Small Abandoned Lakehouse, Off the lake...

[FrozenShade]

-desc- To some, from the outside appearance, this is a rather large house with falling shingles, and fading timber. Though seemingly uninhabited, it is truly very much used. Bree lives here, accompanied with both of her pets. Her Malamute, whom normally rests at her side, (Raymond) and her Bloodhound, who sits on the porch, awaiting her return every night. (Britt) The house is mansion-like, but it truly was never completely owned by Bree, she merely moved in since no one was there, and she had no place to stay. The lake edges beat against the foundation of the building, washing away some of the fancy woodwork. If she is no where else, this is a place she can be found. (Bree)

[DarkVulpine]

Stumbling through the darkness, cursing and kicking anything that happened to have the misfortune of being on the ground befor her, Elly haphazardly made her way down the rocky slopes. Still somewhat new to the area, she was yet unfamiliar with the local terrain. However, this particular terrain was proving to be particularly UNlocal. Well, not particularly accessable at any rate. Despite her highly limber build and unparalleled agility in battle, as her increasingly annoying room mate joked, she walked like she had five left feet.
"Damned entisingly remote places; always so annoyingly remote...."
Having recently come into possession of her new pack of dobermen, so promesing, yet still puppys yet, she would need a place to train them.
Finally reaching the bottom of the walkway etched in stone with an ungraceful thump, Elly surveyed her surroundings. If there had been anything in the area somehow unaware of her presence, there wasnt anymore.
Seconds passed before her eyes caught the delapidated house near the lake. It was perfect. Secluded. Vast. Unenhabited. A broad smile crept across the thin lips adorning her attractive, if not a little too thin, face. Brushing thick, strawlike hair from her face, she smoothed the rumples from her now tarnished tuxido in anticipation. Walking with quick strides towards the house, she was at the base of the padio in seconds. And stoped.
The broad smile quickly melted into a wide eyed expression of supprise. While she wasnt the most perceptive human to grace the earth, she, like all living things, could sence when something was amiss. She wasnt quite sure what it was, but it scared her. A low rumbling... or was that the waves? The creaking of wooden plankes... or was that just the wind? Unable to asses just what it was, she was quite sure it wasnt alone.
Whatever it was, didnt have the opportunity to reveal its identity however. Despite all her strong words and violent tendancies, Elly was a scavanger. This didnt bother her, because in this respect she was very much like the mighty tyrent lizard of the triassic period. On the other hand, whatever was out there, was a hunter. And much more dangerous.

[FrozenShade]

-enters her lakehouse- ((OOC: this won't be a very in depth or long post, because, unfortunatly, I am posting this at school and trying not to get caught))

After nimbly scalling the cliffs she so often had--with the advantage of more agility due to her not-so-human powers-Bree strood across the sand. Raymond lumbered off to one side of her, seemingly full of enegry and life as he paced up to the doorway to great his fellow canine, Britt, a wiry bloodhound with large loopy ears and a dark colored muzzle.

Bree shook her head at a thought that came into her; or should we say would have normally come into her head. She was human....well, she HAD been human, not too long ago, maybe even less then a day ago; but now that changed. She was something different, something more...

After a few moments of just standing and staring at her loving pets, Bree took a few fast paces till she got to the steps of the home she had claimed. It looked abandonded for the most part, but if someone was to come to her door, and need a place to stay, she was such that would grant it. Though still her quiet, and shy self, she would not hesitate to help another.

She shifted her moth-eaten coat over her shoulders, aligning it more towards her neck as another wind gusted past. She did this almost not-knowingly. Normally she became very chilled at such a wind as this, but for some reason, her body was used to hiking up her coat during a strong gale, yet her body didn't feel the cold this time. ..I...I can't feel the cold...? She thought to herself before breaking out of another reverie to realize she was still only standing on the steps.

Bree shrugged off any unease, and made her way into her home, slumping down onto the cushioned seat of an old and rotting chair within the front room overlooking the lake.

((OOC: sorry, it REALLY sucks, but meh, couldn't type much, plus it is early. OH well, I will post again later, or add to it =/))