04-10-2023, 03:41 PM
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
The hot days were spent in doors, his sickly frame growing thin and his joints achy. But he'd never admit he was sick, not to Night of No Starts, not to Aegon, and especially not to Kold. Oh how he missed her, in all her glaring glory. While his mind remained on Kold, he spoke with certainty and quivering poise as he reached the two felines.
"I appreciate you doing this, Night," Olalla called as he sat back onto his haunches with a low groan. "It'll help us in the long run." The beast had never spoken to Bakari, this cheetah was a new face to him. A face he did not care to know; you see one feline you've seen 'em all. He cleared his throat lightly and nodded his head in greeting to the spotted, slender, stick of a cat.
"I appreciate you doing this, Night," Olalla called as he sat back onto his haunches with a low groan. "It'll help us in the long run." The beast had never spoken to Bakari, this cheetah was a new face to him. A face he did not care to know; you see one feline you've seen 'em all. He cleared his throat lightly and nodded his head in greeting to the spotted, slender, stick of a cat.
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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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