11-18-2018, 10:22 AM
This was quite the perplexing scenario the trio had running here. An aberration, one of inky coating, had made his debut appearance in the swamps, and merrily sunk his teeth on one of those large reptiles of unsound mind. In Leroy’s eyes, the guest was not by any means in the wrong here - sure, he might have been intruding on secluded property, but the gruesome interloper had also been dimming down the gator population. If one understood the mutt on a personal level, or if they had been present mid-August, one could comprehend that the guardsman was in no way fond of gators; an attack on one of them is a compliment to him. In fact, he had been on his way to welcome the newcomer with open arms, until some guttersnipe came along and caterwauled in fear for their life. The names that the individual in question cried out for, Leroy could only guess. Since when did Tanglewood have any mothers? Who was Ass-Real? Whoever they were, he hoped that they were to be disappointed in the little tyke, for dampening the spirits of the new friend, here. Following their doltish outbreak of fear, which likely grabbed the attention of half the clan based on how loud their tone continued to ring through his folded ears, he once more began trekking towards the new kid on the block; but not before none other than Morgan made th scene in full fucking battle armour.
At this point, he’d understand if the foreign face (did it have a face?) immediately turned tail at the foolishness. He had curiously gallivanted onto Tanglewood’s territory, likely for some ho hum reason, only to be met with threats and hard-boiled remarks, hence the decision to disembark would have been a reasonable one. However, he backed up not a single step - he even continued to crunch on his claimed meal. Now, gators had skin and bones which could be compared to stone - if this dude could crush one in a single, effortless endeavour, there was no way Leroy was finding himself on the recieving end of a bite.
Time to play the nice guy, it seemed.
"This’s indeed one of ’those clans’,” he’d quip lightheartedly, trotting onwards with a toothy grin, ”and I’ll have ya know that we are indeed a ’ragtag group of puppies and kitties’ - but’cha can help change that by joining us like ya wish to." Amber hues scanned the creature, a facial expression which emitted confusion grew. He appeared like what it would look like if the god of all things ugly took a shit and decided to give it fangs and a name. At least he didn’t smell that way. [color=#b2b2b2][b]”I’m Leroy, happy t’ have ya here. Couldja provide a name - and whatever the hell ya are?”
At this point, he’d understand if the foreign face (did it have a face?) immediately turned tail at the foolishness. He had curiously gallivanted onto Tanglewood’s territory, likely for some ho hum reason, only to be met with threats and hard-boiled remarks, hence the decision to disembark would have been a reasonable one. However, he backed up not a single step - he even continued to crunch on his claimed meal. Now, gators had skin and bones which could be compared to stone - if this dude could crush one in a single, effortless endeavour, there was no way Leroy was finding himself on the recieving end of a bite.
Time to play the nice guy, it seemed.
"This’s indeed one of ’those clans’,” he’d quip lightheartedly, trotting onwards with a toothy grin, ”and I’ll have ya know that we are indeed a ’ragtag group of puppies and kitties’ - but’cha can help change that by joining us like ya wish to." Amber hues scanned the creature, a facial expression which emitted confusion grew. He appeared like what it would look like if the god of all things ugly took a shit and decided to give it fangs and a name. At least he didn’t smell that way. [color=#b2b2b2][b]”I’m Leroy, happy t’ have ya here. Couldja provide a name - and whatever the hell ya are?”