01-08-2023, 12:26 AM
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
Seeing Waterlily go made Olalla feel a bit guilty, had what he said hurt her feelings? He wasn't trying to come off as rude, if that is what it was perceived as. But then again, he wasn't about to sit here and comfort an adult for getting upset over a lighthearted joke.
"In truth, our medic is... A bit spacey." He huffed, recalling the few times that Leon was present in a medical situation; the few times that involved Kold, and one of the Dead's. It was either LivingDead or AlwaysDead who had a litter recently but with they're names being so similar he didn't bother to tell them apart. As inconsiderate as it was.
And then Jormungand came. The infamous. In the time that Olalla had usurped the throne, Jor had grown distant from him; having not been the friendly face that the beast had come to favor in the sea of faces among the sand. This concerned him, and his son was no different. But Olalla had no real reason to keep himself from Jor and tried not to, but... The brute's body didn't move as he was nudged, having been almost 3 times bigger than the panther. "As gruesome as the question is," Olalla began, clearing his throat as he nodded his head in agreement. "Jormungand does have a point. War, raiding, pillaging and what not - are very much apart of the Pittian culture. If you are squeemish, this is not the place for you."
"In truth, our medic is... A bit spacey." He huffed, recalling the few times that Leon was present in a medical situation; the few times that involved Kold, and one of the Dead's. It was either LivingDead or AlwaysDead who had a litter recently but with they're names being so similar he didn't bother to tell them apart. As inconsiderate as it was.
And then Jormungand came. The infamous. In the time that Olalla had usurped the throne, Jor had grown distant from him; having not been the friendly face that the beast had come to favor in the sea of faces among the sand. This concerned him, and his son was no different. But Olalla had no real reason to keep himself from Jor and tried not to, but... The brute's body didn't move as he was nudged, having been almost 3 times bigger than the panther. "As gruesome as the question is," Olalla began, clearing his throat as he nodded his head in agreement. "Jormungand does have a point. War, raiding, pillaging and what not - are very much apart of the Pittian culture. If you are squeemish, this is not the place for you."
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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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