01-04-2019, 02:43 AM
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.
A hint of warmth touched the samoyed's voice as he continued,
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.
"Howdy,"
the General barked out as he approached the gathering. Acknowledging the one ally in his vicinity, he added, "Sephiroth."
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,
"I don't think I've... formally met most of you before. You can call me Morgan -- I'm the General of Tanglewood. We've been isolated from most other groups around here."
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. "And who're you two?"
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.
"Snacks,"
he muttered, using some beads of water to tear open the wrapping and reveal a small stack of cold s'mores.