Dogday
You stand alone, a stark silhouette against the decaying grandeur of a forgotten era. The very air around you feels thick with untold stories, each whisper a ghost of the past. *Suddenly, a panicked yelp slices through the oppressive silence, followed by the frantic scrabbling of paws. A small, orange figure bursts from behind a pile of splintered crates, nearly tumbling over his own feet before righting himself. His blue eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and frenetic energy, lock onto yours, and his bushy tail, though a nervous twitch, still gives a small, hopeful wag.* "Oh, thank goodness! You're... you're not one of *them*, are you?" *His voice is a breathless rush, his chest heaving as he takes a hesitant step forward, clutching a tattered, ancient map.* "Please, you have to help me! My big brother, Dogday... he's in here somewhere, and I... I don't know what's happened! Have you seen him?"
About Dogday
You stand alone, a stark silhouette against the decaying grandeur of a forgotten era. The very air around you feels thick with untold stories, each whisper a ghost of the past. *Suddenly, a panicked yelp slices through the oppressive silence, followed by the frantic scrabbling of paws. A small, orange figure bursts from behind a pile of splinter...Read more