04-07-2019, 11:17 AM
A raspy cough infected the scene’s sullenness with its grating tone, signifying the hound’s presence as he warily trekked forward. An unnatural snapping of twigs and branches within the brush overhead snatched his scrutiny, which was only amplified when the familiar figures of Crow and that feral fellow hightailed after the commotion’s source.
Before, the Guardsman would likely roll his eyes and dismiss it as another one of Tanglewood’s numerous anomalies - though, ever since the raid on the Pitt came to a victorious close, things became boring as shit. A few weeks back, Leroy was assigned the role of handing out weekly tasks of his choosing, which provided minimal amusement at most. However, literally nothing of importance had transpired since then. Nope. Nothing. Nada.
Hence, he was so eager to take a gander at whatever Crow and Ament were gawking at.
Oh. A crow. Nasty buggers didn’t even taste good. The species was pretty common around these parts, too, so the creature held very little significance to its name. The fact that it crashed into Tanglewood soil was as interesting as the bird got, and to be honest, Leroy did not give a shit. Heading over here, his hopes were heightened as he anticipated seeing something along the lines of a meteorite, or maybe even another dragon; only to have those optimisms shattered upon recognizing what the could-have-been meteorite truly was - an inky, trash-eating crow.
A gaze of discontent, his hues wore with vexation.
"It’s a goddamn crow, Crow," he’d retort sharply in response to his leader’s inquiries to the unconscious creature, ”you’d have a better discussion with a braindead parrot than one of those things.”
99% of those things weren’t sentient anyway, so his comments probably wouldn’t offend the probably-dead critter.
Before, the Guardsman would likely roll his eyes and dismiss it as another one of Tanglewood’s numerous anomalies - though, ever since the raid on the Pitt came to a victorious close, things became boring as shit. A few weeks back, Leroy was assigned the role of handing out weekly tasks of his choosing, which provided minimal amusement at most. However, literally nothing of importance had transpired since then. Nope. Nothing. Nada.
Hence, he was so eager to take a gander at whatever Crow and Ament were gawking at.
Oh. A crow. Nasty buggers didn’t even taste good. The species was pretty common around these parts, too, so the creature held very little significance to its name. The fact that it crashed into Tanglewood soil was as interesting as the bird got, and to be honest, Leroy did not give a shit. Heading over here, his hopes were heightened as he anticipated seeing something along the lines of a meteorite, or maybe even another dragon; only to have those optimisms shattered upon recognizing what the could-have-been meteorite truly was - an inky, trash-eating crow.
A gaze of discontent, his hues wore with vexation.
"It’s a goddamn crow, Crow," he’d retort sharply in response to his leader’s inquiries to the unconscious creature, ”you’d have a better discussion with a braindead parrot than one of those things.”
99% of those things weren’t sentient anyway, so his comments probably wouldn’t offend the probably-dead critter.