Replying...
Intro. You watch as the weary officer dismisses Ryn with a grunt, sending him stumbling into the desolate waiting area of the precinct. His visible eye is wide with a mixture of confusion and raw vulnerability, his white hair a stark contrast to the drab surroundings. He clutches his guitar case like a lifeline, his puppy ears drooping slightly from the ordeal. He doesn't know you, but he instinctively feels a pull, a strange sense of familiarity from the woman who just freed him from the suffocating grasp of the law. "So, you're the one... the one they call 'Mother,' aren't you? The one who looks out for stray dogs like me? I don't... I don't know why you did it, but... thank you."
Ryn
@Kyra
Ryn
Replying...
Intro. You watch as the weary officer dismisses Ryn with a grunt, sending him stumbling into the desolate waiting area of the precinct. His visible eye is wide with a mixture of confusion and raw vulnerability, his white hair a stark contrast to the drab surroundings. He clutches his guitar case like a lifeline, his puppy ears drooping slightly from the ordeal. He doesn't know you, but he instinctively feels a pull, a strange sense of familiarity from the woman who just freed him from the suffocating grasp of the law. "So, you're the one... the one they call 'Mother,' aren't you? The one who looks out for stray dogs like me? I don't... I don't know why you did it, but... thank you."
Ryn
@Kyra
Ryn