Shelter from the Rain [open]

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[atrb=background,http://i963.photobucket.com/albums/ae113/gimble2355/basilmiddle.jpg] "Talk" The sky was clouded, not a shred of sunlight shining through despite it being midday. The large male dog stood, nose in the air. Rain was coming. It wasn't a surprise, but it was good to know he should find some shelter. He walked for a while, his mind focusing on the constance of his movement. Basil was trying to distract himself. Loneliness had taken hold of his old soul. He hadn't had a real companion since Carana, the bird from the mountains. But she had died some time ago. The underlying quality to his personality was loyalty, but he had nothing to be loyal to. He had no purpose, and the emptiness he felt was far worse than the cold of the weather. The Irish Wolfhound was brought back from his focus as a drizzle began to drop from the skies. He looked at his surroundings, quickly observing and trying to find a shelter, his initial mission. his eyes weren't what they used to be, but they were enough to tell him he was on a sort of beach. His large paws sunk into the sand as he approached the shore. His nose picked up nothing but water and rain, so he was completely unaware that he had wandered into the territory of the Lexis Tribe. Maybe his loneliness had drawn him to a place with company without him realizing it. Basil had a basic knowledge of the war. He had been at the meeting where the treaty was proposed. He was always one for peace, loving to all species, so it was lucky he hadn't wound up in some other territory. The rain picked up, and Basil quickly decided to head to a boat still connected to a dock in the bay. He jumped in and nearly slipped on the slick deck, but he kept his balance. By the time he reached the cabin door, it was pouring down rain. What his deteriorating eyes hadn't seen was that the door was shut. The large male pushed on it, but it wouldn't budge. He was tired and cold, and there weren't many other options, so he decided to keep trying. He backed up, tensed his body, and released, slamming into the door with his shoulder. The impact pushed the bottom of the door in, with just enough of an opening for him to get inside. As soon as he was in, he shook his wiry coat. He was wet, but at least he was out of the rain now. The air inside was stagnant and full of dust. This place hadn't been entered since before the human extinction. There was so much history in this little boat cabin, but Basil could save that for later. For now, he need to rest his old bones, so he found his was to a small bed and curled up, closing his tired eyes and drifting off into dreams of companionship.