01-15-2019, 12:43 AM
[align=center]action — "speech" — thoughts
PHYSICALLY HARD | MENTALLY MEDIUM | MAGICALLY MEDIUM | ATTACK IN [b]#757f96[/b]
[div style="background: linear-gradient(to right, #464C5A, #757f96, #464C5A); width: 500px; height: 2px;"]Leroy smelled like shoe polish. Crow decided that when he first caught sight of the worn canine bumbling around outside a few weeks ago, and he did not expect more when his rosy nose poked itself tentatively into Leroy's abode. Pungent odours, innumerable he could not place, assaulted his senses in unison as he fully stepped in, cautious glances over his shoulders sweeping the unfamiliar and unkempt surroundings. 'Peculiar.' He expected Leroy would be tidier.
Under his socked paws could be heard a pat pat as his damp toes clung grudgingly to the flooring. Crow advanced toward the pair, one of whom had managed to beat him to arrival, then squinted frolicsome in the direction of the alabaster samoyed. His jade gaze would then shift to Leroy, old Leroy, and words left his mouth as expeditiously as they entered his head. "I haven't seen you in forever. Thought you died."