Thread:MediocreKnight/@comment-27666783-20200701041928/@comment-25808351-20200706014743

“Forget about your kind. Live for yourself. Find a new lease on life.... The world only needs one Wardog.... No, the world would be better off without a Wardog.”

(Cerberus sits weakly, frail and vulnerable against a battered brick wall. Defenseless and spent. His many years of war lead to this, blood streaming from his open side wound.)

(Marcus pulls a cigar from his pocket and lights it. His face isn’t one of remorse or satisfaction. It is indifferent. Marcus is swelled with conflict. “The bastard is dying at last” he thought, but “not like this”, Marcus scoffed.)

(Marcus places the cigar in Cerberus’ mouth, and the old dog puffs several times. He then coughs strongly, having never smoked. The old dog looks up and smiles with pride.)

“This is good, Welp.” (His body goes limp and his spirit fades)