05-04-2020, 08:24 PM
Leroy was not a fucking chicken. He knew that from the very moment the earth had been graced with his presence. Chickens were cowards, fools who went buck-ock before waddling away in a manner that mirrored a dipsomaniac's. And a coward the canine was not. Atticus Roux wished to challenge that, and it came as a challenge that Leroy would eagerly accept. Pushing himself away from the table he'd previously sat at, the wolfhound sauntered towards the youngling's location. Age was not a factor that deterred the general; he'd win the game via any means necessary.
Aurum made the first move, coercing Leroy to simply sit and watch. "I'll play as well," he declares, before indignantly uttering "chicken."
Aurum made the first move, coercing Leroy to simply sit and watch. "I'll play as well," he declares, before indignantly uttering "chicken."