Titans Tower

May 27, 2005 08:46

* The silver stalked flowers sway in the wind. Thier crystaline petals ring like tiny golden bells. Thier pungent perfume is intoxicating.

Krypto watches them mezmorized. He's lays a scant few inches outside the garden's perimiter. He's trying to be good.

But those flowers... he crawls a little closer.

Sooo inviting, swaying there.
Begging to be chewed on.. just a bit closer.

Maybe just to sniff them.

His tounge sneaks out as he licks the pollen.
He looks about.

Maybe just one..

"Broadcasting on agreed-upon emergency frequency. Mayday. Repeat, Mayday. The Fortress is under attack. The Fortress is under attack. Superman, reinforcements would seem to be in order in a BIG way--"

John.

Krypto..."

The dog of Krypton is gone, leaving a wake of wind behind him. The flowers are safe for at least another day...

hugo anders-weaving, krypto

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