05-18-2020, 12:19 PM
AND THEY'LL CARRY YOUR HEART IN THEIR TEETH.
Dead eyes fell upon the newcomer, a medium-sized cat with a hell of a presence. A spindly, yellow creature that slunk over, standing next to the fox. Being the largest creature in this interaction meant little to Dirt at this time, but perhaps in the future, it would mean something a little more than a passing thought. And perhaps that more would have teeth.
He hears the cat scoff, fretting about how The Pitt was no longer holding up to its former glory. Was this a point of contention between the ranks? Perhaps there was a way to twist himself into the politics here.
Foolish of this one to think, however, that he was after glory.
Dirt simply smiles, as polite as a great stinking beast can be. There is room for growth, he thinks to himself, licking his slavering chops, moisture renewed by the taste of hot rabbit's flesh between his teeth.
"Pity." He says simply, with a laugh. With humor, fetid and rotting, oh he is ever genuine, don't you see? "I have no intention of letting my journey be a waste. I am here, and willing to work, so if I am welcome... I would like to stay."
He might as well get a taste of what The Pitt had left to offer, what corpses had been left to the flies in the wake of this...change. He had a penchant, after all, for coveting what even the hungriest vulture wouldn't dare touch.
He hears the cat scoff, fretting about how The Pitt was no longer holding up to its former glory. Was this a point of contention between the ranks? Perhaps there was a way to twist himself into the politics here.
Foolish of this one to think, however, that he was after glory.
Dirt simply smiles, as polite as a great stinking beast can be. There is room for growth, he thinks to himself, licking his slavering chops, moisture renewed by the taste of hot rabbit's flesh between his teeth.
"Pity." He says simply, with a laugh. With humor, fetid and rotting, oh he is ever genuine, don't you see? "I have no intention of letting my journey be a waste. I am here, and willing to work, so if I am welcome... I would like to stay."
He might as well get a taste of what The Pitt had left to offer, what corpses had been left to the flies in the wake of this...change. He had a penchant, after all, for coveting what even the hungriest vulture wouldn't dare touch.
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