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As time passed, the corpse of the green eyed tom slowly began to reorient. The cacophony of noises had faded, leaving only the swell of distant voices and the occasional crunch of footsteps. Slinking out from between the stones, Schrodinger kept low...moving silently over the cobbled stones of the path between the graves.
He didn't think on any step...in fact, he didn't think much at all. It was instinct that carried him forward, toward the church looming against the darkening sky. He had forgotten about the beast that chased him here, only the distant scent of warm blood called to him.
Something else tugged at him as well. Was it the memory of being fed, in buildings like this? All buildings were more or less the same...it was only the meal that had changed. Laying his ears back, third eye splitting open, Schrod hunched behind a tilted headstone and paused to listen.
None of the shambling dead were close, his territory was unchallenged. He stayed silent, moving forward once again...dragging his left haunch which had stiffened in the chill of evening. The place was boarded up tight, but he only needed a few square inches to make it inside. Inside...where the food was. He'd find it, soon enough. It had taken a few minutes for Fang to find a passageway into the graveyard. He'd forgotten about Schrodinger momentarily, but once he had encountered the rift in the chainlink fence and slipped through, the smell of fresh animal blood had reminded him of the 'prey' that had escaped before. The young doberman bent down and sniffed at a small collection of blades of grass that had been coated with sticky red liquid. The cat had been here recently.
He lifted his head and shook himself, his jowls flopping slightly, before deciding to follow the trail. No longer an urgent chase, this was now simply a vague curiosity. There was a scent laid down and he would see where it went, but he wouldn't hurry himself. He ambled a few steps forward, following the smell, pausing every now and then at a musty tombstone to give it a brief sniff. There was a scent of death here, but it was old and natural, and Fang found he much preferred it to the stink of fresh blood found on the streets that clouded his sense of smell with thick rusty odors.
A raven's screech sirened over the church somewhere, and like a dark shadow, the form of a bird hovered overhead. Fang glanced up and gave a half-hearted bark as it passed. After stopping to mark a tombstone, the doberman started forward again, his tongue lolling pleasantly as he continued on, ears pricked up. There were humans here, like that purple haired two-legs he'd seen before. She had fed him, and hopefully, even if he didn't find the cat creature that had been able to elude him, he would at least be able to rustle up a snack from someone.
The dark colored dog turned a corner, absently bringing himself closer to Schrodinger's current position.
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