SHADOW ON THE WALL | o, temp. joining

[madster]

malphas seemed to be stocking's shadow as of late. he wasn't sure why he was suddenly more protective of her- she could certainly hold her own- but he wanted to let his more... worrywart self show through, instead of his jerkass side. he wanted to just tell he cared about her so much, that he didn't want her going out in the dangerous territory and instead just stay with him in his house... but he was too much of a pussy.

as she stopped, he caught up, brushing against her slightly and then focused his crimson gaze on the newcomer. he was awfully... scary. malphas didn't like to admit he had this cat racism instilled into him, but he was pretty afraid of dogs. morgan was shaped like a friend, so he wasn't scary, while this dog just had red flags all over him. he nudged stocking with his head, horns gently prodding at her, before he spoke as well. "don't try anything funny," he spoke, clearly paranoid due to past events.