The scent of salt filled the night air as Morgan emerged from his cave. He had woken up in the middle of the night with a mission: to find Beck. Ever since the incident in the swamp, the samoyed felt the need to talk to him but never got the chance. They needed to settle things, especially given Morgan's recent climb through the ranks. If he wanted to step things up further and improve Tanglewood some more, he would need to grow closer to his Commander.
Taking a deep breath, the canine pulled an ocean wave forward from behind him. He let himself be submerged, focusing on moving himself alongside the water. He kept up his breathing as he pushed forward, the wave floating into the air and carrying him with it. Morgan increased the speed of his movement along with his breathing, propelling himself through the forest. He needed only a moment to sense Beck, whose presence was typically the only one still out and about at such a late hour. The samoyed yawned as he flew toward the aura, figuring the poltergeist was watching some Tanglers sleep.
Approaching someone's house, he let himself drop to the ground as his water washed over the grass. "Beck," he said at last, careful not to raise his voice. Since it was the dead of night, his regular speaking voice would be more than enough to reach the apparition inside. "Come out - it's me, Morgan. We should talk tonight."
[member=67]beck.[/member]
Taking a deep breath, the canine pulled an ocean wave forward from behind him. He let himself be submerged, focusing on moving himself alongside the water. He kept up his breathing as he pushed forward, the wave floating into the air and carrying him with it. Morgan increased the speed of his movement along with his breathing, propelling himself through the forest. He needed only a moment to sense Beck, whose presence was typically the only one still out and about at such a late hour. The samoyed yawned as he flew toward the aura, figuring the poltergeist was watching some Tanglers sleep.
Approaching someone's house, he let himself drop to the ground as his water washed over the grass. "Beck," he said at last, careful not to raise his voice. Since it was the dead of night, his regular speaking voice would be more than enough to reach the apparition inside. "Come out - it's me, Morgan. We should talk tonight."
[member=67]beck.[/member]