Aug 20, 2009 19:59
[There's a high-pitched whimpering, the almost dual-toned pleading sound that only dogs seem capable of. Thom's voice becomes distinct from the whine]
Please - please - m- where's my Master, please, I - I want Misters Xana an' Tallsin - please lemme see 'em pleeease ---
[The begging dissolves into purely animal yelps of pain, undulating and high-pitched; there's a muffled bump, and the transmission cuts.]
sage would annihilate them,
where's my mister,
i'm just a puppy,
plot alert!,
is there a doc in the house,
kind of pathetic rly