09-23-2018, 08:09 AM
If you were to tell the Leroy Starkweather from a month ago that animals in the wilderness had survived on human technologies like saws and shovels, he’d likely snap and call you liar. If you were to tell the same person from the same time period that he’d become one of these animals, there was a chance he’d order your head on a platter for blasphemous comments. Yet, here he was, calling a radioactive marsh in the middle of bumfuck nowhere his home. The story as to why this happened was for those he called friend, unlike this tiny nosebleed currently trekking through Tanglewood’s harsh stomping grounds.
"Wha’ brings you here, midget?" the tall hound broached, his figure hulking over the stranger. His fun couldn’t last for too long, as Morgan was probably just around the corner, and that fuzzy guy was strangely nice for parts like these, and would prefer to welcome Myra than fleer him. ”You c’n call me Leroy, and I’ll be your protection. See, there’s gators ‘n these parts, and somebody of your stature coul’ be eaten in one gulp.”
//mobile af but welcome !!
"Wha’ brings you here, midget?" the tall hound broached, his figure hulking over the stranger. His fun couldn’t last for too long, as Morgan was probably just around the corner, and that fuzzy guy was strangely nice for parts like these, and would prefer to welcome Myra than fleer him. ”You c’n call me Leroy, and I’ll be your protection. See, there’s gators ‘n these parts, and somebody of your stature coul’ be eaten in one gulp.”
//mobile af but welcome !!