01-02-2020, 02:34 AM
"What he said," a creamy voice adds, alluding to the captain of the guard's news report Its tone is laced with impish whimsy, and transmitted waves of stifled excitement. Leroy then emerges from behind Aurum's flank, a smile, one of an illustrious sorts, making a habitat out of his maw. To him, Goldenluxury was a well-established friend. A well-established friend that he hadn't enjoyed the company of in forever and a day. In fact, the tigress was more than a friend, but a trusted confidant. Thus and so, to see her visage after all the shit he'd gone through (including but not limited to: dying, possessing, and ascending to leadership), he felt whole. And feeling whole was marginally preposterous to the hound, bearing in mind that his current body acted as a literal shell for his very soul.
By now the general built a fair distance between him and those present, and planted his brawny butt against the moist ground. He wished that he'd made the scene a tad earlier, as his acting second-in-command had already said what needed to be said. Nevertheless, Leroy was interacting with an individual he held very dearly, and it satisfied him efficiently. What didn't satisfy him was the looming scent of Pittian. Of course it'd be impossible to have the Pitt's ardent without the particular stink, which he acknowledges, though it still sours his mood. Only slightly, though.
Once everyone else finished speaking, he saw that it was his turn.
"Hi, Ms. Goldenluxury," he speaks, the first time saying those words in his new voice, "it's been a bit, hasn't it?"
By now the general built a fair distance between him and those present, and planted his brawny butt against the moist ground. He wished that he'd made the scene a tad earlier, as his acting second-in-command had already said what needed to be said. Nevertheless, Leroy was interacting with an individual he held very dearly, and it satisfied him efficiently. What didn't satisfy him was the looming scent of Pittian. Of course it'd be impossible to have the Pitt's ardent without the particular stink, which he acknowledges, though it still sours his mood. Only slightly, though.
Once everyone else finished speaking, he saw that it was his turn.
"Hi, Ms. Goldenluxury," he speaks, the first time saying those words in his new voice, "it's been a bit, hasn't it?"