08-06-2019, 01:10 AM
Crow sure had taken his sweet time in deciding his successor. Five months’ worth of these inconsequential meetings, each one initially bringing burning sensations of anticipation, only to be met with disappointment once again. Back when Crow had crowned Arrow as Captain of the Guard, most of the respect the hound held for the general had seeped out of his system. How could that toothpick of a feline not see that he was the best pick for the position then? What had inspired him to elevate Arrow over him? Where had she been successful where he had failed? The male refused to display any of it, but his discontent persisted for a period of weeks following the late captain's promotion. The ill-will that Leroy possessed would ultimately inspire his belittling attitude towards Crow.
Five months later, and he was now Tanglewood’s Proxy. Up until this point, the hope that was once brimmed the mongrel’s bloodstream ceased to exist; thus, the announcement had completely caught him off guard. A relieved chuckle arose from his hoarse throat, a satisfied grin materializing along his maw. "Thank you, Crow," Leroy remarks, solemnly expressing his gratitude to the same feline who had become the target of his unyielding torment. That little tidbit about him having his back was nice, as well - hella inaccurate, but nice.
His golden hues swept the town, his head giving a light nod towards Moth in appreciation as well. She'd done well over the past while, despite her rather innocent lifestyle. In his opinion, which matched the general’s, the most suitable route for the vulpine was the path of medicine. Herbs and remedies best fit someone of her stature, especially when the only other avenue currently available was that of the guardsman.
He shot Wormwood a nod, too. The lion had an aura of implacable capability, perhaps the most in the swamp at the very moment. Never before had the canine seen a newbie so active. Good on him.
"Gotcha, boss," he replies, making note of Crow’s instructions relating to the Pitt. He didn’t want to go over there, anyways.
Five months later, and he was now Tanglewood’s Proxy. Up until this point, the hope that was once brimmed the mongrel’s bloodstream ceased to exist; thus, the announcement had completely caught him off guard. A relieved chuckle arose from his hoarse throat, a satisfied grin materializing along his maw. "Thank you, Crow," Leroy remarks, solemnly expressing his gratitude to the same feline who had become the target of his unyielding torment. That little tidbit about him having his back was nice, as well - hella inaccurate, but nice.
His golden hues swept the town, his head giving a light nod towards Moth in appreciation as well. She'd done well over the past while, despite her rather innocent lifestyle. In his opinion, which matched the general’s, the most suitable route for the vulpine was the path of medicine. Herbs and remedies best fit someone of her stature, especially when the only other avenue currently available was that of the guardsman.
He shot Wormwood a nod, too. The lion had an aura of implacable capability, perhaps the most in the swamp at the very moment. Never before had the canine seen a newbie so active. Good on him.
"Gotcha, boss," he replies, making note of Crow’s instructions relating to the Pitt. He didn’t want to go over there, anyways.