09-02-2018, 11:53 AM
Tired gray shanks hobbled towards the statue, where he had witnessed this week’s rather short meeting de novo. Indelicate amber hues upon his face were shaken, as he had seen a greater amount of blood this week than any other - he had chopped off two legs, and stumbled upon the weakened figure of Ophelia. God, he hoped her and Delilah were okay. Over the past fortnight, so much care and respect was shared by the entire clan, more so than he had encountered throughout his entire life, and the fact that Tanglewood’s people were falling apart absolutely gutted him. It wasn’t until a few days ago when the mutt truly discovered the amount of flame he had for the swamp, so now, with his new unexpected promotion, Leroy promised to do his best to preserve the righteousness of his home - and take it out on those who attempt to harm it.
"Gotcha, boss-man," he’d reply respectfully to the icy pooch, subsequently slowly trailing his leader to the shore. He hated cleaning up, destroying things was his field (like with the trees), though as a responsibility of being a guardsman, he saw that it was required.
Wow. What a journey it’s been so far. Leroy’s initial intentions were of ill-purpose, now his goals were to shape Tanglewood better.
”Good job ta you guys who’re promoted; and demoted”.
"Gotcha, boss-man," he’d reply respectfully to the icy pooch, subsequently slowly trailing his leader to the shore. He hated cleaning up, destroying things was his field (like with the trees), though as a responsibility of being a guardsman, he saw that it was required.
Wow. What a journey it’s been so far. Leroy’s initial intentions were of ill-purpose, now his goals were to shape Tanglewood better.
”Good job ta you guys who’re promoted; and demoted”.