12-09-2020, 12:19 AM
The lion merely shrugged at Dominoeffect's reply. He hadn't really explored the desert, so their territory was novel to him and The Pitt held history. At the very least, he was being polite. The stranger's eyes diverted to the ground as the feline raised his paw to shake off the sand, offering a furrowed brow in response. When he was finished, blue hues shifted back up towards the Pittian. "The Coalition of the Condemned is quite warm," Romulus enthused. "I'm sure I could handle the desert for a few." A cocky smile appeared onto his maw. What was the difference between the sand of the beach, compared to the sand of the desert anyways? You know... Besides the technicalities, of course.
With a satisfied hum, the snorted. He couldn't help but be amused by this small creature. What an attitude. Somewhat helpful, yet so vulgar. "'Shitass directions,' indeed," he reminisced. Stryker may be intelligent, but his confident monologuing filled with metaphors could lead to some confusion. Nevertheless, the wanderer admired his father. One mistake wouldn't put him off from attending to his needs anytime soon.
A firm nod graced his figure. The pleasure was his, especially since he encountered such an endearing place. No wonder his father was apart of The Pitt many years ago. "I surely would enjoy the company if you wouldn't mind leading me there," the lion responded. His paw gestured outwards, hoping the feline would lead the way. "The neutral lands is nice, but sometimes the wandering loners can be quite... intriguing." He didn't want to say strange. That would be quite rude and closed-minded of him, especially given that he was wandering through their lands as a traveler too.
"Let's go, shall we, Dom?" He wasn't quite sure if the name would stick, but for now, he tried to remain playful to show his gratefulness. With a wisp of his tail, the lion raised from the floor and onto his paws, ready to traverse forward.
With a satisfied hum, the snorted. He couldn't help but be amused by this small creature. What an attitude. Somewhat helpful, yet so vulgar. "'Shitass directions,' indeed," he reminisced. Stryker may be intelligent, but his confident monologuing filled with metaphors could lead to some confusion. Nevertheless, the wanderer admired his father. One mistake wouldn't put him off from attending to his needs anytime soon.
A firm nod graced his figure. The pleasure was his, especially since he encountered such an endearing place. No wonder his father was apart of The Pitt many years ago. "I surely would enjoy the company if you wouldn't mind leading me there," the lion responded. His paw gestured outwards, hoping the feline would lead the way. "The neutral lands is nice, but sometimes the wandering loners can be quite... intriguing." He didn't want to say strange. That would be quite rude and closed-minded of him, especially given that he was wandering through their lands as a traveler too.
"Let's go, shall we, Dom?" He wasn't quite sure if the name would stick, but for now, he tried to remain playful to show his gratefulness. With a wisp of his tail, the lion raised from the floor and onto his paws, ready to traverse forward.