09-05-2019, 10:19 AM
When asked about his position, the hellhound blinked in surprise before chuckling softly. He supposed he had to get used to explaining to newcomers what he was now, if he was going to truly hold the position, "Ah, a chaser is a semi-high position here in Tanglewood. We're essentially a stepping stone to bigger things, but we still have important duties. We greet joiners at the border, we help defend the clan, we're just generally active all around, so you can expect to see me around pretty often." He smiled and laughed a bit, shaking his head. It was true he was around often – the constant presence of something on his mind distracted him from all of the sadness being inflicted upon Tanglewood – but he wasn't sure how enthusiastic Crowley would be about this, given how he seemed vaguely uncomfortable with the hellhound's presence. He wasn't entirely sure why, but he assumed it was because he looked odd in this form, or sort of intimidating. He tried to present himself to others as the least intimidating creature he could manage, but it didn't often work, since he still looked like a rotted beast from hell even when he pulled in on himself and tried to look small.
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— Reggan