04-02-2019, 06:05 PM
Though winter scarcely died, its toll yet had an effect on him today. Intermittent shivers would ever-so-often quake the entirety of his decrepit figure, regardless of how cold the temperature truly was. Ofttimes, his nose ran until it couldn’t run no more, and every time refused to mitigate, no matter the number of vigorous sniffles the mutt forced his snout to perform.
Stupendous amounts of water never soothed the frog living in his throat.
Perhaps, worst of all, though were the sneezes. Sometimes they’d come, and leave a temporary sense of relief and satisfaction; however, from time to time, right before the sneeze could leave his system, they’d just quit. Gone. Nowhere to be seen. It was as if his body was intentionally tormenting the poor guy. For years, Leroy pondered on what may be the worst pain imaginable - the guardsman never once thought that he’d experience it firsthand. There no pain in this world more intolerable than having the perfect sneeze get away. This was fact.
The muffled cry of ”bonfire!” nigh-instantaneously ushered a warmth throughout his veins. The last patented Tanglewood bonfire must have transpired more than a couple of months back, when Morgan’s fluffy command was still in place, when greater than five Tanglers existed, when Leroy’s romantic life was still active. The single word contained enough nostalgia to throw his body off course, allowing the hound to actually escape the confines of his home and socialize, rather than sleep - what could he say, he practically lived for bonfires.
Upon entry, his amber gaze identified an unknown figure, along with the great dusky dragon from before. And he knew of Selby’s existence, but never really got to knowing him.
"Lovely thing you got goin’" he’d state, his body coming to a seated position.
To be completely honest, the guardsman got used to being the biggest man around - the sheer size of the overgrown lizard was putting him on edge.
”What brings you both to the swamp? Don’t know how long ya both’ve been here - don’t try to keep track, neither.”
Eugh. There was just something about that guy. Déjà vu, maybe? He didn’t know. Of course, Azrayel was present during the raid a while ago, but even then, Leroy could have sworn he’d seen someone just like him before. Odd.
Stupendous amounts of water never soothed the frog living in his throat.
Perhaps, worst of all, though were the sneezes. Sometimes they’d come, and leave a temporary sense of relief and satisfaction; however, from time to time, right before the sneeze could leave his system, they’d just quit. Gone. Nowhere to be seen. It was as if his body was intentionally tormenting the poor guy. For years, Leroy pondered on what may be the worst pain imaginable - the guardsman never once thought that he’d experience it firsthand. There no pain in this world more intolerable than having the perfect sneeze get away. This was fact.
The muffled cry of ”bonfire!” nigh-instantaneously ushered a warmth throughout his veins. The last patented Tanglewood bonfire must have transpired more than a couple of months back, when Morgan’s fluffy command was still in place, when greater than five Tanglers existed, when Leroy’s romantic life was still active. The single word contained enough nostalgia to throw his body off course, allowing the hound to actually escape the confines of his home and socialize, rather than sleep - what could he say, he practically lived for bonfires.
Upon entry, his amber gaze identified an unknown figure, along with the great dusky dragon from before. And he knew of Selby’s existence, but never really got to knowing him.
"Lovely thing you got goin’" he’d state, his body coming to a seated position.
To be completely honest, the guardsman got used to being the biggest man around - the sheer size of the overgrown lizard was putting him on edge.
”What brings you both to the swamp? Don’t know how long ya both’ve been here - don’t try to keep track, neither.”
Eugh. There was just something about that guy. Déjà vu, maybe? He didn’t know. Of course, Azrayel was present during the raid a while ago, but even then, Leroy could have sworn he’d seen someone just like him before. Odd.