09-12-2018, 04:44 PM
Leroy had to lay low for a while. On his own time, out of nobody’s will but his, he committed a crime in the fields of the Ascendants’ land, and he sure as hell was not getting caught. Not to mention that he’d recently amputated another being - Delilah, and, though saving the vibrant feine’s life, he had gotten some pretty rotten stares from it. Thus, for the time being, the mutt confined himself in his home with his belongings when the sun was shining, and completed necessary actions in the shadow of dusk onwards, such as make waste and refuel his food supply for the next day. Was it glamorous? No, though it was necessary to keep a low profile, even from his own clanmates, some of whom he trusted more than others.
This night must have been special, if someone wanted to have a meet and greet at this hour. As much as it pained him to, the job as guardsman employs you to assist with new faces, and since Aineias here was evidently one of those, the wounded hound tottered towards the deuce on the three legs of his that properly worked. His amber peepers slightly drooped due to fatigue, the averse mongrel spoke in his notably strong tone. "Yeah, I’m Leroy, twinkie," he’d introduce, following Ren’s own greeting, referring to the shark-cat as the tasty pastry, ”I’m the guy who gets stuff done ‘round here.”
Like chopping off people’s legs.
This night must have been special, if someone wanted to have a meet and greet at this hour. As much as it pained him to, the job as guardsman employs you to assist with new faces, and since Aineias here was evidently one of those, the wounded hound tottered towards the deuce on the three legs of his that properly worked. His amber peepers slightly drooped due to fatigue, the averse mongrel spoke in his notably strong tone. "Yeah, I’m Leroy, twinkie," he’d introduce, following Ren’s own greeting, referring to the shark-cat as the tasty pastry, ”I’m the guy who gets stuff done ‘round here.”
Like chopping off people’s legs.