Joining our Rp

    Twilight was at its peak. Any true animal would find nirvana at such a time; the sun had long since bid the mortals into the care of her alabaster companion, and the world had a moment of peace. A reprieve from the blaring hot rays, to breathe in a new light, if you will. The air, as it always seemed to be in his land, was thick-- heavy with a sort of bone-deep malevolence that worked its way beneath the skin and simmered, as if with the presence of some malignant entity of the night. A churning, angry beast in the bellies of those to whom this place was foreign. A looming thrum of solace to the man who'd claimed it for his very own. The darkness served as a cloak for he who had wished to be soundless and concealed in his gallant movements. Such was the case for the solitary canine as he weaved in and out the dark contours of grand oaks, spindly scrag cedars, and the most prevalent of them both, stone monuments. He knew exactly where he was going; no stranger was he to the dense press of dead earth below his step or the granite testaments to the dead at his sides. The Graveyard, as it had been called by those who once ruled it, had become his fondest of companions since he had discovered it, embracing him when necessary and shying away in the daylight hours. He liked to think it welcomed him as a creature of the night, recognizing him as one of its own, caring for him like it would, say, a fox or a raccoon. As most a figurative being could, anyway. Nevertheless, tonight there was no such peace to be had in the eyes of a one Rudolph Centurion.

    Indeed, he knew that as present monarch of the Immoral, he played a rather important role in keeping the pack alive and in line. Yet, they had a capable assembly of Royals who would do as commanded and Civilians who managed the glut of the dirty work, and though Rudolph himself had not seen to their progress in keeping the borders steady as of late, he had full confidence in their competence with the tasks they had been granted. He had begun his journey from the Town Square at the cusp of dawn, and he was sure he wouldn't be missed in such a short duration anyways, or missed at all for that manner. They would see this as some great amnesty, of course. Even so, perhaps they would assume he was about some important magisterial duties of the sort, and not simply scavenging for something new and shiny to sate his inherent restlessness. So sturdy pillars picked and strode their way through the maze, angled to pass the granite structures up ahead. A scattered sigh left the noble creature's lips before its head reached to the heavens and back down once more. Thick tail wavering just below muscular hocks, the man glanced over his back with a creeping, partially instinctual, partially artificial suspicion. It would not bode well for any beating heart to be caught in Immoral territory, for them or the monarch. Why, that would be a downright travesty. Pale azure eyes narrowed, the tips of charcoal lips tugging apart in the slightest manner before he eased his muzzle to the earth, nose carefully passing along the sod patches, picking up the faint marker of the assigned border. Rudolph's eyes widened a fraction whilst scripts and averages rolled before his right eye like clockwork, layered over the tissue of his tapetum lucidum like a second skin as he scoured the lazy cyan doodles of urine across the terrain. 35% and dwindling-- a night or two young at the least. Surely something he would later have to confront the Guard about; a tedious, but necessary evil, though a spark of interest was felt within the throes of his own enjoyment of the task, however surly he appeared while preforming it. His negligence lately did stand to reason that the blame did relatively rest on his shoulders, though the fact remained that such an undertaking was more than simple. Leg cocking, he marked over it with a chary snort, hind legs digging into the region and impressing his influence into the soil.

    Now, as for my lovely companion.

    A grim gaze swept across the mechanically-saturated vastness. It was no doubt the ideal area to duck about the shadows and await some animal of prey, except he was anything but, and this he would let this stranger know straight off the cuff. The man took a deep breathe of night air, the loud roll of chilling baritone not quite unlike that of a lupe's echoed and spelled out into the atmosphere.

     "Come out, come out, my dear..." He tread methodically about the land with a sedulous expression, jaws agape in a pant that spilled the mists of the frigid hours of dark. His chest swelled and hammered with a barbarous enthusiasm as he rounded another statue. Through his right vision, the monarch could sense this anonymous creature was close. "You wouldn't want to bump into the big bad wolf, now."