02-25-2019, 07:34 PM
Morgan.
The guy changed him, honestly. There was just some pizzazz to the samoyed’s floofy coat, a certain splash to his walk, a zing to his both upbeat and realistic tone to life. Whatever the aptitude was, it absolutely enthralled Leroy - perhaps, not on the surface-level, but rooted far down in the guardsman’s subconscious. The moxie present within Morgan ushered a new sense of confidence into the mongrel’s bloodstream, allowing him to think ”hey, maybe everything won’t go to shit?”. To keep matters simple, Morgan made the pessimistic nihilist realize that everything is alright.
"Later, boss,", he’d convey as the pooch passed by for what may very well be the final time.
Today marked the second time in his vapid life that Tanglewood reformed its leading position. He’d be sad to see the fluffy man move on, but Leroy completely understood where fellow was coming from. When Ophelia seemingly diminished from existence, intense sensations of heartache drowned what little logic he even had - he had to look, search, desperately comb every square inch of the Earth to find her; in the end, however, he did not. His relationship with the female only spanned for a little less than month. Morgan was partnered with Vigenere for maybe six-times the amount of that. Thus, Morgan’s commitment to locating his significant other was reasonable.
Out of the apex of his piercing gaze, the faint ivory movements of Morgan’s figure lingered. And then, they were no more.
The guy would be missed, for sure. With hope, Morgan would return to the home he devoted so much time to, as the prior chieftain of Tanglewood had. Even if it took him a year or three.
Not to dwell on that, though. One can’t witness the beginning of a fresh era while moping about the last.
”Come outta your hole, Crow!”, he’d demand genially, ”Enlighten us with your wisdom!”
The shoes that Crow werr supposed to fill are nothing short of gargantuan. Possibly, aided by a little bit of guidance from the more experienced, the unstable feline had the potential to be moulded into a gifted individual of authority.
The guy changed him, honestly. There was just some pizzazz to the samoyed’s floofy coat, a certain splash to his walk, a zing to his both upbeat and realistic tone to life. Whatever the aptitude was, it absolutely enthralled Leroy - perhaps, not on the surface-level, but rooted far down in the guardsman’s subconscious. The moxie present within Morgan ushered a new sense of confidence into the mongrel’s bloodstream, allowing him to think ”hey, maybe everything won’t go to shit?”. To keep matters simple, Morgan made the pessimistic nihilist realize that everything is alright.
"Later, boss,", he’d convey as the pooch passed by for what may very well be the final time.
Today marked the second time in his vapid life that Tanglewood reformed its leading position. He’d be sad to see the fluffy man move on, but Leroy completely understood where fellow was coming from. When Ophelia seemingly diminished from existence, intense sensations of heartache drowned what little logic he even had - he had to look, search, desperately comb every square inch of the Earth to find her; in the end, however, he did not. His relationship with the female only spanned for a little less than month. Morgan was partnered with Vigenere for maybe six-times the amount of that. Thus, Morgan’s commitment to locating his significant other was reasonable.
Out of the apex of his piercing gaze, the faint ivory movements of Morgan’s figure lingered. And then, they were no more.
The guy would be missed, for sure. With hope, Morgan would return to the home he devoted so much time to, as the prior chieftain of Tanglewood had. Even if it took him a year or three.
Not to dwell on that, though. One can’t witness the beginning of a fresh era while moping about the last.
”Come outta your hole, Crow!”, he’d demand genially, ”Enlighten us with your wisdom!”
The shoes that Crow werr supposed to fill are nothing short of gargantuan. Possibly, aided by a little bit of guidance from the more experienced, the unstable feline had the potential to be moulded into a gifted individual of authority.