that doesn't mean nothing - [INVITE]

[Romulus]

Romulus did not have the time to entertain going anywhere with Tanglewood's own on his territory and two fools in need of punishment, especially seeing that one was an ambassador. Left without any viable face-to-face options, the kingpin settled on a note. After coaxing a few eagles on the territory, he latched a letter around their ankles and let them loose to their destination.

Reaching the desert's edge, the bird let out a caw and shook out their leg to the first animal to arrive. Without protest, they would let them take hold of the message. Once opened, the scroll read:

'The Pitt,

You are cordially invited to attend our merger event between the Spring Equinox and May's end. This event highlights our beautiful scenery and greenery, along with the end of the season. Should you accept, take the Jaws of the Serpent cave to the mainland and head inwards to the middle. There will be a bonfire, food, and gifts for your loved ones during this time. I dearly hope you attend.

Regards,
Romulus Malus
Kingpin

P.S. If Jormungand is still alive, he has been exiled and is not invited. We hope you can respect this request.'

[ Event here!  Anyone has permission to powerplay the eagle, but Romulus would enjoy if they returned, haha. ]

[Kold]

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YOU SHOULD HAVE LEARNED BY NOW - I'LL BURN THIS WHOLE WORLD DOWN!

The wolf-rottweiler let out a snort as she read the letter, brow furrowing. Looking down at the eagle, she looked back at the scroll and sighed. "At the very least, Boy needs to get out a bit. That, and you need to be returned home." She rumbled, but turned to face the desert inside the Pitt's territory. "I don't care what Olalla says. I've never seen the Coalition's mainland."

Kold Darcia Ní Broin - Pitt - Marauder

[sup]© tikki[/sup]

[Olalla]

Olalla G. Semenov

Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot

He padded up towards the canine, oblivious to the kitten with her and pushed her aside; paws grasping the letter firmly. "Right," Olalla stated as he closed it, tapping it against his forehead as he thought. "We're going, Jor and Vale don't mind each other's company, after all."

low muse//

#psychosocial.