12-03-2019, 02:51 PM
Crow Roux's reign over Tanglewood had come to pass. The alabaster feline ruled with relative timidity, though he damn well established himself as an admirable leader time and time again throughout his nine month-long regime. Nine months proved to be just the right amount for the male, though, and last night, Crow bestowed the rank of General upon his recently resurfaced second-in-command, Leroy. The canine, who had been six feet under for just over a month, abruptly appeared on the swampbound group's premises within the past week. His body - which was very much alive - sang a hymn of youthfulness and well-being. He felt healthier than ever before, and looked a hell of a lot less mangy and worn. And within twenty-four hours of his return, the wolfhound found himself at Tanglewood's helm.
Prior to his passing, Leroy hosted only one meeting. He made visits to other groups on a mere three different occasions, and had yet to shepherd his people into the heart of battle. Evidently, leading was but a brand-new addition to his diverse skillset. Coupling this with the fact that Crow did not share a great deal of knowledge regarding the job, only the bare basics, the mongrel was practically on his own in this. Already the General made some decisions that could be seen as beneficial (appointing Aurum to a higher position, and arranging a Yuletide celebration of sorts), but in all honesty, he was scared as all hell. Dirty looks and awkward, distrusting glances ran rampant through the crowd that attended his introductory meeting - apart from a select few, of course. But what could he expect? A good chunk of his group's populace knew scarcely anything about him, only that he was lying dead in a ditch up until now, so those with their doubts were 100% correct to feel that way.
He only wishes to get a fair chance.
As far as Leroy knew, Goldenluxury still had The Typhoon neath her control. He valued the female as a trusted confidant, one he could depend on in times of strife. One he could depend on in times like these. Also, it was of the utmost importance that Tanglewood's closest ally hears the word of the group's change in leadership. Thus, the island group would serve as his first stop while on his little "revival tour", which would take him through all of the allied and neutral groups.
So he sat on the brink of The Typhoon's claimed land, rump perched firmly on the moist earth, hoping his swampy scent met the nose of a pirate.
Prior to his passing, Leroy hosted only one meeting. He made visits to other groups on a mere three different occasions, and had yet to shepherd his people into the heart of battle. Evidently, leading was but a brand-new addition to his diverse skillset. Coupling this with the fact that Crow did not share a great deal of knowledge regarding the job, only the bare basics, the mongrel was practically on his own in this. Already the General made some decisions that could be seen as beneficial (appointing Aurum to a higher position, and arranging a Yuletide celebration of sorts), but in all honesty, he was scared as all hell. Dirty looks and awkward, distrusting glances ran rampant through the crowd that attended his introductory meeting - apart from a select few, of course. But what could he expect? A good chunk of his group's populace knew scarcely anything about him, only that he was lying dead in a ditch up until now, so those with their doubts were 100% correct to feel that way.
He only wishes to get a fair chance.
As far as Leroy knew, Goldenluxury still had The Typhoon neath her control. He valued the female as a trusted confidant, one he could depend on in times of strife. One he could depend on in times like these. Also, it was of the utmost importance that Tanglewood's closest ally hears the word of the group's change in leadership. Thus, the island group would serve as his first stop while on his little "revival tour", which would take him through all of the allied and neutral groups.
So he sat on the brink of The Typhoon's claimed land, rump perched firmly on the moist earth, hoping his swampy scent met the nose of a pirate.