Ankh & Desmon

On his way to the Stores, Ankh had come across a disturbing scene; Niavo and Aaka confronted by dogcatchers. Not wanting his son captured, the father took a side-trip and headed for the Dump. He set Desmon down by an old microwave, "Stay here, and keep quiet. I'll be back for you soon, alright?"

"Please don't leave me again..." Desmon began to whimper, recalling all that had happened since his father left him alone the first time.

Ankh licked Desmon's head, "Don't worry, I won't be long this time." With a lasting look, the small hybrid made for the Stores.

-Humans-

A young woman was walking along the outskirts of the Dump when she saw Desmon near the microwave. Moving slowly, she began to approach the pup, making little cooing noises.

Desmon

He looked up at her with wide eyes, but wasn't in any shape to make a quick escape from her, whatever intentions she might have. Sitting up in a more alert position, Desmon drew his ears back against his slate-gray head but remained silent. She didn't seem threatening, and the only contact he had had with another person was a good one, sort of. Being more optimistic, the pup wagged his tail a little.

-Human-

Closer she came, now seeing the bandage Desmon had wrapped around him. He must be a pet that someone dumped off here; unwanted, not looked for. Perfect. The woman picked the youngster up and carried him away.