12-11-2019, 02:01 AM
Bittersweet was catching a glimpse of the newly renovated mess hall.
For one, it was a total erasure of Ophelia's legacy. Dearest Ophelia, who had constructed the oaken canteen all on her lonesome, only for it to be scarcely utilized by the people of Tanglewood. Dearest Ophelia, grandiose, yet selfless, who put all others above herself. Dearest Ophelia, once the apple of Leroy's eye - receding from daily life before vanishing entirely, only days after the both of them professed their profound love for one another. Oh, how the feline's disappearance razed his character to the ground. He was forced to drop the 'tough guy' facade and actually cry a little. Cry for dearest Ophelia, whom he would never see again, never embrace again, never share a kiss with again. The hound longed for the smell of her cooking, which hung around the wooden hall as if it were the building's natural aroma. He missed it especially after he made the switch to canned rations in the snowy weeks following her loss - food from a tin can could never taste as good as flame-roasted quail. Well into the new year, the canine frequented the mess hall just to get a taste of the atmosphere, which carried the flavour of past dishes. Though not anymore. The timber framework was totally remodeled. The pair of long, narrow tables, along with the assorted vases and flowerpots, were discarded. Ophelia wasn't the best at interior design, but was very skilled in regards to organization, which allowed the mess hall to retain a simplistic, warm vibe. Aurum completely changed that, and in place of a mere chophouse, the lion had instated a glorious tavern. And the last remnant of Ophelia's heritage was gone
On the other hand, the General looked on in pride at the inn. It was the first of his accomplishments as leader, as well as a display of Aurum's strength and sheer will, which reassured him in his choice of acting second in command. In the very short amount of time that he had, the Captain single-handedly redesigned an entire building with what seemed to be little knowledge on artful conception. And, shit, he redesigned it GOOD. If the oversized feline were to continue in impressing Leroy, then perhaps the acting portion of his title would soon be forfeit. Yeah, Leroy was impressed by the tavern, regardless of it not quite fitting the vintage theme. Hell, who wouldn't drop their jaw in awe while observing it? Its grand entrance, immaculate furniture, and inspired paint job, all stimulating to the naked eye. And the name. The Deathless Hound. His Captain's choice was flattering, for sure. He couldn't help feel a tad bewildered, for the name made the cur appear somewhat pretentious. However, the title was damn cool title, and in addition to the breathtaking shape of the sign, it reeked of unadulterated badassery.
He approaches, smiling lightly at those hard at work, before coming to a stop a fat ten or so metres away from the site. Those present chored away at moving furniture inside the building, as it seemed. Leroy's thoughts lay in a separate location. While they pushed and dragged, perhaps he could be put to use in regards to what was already within the building's interior. "Aurum," he speaks clearly, making sure his bellow did not with conflict with Miller's words, "what can I do about food storage?"
For one, it was a total erasure of Ophelia's legacy. Dearest Ophelia, who had constructed the oaken canteen all on her lonesome, only for it to be scarcely utilized by the people of Tanglewood. Dearest Ophelia, grandiose, yet selfless, who put all others above herself. Dearest Ophelia, once the apple of Leroy's eye - receding from daily life before vanishing entirely, only days after the both of them professed their profound love for one another. Oh, how the feline's disappearance razed his character to the ground. He was forced to drop the 'tough guy' facade and actually cry a little. Cry for dearest Ophelia, whom he would never see again, never embrace again, never share a kiss with again. The hound longed for the smell of her cooking, which hung around the wooden hall as if it were the building's natural aroma. He missed it especially after he made the switch to canned rations in the snowy weeks following her loss - food from a tin can could never taste as good as flame-roasted quail. Well into the new year, the canine frequented the mess hall just to get a taste of the atmosphere, which carried the flavour of past dishes. Though not anymore. The timber framework was totally remodeled. The pair of long, narrow tables, along with the assorted vases and flowerpots, were discarded. Ophelia wasn't the best at interior design, but was very skilled in regards to organization, which allowed the mess hall to retain a simplistic, warm vibe. Aurum completely changed that, and in place of a mere chophouse, the lion had instated a glorious tavern. And the last remnant of Ophelia's heritage was gone
On the other hand, the General looked on in pride at the inn. It was the first of his accomplishments as leader, as well as a display of Aurum's strength and sheer will, which reassured him in his choice of acting second in command. In the very short amount of time that he had, the Captain single-handedly redesigned an entire building with what seemed to be little knowledge on artful conception. And, shit, he redesigned it GOOD. If the oversized feline were to continue in impressing Leroy, then perhaps the acting portion of his title would soon be forfeit. Yeah, Leroy was impressed by the tavern, regardless of it not quite fitting the vintage theme. Hell, who wouldn't drop their jaw in awe while observing it? Its grand entrance, immaculate furniture, and inspired paint job, all stimulating to the naked eye. And the name. The Deathless Hound. His Captain's choice was flattering, for sure. He couldn't help feel a tad bewildered, for the name made the cur appear somewhat pretentious. However, the title was damn cool title, and in addition to the breathtaking shape of the sign, it reeked of unadulterated badassery.
He approaches, smiling lightly at those hard at work, before coming to a stop a fat ten or so metres away from the site. Those present chored away at moving furniture inside the building, as it seemed. Leroy's thoughts lay in a separate location. While they pushed and dragged, perhaps he could be put to use in regards to what was already within the building's interior. "Aurum," he speaks clearly, making sure his bellow did not with conflict with Miller's words, "what can I do about food storage?"