03-22-2022, 11:55 PM
I'VE NEVER FEARED THE DRUMS OF WAR
OLALLA — MALE — PITTIAN — ARDENT — PLOT
It was, perhaps, the most obnoxious of creatures that somehow came into power. Bold, and didn't know the meaning of fucking personal space. It was hard for Olalla not to snap at the rotting corpse of an avian, ending that fucking thing right where it stood, or at least one of its lives, if anything. If that's how it worked. Whatever.
"Rhetorical questions exist," he grumbled in a snarkish way. "Really wouldn't expect you to understand that, what with your... rotting corpse of an appearance. Though you do you, babes." What the beast wouldn't give to at least knock them unconscious for some peace and quiet. 5 minutes without ver stench would be heaven on earth.
A sluggish, rotting paw drapes across the rhino sized beast and slick, black goo seeps down the side of his shoulder. Disgusting, literally disgusting. Olalla couldn't help to hide his repulsion of not only the goo, but the goo that it belonged to. Words whispered blankly in his ear, lathered in sass like a steak with A1 sauce in a country club style bar. Olalla thought the words over thoroughly before a threat was made, making his jaw clench tightly. How fucking dare vey, how fucking dare vey come into his pitt and insult him. The Ardent. "All im good for," Olalla repeated with a brisk jerk of his head, "My thriving Pittians say otherwise," he corrected as he sneered his lip. Childish, but necessary. Ish.
If the beast accepted the offer of a dual ownership of the pitt, The Pitt would benefit greatly with two Ardents. Well.. Vale was more than incompetent of maintaining the ardent role, so maybe a general. Possibly an Army General, considering how fuckin chaotic vey were. But... If he accepted would his pittians think he was incompetent himself? So much so he needed someone else? Would they see this as weakness? As a weak link? An opportunity? A message of inept failure? Olalla flicked his ear, silencing the thoughts that hounded and haunted him.
Now the threat. The threat was what made it sketchy, Vale was a wild card, and maybe that was what the pitt needed. Or maybe they needed a steady and a body that stayed put and didn't fucking leave. "Kill me and your not only digging my grave" he growled lowly, barely a whisper. "But the hundreds of lives that live here, survive here, thrive here. And any chance of the thrown. Any chance of a kingdom. What's a king with no army. Kill me and you might as well give The Pitt to The Typhoon as a parting gift of submission."
Olalla knew what thin ice he walked on but fuck the ice. If he was to plunder into the frigid waters, then so be it. No one threatens his life and the lives of his pittians like he was a fucking dog and doesn't get a little slap of reality knocked into them.
"Rhetorical questions exist," he grumbled in a snarkish way. "Really wouldn't expect you to understand that, what with your... rotting corpse of an appearance. Though you do you, babes." What the beast wouldn't give to at least knock them unconscious for some peace and quiet. 5 minutes without ver stench would be heaven on earth.
A sluggish, rotting paw drapes across the rhino sized beast and slick, black goo seeps down the side of his shoulder. Disgusting, literally disgusting. Olalla couldn't help to hide his repulsion of not only the goo, but the goo that it belonged to. Words whispered blankly in his ear, lathered in sass like a steak with A1 sauce in a country club style bar. Olalla thought the words over thoroughly before a threat was made, making his jaw clench tightly. How fucking dare vey, how fucking dare vey come into his pitt and insult him. The Ardent. "All im good for," Olalla repeated with a brisk jerk of his head, "My thriving Pittians say otherwise," he corrected as he sneered his lip. Childish, but necessary. Ish.
If the beast accepted the offer of a dual ownership of the pitt, The Pitt would benefit greatly with two Ardents. Well.. Vale was more than incompetent of maintaining the ardent role, so maybe a general. Possibly an Army General, considering how fuckin chaotic vey were. But... If he accepted would his pittians think he was incompetent himself? So much so he needed someone else? Would they see this as weakness? As a weak link? An opportunity? A message of inept failure? Olalla flicked his ear, silencing the thoughts that hounded and haunted him.
Now the threat. The threat was what made it sketchy, Vale was a wild card, and maybe that was what the pitt needed. Or maybe they needed a steady and a body that stayed put and didn't fucking leave. "Kill me and your not only digging my grave" he growled lowly, barely a whisper. "But the hundreds of lives that live here, survive here, thrive here. And any chance of the thrown. Any chance of a kingdom. What's a king with no army. Kill me and you might as well give The Pitt to The Typhoon as a parting gift of submission."
Olalla knew what thin ice he walked on but fuck the ice. If he was to plunder into the frigid waters, then so be it. No one threatens his life and the lives of his pittians like he was a fucking dog and doesn't get a little slap of reality knocked into them.