08-02-2019, 01:05 PM
Long ago, in the days of Morgan’s reign, a cleanup event had been hosted along the beach - it was then that the surrounding ocean revealed its bona fide repugnance to Leroy. Hence, the guardsman made an effort to maintain a fair gap was between his position and the shore’s when on his aimless strolls through the territory. Just the sheer inkling of being in the close proximity of all that pollution and active radiation pulsing through the waterfront’s placid waves put nauseating notions in his head. How the caustic environment affected the sea life peaked the hound’s interest from time to time, but given that there was more than enough two-headed snakes and six-legged rabbits ambling about on land, he cared not to pay the heavily mutated fishies a visit. Perhaps it'd be best to preserve the natural order of nature (even if there was scarcely any natural nature left), and keep the landlubbers on land, and keep whatever lay beneath the waves beneath the waves.
The gradually-assembling accumulation of tribemates along the shoreside had caught his eye. All of those present were rather fresh in Tanglewood’s ranks, and likely possessed very minimal knowledge on the topic of radioactivity. He scoffs, looking to continue his trek without moving an inch closer to the sea. That is, until he’d realize that one of the figures didn’t come as recognizable. From a glance, they appeared as a nasty amalgam of fish and mammal. Neat.
Hesitantly, the canine started in the group’s direction. As long as not a single drop of that grimy aqua fell upon his thin pelt, he'd be fine.
The mongrel’s arrival was late, but he came soon enough to catch the tail-end of Abraham's dialogue. "Honestly, I barely remember," he'd falsely answer the fishdog's query. The happening was as vivid in his mind as it was on the day it occurred, how he had been driven from his home and shit. That was all behind him, and he preferred to not be reminded about it. "Don't think any of us are actually from the swamp, per se," Leroy continues, his amber gaze hopping along Red and Wormwood's faces, "if we were, we'd probably be lookin' a li'l like you, if you don't mind me sayin' so."
Abe was quite the abnormality. Gills like a fish's, but a canidae figure. Leroy put up a fight when it came to helplessly gawking at the creature - it really looked like one of those Swamp Things he had heard about.
The gradually-assembling accumulation of tribemates along the shoreside had caught his eye. All of those present were rather fresh in Tanglewood’s ranks, and likely possessed very minimal knowledge on the topic of radioactivity. He scoffs, looking to continue his trek without moving an inch closer to the sea. That is, until he’d realize that one of the figures didn’t come as recognizable. From a glance, they appeared as a nasty amalgam of fish and mammal. Neat.
Hesitantly, the canine started in the group’s direction. As long as not a single drop of that grimy aqua fell upon his thin pelt, he'd be fine.
The mongrel’s arrival was late, but he came soon enough to catch the tail-end of Abraham's dialogue. "Honestly, I barely remember," he'd falsely answer the fishdog's query. The happening was as vivid in his mind as it was on the day it occurred, how he had been driven from his home and shit. That was all behind him, and he preferred to not be reminded about it. "Don't think any of us are actually from the swamp, per se," Leroy continues, his amber gaze hopping along Red and Wormwood's faces, "if we were, we'd probably be lookin' a li'l like you, if you don't mind me sayin' so."
Abe was quite the abnormality. Gills like a fish's, but a canidae figure. Leroy put up a fight when it came to helplessly gawking at the creature - it really looked like one of those Swamp Things he had heard about.