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Moving everything into the hotel was a smart idea on his part, the new more recent rains would have ruined his work. Moving the extra an unused wood aside Leroy stacked them with his tools, keeping the work in progress in the middle of the small room in the back section on the hotel. Running a hand down the side on the crib to-be it was clearly take shape before his eyes, there was only a few last things todo: sand it down, put in the blanket, an finishing touches to his work.
Sighing the patterened male smiled to himself, he was sure Ayita would like it though thing again he hadn't thought about them. Himself and Ayita that is but then again Leroy hadn't noticed what he had been thinking of her, blinking the thoughts away a small crack of thunder rattled the afternoon sky. "couldn't have done better"
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It was only that same morning that Jacquez Trouillefou met Svara Thames again, his former co-leader and now the lowest member of his kingdom. She could earn his trust again and work her way up the ranks - it was all a game to him, he'd given Firefly a commoner rank as well - and it delighted him to have his two playthings back again. A threatening rumble of thunder growled from the black clouds overhead, and with a huffy sigh, the tall king made a run for it, dashing from the cover of the trees to the open doorway of the abandoned hotel building. Wetness didn't bother him as much as cold did, and this time of year, it would not be a warm rainfall.
Casually, the one-armed man strolled down the hallway, the claws on his footpaws clacking against the hard floors with every step he took. He had never done much exploring in this building, assuming that anything interesting would have been taken already. Instead of the trinkets and treasures he was hoping to sniff out while he waited out the cold rain, he instead caught a whiff of his burly packmate's scent.
In the pack hierarchy, Leroy had risen to equal Haven and Ruri in the royal court, proving himself an invaluable member by hunting and protecting. Now his mind was elsewhere, wasn't it? His ex-mate's return, and his one-night-stand's pregnancy... Tilting his head curiously, Jacquez padded along the corridor, inky-black eyes peering from room to room until he found the back chamber that Leroy had converted into a makeshift workshop. His approach had been far from soundless, so he merely lounged in the doorway, studying the husky's handiwork without bothering to announce his presence. Leroy could amuse him while he waited for the storm to pass, couldn't he? Sometimes things were awkward between the two dominant dogs, but overall they got along fairly well...
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The clap of thunder didn't bother the black and white male, the rain was a women that he loved and hated at the same time. The wet bullets onlt addes to the chill of the wind and coming winter, red orbs glanced out the window before his ears twitsed with silent movements at the small sounds of his company. Ayita wouldn't walk this far, at least he hoped she wouldn't it would ruin the surpise of his work an her getting tired well he didn't really want the puppys to be injuried either.
Leroy turned around after a moment letting his rose eyes linger on the wooden crib, brows were relaxed as his hard face looked at his hybrid friend. Jac was some that oddly calmed him but Leroy wouldn't voice that, hell he wouldn't act the way he does around Ayita infront of anyone else. Simpily because he wont. "How has the king of mutts been these days?" His deep voice was smooth as Leroy's bulking body turned fully away to face his leader, giveing a small delayed nod of respect to the strange friend. Has the news of the pups spread, Leroy knew most of the pack since he tended to most duites when Svara left and Jac went 'sight seeing' unknowing of Svara's actions.
Thinking of Svara made a slight mix of feelings rise in him, anger an fear, anger at her return and that the history they shared. Fear for what he has now, he knows she isn't dumb enough to attack his pups but he still feels the need to watch for it. Blinking the thoughts away for a moment Leroy would go back to patrol when the storm has past, this hotel is his king's castel is it not? "All this rain is going to make winter shitty, though your castel seems strong enough to last." Shaggy hairwas pushed by a clawed hand as his red eyes at Jac's dark ones, the rain was like a neverending song. Maybe the two men should drink..talk or somthing to pass the time.
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ooc: I think it's funny that "Leroy" can be French for "le roi", or The King. :> They are both royalty!
Jacquez licked his lips before replying, an amused gleam shining in his obsidian-black eyes. "Doing quite well, thank you." It had been a good morning - Svara had received the best welcome he could offer her. There was no better way to warm up on a cold day anyway, although the heavy rain sought to dampen his pleasant mood. The tall Optime idly rubbed his empty arm socket, casting a glance at Leroy's latest project. To the uninitiated, the crib looked like a sort of cage - although he did correctly guess what it was intended for. "And you, monsieur Leroy? You are making this for Ayita's litter?" He tilted his head, meeting the husky's crimson eyes. Were they to be mates now, or was Leroy just trying to be nice and help her out? In Jac's mind, Leroy held no responsibility to the unborn children, since their tryst was consensual... If he didn't want to be a father, he didn't have to be. It appeared as though the husky had changed his mind about parenthood, though, if he was constructing furniture for them.
The rain kept a steady cadence outside, drumming against the resolute shingles and spattering on the stone walls. Jacquez snorted a laugh at Leroy's comment, agreeing wholeheartedly. "Perhaps we will all move into the castle once the snow falls," he mused aloud. After all, his living quarters - when he slept at all - were in the Pirata Grotto, the network of caves by the bay. He kept a bonfire going as long as he could, but since the mad king was too lazy to chop his own firewood, he was limited to the driftwood that washed up nearby. He knew most of his packmates had chosen actual houses to dwell in, or had asked carpenter Leroy to help them construct one, but he didn't know how warm the old cabins were. "How bad are the winters here, anyway? Does it get much colder than this?" he inquired sourly, pursing his lips. Jacquez was from the deep south - he despised the cold.
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Thinking for a moment Leroy felt comfortable around the one armed man, of any leader this bi-colored has been under none has had his full respect or one that he even likes. Why he liked the man was almost beyond Leroy but he was sure that if anything, anything, he would be beside Jacquez no matter what. For the first time ever..this is his home that has his full loyalty.
"Good that your fine, this? yea it is, my father made me one when i was just a pup." Looking back at the wooden crib for a moment Leroy grinned lightly before turning back to Jac, there was a medium size couch near the wall with a small bottle of smooth liqure that seemed to be unopen. Leroy might not be a born father but he may not be the worest, the worest being one that may eat their children at birth. "Wouldn't you say I did a pack service, expanding the packs ranks?" Leroy's deep voice was followed with a chuckle.
Still the rain fell on the top of the large hotel as his ears flickered forward, listening to Jac speak his red eyes travaled around the room for a moment as he moved to the couch. "Maybe, this place is big enough for everyone and what would a King be without his castel?" Leroy was sure that Jac would like that, he is a king after all. "Colder?" Pausing for a second Leroy smiled a almost devilish smile at the thought, he was built for the snow and that was what he did enjoy but then again he loved his warm sun. "Yes, it hasn't even snowed yet it is merely fall at the moment."
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Leroy's deep voice rumbled a reply, and Jacquez listened with some genuine interest. The husky knew his father? Of course it seemed obvious that some canines were raised by the parents who had created them, but it did not seem to be the norm in this day and age. The king had no parents whatsoever, or so he believed, since his memory was a blank after his first shift. Ruri's parents had only stuck around long enough to see that their daughter was blind, before they abandoned her. Parenthood was a funny thing -- for some, it meant their entire lives would change. For others, it meant they would never change one bit.
"Have you decided to be like your father, then?" he asked nonchalantly, lounging in the threshold of the chamber. For most it was a weighted question, but again, the collie-dog had no basis of comparison. He was certainly not a father himself, nor had he ever had a semblance of a male role model. He chuckled as his packmate did, responding in kind, "They'll be true pack members all right, the best of both worlds." This would probably be the most comfortable place to live that those pups would ever have, since there were so many hybrids and mongrels to grow up with. Anywhere else they would be viewed as an oddity at the very least.
A king and his castle, indeed. Jac was about to comment, but then Leroy's face lit up at the thought of snow, and Jacquez felt his own spirits sink. He needed a drink. The one-armed man pushed off from the doorway, striding towards the old couch and flouncing atop it. He crossed his legs before him as the creaky springs protested his weight, claws snagging the sealed bottle nearby. It was obviously Leroy's, and perhaps he had been saving it for later, but Jacquez had commandeered it for himself, holding it in one hand and picking at the top with his sharp teeth. "This winter business seems wholly unnecessary," he growled as he caught the cork betwixt his fangs, opening the bottle with an audible 'pop'. "If it's cold enough for the very leaves to fall off of trees, why does winter have to be colder? What is the purpose of snow?" He curled his tail about his lean haunches, tipping his muzzle to the ceiling as he swigged the first gulp of liquor. He was going to have to brew more moonshine if he was to drink his way through the cold Canadian seasons.
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A laughter left his chest at Jac's response, he must not like the cold at all by the look on his face and tone in his voice, Red eyes lingered on the crib for a moment as he pulled his arms behind his head."I guess I will be, though I'm just a big softy under this mean fur." Narrowing his eyes with fake seriousness in his voice, clawed hand poked playfully at his patterned coat to add to his words. Winter is no that bad, the snow is pretty when the wind dies away. Its all white and fore a while time seems to stop, then spring returns." Smiling at his one armed friend Leroy watched him take a drink of the warm drink had with him, maybe winter was evil but the cold was the husky's element. Curly tail wagged behind him in the couch as a digh left him. " Your right you know, they'll have more of a home here more then anywhere. They are the first borns, pure. Cour des Miracles blood when you think about or maybe our own 'royal line'" A chuckle left him as his lids coverd his red eyes for a moment.
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