07-01-2019, 11:12 PM
Once again, a big stink was stunk by the swamp’s hallmark spectral resident. The hound’s attendance was not required for him to immediately identify the ruckus’ perpetrator as Beck - around here, only the poltergeist held the power to draw together a mixed crowd like the one present. Though Leroy knew not exactly what was done, or who was harmed, the impact of Beck’s felony ought to be substantial, considering how Crow’s woeful whines could be heard from a sizeable stretch away.
Upon arrival to the scene of the crime, it had become apparent that the all fireworks had gone off without him. The facial expressions found in the congregation of Tanglers looked not as shocked as anticipated, and the ghastly feline’s 'wrongdoings' did not satisfy the hype that had bubbled within Leroy’s system. At least the victim was triggered enough to lay an arm - no, two arms - on the guilty child. The situation wasn’t as much as a situation as initially hoped, yet the potential for raw entertainment nonetheless bestowed itself. A pissed-off Crow made for a fantastic target for hassling, especially when he was in front of most of, if not the entirety of, his underlings. For the sort like him, you just needed to know where to strike the correct chords, and Tanglewood’s leader gave off the impression that he possessed a mentality that could be played like a ukelele.
A low chuckle rising in his throat on approach, the tall guardsman made his best attempt to discreetly join the multitude of clanmates. His smug smirk broke whilst he hollered to the general from the safety of the crowd; "Oh, step off! I think he’s got a knack for fine art!"
Upon arrival to the scene of the crime, it had become apparent that the all fireworks had gone off without him. The facial expressions found in the congregation of Tanglers looked not as shocked as anticipated, and the ghastly feline’s 'wrongdoings' did not satisfy the hype that had bubbled within Leroy’s system. At least the victim was triggered enough to lay an arm - no, two arms - on the guilty child. The situation wasn’t as much as a situation as initially hoped, yet the potential for raw entertainment nonetheless bestowed itself. A pissed-off Crow made for a fantastic target for hassling, especially when he was in front of most of, if not the entirety of, his underlings. For the sort like him, you just needed to know where to strike the correct chords, and Tanglewood’s leader gave off the impression that he possessed a mentality that could be played like a ukelele.
A low chuckle rising in his throat on approach, the tall guardsman made his best attempt to discreetly join the multitude of clanmates. His smug smirk broke whilst he hollered to the general from the safety of the crowd; "Oh, step off! I think he’s got a knack for fine art!"