LEROY CDC THING - Printable Version

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With reference to Leroy, contentment derives from many different sources, though only two genres of the sensuality exist within the boundaries of his simple mind; ethical, and perverted. To a being which holds a greater library of emotion, then yeah, there’s likely a much more diverse potpourri to be tasted - the aforementioned mutt, per contra, lacked such a voluptuousness. The introductory method in which he’d annex joy, the ethical way, was predominant over the supplementary option, but only by the slightest. The practices which followed underneath the ethical way’s suit included activities involving his close friends. The guardsman absolutely loved hanging out with those he trusted, had a blast when it came to joking around, and got high off of his cohorts’ smiles. Mere months ago, wholesome experiences were completely out of the picture, and if a time machine had ever come under his possession, Leroy’d hastily warp back to his days in 42nd street and tutor the past him on the process of wholesome encounters. Regardless of their two cents’ worth on him, the mutt considered all of Tanglewood to be his family, and nobody, especially those asshats and fatheads over in the Pitt, fucked with his kin. Witnessing the torture and belittlement of his familiars? That did not make him happy.

Still, not all of the delight drew from giggles and games. Leroy had a mulish aspect to him, as well, one especially lascivious and brutal. He had a past of fooling around with numerous strangers, and fucked up one of those Ascendants real bad - their leg was totally gone when he was done with Roman - in the name of Aya’s interest. The mongrel also received a fair amount of elation when it came to these activities, and had the potential to do even worse for that same blissful gain; I’m talking torture, extortion, corruption, only to name a few. Would he go as far as sexual assault? It depends on who the victim is. If they completely deserved it, then hell yeah, violate the shit out of them, who’d care? - Not Leroy, that’s for sure. To those that were guilty, he felt no remorse; everybody gets their comeuppance in good time.

Cold justice through horrible means put a grin on his face, as much as sharing a meal with a friend. The last process in which Leroy attempted to inherit exultation was through the forbidden fruit: fornication between him, and another. The first thing a stranger may notice about his speech is that, in addition to his slick accent, the mutt constantly slid in a flirtatious line somewhere, ranging from as innocent as a pet name, to literal descriptions of his desires. Every female in sight to the hot to trot guy were prey to his sexual ways, excluding a few: mainly the leaders of other groups, and Delilah and Arrow. It just seemed wrong to hit on a chieftain, and it seemed even more morally incorrect to hit on a girl he’d amputated, and another he’d been living alongside for a couple months now. Had his formula ever worked, one may ask, and the answer to that question would be nearly. Ophelia had become an important figure in his life, as he had become completely infatuated with her talkative personality, and her provocative looks. What’s more, the deuce shared a common interest of starting a family. A pity that she ditched, Leroy had never felt that attached to another individual in his life; especially since the opportunity for copulation was a possibility.

For now, the gray canine was in a good spot. He was quite happy with his spot in Tanglewood, surrounded by pals. It was more than he could have ever wanted, so he was currently living his dream life; even if it was in the dead-centre of a swamp.

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