07-14-2019, 02:03 AM
Birthed by the female’s buoyant retort, yellow-ish pearly whites revealed themselves in a toothy grin, sending a gaunt tongue out the side of the guardsman’s maw. A lively soul such as his coupled well with one of the same sort, and Goldenluxury’s upbeat disposition was no different. Her presence alone imbued the atmosphere with enough spirit to enliven even Leroy - a feat that went unparalleled back home in the swamp. A miniature chuckle of his own was dispatched in response to the one that followed the tiger’s amusing riposte, quieting up in time for her next few words. As she made mention of her own comrades, the hound glanced in all directions of the arena in hopes of spotting someone familiar. Through a winced gaze (which his partially-disabled eye did not aid in any regard), the male managed to locate faint outlines, ones belonging to felines, nearing the munchies table. If not for the swampy stench that they brought with them, he would have never been able to discern their homeland.
Though reassuring, as they had pushed aside the awkward vibes attained from being the sole partygoer, the Tanglers’ attendance would prove inconvenient for the time being. Going about the next step in his intentions may seem fishy to the unaware, and that’s the only type of attention that he did not desire.
The tigress’ prolonged rubberneck gave him the inkling that she was quick to catch on. She knew very well that he had more to say.
"Good t' hear you got everything in tip-top shape here, Cap," the mutt wholly renewed, before continuing in a pessimistic tone, "shame it ain't the same where I'm from." Without allowing his target a chance to reply, Leroy abruptly leaned in, inching his noggin towards the tigress’ left ear as far as his neck allowed.
"Stryker showed up the other day," he muttered in a harsh whisper, "and Mr. Crow let him escape unharmed."
No shame was felt while selling out his leader.
Besides, who was the true traitor? Leroy, for sharing tribe affairs with someone they didn’t concern? Or Crow, for refusing to off a war criminal on the spot?
Though reassuring, as they had pushed aside the awkward vibes attained from being the sole partygoer, the Tanglers’ attendance would prove inconvenient for the time being. Going about the next step in his intentions may seem fishy to the unaware, and that’s the only type of attention that he did not desire.
The tigress’ prolonged rubberneck gave him the inkling that she was quick to catch on. She knew very well that he had more to say.
"Good t' hear you got everything in tip-top shape here, Cap," the mutt wholly renewed, before continuing in a pessimistic tone, "shame it ain't the same where I'm from." Without allowing his target a chance to reply, Leroy abruptly leaned in, inching his noggin towards the tigress’ left ear as far as his neck allowed.
"Stryker showed up the other day," he muttered in a harsh whisper, "and Mr. Crow let him escape unharmed."
No shame was felt while selling out his leader.
Besides, who was the true traitor? Leroy, for sharing tribe affairs with someone they didn’t concern? Or Crow, for refusing to off a war criminal on the spot?