12-01-2019, 02:16 AM
//Follow-up to [HAVEN'T TOUCHED A PRETTY THING IN 40 DAYS]
Christian Brockenbrough. Leroy's younger brother of 3 years.
Appearance-wise, the siblings share a striking resemblance to one another (so much so that one could possibly mistake the two from a glance), though an affluence of differences was yet shared between the two.
Compared to his now-deceased brother, Christian...
- ...wore a solid gray coat, as opposed to Leroy's 'salt 'n pepper' strands of fur.
- ...bore eyes in a shade of [glow=#4d2600,2,300]DARK CHOCOLATE[/glow], in contrast to Leroy's [glow=#b38f00,2,300]AMBER[/glow].
- ...retained a mellow, youthful voice, in lieu of Leroy's raspy, mature tone.
- ...occupied a muscular, brawny figure, rather than Leroy's bony, lithe form.
- ...was 100% alive, instead of dead.
However, one similarity amid the brothers would render their differences as forfeit. As of four days and three quarters ago, Leroy was Christian. In a way.
Whilst in spirit form, alongside his adopted father, Leroy Starkweather came across the house, or rather, mansion in which his old family lived. His adopted father, Skipworth, had informed him that Leroy's original parents birthed another litter following his abandonment so many years ago. Intrigued, he requested Skipworth to take him to his family home. It was then he discovered that his folks belonged to a wealthy human couple, whom owned the brood of canines as prized showdogs. Benita, Horace, Speedy, Legend, and Christian were the given names of Leroy's younger brothers and sisters. Christian, being the healthiest looking one, became his body of choice.
God. This was going to be so awkward. Best to do away with it quickly, and discreetly.
Prowling through Tanglewood's looming vegetation, he comes to a stop at what he remembered to be a relatively quiet corner of town. Now it was time to wait - to wait for someone to approach, freak out, and hopefully not have a stroke.
Christian Brockenbrough. Leroy's younger brother of 3 years.
Appearance-wise, the siblings share a striking resemblance to one another (so much so that one could possibly mistake the two from a glance), though an affluence of differences was yet shared between the two.
Compared to his now-deceased brother, Christian...
- ...wore a solid gray coat, as opposed to Leroy's 'salt 'n pepper' strands of fur.
- ...bore eyes in a shade of [glow=#4d2600,2,300]DARK CHOCOLATE[/glow], in contrast to Leroy's [glow=#b38f00,2,300]AMBER[/glow].
- ...retained a mellow, youthful voice, in lieu of Leroy's raspy, mature tone.
- ...occupied a muscular, brawny figure, rather than Leroy's bony, lithe form.
- ...was 100% alive, instead of dead.
However, one similarity amid the brothers would render their differences as forfeit. As of four days and three quarters ago, Leroy was Christian. In a way.
Whilst in spirit form, alongside his adopted father, Leroy Starkweather came across the house, or rather, mansion in which his old family lived. His adopted father, Skipworth, had informed him that Leroy's original parents birthed another litter following his abandonment so many years ago. Intrigued, he requested Skipworth to take him to his family home. It was then he discovered that his folks belonged to a wealthy human couple, whom owned the brood of canines as prized showdogs. Benita, Horace, Speedy, Legend, and Christian were the given names of Leroy's younger brothers and sisters. Christian, being the healthiest looking one, became his body of choice.
God. This was going to be so awkward. Best to do away with it quickly, and discreetly.
Prowling through Tanglewood's looming vegetation, he comes to a stop at what he remembered to be a relatively quiet corner of town. Now it was time to wait - to wait for someone to approach, freak out, and hopefully not have a stroke.