04-20-2020, 10:29 PM
Tanglewood wasn't built upon a substantial amount of security measures. Off the top of the canine's mind, only two obvious factors had kept his tribemates in safe hands all this time. First off, the dense treeline that began at the border acted as a protective curtain against the outside world. It's labyrinthine composition of hulking vegetation was an obstacle to those who didn't know the area. Hell, even to Leroy (who has lived in Tanglewood for nearly two years, mind you), getting lost came as an easy feat. However, should one surpass the territory's troublesome outer reaches, the risk of Beck's traps only became a greater threat.
Though he did not dwell within the region when the tribe was founded, the mongrel was fully aware that one of the top priorities of the original leader was establishing an amplitude of traps of all sorts. Dotting the town's surrounding land lay snares and nets, yearning for an unfortunate victim to travel too closely within their grasp. Ofttimes, the victim made enough of a ruckus that they were found immediately. The general saw them as genius; not only did hoisting an intruder high up into the air remove a possible threat, but it typically brought a wave of humiliation to the would-be invader. Protection and causing degradation was possibly the best combination to ever exist, and the traps caused both.
The smell of Typhoon around the forest didn't come as a rarity these days. Tanglewood's alliance with the pirates is one of the island's most well-built, and likely one of its' longest lasting. Goldenluxury acted as a phenomenal associate in the past, sharing a similar contempt towards the Pitt as he, and he believed her to be a good friend. As a result of his views to their captain, for all he cared, Typhooners (if that's a good name for them) could come and go as they pleased. A few times, there'd been issues - such as when those damn kids brought their paint and made a fucking Da Vinci piece out of some trees - but for the most part, you could say everything was smooth sailing.
Eugh. Ship pun. That was awful. Whatever.
His folded ears caught the Spanish profanities without any complications. To his knowledge, nobody in Tanglewood spoke that language, so, if the salty stench wasn't telling enough, the canine knew that a pirate was on the premises. And in distress, too. Luckily, numerous Tanglers were on the scene, which he noticed immediately upon arrival. Aurum, Alaric, and, Vigenere. Leroy had not formed any strong opinions about the Cipher's return (mostly due to the fact that his writer didn't get to responding to it yet), but evidently, he needed a recap on current events. The large feline that had dangled above was not an enemy.
"Alaric's correct," he says in a matter-of-factly tone, currently not paying any mind to the foreigner as it appeared that Aurum tended to him at the moment, "the Typhoon are our allies, and it's been that way for quite a long time." Even by the time of Vigenere's departure in late 2018, Leroy was sure that tensions between the two groups had drastically subsided. "We fought alongside 'em like four or five times since ya left," he continues, "maybe six? I dunno, I've never been good with countin'."
Once the cheetah confirmed his well-being, Leroy would shift some attention towards him. Best not to overwhelm someone who was yanked off of their feet - he knew this from experience.
Though he did not dwell within the region when the tribe was founded, the mongrel was fully aware that one of the top priorities of the original leader was establishing an amplitude of traps of all sorts. Dotting the town's surrounding land lay snares and nets, yearning for an unfortunate victim to travel too closely within their grasp. Ofttimes, the victim made enough of a ruckus that they were found immediately. The general saw them as genius; not only did hoisting an intruder high up into the air remove a possible threat, but it typically brought a wave of humiliation to the would-be invader. Protection and causing degradation was possibly the best combination to ever exist, and the traps caused both.
The smell of Typhoon around the forest didn't come as a rarity these days. Tanglewood's alliance with the pirates is one of the island's most well-built, and likely one of its' longest lasting. Goldenluxury acted as a phenomenal associate in the past, sharing a similar contempt towards the Pitt as he, and he believed her to be a good friend. As a result of his views to their captain, for all he cared, Typhooners (if that's a good name for them) could come and go as they pleased. A few times, there'd been issues - such as when those damn kids brought their paint and made a fucking Da Vinci piece out of some trees - but for the most part, you could say everything was smooth sailing.
Eugh. Ship pun. That was awful. Whatever.
His folded ears caught the Spanish profanities without any complications. To his knowledge, nobody in Tanglewood spoke that language, so, if the salty stench wasn't telling enough, the canine knew that a pirate was on the premises. And in distress, too. Luckily, numerous Tanglers were on the scene, which he noticed immediately upon arrival. Aurum, Alaric, and, Vigenere. Leroy had not formed any strong opinions about the Cipher's return (mostly due to the fact that his writer didn't get to responding to it yet), but evidently, he needed a recap on current events. The large feline that had dangled above was not an enemy.
"Alaric's correct," he says in a matter-of-factly tone, currently not paying any mind to the foreigner as it appeared that Aurum tended to him at the moment, "the Typhoon are our allies, and it's been that way for quite a long time." Even by the time of Vigenere's departure in late 2018, Leroy was sure that tensions between the two groups had drastically subsided. "We fought alongside 'em like four or five times since ya left," he continues, "maybe six? I dunno, I've never been good with countin'."
Once the cheetah confirmed his well-being, Leroy would shift some attention towards him. Best not to overwhelm someone who was yanked off of their feet - he knew this from experience.