08-30-2018, 10:00 PM
As callous as he was, there were still things he held dear to him, those being freedom, the drink, and those he could call family. If Morgan or Vigenere was the clan father, then consider Leroy the clan uncle, the uncle who got sent to jail but still cares for his brood. No matter how wretched some of his actions were, the thought that Tanglewood and it’s folks were there for him at the end of the day was a comforting one. The canine may not like to admit it, but he loved the band of misfits he was caught up in, and preferred them over himself.
If anyone got hurt, the bushwhacker better sleep with an eye open.
Despite what she had intructed him him, Leroy resumed staggering throughout the swamp, this time to the aid of Ophelia. He could’ve sworn that his folded ears caught the sound of a rhubarb transpiring nearby, though on arrival to the gritty locale, all to be seen was Ophelia. A roughed-up Ophelia who has seen better days. An Ophelia who has seen better days when perilously required medical aid. The scent of blood, and flowers completely blocked all hope of finding the interloper who had done this, thus all the efforts he could assist with must be directed toward the feline.
The mutt hobbled anxiously en route to his comrade, careful to not injure himself whilst doing so. It all felt like a bad dream. First Arrow gets napped, and now Ophelia is looking more bruised than a banana, and it was his job to make sure everyone woke up. Lucky for her, it appeared Delilah already arrived.
”Socks, you better get your ass over here!" he’d cry before shifting his glare towards the feline. He hated swearing around her; she seemed like the kind of broad that didn’t curse, so he decided he’d sort of do the same, though it was justified in the current situation. ”Jus’ hang tight, you’ll get sorted out soon. Don’t die, okay?”
//ninja’d + broken buddies :’)
If anyone got hurt, the bushwhacker better sleep with an eye open.
Despite what she had intructed him him, Leroy resumed staggering throughout the swamp, this time to the aid of Ophelia. He could’ve sworn that his folded ears caught the sound of a rhubarb transpiring nearby, though on arrival to the gritty locale, all to be seen was Ophelia. A roughed-up Ophelia who has seen better days. An Ophelia who has seen better days when perilously required medical aid. The scent of blood, and flowers completely blocked all hope of finding the interloper who had done this, thus all the efforts he could assist with must be directed toward the feline.
The mutt hobbled anxiously en route to his comrade, careful to not injure himself whilst doing so. It all felt like a bad dream. First Arrow gets napped, and now Ophelia is looking more bruised than a banana, and it was his job to make sure everyone woke up. Lucky for her, it appeared Delilah already arrived.
”Socks, you better get your ass over here!" he’d cry before shifting his glare towards the feline. He hated swearing around her; she seemed like the kind of broad that didn’t curse, so he decided he’d sort of do the same, though it was justified in the current situation. ”Jus’ hang tight, you’ll get sorted out soon. Don’t die, okay?”
//ninja’d + broken buddies :’)