03-23-2022, 01:01 AM
I'VE NEVER FEARED THE DRUMS OF WAR
OLALLA — MALE — PITTIAN — ARDENT — PLOT
Olalla sat within a clearing within the jungle, the smell of wet leaves, mud, rainwater, and the gentle kiss of mist that fell from the leaves with an occasional wind was calming to the beast, why wouldn't it be. In through the nose, the beast inhaled slowly as he rested his body within the clouded clearing. Out through the mouth. Calm, as all things should be. As all he wished to be. Calm.
In all truthiness, the beats had met Bonnie only once beforehand, and unsurprisingly had shown her the same treatment he had shown the others. Neutrality. While some may have taken it as a kindness, a hospitality, others had taken it as a cruelty, a hostility. Olalla gave 0 fucks, your here, you're under my rule, deal with it or get the fuck out.
Vale had made that extremely hard. To keep neutrality amongst meeting members, and while they were two different minds, and two different intelligence levels, they needed to learn how to act as one mind. One host. At least in the times of need. Olalla pondered his acceptance though to Vale's offer, and wondered if he had done the right thing, though one could never be sure with Vale.
A voice broke his thoughts, though the beast stayed still with his eyes closed, enigmatic in his demeanor. Bonnie. "Hm," Olalla mumbled, turning his head slightly to the side in acknowledgment of Bonnie and her request. How small she was, how fragile. How easily detainable, easily contorted. Breakable. Like a rose within the howling winds of winter. Misplaced. A puzzle. The beasts eyes opened into slits as he watched the wolf from his peripheral vision. " Jormungand," Olalla coaxed with furrowed brows now. " Oh what does that sharp tongued beast want now." he rattled on as he stood up, shaking off dust and forest floor debris.
After a few long strides, and a few yawns later, the rhino sized hybrid was bet with not one, but two felidae and a meek wolf who barely spoke above a whisper to him. Poor girl. He gave a sharp laugh. "We all follow our own rules," he repeated with a scoff. "Without a working, knitted community, melancholy is inevitable as a king is nothing without an army. We help each other when and where its needed, not when we want to, boy. The message of salvation alone makes converts, but the message of the Kingdom is meant to make disciples. Disciples of professors or posessors are purely up to the mind." Olalla eyed the bulky, experienced beast before him. Fair weighted and an avian.. familiar? Didn't matter, didn't care. "I am Olalla," he announced as he swayed his thin tail. "Head of the Chrysos house and lead Ardent of The Pitt. I understand you have business with us. Bonnie tells me you'd like to join." Enough with the fancy fuckin intro, your nothing more than a beggarly ass that plays dressup all day. Olalla stood tall, his brows furrowed as he bore down at the horned cat. Neutrality, striving for it at this point. Cats. It was always cats. "Fortunately, we are accepting new members, as [member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member] and [member=23323]bonnie[/member] have explained at this point."
In all truthiness, the beats had met Bonnie only once beforehand, and unsurprisingly had shown her the same treatment he had shown the others. Neutrality. While some may have taken it as a kindness, a hospitality, others had taken it as a cruelty, a hostility. Olalla gave 0 fucks, your here, you're under my rule, deal with it or get the fuck out.
Vale had made that extremely hard. To keep neutrality amongst meeting members, and while they were two different minds, and two different intelligence levels, they needed to learn how to act as one mind. One host. At least in the times of need. Olalla pondered his acceptance though to Vale's offer, and wondered if he had done the right thing, though one could never be sure with Vale.
A voice broke his thoughts, though the beast stayed still with his eyes closed, enigmatic in his demeanor. Bonnie. "Hm," Olalla mumbled, turning his head slightly to the side in acknowledgment of Bonnie and her request. How small she was, how fragile. How easily detainable, easily contorted. Breakable. Like a rose within the howling winds of winter. Misplaced. A puzzle. The beasts eyes opened into slits as he watched the wolf from his peripheral vision. " Jormungand," Olalla coaxed with furrowed brows now. " Oh what does that sharp tongued beast want now." he rattled on as he stood up, shaking off dust and forest floor debris.
After a few long strides, and a few yawns later, the rhino sized hybrid was bet with not one, but two felidae and a meek wolf who barely spoke above a whisper to him. Poor girl. He gave a sharp laugh. "We all follow our own rules," he repeated with a scoff. "Without a working, knitted community, melancholy is inevitable as a king is nothing without an army. We help each other when and where its needed, not when we want to, boy. The message of salvation alone makes converts, but the message of the Kingdom is meant to make disciples. Disciples of professors or posessors are purely up to the mind." Olalla eyed the bulky, experienced beast before him. Fair weighted and an avian.. familiar? Didn't matter, didn't care. "I am Olalla," he announced as he swayed his thin tail. "Head of the Chrysos house and lead Ardent of The Pitt. I understand you have business with us. Bonnie tells me you'd like to join." Enough with the fancy fuckin intro, your nothing more than a beggarly ass that plays dressup all day. Olalla stood tall, his brows furrowed as he bore down at the horned cat. Neutrality, striving for it at this point. Cats. It was always cats. "Fortunately, we are accepting new members, as [member=18043]JORMUNGAND[/member] and [member=23323]bonnie[/member] have explained at this point."