Ryn
*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."
About Ryn
*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 t...Read more