01-13-2020, 08:25 PM
If there was some sort of family drama transpiring, it'd all gone over his head. The wolfhound approached the scene, taking note of the Tanglers present. Aurum, Miller, Roy, Snarl, Abathur (whom he positions himself beside), and Moth. Judging by the above par turnout, Roy's given task was - so far - a moderate success. He arrives just in time to perceive the proxy's briefing, unknowingly frowning whilst his mind replayed the events which occurred on that day. Kydobi displayed boldness in making his appearance. Boldness, and stupidity. For the jaguar to drop anchor at the border, along with another Pittian of all people, and exhibit the audacity to retch appalling untruths in the Tanglers' directions, before ultimately swearing vengeance on those he initially aggravated, he must've been on some hardcore shit.
Going back to the lion's shared information, the general nodded his noggin in agreement throughout almost the whole of it. There was one tidbit of info that didn't come off as entirely factual. "Trespassin'," Leroy voices, rising to his paws from a seated position, "now that's a bit of a stretch. As far as I remember, Kydobi was situated at our border, and our border alone." His chocolate hues glance around, fixating on his tribemates' visages, hoping to see a level of agreement or approval emblazoned on their faces. By no means was he defending the large feline - he just hated to see misinformation being passed around. "However," he continues, "he ignored our warnings, and got pissy when we had to shoo him off." That, he couldn't comprehend. The jet-black pussycat came off as knowledgeable and experienced, so why he couldn't respect another group's border rules was beyond him.
Now it was official voice time. Hooray for official voice time. "So we got a protocol for the event of an exiled Tangler returnin' to the territory. If that were to happen, the exiled fella gets killed on sight. Now, I expect no different for members of an enemy clan. They got no reason to be here at all." Every second word or so was notably emphasized, so that his message would finally get across. The Pittians were not friends. Perhaps some of the newer members of the tribe could not understand this, and that was okay. As long as they refrained from sympathizing with a group that kindled an incomprehensible extent of bloodshed, their skepticism was fine by him. "Familial matters are different. If any of ya got kin up in the desert or jungle or wherever the fuck they are now, then it'd be permitted for ya to meet in the unclaimed land beyond our border. Family is important. I will add, however, if your Pittian family members gave the slightest fraction of a damn about ya, they'd leave the Pitt."
"That's all I got to say."
Going back to the lion's shared information, the general nodded his noggin in agreement throughout almost the whole of it. There was one tidbit of info that didn't come off as entirely factual. "Trespassin'," Leroy voices, rising to his paws from a seated position, "now that's a bit of a stretch. As far as I remember, Kydobi was situated at our border, and our border alone." His chocolate hues glance around, fixating on his tribemates' visages, hoping to see a level of agreement or approval emblazoned on their faces. By no means was he defending the large feline - he just hated to see misinformation being passed around. "However," he continues, "he ignored our warnings, and got pissy when we had to shoo him off." That, he couldn't comprehend. The jet-black pussycat came off as knowledgeable and experienced, so why he couldn't respect another group's border rules was beyond him.
Now it was official voice time. Hooray for official voice time. "So we got a protocol for the event of an exiled Tangler returnin' to the territory. If that were to happen, the exiled fella gets killed on sight. Now, I expect no different for members of an enemy clan. They got no reason to be here at all." Every second word or so was notably emphasized, so that his message would finally get across. The Pittians were not friends. Perhaps some of the newer members of the tribe could not understand this, and that was okay. As long as they refrained from sympathizing with a group that kindled an incomprehensible extent of bloodshed, their skepticism was fine by him. "Familial matters are different. If any of ya got kin up in the desert or jungle or wherever the fuck they are now, then it'd be permitted for ya to meet in the unclaimed land beyond our border. Family is important. I will add, however, if your Pittian family members gave the slightest fraction of a damn about ya, they'd leave the Pitt."
"That's all I got to say."