, right ear, and tail tip look darker, like fresh blood. Sneezing softly, she ducked under a bush, it's meager protection allowing for very little relief from the downpour. She shivered again, brown eyes annoyed and miserable. She wasn't too fond of rain... Storms, yes, but rain...

Sighing, the eight-month-old prepared to preform another mad dash for the next pathetic form of protection, when a vicious flash of lightening lit up the open space before her. It illuminated an abandoned barn and farmhouse, both looking as if they would collapse under the sheer power of the storm. Startled, the young healer blinked, then frowned, before a crash of thunder had her sensitive ears flincing. She made her decision.

The sprint from the tree-line to the farmhouse was a fast one. She ignored the barn, since its' doors and structure were both messed up enough that she didn't want to risk falling asleep where she might be crushed. The house looked sturdier, and she gratefully too shelter for a moment on the porch, under the overhang, and made her cautious way to the door. When she reached it, she froze, staring at the damaged door and sneezing softly at the confusing, feline smell that premeated the area.

What the hell kind of cat could break down a farmhouse door? she wondered bewilderedly. Scratch that, better question. WHY would a cat, a decidedly large one by the looks of things, want to break in, in the first place? A crash of thunder, and a shift in the wind, sending a vicious gust of icy, wet wind slicing through her fur, answered her question. She shook herself off firmly and slipped past the broken door, body crouched and brown eyes darting around warily. She hoped that, if the large cat was still inside (which, according to the nearly overwhelming scent of male aggression and feline pheremones that filled the air, she was guessing that it was a high probability), she seriously didn't want to disturb it.

Slipping silently down the hall, she glanced through the rooms, taking in each one with wariness and curiosity...That is, until she reached the master bedroom. Peering inside, she froze, eyes going huge as they landed on the snoozing form of the large cat. He's freaking HUGE! Her mind yelped, and, crouched low in nervousness and shock, she quickly and carefully backed away...

And promptly stepped on what seemed to be the ONLY squeaky floorboard in the hallway.