02-26-2020, 07:41 PM
Leroy Starkweather lived with Crow Roux. The household in which he resided used to be home exclusively to the local branch of the Roux family, which consisted of Crow, Selby, and Pastel Roux. Somewhere down the line, Leroy - own out of his love for the tribe's leader at the time - gradually adopted the household as his own, and packed his shit and moved. An assortment of miscellaneous events transpired, and, with Selby moved into a home of his own and Pastel laying dead in a ditch, the household's sole occupants were Tanglewood's current leader and Tanglewood's ex-leader.
Before, Leroy had claimed a run-down hut on the town's outskirts as his home. Barely fitting the dictionary's description of a 'home', the hut became the storage area for the wolfhound's expansive collection - which ranged from unwanted knickknacks to incredibly curious oddities. Without a doubt, the gem of his collection was his jukebox. And now, that jukebox was going to be put in the Deathless Hound Tavern.
Initially, the vinyl-playing device had been loaded onto a small, crimson wagon for transport. Though now, Leroy's jukebox lay collapsed in an unpalatable batch of mud-splattered snow. The wagon's steel exterior was tickled by rust, indicating that the cart's condition didn't fall under 'tiptop', and to make matters worse, the hind right wheel had somehow disappeared after the ride towards the tavern commenced. However, the foul-mouthed individual tugging the wagon by the handle hadn't become aware of the wheel's absence until far too late, and thus, the jukebox toppled to the ground.
The leader's vocabulary replaced all sensible words with angered swears and exasperated curses. He worried not about the device's condition, for he knew that it'd been through so much worse - but he was still a fair ways away from his destination, and now had no method of transportation. The only option available was good ol' fashioned pushing. And even then, it'd be nigh impossible to do that on his own.
Before, Leroy had claimed a run-down hut on the town's outskirts as his home. Barely fitting the dictionary's description of a 'home', the hut became the storage area for the wolfhound's expansive collection - which ranged from unwanted knickknacks to incredibly curious oddities. Without a doubt, the gem of his collection was his jukebox. And now, that jukebox was going to be put in the Deathless Hound Tavern.
Initially, the vinyl-playing device had been loaded onto a small, crimson wagon for transport. Though now, Leroy's jukebox lay collapsed in an unpalatable batch of mud-splattered snow. The wagon's steel exterior was tickled by rust, indicating that the cart's condition didn't fall under 'tiptop', and to make matters worse, the hind right wheel had somehow disappeared after the ride towards the tavern commenced. However, the foul-mouthed individual tugging the wagon by the handle hadn't become aware of the wheel's absence until far too late, and thus, the jukebox toppled to the ground.
The leader's vocabulary replaced all sensible words with angered swears and exasperated curses. He worried not about the device's condition, for he knew that it'd been through so much worse - but he was still a fair ways away from his destination, and now had no method of transportation. The only option available was good ol' fashioned pushing. And even then, it'd be nigh impossible to do that on his own.