08-10-2018, 02:48 PM
If Ophelia wasn’t used to lodging in a set location for long, then consider Leroy the polar opposite. The mongrel’s actions, along with his personality, gave him a fast pass through the line of society, planting him in front of the line for a ride called total control. On that very ride, lasting for about the majority of his life, he had gotten what he wanted when he wanted. Nobody liked him, but they couldn’t say that, as he had eyes and ears everywhere. Eventually, someone came along and believed Leroy’s turn was long over, remarkably so that the stranger completely demolished the ride, and almost the rider with it. That could of been the end of the mutt right then and there, he sure thought it was, yet the interloper who ended Leroy’s revelry was merciful, and merely cast him away from all he had known.
That’s how his sorry ass ended up here in Tanglewood, alongside the alligators and numerous other lifeless saps who called this place home. In all honesty, the living conditions here defied the wolfhound’s expectations. Once you got past the gut-wrenching stench added to the fear of stepping on a deadly trap, living in a swamp was fine. Of course, while living like a king, he had never foresaw himself existing in a worn down house, which was definitely a fixer-upper, as a part of a clan. Merely bunking in Tanglewood for about a week was enough to shift his goals in life from having power over all else to just comfortably living life.
It was at this moment he made the choice to visit the library. There were parts of the territory still left unexplored by him, including this building in the middle of town. Barring that, there was the crater, the shore, the farm; damn, he did need to explore his new turf a bit more.
Why the library instead of anywhere else? Though a place with books appeared to be boring compared to an impact crater, he was told that the lower floor of the library also served as a hangout area as well. And that’s all he wanted to do now. He wanted to hang. Out.
A few strides past the entrance of the building and Leroy was quick to spot a sleeping feline, one with wings perched on her shoulders no less. He wasn’t the noblest of sorts, but he understood how important rest was to some people. A klutz himself, he used his better judgement to see that it would be most appropriate if he left immediately - after accidentally forcing his paw into the leg of a wooden chair, causing the furniture to loudly convulse, though the chair’s racket was nowhere near the level of his groans, followed by some pain-fuelled naughty words.
That’s how his sorry ass ended up here in Tanglewood, alongside the alligators and numerous other lifeless saps who called this place home. In all honesty, the living conditions here defied the wolfhound’s expectations. Once you got past the gut-wrenching stench added to the fear of stepping on a deadly trap, living in a swamp was fine. Of course, while living like a king, he had never foresaw himself existing in a worn down house, which was definitely a fixer-upper, as a part of a clan. Merely bunking in Tanglewood for about a week was enough to shift his goals in life from having power over all else to just comfortably living life.
It was at this moment he made the choice to visit the library. There were parts of the territory still left unexplored by him, including this building in the middle of town. Barring that, there was the crater, the shore, the farm; damn, he did need to explore his new turf a bit more.
Why the library instead of anywhere else? Though a place with books appeared to be boring compared to an impact crater, he was told that the lower floor of the library also served as a hangout area as well. And that’s all he wanted to do now. He wanted to hang. Out.
A few strides past the entrance of the building and Leroy was quick to spot a sleeping feline, one with wings perched on her shoulders no less. He wasn’t the noblest of sorts, but he understood how important rest was to some people. A klutz himself, he used his better judgement to see that it would be most appropriate if he left immediately - after accidentally forcing his paw into the leg of a wooden chair, causing the furniture to loudly convulse, though the chair’s racket was nowhere near the level of his groans, followed by some pain-fuelled naughty words.