07-29-2019, 08:39 PM
//YO THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I’VE BEEN NINJA’d IN MY BOB CAREER
//im excited for some reason
Fashionably late, as per usual.
Yellowed chompers revealed themselves in a toothy grin. The canine’s broad torso pushed aside reeds whilst he trekked through the bog’s swampy terrain. One pawstep landed in a particularly sticky spot of mud, which caused him to stumble. Leroy made the scene in a toppling motion, his chin colliding with the ground at an acute speed.
Apart from the pain ringing within his jaw, the mongrel held his head high after readjusting his stance. With the population’s dwindling numbers, his propitious outlook on life had become soured. Along with the looming threat of Jervis’ cronies, things were looking grim for the swamp people. The sudden influx of joiners gave the impression that Tanglewood’s darker days were swiftly coming to a close. That was something to smile at. At least everybody present (barring him, of course) had joined within the last week alone. That made three new Tanglers, and the return of a particular individual who hadn’t shown her flowery face around here for quite the lengthy period of time. These factors only boosted his morale even further.
"There’s a buncha huts 'n houses near the town if ya wanna find shelter for Poet, Wormwood," he’d say in his gruff tone, elation somewhat fading as he realized the nature of the smaller lion’s condition. Both of whom were newer faces to the hound, as well as the hyena, who stood a few paces to the left of him. "Delilah used to be a medic," Leroy continued, "ya should follow whatever advice she gives."
Completely lacking any medical knowledge, the guardsman feared that there was nothing of value that he could offer to the discussion. Nothing at all.
Actually, there was one thing. A thing that he wished someone had told him to do when he joined Tanglewood almost a year ago.
"Try ta get used to the smell as fast as ya can. It gets nauseating."
//im excited for some reason
Fashionably late, as per usual.
Yellowed chompers revealed themselves in a toothy grin. The canine’s broad torso pushed aside reeds whilst he trekked through the bog’s swampy terrain. One pawstep landed in a particularly sticky spot of mud, which caused him to stumble. Leroy made the scene in a toppling motion, his chin colliding with the ground at an acute speed.
Apart from the pain ringing within his jaw, the mongrel held his head high after readjusting his stance. With the population’s dwindling numbers, his propitious outlook on life had become soured. Along with the looming threat of Jervis’ cronies, things were looking grim for the swamp people. The sudden influx of joiners gave the impression that Tanglewood’s darker days were swiftly coming to a close. That was something to smile at. At least everybody present (barring him, of course) had joined within the last week alone. That made three new Tanglers, and the return of a particular individual who hadn’t shown her flowery face around here for quite the lengthy period of time. These factors only boosted his morale even further.
"There’s a buncha huts 'n houses near the town if ya wanna find shelter for Poet, Wormwood," he’d say in his gruff tone, elation somewhat fading as he realized the nature of the smaller lion’s condition. Both of whom were newer faces to the hound, as well as the hyena, who stood a few paces to the left of him. "Delilah used to be a medic," Leroy continued, "ya should follow whatever advice she gives."
Completely lacking any medical knowledge, the guardsman feared that there was nothing of value that he could offer to the discussion. Nothing at all.
Actually, there was one thing. A thing that he wished someone had told him to do when he joined Tanglewood almost a year ago.
"Try ta get used to the smell as fast as ya can. It gets nauseating."