05-11-2019, 12:05 PM
Amber hues revealed themselves in a quickened manner as a response to an unanticipated voice breaking the tropical ambience. A subtle groan ruptured from within, the light striking his eyes sending forth waves of discomfort through the male’s worn system. The folded ears atop his noggin had only caught brief portions of what this particular voice spoke; something relating to gifts, and the rest sounding akin to gibberish and incoherent mumbling. Sluggishly standing himself to all fours, stretching out his spine whilst doing so, his steady breaths were interrupted by a sharp gasp just as his glare focused itself on the speaker. The tiger must have been a Miss Goldenluxury, the Typhoon’s leader. So, this was who Beck shared his living quarters with during his stay here.
Damn, she was huge.
"Err-", he’d stammer, ere dipping his head in a mixture of a bow and a nod - it was hard to decide which one was most appropriate, so he went with both. Between his lips escaped a hollow chuckle as he analyzed the female, both out of embarrassment and amazement.
”Sorry,” Leroy apologized, an undertone of whimsy present in his voice, ”jus’ not used to being in the presence of another group’s leader without my head in between someone’s jaws”.
The guardsman glanced back towards the basket, which was filled to the top with supplies that he acquired after raiding the medical storage. The hound made sure to grab as many herbs as he could that were native to Tanglewood’s environment, too; exclusivity meant value, and everybody loved valuable gifts.
”These’re meant for you and your people,” Leroy would inform her, his focus fixated on the captain once more, ”’s an expression of gratitude, on behalf of Tanglewood. Us in the swamp are deeply grateful for you pirates not coming into our homes and killing us off one-by-one; which’s something the Pitt and Rosebloods have done numerous times in the past.”
Leroy stops to breathe, taking in the island air once again. He believed for the longest time that air fresheners with stuff like ocean breeze or tropical sunset for scent names were full of shit. Now, he saw differently. Being an inhabitant here must be dope as hell.
Sliding the wicker basket towards the oversized feline, he’d exhale a final time, and ready his maw to speak once again. ”More than anything though, I’m just dropping in t’ see how your bunch is holding up. It’s been a whiles since we last heard from anyone of value. The Rosebloods did pop by recently, but my feelings towards them still’s a mixed bag. Last we saw the Pitt, they had their faces full of sand after we ransacked ‘em bad. And the last time we heard from Elysium was... never.
”I don’t believe we heard anything new from yous for a while, neither. Even if we aren’t officially allies, it’s still nice to know what’s going on elsewheres.”
Leroy pauses for a moment. Speaking large quantities of words at a time wasn’t his strong suit anymore. He’d sigh, before lastly inquiring, ”Anything of interest occur lately?”
Damn, she was huge.
"Err-", he’d stammer, ere dipping his head in a mixture of a bow and a nod - it was hard to decide which one was most appropriate, so he went with both. Between his lips escaped a hollow chuckle as he analyzed the female, both out of embarrassment and amazement.
”Sorry,” Leroy apologized, an undertone of whimsy present in his voice, ”jus’ not used to being in the presence of another group’s leader without my head in between someone’s jaws”.
The guardsman glanced back towards the basket, which was filled to the top with supplies that he acquired after raiding the medical storage. The hound made sure to grab as many herbs as he could that were native to Tanglewood’s environment, too; exclusivity meant value, and everybody loved valuable gifts.
”These’re meant for you and your people,” Leroy would inform her, his focus fixated on the captain once more, ”’s an expression of gratitude, on behalf of Tanglewood. Us in the swamp are deeply grateful for you pirates not coming into our homes and killing us off one-by-one; which’s something the Pitt and Rosebloods have done numerous times in the past.”
Leroy stops to breathe, taking in the island air once again. He believed for the longest time that air fresheners with stuff like ocean breeze or tropical sunset for scent names were full of shit. Now, he saw differently. Being an inhabitant here must be dope as hell.
Sliding the wicker basket towards the oversized feline, he’d exhale a final time, and ready his maw to speak once again. ”More than anything though, I’m just dropping in t’ see how your bunch is holding up. It’s been a whiles since we last heard from anyone of value. The Rosebloods did pop by recently, but my feelings towards them still’s a mixed bag. Last we saw the Pitt, they had their faces full of sand after we ransacked ‘em bad. And the last time we heard from Elysium was... never.
”I don’t believe we heard anything new from yous for a while, neither. Even if we aren’t officially allies, it’s still nice to know what’s going on elsewheres.”
Leroy pauses for a moment. Speaking large quantities of words at a time wasn’t his strong suit anymore. He’d sigh, before lastly inquiring, ”Anything of interest occur lately?”