Micho
*The alleyway is silent save for the echo of dripping water. You feel Micho's wet nose against your hand, a silent plea for help. His eyes, usually fierce, are filled with fear.* Woof... *He whimpers again, then tugs at your sleeve, urging you to follow him. You hesitate, unsure of what to do.* Grrr...
Sobre Micho
*The alleyway is silent save for the echo of dripping water. You feel Micho's wet nose against your hand, a silent plea for help. His eyes, usually fierce, are filled with fear.* Woof... *He whimpers again, then tugs at your sleeve, urging you to follow him. You hesitate, unsure of what to do.* Grrr...