Posts by LEON,

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Leon...has a lot of respect for someone who would do this. Sure, there's a thought of his that a better attempt could have been made, but he knows some who wouldn't want to step away from power. Or knew. Grappling for authority doesn't always turn out well. Anyway, the wolf, who'd been walking the territory when Helix began speaking, trots over, glancing at Truey, and then Helix. It's a good question, but he thinks Helix will be staying; he didn't say he wasn't. "Thanks for your service." He might have grown inactive, but Tama gave him that position for a reason, and activity or not, he's contributed to the clan. There's no reason not to thank him.

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/Arthur deserves a break

The water's easier to get into, when the heat's along with it; before, when he'd hopped into a stream, it'd been freezing. Leon's lucky he didn't get sick from the cold that followed, and he knows now where to find the warmer waters when the weather's not the greatest for cool creeks. Today, though, is warmer, and the lake's looking appealing. He's not the only one with the same idea, Arthur and Fresh both enjoying the escape, but Fresh is usually in the water anyway. Truey's here too, sitting at the bank; more people will come later, Leon knows, because that's usually how this works. Glancing at the water, he contemplates sliding in and doing a few circuits.

In the end, the canine stretches out on a smooth rock outcropping, jutting out over the lake. He can keep an eye on everyone too, from a slight distance; since he doesn't make the best casual conversationalist, this is a pretty good spot for him to stay. Resting his head on his paws, he inhales, doing his best to relax and enjoy this moment of tranquility for as long as it lasts.

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"I'm surprised Francis isn't here yet." He's not addressing anyone specifically; it's an aloud thought. This would be the deputy's area of expertise. If he took on several dates at once, Leon would not be shocked, with how much he likes his flirting. The wolf himself might not attend the event, though. He'll have to dust off the old charisma, which he's neglected here because nearly each person is bursting with enough friendliness for him to be content taking a back seat. He sighs internally. "The flowers are great," he says unenthusiastically, almost wincing. See, it's better the others are the ones doing the...friendliness. He doesn't want to tread on toes. "Thanks."

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Just going to track, since Leon's a wolf, but I love your art! It's so cute cx

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Hey, don't worry about it, we've all been there! It was great having you and Lewis here ^^

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Sapphire's been struggling. Leon had chosen not to mention anything the last time, to save her from being pressured, but he's not so sure that was the right choice. He could have found her, spoken with her privately; the wolf's no counselor but that doesn't change that he cares. He's not much of a talker but he can listen, and maybe he would have been able to say something useful to her. What could he have said, though? Struggling with attraction is not an issue he's had, and it might be empathy, not sympathy, that she needs. Understanding, not simply caring. Leon knows most people wouldn't willingly go to him for either of those things, seeing as he's not friendly and warm like Tama, or Lucina, or so many other people. He does want to help though.

He just hadn't thought his help would be needed like this. The wolf dashes closer to the familiar, bright feline on the ground, her face circled by red slipping from a wound in her face. She's not alone, a child attempting to help by applying herbs. He wants to check on Sapphire himself, see if she can regain consciousness, but he's no healer. "Keep an eye on her. I'm getting Mary." He doesn't wait for an answer, setting off at a sprint right after, shelving his concern for now because he knows he can't be distracted. It shouldn't be as difficult as it is.

/why you hurt the smol

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click
^ Damaged eye and lacerated cheek

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/oh not mack pls
why

No. They've lost another one. It's less simple this time, for Leon to restrain himself, and his expression, usually carefully neutral, has contorted into something else completely. There's anger in the sharp frown, and concern in the wrinkles around his nose and eyes, and he bites his cheek until it bleeds. Why can he never stop any of this? Why is it he's never here in time, only ever cleaning up the mess? He's failing. He can't do his duty properly and they're paying for it, dragged off to be tortured, and the blood spilled- that's all on his watch. His responsibility, his clan mates, his fault. He locks his jaws, pressing forward, and there's an abandoned cloth on the ground. Leon has a gut feeling about what's on that rag, surrounded by the scent of The Exiles. The wolf hates that scent, loathes it, but he despises the people who carry it even more. "We lost-" His voice breaks off. Goddammit. When he speaks again it's controlled, flat. "The Exiles have Mack."

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This is his...fourth meeting, isn't it? He's been counting to keep track of how long he's been here, but it's almost pointless to continue it now; he already knows he's stayed here longer than he has any other place in the past year. Leon abandons that thought to focus on the first announcements, concerning demotions. None come as a surprise, but it's a shame that they've taken step backs, and that Babyblue appears to have vanished. Wherever she is, he hopes she's safe; she's done more than her fair share of contributions here, and she's shown to be a good person, like all the people here. Most of the people, he amends. She continued on to promotions, addressing the empty spaces left by Blaine and Helix. It's Fresh who's filling Blaine's steps, and Leon knows the kid deserves it. He's young, but the job's oriented around welcoming people, and around social interactions. He's better than Leon is at both of those things.

The wolf inhales when she gives him the rank of Head Combatant. He can't say he's...startled, but it still needs to sink in that she's trusting him with this. He wants to deserve that faith. From the others here, he can hear their congratulations. He can't miss Sapphire's "Fruity Pebbles"; he still doesn't regret saying that, even if it's gotten him a ridiculous nickname. He glances over at Fresh, and he even smiles. Not a big one, but it's a smile, and it's held for a moment before he's focusing his attention again. Zero and Sapphire are promoted, both deserving. They're good kids, both of them, and he hopes Sapphire's doing better after that...incident. She seems glad for it. He doesn't voice his congratulations yet, waiting for Tama to finish, announcing three more promotions.

She mentions their new alliance, and the empty ambassador role that Leon knows he won't fill. Then she discusses behavior- Fenton's behavior. He's not surprised this has happened, honestly. There's the blind dating event, and lowered activity, which he knows he needs to be doing better with himself. He'll make that his goal. "Good work, everyone," he says, once she dismisses them, rising to his paws. Time for work, yeah?

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i'm crying
those are so perfect

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The wolf is quick to trot over, and his expression is flatter than it usually is. He needs to focus, and thinking about the many things that Mack might be subject to is not going to help get him back any faster. They got lucky the last time, finding Jules as easily as they did, even if they hadn't known about him; he's got to be prepared for a heavier fight, though, in case they can't find Mack as easily as Jules. Leon glances over to Tama, knowing she's got to hate sitting out, but they all know that in her condition, she needs to be here. "Are we going to invite any allies along?" He remembers WindClan joining in, and they were definitely helpful. Storm's the one holding this, though, so it's up to him.

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/track for now

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For a while there, they had a great influx of clans informing them of leadership changes. Some of them were the same clan, too, coming back several times, but BlizzardClan remained unaffected by that, as far as he knows. He's going to assume, for now, that the BoneClanner is here with similar news; seems like each time, they brought gifts for them, but who knows, maybe it's just what everyone does, no matter what news they're bringing. The wolf moves to stand beside Tama, gaze on the stranger. Leon doesn't speak, but he does incline his head to the antlered serval.

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Sleeping rough's nothing new to many people. Life's not always pretty, and everyone has their mistakes, their fears, and other things that they regret or have suffered for. He's no philosopher, but it's a balance, isn't it? To know happiness, you know sadness, and knowing wellness is knowing pain. It's just how things are, and sometimes, dealing with that isn't easy, and it means scars that don't fade, bones that haven't set properly, memories that don't heal. But they aren't alone in that, and it's finding a way to get past them that matters, a way that doesn't involve stacking more problems on top of the others. He's seen many people combat memory with alcohol- hell, he's done it himself more than a few times. It's why he knows it's one of the worst coping methods.

These days, he wears himself out. Most of the time, if he's weary enough, he'll sleep easy, except there'd been an exception not too long ago. He's lucky it was only Tama, Storm and Jules who found him. They're more...familiar. That had been a fluke, though. Every night since then has been fine, his rest undisturbed, even if it does take a while for him to exhaust himself enough to sleep. He has learned how to run on fumes, and it's never been inconvenient until it's keeping him from rest as it is now.

He's making his rounds of the territory, the recent captures of BlizzardClanners heavy on his mind. His almost paranoid inspection of the territory still wasn't enough to find them before they were taken. Those thoughts are making it harder to sleep, harder to wear down, and so he's stretching it this time, going at a faster trot that's more of a sprint. He hasn't encountered anyone else, surprisingly, but it's when his paws land in snow that he hears a voice. Leon's tempted to keep moving. Not everything's his business. Still, just in case, the wolf slows, controlling his breaths as he goes to investigate. He recognizes the two people there in the cold, Polarispride and Desmund, who's the one who spoke. Leon doesn't say anything, watching his exhale drift in a puff of white in the frigid air.

He's not the only one who can't sleep, and he didn't think he would be.

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Leon's probably not in the best mood for talking to people. He supposes it's showing, too, his expression sharper than normal, neutrality gone. There's a frown, too, dragging down the corners of his mouth, not enough to be too obvious, but it's austere anyway. Some people might think he's constantly grumpy- he isn't, but he definitely is now, his mood somewhere in the range of pissed off and worried. He knows better than to externalize either of those things, though; he hauls both inward, smoothing everything back into place as he heeds Francis' call for one of those questioning sessions that appear to be pretty popular.

He's not the first one here. Desmund's first, asking for the retriever's name. While the feline -human cat?- does that, he takes it as another opportunity to nail metaphorical boards over the more bothersome thoughts. A hasty patch job, but it'll hold for now, until he finds an outlet. He rolls his shoulder, stalling disguised as stretching, and then finally he decides to go with a question, now that he trusts he's not as openly irritated. "Would you rather be an ugly flirt or an attractive prude?"

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Maybe Strange by Tokio Hotel for Jasper? The song you have for him already is still a great one, though

That's the perfect song for Ted, hahaha
sufficiently creepy

I can think of a few for Francis! There's Bedroom Hymns, by F&TM, and Good For You by Leslie Odom Jr. I don't have a good video for Good For You, but there's audio here.

For Leon, I went with Kick In the Teeth by Papa Roach

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It's the pained sounds that spur Leon into his approach, and in combination with Tama's scent, it kicks his pace up to an even swifter one. With the leader pregnant, and all the recent attacks on their members, his mind's in a frenzy, debating what he needs to expect, who he'll need to fetch, and everything fuels the wolf, who manages to just barely skid to a stop, right before Tama's door. He takes quick stock of the situation, and he knows what's happened but it doesn't sink in completely. The wolf's more visibly affected than he has been in a while, barring the moment of finding Mack's capture. Blue eyes are wide, and his breaths are quick, not because of the run- he can run for far longer without his breath changing so noticeably. His mouth shuts with a quiet snap; Leon didn't even know it'd been gaping. He knew this would happen- that's how pregnancies go, but he's still shaken.

His gaze falls to the small bundles at her belly, then lifts back to Tama. It does that several times, and it's almost comical, how he takes not one, not two, but three glance overs, like he can't believe what he's seeing. She looks happy, radiant, and why shouldn't she be? They're...perfect. That's the word, isn't it? "Tama-" He starts, then aborts that sentence. Leon can't explain why he's so thrown off his axis; there's no reason he should be, except there is. "Do you want me to get Mary?" It's not what he wants to say. He wants to congratulate her, tell her they're perfect and lucky to have her, but his tongue can't carry any of it, struggling with framing it just the right way.

/AWWW I'm so excited !!

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awww Des don't be scared buddy
oh my heart

I'm glad Leon's grown on someone, lmao cx
and thank you for the plot ideas!! I've been meaning to get him into some more development lately, but I'm terrible with them.
wow I never realized that he is a little like Cas hahaha

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"Francis, get him outta here!" He doesn't think he needs to tell the retriever that, but he doesn't focus on that now, knowing Francis and Mack are going to need cover to get out of here. Leon's not the only one who recognizes that, Edge -that is her, isn't it?- going for one of the more prominent opponents, so the wolf turns his attention to a nearby tiger. Leon takes off at a sprint, straight for Blindfold, attempting to slam into the feline's shoulder with his full body. Hopefully he'll knock him off balance, and get him preoccupied with Leon, instead of potentially going after Francis and Mack.

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/congrats on the posts!

Leon knows he's gotten off easy. He's never been debilitated with heavy injuries before, other than one memorable broken leg, but he does know full body aches, and bruising that feels as though it's apart of you permanently. No heavy scarring, though; the scars he does have are small, usually hidden by his thick fur. Yeah, he's lucky, all four limbs intact, tail in one piece, both eyes and ears undamaged; honestly he doesn't know how he's gotten out relatively unscathed with some of the situations he's gotten himself into. Others don't even have to be thrown into danger for their lives to be at risk. Jules, for example, and most of the people here who've ever been taken against their will. BlizzardClan should be safe, but it isn't, and they come back like Mack, missing something either visibly or internally, and Leon self-criticism burns sharper, hotter. He should do better for them, but he's missing the bar. If he weren't, they wouldn't have needed the rescue raids at all.

Some would think he's stupid for blaming himself, but they wouldn't understand that it's what he lives for. He doesn't know how to explain it. He lives for the good people who don't anymore, and he lives to help. There's nothing else for him. With that as his one focus, he should be excelling. Instead he's attached and worried, afraid of whose graves might be dug, and it's getting the better of him.

He's not the only one agitated. The wolf finds Francis during his usual, near-paranoid patrol of the territory, which he's done several times since they returned, just in case. "Francis." He didn't get away so clean, but he's alive, which should be what's important, yet Leon knows it's never that simple. He doesn't let that seep out, though, slamming the lid shut and saying the first thing that isn't somber that comes to mind. "Don't worry, I think your charm's still intact. Besides, some people like scars, don't they?"