Hello, September WHO Morgan Yates OT Aurora Greenlee WHAT It's another day closer to Autumn… WHERE Greenlee Estate WHEN Thursday, September 1, 2016 ~5:52 AM WARNINGS TBD
The hour was hardly early for Morgan, who had already been up since five, as he usually exercised and trained until seven. But, it was the first of September; A day closer to Autumn, which was officially a little over two weeks away. The Hellhound was excited.
He was a day closer to crisp morning air accentuated with the scent of burning cider or hickory, spiced cidar (not that pumpkin spice crap everyone seemed to love), and most importantly, he'd be at his full power. That morning, however, he awoke with the near insatiable need to run and chase something. Were he back in Faerie, it would have been a simple thing to inform Aurora's maid of his whereabouts and scamper off, but it wasn't as easy to do in the mortal realm. Minutes passed as Morgan shifted in his bathroom, struggled out his bedroom door, and wormed his way into Aurora's suite. The princess' nighttime guard started upon seeing Morgan and cursed.
"Shit, Morgan. Really?" The Hellhound's tail wagged as his way of showing the humor he found in keeping his colleagues on their toes. Morgan was admitted access to Aurora's room and upon entry, he found it to be still dark and cozy inside. A part of him wanted to climb onto the bed and curl up beside Aurora until she woke, but a larger part of the Hellhound simply wanted to play and so he climbed up on enough of the bed to reach the princess' lower extremities to nudge a foot several times and waited to see if she'd stir before resorting to something slightly more drastic.