12-03-2018, 06:38 PM
Leroy strolled into this meticulous meeting with a foreign tinge of guilt. The mutt was underperforming as of late, not being as ‘guard-sy’ as a guardsman should be. Instead of leading by example, he wallowed in faineancy and fatigue - in fact, it was entirely possible that a certain sickness or something was developing, for his blood ran icy cold in response to this unusual infirmity which he had spontaneously developed. On his off days his heart went tight, his tongue ran dry, and the top of his brawny mug grew warm; on his on days, he’d occasionally mispronounce words, though that was about it. Considering the fact that Leroy never particularly gave a shit about how shoddy his wellbeing was, the male was remarkably concerned. Often he had been teased about being “old”, which he knew very well wasn’t true (if you ask him, ten years is old, not half of that), yet in the wake of this assorted bag of conspicuous symptoms, it kept the topic of aging at the top of his mind.
When Morgan spoke about how excluded some of the joiners felt, for a short-lived moment he’d glance towards his unkempt paws out of guilt, ere resuming his watching eyes towards his leader. So what if some Bobby came along and got sad about being treated unfairly? It isn’t like they’d stay for long, as most people just left Tanglewood mere days after they enrolled; in fact, if one faced such dire circumstances that forced them to align themselves with the swampfolk, then maybe they shouldn’t give a damn. His mind perched not on this any longer as his General spoke of the return of Delilah, whose life had been lost to the hands of some random Rosebloods a while back. To this great news, Leroy shred a nowadays-rare grin. The pink femme was one of the only fuckers around here who didn’t have the slightest ounce of insanity, so she was one to admire for sure. Not to mention that Leroy had ruthlessly severed her very leg from her own torso a whiles back.
"Good job, then," he’d usher harmlessly to Jim, the subject this week’s only promotion. With hope, he’d become the new much needed face of prominence in these parts.
When Morgan spoke about how excluded some of the joiners felt, for a short-lived moment he’d glance towards his unkempt paws out of guilt, ere resuming his watching eyes towards his leader. So what if some Bobby came along and got sad about being treated unfairly? It isn’t like they’d stay for long, as most people just left Tanglewood mere days after they enrolled; in fact, if one faced such dire circumstances that forced them to align themselves with the swampfolk, then maybe they shouldn’t give a damn. His mind perched not on this any longer as his General spoke of the return of Delilah, whose life had been lost to the hands of some random Rosebloods a while back. To this great news, Leroy shred a nowadays-rare grin. The pink femme was one of the only fuckers around here who didn’t have the slightest ounce of insanity, so she was one to admire for sure. Not to mention that Leroy had ruthlessly severed her very leg from her own torso a whiles back.
"Good job, then," he’d usher harmlessly to Jim, the subject this week’s only promotion. With hope, he’d become the new much needed face of prominence in these parts.