12-05-2019, 01:23 AM
Even in a climate as temperate as Tanglewood's, the hindmost months of the year brought chilly winds and wintry weather. Such conditions Leroy had grown accustomed to over the course of his lifetime, to a point where they did not impose any immediate danger towards him. Yet, that did not stop the hound from disliking the snow, the ice, and the other irritating shit that accompanied winter's presence. Sometimes, it got so cold that his jaw was compelled to tremble, his teeth to chatter erratically - in spite of his thick, ragged coat. And there wasn't no experience more disheartening than stepping in a puddle of frigid slush when you had expected it to be solid ice. Also, what wouldn't winter be without its music? Its grisly, invidious, utterly atrocious music. Jingle Bell Rock sounds nice the first few times you listen to it it; but by the end of the month, after hearing that offensively jubilant tune a thousand times over, you wished your ears were torn off. December is a fantastic month. It really is. Apparently, it is the most wonderful time of the year. But by all things holy, there were some aspects of it that just didn't need to... you know... exist.
Scarcely a few days had passed since his ascent to power, and the majority of those days had been spent out of the territory - after all, it was crucial that those of The Typhoon and Elysium were informed of the change in leadership. Those days had passed though, and now he was back in Tangler lands. As of now, the hound had two things at the top of his mind: the mess hall revamp (the task of which he had tasked Aurum with), and planning that holiday gift party thing, or whatever he said it was.
As for the latter topic, the planning process was going along smoothly. He'd already located some timeworn decorations, as well as a selection of food items. However, party planning wasn't exactly Leroy's forte, and he found himself taking a multitude of breaks here and there throughout the day.
On such a break, he broke from the comforts of his home and made his way into the town. A slight chill slithered the length length of his spine whilst he sauntered along one of the town's streets. That is when he notices an accumulation of Tanglers encircling Kiira's home.
As he approaches, he makes note of those present - a strikingly familiar arachnid, and none other than the captain of the guard himself, Aurum. Both of them seemingly here for the complimentary blankets that Kiira was handing out.
"They look comfy, Kiira," Leroy mouths in the kindest tone he could muster, before offering a sanguine glance and mouthing, "I do need something to spruce up the ol' place, so I'll take one - unless you oppose me doin' so."
Scarcely a few days had passed since his ascent to power, and the majority of those days had been spent out of the territory - after all, it was crucial that those of The Typhoon and Elysium were informed of the change in leadership. Those days had passed though, and now he was back in Tangler lands. As of now, the hound had two things at the top of his mind: the mess hall revamp (the task of which he had tasked Aurum with), and planning that holiday gift party thing, or whatever he said it was.
As for the latter topic, the planning process was going along smoothly. He'd already located some timeworn decorations, as well as a selection of food items. However, party planning wasn't exactly Leroy's forte, and he found himself taking a multitude of breaks here and there throughout the day.
On such a break, he broke from the comforts of his home and made his way into the town. A slight chill slithered the length length of his spine whilst he sauntered along one of the town's streets. That is when he notices an accumulation of Tanglers encircling Kiira's home.
As he approaches, he makes note of those present - a strikingly familiar arachnid, and none other than the captain of the guard himself, Aurum. Both of them seemingly here for the complimentary blankets that Kiira was handing out.
"They look comfy, Kiira," Leroy mouths in the kindest tone he could muster, before offering a sanguine glance and mouthing, "I do need something to spruce up the ol' place, so I'll take one - unless you oppose me doin' so."