04-03-2022, 01:55 AM
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
Olalla had been fiddling with a few branches when Arthur padded up to him. It was odd, having a small child walk up to him like he wasn't leading a group of mass murderers. He looked down at the pale purple kid, a wide smile on the child's face. "Hello Arthur," Olalla said as he set down the branches and sat down onto his haunches.
The kid was barely a year old and he was already causing trouble around the Plaza, running under everyone's paws. Well, those were kids. He wondered how long it would take to find Arthur a welcoming mother figure, if his real mother did not come looking for him; as he hoped. "What have you got there, boy?" Olalla knelt down a bit to get a closer look at the child, with the great size difference and all.
The kid was barely a year old and he was already causing trouble around the Plaza, running under everyone's paws. Well, those were kids. He wondered how long it would take to find Arthur a welcoming mother figure, if his real mother did not come looking for him; as he hoped. "What have you got there, boy?" Olalla knelt down a bit to get a closer look at the child, with the great size difference and all.