falling to pieces - open; ambassador

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — [abbr=DANTE NORTHWEST, THE PITT, PITTIAN, 8 YRS, SINGLE]｡+ﾟ.[/abbr][/glow]

Dante let out a snarl of rage and pain as Elsweyr kicked him, his face quickly going numb from the force of her attack, though he barely had enough time to react to it or the fact she was running back home before he was whisked away by Gael's winds and the Ardent screeching at him.

"I don't want that fucking bitch to touch me anyway." Dante spat, glaring at the leader with his tail lashing against the ground. "This peace treaty shit is bullshit, Gael, and you know it." His gills flared, seemingly a response to his seething anger he was still wanting to let out. Not to mention the fact that he found it hard to breathe with a broken, bleeding nose at the moment. "This allows these other groups to walk all over us, can't you see that? They clearly think we're friends, enough to the point where they're fucking sending Ambassadors." Clearly, the hybrid had no care of the cold front that the group was experiencing and only rather seemed to care for himself and his beliefs.

"You're a fuckin' disgrace to The Pitt to think that we should allow anyone to think we're some pansy-ass flower pickers. That is not the foundation in which this group was found on, or do you not know what we were supposed to be?"[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]