01-14-2020, 10:02 PM
Leroy purses his maw whilst the lion's dialogue come to a close. Indeed, he wished to discuss dignified matters in Aurum's respectable company, and he knew exactly what he desired to say. Yet, the words didn't seem to flow properly, as if they were clogged in his esophagus yearning not to come up. It was a subject touched upon only in the presence of Crow, and each time it got brought up, the discussion's lifespan lasted an eminently brief period of time. This was primarily due the discomfort he still found in the predicament. He wasn't actually there... but, he was, wasn't he?
Regardless of how he personally felt about the matter, it was of the utmost importance for Aurum to know about this ghastly business. It was only a matter of time before all went to shit, and if the acting second in command truly wanted to play his part in the preservation of Tanglewood's well being, then he most certainly ought to be informed of the one thing that could politically tear the tribe a new one. "First 'n foremost, I need to say sum'n about - like - me." God, wasn't there a way to say this without being incredibly awkward? "On Hallowe'en, ya saw the life leave my eyes in the library. So how the hell am I standin' here right now, ya must be wonderin'." Then, he leans in, mostly for dramatic effect. "That's the thing. I am dead. This body, it ain't me - but a living, breathing, eating, drinking, shitting vessel for my soul."
"I'll spare ya the in-depth deets, unless ya truly wanna hear 'em," he offers, returning to his normal stance in which he stood before, "but essentially, it's possession. Possession of my little brother, specifically, which is why I look like me from before, but ten times as beautiful." His concluding comment was of comedic nature, though he doesn't wear it on his face. The canine's expression is one of uncertainty. Fear, even. "I'm pretty sure the fella I'm controllin' ain't too happy to do my biddin'," Leroy confesses, "so the event of me losin' control of his strings ain't impossible." This scares him. He didn't want to lose authority over Christian. He cared too much for too many people, and being completely dead again would ruin that. "I need ya to promise me, Aurum, that if shit goes haywire, you'll take care of Tanglewood. These are good people, and I don't want to leave 'em in a rough spot by runnin' off. If I got you ready to take my place at any moment, then at least I know that the tribe is in good hands."
Regardless of how he personally felt about the matter, it was of the utmost importance for Aurum to know about this ghastly business. It was only a matter of time before all went to shit, and if the acting second in command truly wanted to play his part in the preservation of Tanglewood's well being, then he most certainly ought to be informed of the one thing that could politically tear the tribe a new one. "First 'n foremost, I need to say sum'n about - like - me." God, wasn't there a way to say this without being incredibly awkward? "On Hallowe'en, ya saw the life leave my eyes in the library. So how the hell am I standin' here right now, ya must be wonderin'." Then, he leans in, mostly for dramatic effect. "That's the thing. I am dead. This body, it ain't me - but a living, breathing, eating, drinking, shitting vessel for my soul."
"I'll spare ya the in-depth deets, unless ya truly wanna hear 'em," he offers, returning to his normal stance in which he stood before, "but essentially, it's possession. Possession of my little brother, specifically, which is why I look like me from before, but ten times as beautiful." His concluding comment was of comedic nature, though he doesn't wear it on his face. The canine's expression is one of uncertainty. Fear, even. "I'm pretty sure the fella I'm controllin' ain't too happy to do my biddin'," Leroy confesses, "so the event of me losin' control of his strings ain't impossible." This scares him. He didn't want to lose authority over Christian. He cared too much for too many people, and being completely dead again would ruin that. "I need ya to promise me, Aurum, that if shit goes haywire, you'll take care of Tanglewood. These are good people, and I don't want to leave 'em in a rough spot by runnin' off. If I got you ready to take my place at any moment, then at least I know that the tribe is in good hands."