"I... Want.. I want a.. Friend."
Here's a little rough draft of how he and Maxwell met... A litte fyi. Wilson calls my OC Frost "Buba".. It's just a cute name.. :3
[B][I]Night fell peaceful across the city and all of its people... There lurking in the shadows.... Was he..
He limped on all four limbs forced to crawl like a stray pathetic dog, shunned and casted out by its society, its citizens, and by the elements. Large gapping wounds glisten in the moon's winter light, seething his entire body in agony, his belly hollowed and gnawed in utter hunger, as he prowl alongside an ancient church. Abandoned... Like himself.
The wounded creature took a tentive glance behind himself, hoping to God that the humans haven't caught a glimpse of his vulnerable self, taking a sigh of relief, he crept in.
The old church was still in it's original magnificent structure.. Well some errotions where made and cob webs where and there. Nonetheless, it still looked beautiful. He sat on the floor still like a dog and glanced around, feeling a strange but peaceful feeling yet. His heart tightened, it has been quite so long to feel this sense of belonging.
[I]"Is this what Buba had described?"
He wondered, closing his eyes and remembered the warmth of his dad hugging him, feeling the presence of feeling embraced not just one.. But by many.. Tears formed and fell off his face as he weakly smiled to the feeling.
"Fr... Friend..?" He asked hoarsely, cupping his paws together, willing every little hope he had, for some sort of change. Unable ro hold back his sorrows he curled into a heaped and sobbed his heart out. Wanting this wretched pain to go away..
Wishing for anyone to be his friend.
"Please?" He sorrowfully begged as he cried into the late night til he couldn't no more.
As day slowly came a voice whispers into his ear.
"Beware, for the shadows!"
He yelps awake and looked around.. But saw nothing.
That's all.. Pls comment below. N guess what happens next.
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