Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
Olalla had seen the letter; directions, invite, and all. And at the time, getting there was easy. A fucking desert away, but easy. Passing through the corridor like cave and out towards the mainland, following the roaring fire and playful voices; it wasn't hard to find. However, Olalla felt uneasy to say the least. Out of place, even.
But how could one feel uneasy when you were as beautiful and as big as him, formal attire suiting his rigid figure like skin on bone. The beast was dressed in, what one could only describe as saddle like, leather in colour. with a flowy black cloth underneath him. Attached to the back piece was the spinal structure from the cow Vale hnd brought back with vem to finish the Arch, only the head was needed. He was adorned with shiny trinkets, bones, jewels of all shapes, but his obsidian tooth seemed to be the centerpiece, hanging tightly from his neck. A bejeweled behemoth among rodents, with his swarm following soon after.
Spotting the author of the letter was a tad harder that he figured it would have been, given he had never met the man. But, judging by the nervousness of his demeanor and the exhaustion in his posture, the writer gave himself away. "Ahh, you must be Romulus. A pleasure to make you acquaintance," i hope. Olalla didn't offer a paw to shake, figuring it was best if the host made the first moves. Besides, it would give the beast time to assess him. "I am Olalla, Ardent of The Pitt."
But how could one feel uneasy when you were as beautiful and as big as him, formal attire suiting his rigid figure like skin on bone. The beast was dressed in, what one could only describe as saddle like, leather in colour. with a flowy black cloth underneath him. Attached to the back piece was the spinal structure from the cow Vale hnd brought back with vem to finish the Arch, only the head was needed. He was adorned with shiny trinkets, bones, jewels of all shapes, but his obsidian tooth seemed to be the centerpiece, hanging tightly from his neck. A bejeweled behemoth among rodents, with his swarm following soon after.
Spotting the author of the letter was a tad harder that he figured it would have been, given he had never met the man. But, judging by the nervousness of his demeanor and the exhaustion in his posture, the writer gave himself away. "Ahh, you must be Romulus. A pleasure to make you acquaintance," i hope. Olalla didn't offer a paw to shake, figuring it was best if the host made the first moves. Besides, it would give the beast time to assess him. "I am Olalla, Ardent of The Pitt."
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I demand only this...that you join with me in building a new Rome, a Rome that offers justice, peace and land to all its citizens, not just the privileged few. Support me in this task, and old divisions will be forgotten. Oppose me, and Rome will not forgive you a second time!
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