04-24-2018, 11:08 PM
Out of the many Tanglers in the transforming beast's path, Morgan was perhaps the least fazed. By now the concept of its comrades changing forms was not new to the samoyed, who stepped to the side just as the flames erupted. It stared as Fenrisulfr metamorphosed, the raging fire nearly licking its icy mask.
Its ally now appeared to be pointier than before; in jest, the dog's mask gained several new spikes of its own, jutting out in many directions. The spikes returned to their smoother forms as Morgan stepped forward, sniffing the air. Without any context to the changes, it asked, "Why?"
Its ally now appeared to be pointier than before; in jest, the dog's mask gained several new spikes of its own, jutting out in many directions. The spikes returned to their smoother forms as Morgan stepped forward, sniffing the air. Without any context to the changes, it asked, "Why?"