lately Leroy has been more and more grumpy then usually, more so when he got the injury that has mauled the sight in his left eye. A loud snort rumbled his large black and white chest, he doesn't reget the wound but it is a annoyness and takeing a small night trip from the packlands sounds woudnerful. Running a hand in his now thick head of hair Leroy pushed his brows together, Ayita was with both Kable and Amaranth so he wasn't worried but he felt like he just needed to relaxe. Sleep, oh god did sleep sound ever so good!
Shutting the door behind him with a lazy motion the brute didn't care that it was not shut all the way, turning his red eyes on the dark room before him a sigh escaped his lungs in almost a pleaseing way. Curly tail was still and limp behind his form as he lit the fire that casted a dim light into the windowless room of the building, the warmth and small crackleing of the fire made Leroy almost forget the down pour outside. Moving around the room Leroy pulled a box back to the couch's side, clawed hands moved through the mass of paper that covered the top to pull out a dark colored bottel. 'Its here, the bottles i put away is untouched!'
Leroy smiled as he pulled the bottle closer to his face, looking at the old writting that he couldn't read but at the deep red liquid inside. The couch itself had several large pillows that covered it making it almost is one small bed, though it looked soft from afar and was so when one laid on it. Leroy left eye made him frown again. The mess of scabs covered all around it in a distrubing color of black to red, he keeps his eye closed often to reframe from the wound reopening though that still doesn't take away the pain. With a snort leroy ripped out the cork of the bottle before takeing a very long drink that made him almost hiss when he breathed. The taste was so sweet that it burned at first but the hot burning settled in his gut and the cold air came right in after add fuel to that fire. Within no time that bottle was at its bottom sitting on the floor next to the couch, getting up Leroy stood still more a moment before walking very carefully and slightly wobbly to add alittle paper and wood to the fire that makes the room glow as well his patterned self.
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