01-05-2023, 07:49 PM
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
He felt worse today, worse than he usually did. But that wasn't going to stop him from interacting with his Pittians. Olalla in truth, felt like shit. And he looked like shit.
Waterlily was an interesting character, too eccentric for his taste. Chernabog was more his speed in terms of company, but Pyrrhus was a new face at least to him. Olalla traveled with two, B-lining toward the pale pink, Lynx-like creature. Pyrrhus was by no means an ugly creature and if his heart was not promised to Kold then perhaps it would be to him. But his loyalty laid with her and only her. Pyrrus was an odd thing to comprehend though, an antlered Lynx with a sprinkle of fantasy. Perhaps a thought for another day.
"Hello," Olalla croaked, expression neutral. "I am Olalla, is there anything we can help you with?"
Waterlily was an interesting character, too eccentric for his taste. Chernabog was more his speed in terms of company, but Pyrrhus was a new face at least to him. Olalla traveled with two, B-lining toward the pale pink, Lynx-like creature. Pyrrhus was by no means an ugly creature and if his heart was not promised to Kold then perhaps it would be to him. But his loyalty laid with her and only her. Pyrrus was an odd thing to comprehend though, an antlered Lynx with a sprinkle of fantasy. Perhaps a thought for another day.
"Hello," Olalla croaked, expression neutral. "I am Olalla, is there anything we can help you with?"