09-24-2019, 04:14 PM
Nostalgia was - and still is - a key role in Leroy's judgement. The longer he knew something, or someone, the higher he held it in regard. This way of thinking was especially present in how the male viewed individuals. Fresh faces kept the tribe lively, and exuded an aura of ambition. They were the future, and would embody the group's spirit long after he was gone. The new kids on the block certainly deserved a great deal of respect, not a lone doubt about it. But, it was the old dogs that the Proxy admired the most. Tanglewood's veterans. Those who were with the tribe since its anarchic early days. The majority of the founding members were long dead, unfortunately (with Arrow being the latest addition to the list, though some were still farting around like the good old days. Beck was one of them. Crow, another.
And Delilah.
The pink femme whom Leroy had watched brutally die, come back, and disappear a meager number of weeks later. She'd been a pivotal component in the tribe's daily routine back in the day, what with her medical prowess. Such wasn't exactly the case anymore, but her mere existence served as a reminder of Tanglewood's past. On the day of Delilah's recent return, it felt like someone jimmied open a time capsule, only to release the whimsical girl into today's dire atmosphere.
She was a relic, as was he.
Not a lot of communication had transpired between the two as of late, which was lamentable, as Leroy recalled the both of them being rather close in the past. Actually, paying her a visit sat on his to-do list ever since she stepped foot in the marshland once again, yet he never found the time to do so.
But now, due to circumstances he had no control over, Leroy believed that the most appropriate time for a visit in that fashion was in the very near future, if not today. The cur wished to see her visage at least one more time before his name joined Arrow's on that aforementioned list.
His figure swayed in the light, fall breeze, just outside the feline's abode.
At least, this was where he thought she lived.
A cough, exaggerated to announce his presence, escapes his phlegm-saturated throat. With optimism, she'd be inside her home, and wary enough to hear his signal.
Leroy hopes to see her today - he knew not if a chance like this was available tomorrow.
//[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]
And Delilah.
The pink femme whom Leroy had watched brutally die, come back, and disappear a meager number of weeks later. She'd been a pivotal component in the tribe's daily routine back in the day, what with her medical prowess. Such wasn't exactly the case anymore, but her mere existence served as a reminder of Tanglewood's past. On the day of Delilah's recent return, it felt like someone jimmied open a time capsule, only to release the whimsical girl into today's dire atmosphere.
She was a relic, as was he.
Not a lot of communication had transpired between the two as of late, which was lamentable, as Leroy recalled the both of them being rather close in the past. Actually, paying her a visit sat on his to-do list ever since she stepped foot in the marshland once again, yet he never found the time to do so.
But now, due to circumstances he had no control over, Leroy believed that the most appropriate time for a visit in that fashion was in the very near future, if not today. The cur wished to see her visage at least one more time before his name joined Arrow's on that aforementioned list.
His figure swayed in the light, fall breeze, just outside the feline's abode.
At least, this was where he thought she lived.
A cough, exaggerated to announce his presence, escapes his phlegm-saturated throat. With optimism, she'd be inside her home, and wary enough to hear his signal.
Leroy hopes to see her today - he knew not if a chance like this was available tomorrow.
//[member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]