01-03-2020, 02:36 AM
Personally, Leroy hadn't the foggiest clue as to what Crow agreed upon when discussing Jervis' fate. The general understood that the ex-ardent's imprisonment and imminent execution were solely the result of extensive planning, though he took no part in it. Thus, owing to his lack of comprehensive knowledge surrounding today's occasion, the methods in which Goldenluxury would distribute justice was an utter mystery. Him being unaware of these exact affairs didn't kill the excitement, though; if anything, it added to it. The tyrant, murderer, torturer, and slaver was living his final day. And he had first-class seats to the performance that'd end his life once and for all.
He hoped.
Aurum. Kydobi. Goldenluxury. Delilah. Arrow. Himself. Those named were individuals he knew to have died at one point, only to return to the mortal realm soon after their "demises". Death existed as nothing but a mild inconvenience in this day and age, and he reckoned that before long, Jervis would experience life again. It's always the important folk that come back, he found, and Jervis definitely fit the category. The possibility of the fox's restoration following his own execution beset the cohesion of Leroy's mind. Of course the wolfhound wanted the bastard dead for good, though he just couldn't shake the likelihood of a revival of any sorts. It has happened before, and will definitely happen again. He just wishes that it didn't happen to him.
Tucking the doubts and misgivings away into the deepest recesses of his imagination, Tanglewood's leader makes the scene with an exuberant smile, tongue hanging out the side. Regardless of what followed, it was a day he'd awaited for quite a long time. Red, Sam, Kiira, and more were gravely maltreated at his arm or call, and Pastel butchered. An abundance of horrendous crimes attributed to his vile name, and today, he'd finally receive his comeuppance. Why it took so long was completely beyond him, but that was the past. The wait was over. The good guys had won, and he wore the undeniable satisfaction in his expression. It sours a bit upon seeing Kydobi, who'd caused somewhat of a stir back home. The mongrel's scowl reverts to its original state, though, as he learns to ignore the jaguar's presence.
Contemptuously, Leroy waltzes up towards the criminal's post, far enough out of his abominable reach, yet close enough to build a distance between the two that could be considered dear. The canine's smile fades not whilst approaching the malefactor. If anything, it widens.
"Ya likely don't know me," he begins, stating the obvious, "but I know you. And I know what ya've done. Ya hit my home hard - ya hit my family hard." Following the last part, he released a tender sigh. Pastel never even lived to learn of her adopted father's romantic life. She never got to know the potential fatherly figure that was Leroy. The male restrains himself from showing any further sentiment; for all he knew, Jervis might get off to that sort of thing. "I guess this is it, then," he continues, "end of the line. Tell ya what though; I'm gonna make sure that everyone who stood by ya meets a similar fate. And I got an entire tribe to help with that. Have a nice day."
Next, he encroaches on Goldenluxury - leaving about the same distance between them he did with Jervis. "Lookin' forward to it, Ms. Goldenluxury," Leroy declares before playfully adding "such a shame I didn't bring no snack."
He hoped.
Aurum. Kydobi. Goldenluxury. Delilah. Arrow. Himself. Those named were individuals he knew to have died at one point, only to return to the mortal realm soon after their "demises". Death existed as nothing but a mild inconvenience in this day and age, and he reckoned that before long, Jervis would experience life again. It's always the important folk that come back, he found, and Jervis definitely fit the category. The possibility of the fox's restoration following his own execution beset the cohesion of Leroy's mind. Of course the wolfhound wanted the bastard dead for good, though he just couldn't shake the likelihood of a revival of any sorts. It has happened before, and will definitely happen again. He just wishes that it didn't happen to him.
Tucking the doubts and misgivings away into the deepest recesses of his imagination, Tanglewood's leader makes the scene with an exuberant smile, tongue hanging out the side. Regardless of what followed, it was a day he'd awaited for quite a long time. Red, Sam, Kiira, and more were gravely maltreated at his arm or call, and Pastel butchered. An abundance of horrendous crimes attributed to his vile name, and today, he'd finally receive his comeuppance. Why it took so long was completely beyond him, but that was the past. The wait was over. The good guys had won, and he wore the undeniable satisfaction in his expression. It sours a bit upon seeing Kydobi, who'd caused somewhat of a stir back home. The mongrel's scowl reverts to its original state, though, as he learns to ignore the jaguar's presence.
Contemptuously, Leroy waltzes up towards the criminal's post, far enough out of his abominable reach, yet close enough to build a distance between the two that could be considered dear. The canine's smile fades not whilst approaching the malefactor. If anything, it widens.
"Ya likely don't know me," he begins, stating the obvious, "but I know you. And I know what ya've done. Ya hit my home hard - ya hit my family hard." Following the last part, he released a tender sigh. Pastel never even lived to learn of her adopted father's romantic life. She never got to know the potential fatherly figure that was Leroy. The male restrains himself from showing any further sentiment; for all he knew, Jervis might get off to that sort of thing. "I guess this is it, then," he continues, "end of the line. Tell ya what though; I'm gonna make sure that everyone who stood by ya meets a similar fate. And I got an entire tribe to help with that. Have a nice day."
Next, he encroaches on Goldenluxury - leaving about the same distance between them he did with Jervis. "Lookin' forward to it, Ms. Goldenluxury," Leroy declares before playfully adding "such a shame I didn't bring no snack."