Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
Olalla watched as she padded over to his little fashion show, a small smile curling upon dark lips once more with a chuckle not far behind his joyous parade. "Really? I figured I looked much more like a drenched seal than a rat," the beast remarked. "Big."
He swayed, shifting his weight to the side as he moved to sit on his haunches. The rain was calming when there weren't cracks of lightning splitting open the sky every few moments. So not only would he have to worry about the Nile and the oasis overflowing, he'd also have to worry about the jungle burning to a crisp. Again. Although, it was good; all this rain. Good for the plants, regeneration and all. "Oh you know me," Olalla teased with a light chuckle. "I love sitting in this cold rain, getting colds and sniffles. The usual." He looked to her, raising a brow. "And you? What is the terrifying Kold doing in this horrid weather?"
[member=16195]Kold[/member]
He swayed, shifting his weight to the side as he moved to sit on his haunches. The rain was calming when there weren't cracks of lightning splitting open the sky every few moments. So not only would he have to worry about the Nile and the oasis overflowing, he'd also have to worry about the jungle burning to a crisp. Again. Although, it was good; all this rain. Good for the plants, regeneration and all. "Oh you know me," Olalla teased with a light chuckle. "I love sitting in this cold rain, getting colds and sniffles. The usual." He looked to her, raising a brow. "And you? What is the terrifying Kold doing in this horrid weather?"
[member=16195]Kold[/member]
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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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