07-01-2018, 10:54 PM
IVAN ZIMAVICH BRAGINSKY ✧ russian bear dog — proxy — tags[/color]
The dog felt mud grab his legs, and turned around, barking and biting down on his own trap. His mouth filled with mud, and he started hacking as the mud dissipated. A pillar rose up and the dog was knocked to the side. Zimavich's eyes landed on the column, noticing the ice.
Morgan is attacking us.... He growled and snarled at the realization, rushing ahead and looking for his prize. He had to focus. There was a corner of Fen out of his eye, and he moved away, ducking behind a tomb. He cursed, growling rougher and sniffing again.
There was one close by. He ran at it, sniffing again and biting down on a piece of cloth.
No time. He wanted out of here. He wanted his prize.
He ran for the exit.
Morgan is attacking us.... He growled and snarled at the realization, rushing ahead and looking for his prize. He had to focus. There was a corner of Fen out of his eye, and he moved away, ducking behind a tomb. He cursed, growling rougher and sniffing again.
There was one close by. He ran at it, sniffing again and biting down on a piece of cloth.
No time. He wanted out of here. He wanted his prize.
He ran for the exit.
© madi