12-21-2019, 05:07 AM
When your territory stank like a noxious concoction of swamp shit and literal shit, sniffing out an individual's scent did not happen as an effortless feat. In fact, he saw it as damn near impossible. Leroy blamed the land's fetid stench for his faulty attendance when visitors came round, for an animal's odour was vanquished with ease by the area's humid, rancid, barely breathable atmosphere. Okay, that last tidbit had been somewhat exaggerated, but the point about it being particularly difficult to pick up someone's smell yet stood as true. The sense of smell didn't qualify as a key player in drawing the General towards the duo over by the border. No, but rather the sense of hearing. Two voices were heard, one belonging to his Captain, Aurum, and the other in the possession of an unknown source. The wolfhound predicted that the mystery voice's owner merely wished to join his tribe, but owing to Tanglewood's still-recent victory over the Pitt, the canine began to pursue the two sources of verbal communication. After all, Leroy didn't want some vengeance-hungered Pittian assassin offing one of his best faces. If the old proverb about strength being found in numbers and shit wasn't a fib, then he could rest assured that no Tangler stood in harm's way.
'Off-putting' quickly described how Leroy felt upon perceiving the panther, who evidently went by Raymond. A creature whose pelt reminisced of shadows, all the while bearing forest green eyes. Proportion-wise, the dude fell on the large side of the spectrum. His forelegs resembled muscly tree stumps, whilst his midsection paralleled the sturdy yet chassis of a fighter jet. "I’m here to join your ranks." Well shit, how could he say no to a proposition such as that? "You definitely got some quirks that we like 'round here, if ya don't mind me sayin' so," he starts with a grin. Somewhere, in the depths of his beating heart, he wished that the male didn't tear him a new one for saying that. "I'm Leroy Starkweather," Leroy introduces with a slight nod, "General of Tanglewood. I'd be thrilled to have ya on board - what say you, Aurum?" Of course, Tanglewood law declared that all joiners were automatically accepted, so the one-eyed Lion hadn't much a choice. That was, unless, Raymond here decided to seriously harm the both of them. Then, he couldn't join.
Leroy doubted that this would happen, though.
'Off-putting' quickly described how Leroy felt upon perceiving the panther, who evidently went by Raymond. A creature whose pelt reminisced of shadows, all the while bearing forest green eyes. Proportion-wise, the dude fell on the large side of the spectrum. His forelegs resembled muscly tree stumps, whilst his midsection paralleled the sturdy yet chassis of a fighter jet. "I’m here to join your ranks." Well shit, how could he say no to a proposition such as that? "You definitely got some quirks that we like 'round here, if ya don't mind me sayin' so," he starts with a grin. Somewhere, in the depths of his beating heart, he wished that the male didn't tear him a new one for saying that. "I'm Leroy Starkweather," Leroy introduces with a slight nod, "General of Tanglewood. I'd be thrilled to have ya on board - what say you, Aurum?" Of course, Tanglewood law declared that all joiners were automatically accepted, so the one-eyed Lion hadn't much a choice. That was, unless, Raymond here decided to seriously harm the both of them. Then, he couldn't join.
Leroy doubted that this would happen, though.