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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

Gael felt furious -- more so than he had been in some time.  When Elsweyr made a break for it, the vulpine took the opportunity and attempted to slam [member=1391]DANTE NORTHWEST.[/member] into the ground with a harsh gust of wind, without a shred of mercy for the hybrid's injuries.  Dealing with the diplomatic consequences would take time, but he could deal with the insubordination immediately.

"Northwest," he snarled, eyes narrowed into fierce daggers.  "This is the only warning you will receive.  One more act of disobedience and I will exile you."

"Do you truly believe we have the supplies to manage a direct conflict right now?  You are an arrogant fool; one I will not have Aine waste precious supplies on -- or have you forgotten about the cold front entirely?" The vulpine knew the hybrid got stoned often, but he did not believe he was incapable of basic reason.  Disappointing.

"I have half a mind to drag you to Tanglewood and allow them to deal with you however they see fit," he seethed.  Indeed, he would not be surprised if such a notion came up should he go and speak with the swamp-dwellers.  Since they care so much about 'righteous justice'.

"You will tend to your own injuries.  That is an order to you as well Aine; I will not have you help him.  Since he started this, he can suffer the consequences."  The Ardent left no room for negation; tone cold cut and final. "You will hunt for your own meals as well; to better remind you why now is not the time to start idiotic fights."

"Either you learn to mind your tongue and your place, or I will not have our clanmates suffer the price for your arrogance.  Is that understood?"

BUT I PROMISE YOU I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ♛  gael ó broin / faerie / ardent

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Dante let out a snarl of rage and pain as Elsweyr kicked him, his face quickly going numb from the force of her attack, though he barely had enough time to react to it or the fact she was running back home before he was whisked away by Gael's winds and the Ardent screeching at him.

"I don't want that fucking bitch to touch me anyway." Dante spat, glaring at the leader with his tail lashing against the ground. "This peace treaty shit is bullshit, Gael, and you know it." His gills flared, seemingly a response to his seething anger he was still wanting to let out. Not to mention the fact that he found it hard to breathe with a broken, bleeding nose at the moment. "This allows these other groups to walk all over us, can't you see that? They clearly think we're friends, enough to the point where they're fucking sending Ambassadors." Clearly, the hybrid had no care of the cold front that the group was experiencing and only rather seemed to care for himself and his beliefs.

"You're a fuckin' disgrace to The Pitt to think that we should allow anyone to think we're some pansy-ass flower pickers. That is not the foundation in which this group was found on, or do you not know what we were supposed to be?"[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[Kold]

I had a dream, I got everything I wanted.
But when I wake up, I see, You with Me.

Hardly anyone thought before acting now, it seemed. Heat surged within the girl and she turned to face her father, watching in silent and hidden awe at his anger. In the end, she felt the same. Dante's words only fueled the anger within her.

"Mindless and self-centered, what else could be expected." She sighed, very clearly holding the urge to tear into Dante back. "If you haven't already noticed, our supplies are low enough as it is. We are being smart, unlike you." She simply side-stepped away from Dante, voice unwavering and level.

"If you don't like the way we run things, leave and make your own bloodthirsty group." She looked over her shoulder and then looked away as she walked from the three.

-out-

— Reggan

[aine.]

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AINE NÍ BROIN
FLESHWEAVER
FAE DRUID
INFORMATION

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Frustration.  Irritaiton.  The petite deer-fox had enough of foolish behavior.  Slamming her hooves down into the sand.  Indifferent to his insult against her.  Simply enraged by the prospect that he thought it'd be fine to push for violence when they barely had the food and herbs to manage in the present. "Shut the fuck up, Dante."

"Da's right.  We can't handle a fight right now.  Or-or would you have everyone here die from injures I won't be able to keep up with?" Thoughtless.  Inconsiderate.  Arrogant fool.  "How-how about you show some loyalty?  'an think about the lives of everyone else."

"You-you're a selfish connard.  We've moved on, Dante."  No good in reckless violence all the time.  Look where that got the old Pittians.  Where it got Jervis.  Burned at the stake.  "If-if you don't care about your own clanmates, then we should just hand you over to Tanglewood, or exile you."

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© MADI

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

"I can't control the fuckin' weather, it's not my damn fault that we're in a cold front." Dante shot back, his words directed towards Aine despite him watching Kold leave. "And it ain't my damn fault that you're such a terrible medic that you can't keep up with injuries. Do you really think I give a damn here if anyone dies on your paws?" A harsh fact, but this was a true statement. Every man for himself, that's how he lived, and that's how he was going to continue to live until someone proved him otherwise.

Vale had been able to prove xemselves to him, so it was proof that it could happen. Of course, Vale was just about as reckless as he was. "I ain't the one claiming to be some healer, it doesn't matter to me if someone lives or someone dies. I'm tired of us being walked the fuck over."[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]

[gael]

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♛ | GAEL Ó BROIN

"Enough."  Perhaps Dante had no concept of digging one's own grave -- ire only increasing by the second.  Perhaps I will throw you to Tanglewood to do with as they please.

"I will tell you what the Pitt stands on, Northwest -- loyalty.  Learn to show some, or never receive it in turn." The faerie tilted his chin; indifferent to insults or the like.  He would not waste his time on the opinion of someone who clearly possessed little sense -- who would rather blame the healer over the obvious circumstances or live in the past of a reckless Pitt.  Gael had a clan to lead and protect.

"You want a display of no mercy, Northwest?  You will receive none, for a lack of loyalty to the Pitt -- your clanmates have no cause to fight with you, when you do not care about them."

"Kold is correct.  Now you returned here after time apart, which means you have some sense of home to this place, but if you do not intend to be a member of the Pitt, then you are no better than a freeloader and will be dismissed.  One way or the other."

"Now, I believe I have made myself crystal clear," he concluded icily.  "And there is still work to be done today; come, Aine.  He can make his decision."

BUT I PROMISE YOU I'LL KEEP YOU SAFE ♛  gael ó broin / faerie / ardent

[DANTE NORTHWEST.]

[glow=white,1,400]WHAT PART OF LIVING SAYS YOU GOTTA DIE ? — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

"Lack of loyalty?" Dante echoed in disbelief, almost seemingly offended by the Ardent's words. "If I were unloyal as you say, I would've never came back in the first place." It was true, he did have a home here, one he didn't very often admit. But in this case, he was appalled to thing that Gael believed that he was not loyal to The Pitt - although, sure, to a certain extent, he supposed it was true. He was not loyal to this Pitt, one who clearly was far from the beliefs Yes Man originally held. A shame.

Clearly, this conversation was going nowhere and Gael obviously was ready to end it. Good. Cause he was getting a fucking headache (although that was probably the side effect of him literally headbutting someone) and so, once Gael concluded his message, the hybrid rose shakily to his paws, stumbling off back towards his den. There was more he wanted to say, sure, but fuck he needed some alcohol or weed to cool him off.

//out unless someone stops him!![glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]