06-28-2022, 05:11 AM
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
Olalla didn't mind the rain; he didn't mind the gently tip tip tapping of the droplets hitting the large leaves of the jungle that surrounded the Plaza. However, he hated the wind and cold that was brought forth with rainstorms. Nevertheless, he padded through the Plaza, eyes darting between closing shutters and slamming doors, various members scuttering past him in an attempt to beat the worsening rain.
The beast had secured the coops, closed off the yard, and shut the door to the egg rack. They had proven to be an extra task, but a task necessary. If it meant his people were at least a little more fed, then so be it. Something Vale never really understood, the necessity of these tasks. Of all of this. Though how could vey, with only a single braincell left after the years which was only used for sarcastic comebacks and berating newcomers, Olalla was surprised Vale could even handle being a war criminal let alone Ardent. Although Vale and proven his point that he had made not so long ago. Vale would leave, and vey did. Pity, almost.
Out of the Plaza now, Olalla quickens his pace as lighting cracks open the sky, clouds pouring about like blood from a whip. It was ironic really, this whole thing. Everyone had been wishing for rain, wishing for the heat to die down at least a little; their prayers being answered in full. Now they'd have an overflowing river to deal with, although maybe some oddities would wash up as they normally do. The beast sat at the forest's edge, swiveling his head to look around him before noticing that drenched white fur he had come to grow fond of; though he'd never admit it, not even to himself. A brow raised as he lumbered toward her, teeth parting in a small, subtle smile. "Kold," the beast greeted in a low voice. "You're looking as horrible as ever." Olalla sat below a large, sickle shaped leaf, his head touching the underside of it. The saying wasn't true after all, you really can choose function over fashion! The behemoth lowered his gaze from the Plaza to Kold, eagerness in his gaze.
[member=16195]Kold[/member]
The beast had secured the coops, closed off the yard, and shut the door to the egg rack. They had proven to be an extra task, but a task necessary. If it meant his people were at least a little more fed, then so be it. Something Vale never really understood, the necessity of these tasks. Of all of this. Though how could vey, with only a single braincell left after the years which was only used for sarcastic comebacks and berating newcomers, Olalla was surprised Vale could even handle being a war criminal let alone Ardent. Although Vale and proven his point that he had made not so long ago. Vale would leave, and vey did. Pity, almost.
Out of the Plaza now, Olalla quickens his pace as lighting cracks open the sky, clouds pouring about like blood from a whip. It was ironic really, this whole thing. Everyone had been wishing for rain, wishing for the heat to die down at least a little; their prayers being answered in full. Now they'd have an overflowing river to deal with, although maybe some oddities would wash up as they normally do. The beast sat at the forest's edge, swiveling his head to look around him before noticing that drenched white fur he had come to grow fond of; though he'd never admit it, not even to himself. A brow raised as he lumbered toward her, teeth parting in a small, subtle smile. "Kold," the beast greeted in a low voice. "You're looking as horrible as ever." Olalla sat below a large, sickle shaped leaf, his head touching the underside of it. The saying wasn't true after all, you really can choose function over fashion! The behemoth lowered his gaze from the Plaza to Kold, eagerness in his gaze.
[member=16195]Kold[/member]