foreigner's god / returning

[BUBONICPLAGUE]

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; padding: 10px; height: auto; overflow: auto;"][div style="width: 400px; padding: 0px; line-height: 14px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica;"]it had been quite some time since he'd heard anything of the rosebloods. for a brief while he had resided there, among the many rooms of the old mansion. he had left before the fire, moved around some, then settled in the ascendants. news of moon's death was spread quickly. bubonicplague had been rather absent of late, and while he always put up the front of not liking the kid, a certain fondness had grown within the demon's rotten heart. he wasn't a bad kid and he wasn't a bad leader. sure, he could be stupid, but what had once been annoyance and aggression turned to half-hearted playful rudeness. he would miss moon.

with no attachments to the ascendants now, no real reason to remain there, the dire wolf left. he'd heard the rosebloods had moved away, found a new, lush home within a jungle surrounded by desert. rumor had it beasts roamed the sands. sounded interesting enough, at least to bub; of course, he hated rainforests with a passion. humid and wet all the time, with monkeys and other stupid beasts that didn't know how to shut up, residing company included. still, it was a new place. a new start. he really didn't need one, didn't particularly want one, but whatever. he was only alive out of spite at this point.

heavy paws brought him to a slow stop before enormous doors. old, rotten. he could easily break them down and waltz in, but... didn't want bad blood so soon, did he? sightless eyes stared into the cracks for a long time before a paw lifted and slammed once against the door. he took a step back and twitched an ear. "bubonicplague." the beast rumbled out. whether or not someone heard him, he didn't exactly care. he was only keen on getting the process over with. "returning. i guess."