01-01-2020, 04:41 AM
Tanglewood's leader lingered.
Shade provided by the overhead leaves made for practical cover, for the looming vegetation's shadows concealed his soot-toned pelt with relative ease. Whilst concealed, the mongrel observed the unfolding situation, resting soundly upon his haunches, albeit readying himself for anything funny. Making out the enemy's words came as a moderate challenge, although snippets of the charcoal-painted feline's dialogue were perceived throughout his ridiculous tirade. Referrals had been made regarding an offspring, one such belonging to Kydobi, not to mention the footnotes concerning the forest tribe's 'nefarious' behaviour (which prompted a disbelieving snort on the general's part, nearly killing his cover). Rich, it was, coming out of the Pittian's mouth. His folded ears failed to pick up any more clear speech coming from the jaguar, though he isn't deterred by this. Aurum would tell him what was what later, anyhow. Following Kydobi's flawed denunciation, the proxy makes a counterargument. At this, the furs that tickled his spine gradually rose upwards.
A mess lay just beyond the horizon, Leroy could tell. He felt it begin in his tail, a tingling sensation that hummed of oncoming tribulation, before the sensation evolved into a shiver and eventually scale his back's entirety. Movement initiated in his haunches, shifting in restless anticipation whilst the lion addressed the opposing large cat. Aurum's words, as outlandishly aggressive as they were, laded him to the brim with sheer anticipation. And at the very moment which the attacking order escaped the maned male's maw, albeit genuinely unexpected, the canine sprang into action, lunging from the shrubbery he concealed himself within and breaking into a sprint towards the two adversaries.
On a moment's whim, he makes note of the big cat's current target - Kydobi himself. The two made quick work of getting into battle position, and already found themselves hurling elemental attacks at one another. With that in mind, Leroy chooses a mark of his own. Astiar, he thought he heard the marauder dub it. Talk about an eyesore. The poor thing appeared as though it belonged in a horror novel, the way it looked. Killing it wasn't in his intentions, despite it being Pittian and all - though he wouldn't refrain from doing so assuming push came to shove.
It looked a lot bigger up close. Doubts began brewing in his stomach's confines, yet he understood that he long passed to point of return. No turning back now. "'ey, fucknuts!" he calls in a deriding manner, attempting to gather the beast's attention, before leaping towards [member=7712]Astiar's[/member] chest and trying to sink a good tooth or three into its figure. Now, this was a risky manuever. On the possibility he miscalculated his jump, he'd harshly land on his hind legs, possibly causing injury. However, if his leap was successful and his pearly whites pierced the dragon's membrane, Leroy's fall would be broken, and a moderate level of damage would be dealt to Askiar. The wolfhound does not intend to cause harm, though. Not to Askiar, at least. The thing seemed as though it hadn't the foggiest idea as to what is was doing, thus the general only wished to drive it away.
Kydobi was a different story, though.
Shade provided by the overhead leaves made for practical cover, for the looming vegetation's shadows concealed his soot-toned pelt with relative ease. Whilst concealed, the mongrel observed the unfolding situation, resting soundly upon his haunches, albeit readying himself for anything funny. Making out the enemy's words came as a moderate challenge, although snippets of the charcoal-painted feline's dialogue were perceived throughout his ridiculous tirade. Referrals had been made regarding an offspring, one such belonging to Kydobi, not to mention the footnotes concerning the forest tribe's 'nefarious' behaviour (which prompted a disbelieving snort on the general's part, nearly killing his cover). Rich, it was, coming out of the Pittian's mouth. His folded ears failed to pick up any more clear speech coming from the jaguar, though he isn't deterred by this. Aurum would tell him what was what later, anyhow. Following Kydobi's flawed denunciation, the proxy makes a counterargument. At this, the furs that tickled his spine gradually rose upwards.
A mess lay just beyond the horizon, Leroy could tell. He felt it begin in his tail, a tingling sensation that hummed of oncoming tribulation, before the sensation evolved into a shiver and eventually scale his back's entirety. Movement initiated in his haunches, shifting in restless anticipation whilst the lion addressed the opposing large cat. Aurum's words, as outlandishly aggressive as they were, laded him to the brim with sheer anticipation. And at the very moment which the attacking order escaped the maned male's maw, albeit genuinely unexpected, the canine sprang into action, lunging from the shrubbery he concealed himself within and breaking into a sprint towards the two adversaries.
On a moment's whim, he makes note of the big cat's current target - Kydobi himself. The two made quick work of getting into battle position, and already found themselves hurling elemental attacks at one another. With that in mind, Leroy chooses a mark of his own. Astiar, he thought he heard the marauder dub it. Talk about an eyesore. The poor thing appeared as though it belonged in a horror novel, the way it looked. Killing it wasn't in his intentions, despite it being Pittian and all - though he wouldn't refrain from doing so assuming push came to shove.
It looked a lot bigger up close. Doubts began brewing in his stomach's confines, yet he understood that he long passed to point of return. No turning back now. "'ey, fucknuts!" he calls in a deriding manner, attempting to gather the beast's attention, before leaping towards [member=7712]Astiar's[/member] chest and trying to sink a good tooth or three into its figure. Now, this was a risky manuever. On the possibility he miscalculated his jump, he'd harshly land on his hind legs, possibly causing injury. However, if his leap was successful and his pearly whites pierced the dragon's membrane, Leroy's fall would be broken, and a moderate level of damage would be dealt to Askiar. The wolfhound does not intend to cause harm, though. Not to Askiar, at least. The thing seemed as though it hadn't the foggiest idea as to what is was doing, thus the general only wished to drive it away.
Kydobi was a different story, though.