07-22-2018, 11:21 PM
Morgan tailed Malphas to the junkyard, having sensed a strong change in his presence ever since he collapsed at the meeting. He became more and more worried as they neared the location where they had recently picked up trash; the feline clearly wasn't in the mood for more cleaning, so his motive was all the more unclear. The samoyed kept silent, hiding behind a stack of broken CRT televisions to watch the lonely scene unfold.
The dog gasped as Malphas finally began to hurt himself; with wide eyes, he sprinted toward the cat and pulled a stream of water from one of his bracers. He threw the water forward, trying to displace the shard of glass and throw it out of Malphas' trembling paws. To try to distract him, Morgan shouted, "Malphas!"
The dog gasped as Malphas finally began to hurt himself; with wide eyes, he sprinted toward the cat and pulled a stream of water from one of his bracers. He threw the water forward, trying to displace the shard of glass and throw it out of Malphas' trembling paws. To try to distract him, Morgan shouted, "Malphas!"