Morgan knew this day was coming and he felt about as ready as he could. He sat deep in the middle of a field of flowers right at the edge of territory, the beautiful plants swaying in a breeze he himself created.

The samoyed placed his two bracers on the ground, leaving a note attached which read, Next to them he dropped his satchel, which also contained a note:

The General stomped hard on ground next, raising a circular platform of ice to rest on and wrapping flowers around it in spirals. He cleared his throat as he took in some nice warm sunlight, letting out some small flames with a smile.

...



The cream canine took a long breath, pausing to let everything sink in and letting the warm of the sun soothe his nerves. He felt himself blush, though with his fur he simply appeared to adopt a more relaxed expression.

Flowers upon flowers began to bloom in what few bare spots were left in the field, covering it in their vibrant colors. The samoyed sniffled, wishing he could cry proper tears but instead only getting a brief whiff of the sweet aroma from the crown of flowers he wore upon his head.

The dog had to take some deep breaths to compose himself before speaking again. As he spoke, he stepped down from the platform as it lowered to the ground, replacing the bare ground with pink petals once it disappeared.



Morgan parted the crowd as he walked out of territory, staring up into the calm blue sky and wagging his tail harder than ever before.

❤

After what felt like a hundred years since his last bit of activity, Morgan stumbled out into the town square. His pelt was matted down and dirty, his countenance teetering on the border between neutral and lethargic. He wore no bracers, no satchel, no mask and no armor. All he wore were signs that things were simply not right.

He spat out a tired bark, sitting back on his haunches in front of the statue he would have normally climbed onto. He struggled to remember what few things he saw happen during the previous month, finding that it was all a dull blur. He could not quite bring himself to continue that apology, focusing instead on the pressing issue of new Tanglers. The samoyed looked around in an attempt to sense new blood, but everyone's colors seemed weak.

His tone was one of complete earnest; after a long pause, he returned to his announcements. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts to move onto the next announcement.

He frowned, shaking his head once more. He looked around as if to find an answer, but continued,

The apology was twofold; the rather short set of announcements was hardly helped by his less-than-enthusiastic attitude. The General leaned back against the statue, choosing to stay around rather than heading home as he normally did.

The sun had only risen the slightest bit over the vast ocean, the morning sky still remaining dark. Morgan took breath after deep breath as he channeled his powers; the raft carrying himself and the unconscious Crow had slowly been pulled through the sea for several hours. The samoyed only stopped manipulating the waves once he was certain that he was fully unable to see land in any direction. As the wooden vessel slowed on its own, Morgan lied down next to the sleeping feline. He looked up and down the other Tangler's body, feeling a familiar sort of desire; telling himself that that was selfish, the General instead closed his eyes and began to call Crow's name in an effort to awaken him.

...

Once Crow finally awakened, the canine sat up and began to explain himself. He tensed up a bit. He remembered Crow had agreed to be trained, but he felt quite bad that he had to avoid giving any details on the training itself to convince him to say yes in the first place.

@Crow Roux

Morgan appeared not long after Sephiroth joined the group, the samoyed choosing to don half a set of armor to match his mask. There was no reason not to be ready for battle, whether to protect himself or to protect another leader. He did not know what sorts of relationships any of them had, but he did know he had to make sure he returned home in one piece. In any case, he could remove his armor if everyone proved to be peaceful enough -- a display of friendliness, if anything.

the General barked out as he approached the gathering. Acknowledging the one ally in his vicinity, he added, An unseen smile found its way onto the dog's face; some familiarity was welcome in such an uncomfortable environment.

A hint of warmth touched the samoyed's voice as he continued, From beneath his mask his eyes darted between the two relatively unfamiliar creatures. He knew he recognized the Pittian from a battle some months back, but the third leader was a complete unknown.

While he waited for some brief responses, the General floated a small wrapped item in front of himself and dropped it lightly on the ground. he muttered, using some beads of water to tear open the wrapping and reveal a small stack of cold s'mores.

Morgan repeated the name as if he were attempting to grasp it in his paws, staring at the air in front of him. He sighed in worry, though a slight hint of relief washed over him. At the very least Usagi seemed to know what she was talking about, even if only with what little information she had supplied him with.

The General wished he had something better to say, and as if by magic, he found some inspiration. He pulled some water from the nearby sea, freezing it to encase the pair in a cage of ice. Morgan closed his eyes, then began to breathe more steadily. It was as good of an idea as any, and even taking small steps to contain the beast would hopefully prove to be useful to Usagi.

Morgan began. He was glad he did not have to wait long, as he was slowly growing a slight bit nervous at the prospect of having to deal with an issue he was not familiar with. He was hoping to get something of a handle on the situation -- even if he could not help directly, just knowing more about things would be good for later.

@Usagi Smallpaw

Morgan, as usual, put on his widest smile as he did his daily rounds around town. He hummed a random tune to himself as he looked around, taking in the sights and keeping his chin up to appear perky and energetic, happy and friendly.

However, in candor, a deep hole had been gouged out of his heart when Vigenere first took his indefinite leave from Tanglewood territory. In a matter of days the General found himself dreaming about, staring at, and mingling with the males of Tanglewood far more than he once did in order to fill the aching hole, but it was not quite enough. His newfound needs drove him to seek out even the more quiet and reserved of his group, and so he was lead to Perseus. He had not really seen the other dog enough to get to know him like some other Tanglers, but it was never too late to try. he barked, skipping along toward him.

Taking his voice down to a quieter level, Morgan asked, The samoyed was not the best with greetings; even with all his practice, he still worried that he would say something wrong when talking to someone less familiar. Still, he kept up his smile and wagged his tail around as he awaited a response of any kind.

As always, Morgan was more than happy to help his fellow Tanglers with any problems that would arise during life in Tanglewood. Still, he never claimed to be prepared for everything -- and his impromptu guidance session with Usagi was a good example of the General's unpreparedness. All he knew was that she had some issue she was 'fighting for control with' at all times, but that was not a lot to go off of. Vigenere had described possession to him - something like what had happened to Delilah. He'd also heard of powers going haywire and doing strange things without their 'hosts' realizing it, like when he released an elemental blast upon being attacked by spirits.

With only those two leads to go off of, he set up some old plastic chairs on the sand just a few feet away from the sea. He hoped the calming atmosphere of Tanglewood's shores would help Usagi in some way, even if only because it provided some privacy. the samoyed whispered to himself,

@Usagi Smallpaw