I'VE NEVER FEARED THE DRUMS OF WAR
OLALLA — MALE — PITTIAN — ARDENT — PLOT
As Vale closed in near his face, the beast wanted nothing more than to spit right in the skinless, ugly face of the creature that slunk before him. Prideless, that's how Olalla would describe Vale. Prideless with the lack of animality. The perfect elixir for a dumbass, not to mention no brain.
Working with such a vile creature was annoying, but it wasn't this vileness that the beast found irritating, it was Vales stubbornness. And in truth, this was a good quality to have, however when it came to things like taking care of others and making sure needs are met, stubbornness was far from appropriate or upright. Olalla sighed, looking now at the goopy, skinless face of the fallen Ardent in more than just life, given the decay, and shook his head as he gently (not really) pushed Vale off of him with flared nostrils.
"Fine," black lips parted in a growl as he spoke, furrowing his brows harshly. "You and i may work together." As much as it pained him to say it, Olalla could agree that two leaders were better than one.
Working with such a vile creature was annoying, but it wasn't this vileness that the beast found irritating, it was Vales stubbornness. And in truth, this was a good quality to have, however when it came to things like taking care of others and making sure needs are met, stubbornness was far from appropriate or upright. Olalla sighed, looking now at the goopy, skinless face of the fallen Ardent in more than just life, given the decay, and shook his head as he gently (not really) pushed Vale off of him with flared nostrils.
"Fine," black lips parted in a growl as he spoke, furrowing his brows harshly. "You and i may work together." As much as it pained him to say it, Olalla could agree that two leaders were better than one.