08-20-2018, 01:06 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 9px; font-family:timesnewroman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Esklav truthfully did not see the point of disputing over a few stolen pieces of prey. It was gone, and replaceable besides; would it trouble them to double their patrols and hunt in the mean time to avoid another area of conflict? Food held no substantial meaning besides being something to eat. As for the bodies... well. Unneeded, but it wasn't as if he cared. A few more thuggish lives gone mattered little to him. He did not share the same regard for death as the others did, which scarcely confused him, for as intelligent as these animals were they always had been held back by their empathy and would continue to be. Advancing civilization further was not an option to them when they had mutations, powers, and morals holding them back.
They did not like him. Understandable. He was not willing to settle the matter based on The Pitt's core principles, and his lack of empathy for their situation was disturbing.
The strange one left with a threat on his tongue, and Esklav found that bemusing. Must the creature provoke a group who already knew the weak spots in their territory? The stupidity was unexpected, but not unwelcome. So be it. His smile faded and was abruptly replaced with a neutral look, a flicker of irritation itching up his spine. It made no matter. They would go on another day without fearing for the state of their thriving organization ― it was these unknowables who ought to watch themselves, if they did not want to risk the wrath of The Pitt.
For all his pacifism, Esklav was not scared of getting his hands dirty. He was petty like that.
"Food is food, and we have plenty. The culprit will remain unpunished. He was completing a job, as is what all members of The Pitt must do lest they risk the wrath of those higher than them." the words flowed freely before Esklav could fully comprehend what he was saying. The expected route was to put his head down and wait for further instruction by the Ardent ― yet he was here, doing otherwise. He did not expect that. A heavy feeling set in his limbs, fuzzy and foreign, and his eyes fluttered. He shook his head, dismissing the sensations. Focus.
"If I up the security I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy finding the heads of those you care about perched on the border."
Funny. If only the dame realized that he essentially did not mind the threat, because he did not feel responsibility over those in The Pitt. He had climbed high in his short time here, yes, but if they were all to die suddenly he would not bat an eye. Most of them treated him as an object to use and dismantle any way. He certainly did not appreciate the constant guarding by Melantha, either, even if it was her job. It implied a fragility he did not possess.
With it over, Esklav abruptly left.
They did not like him. Understandable. He was not willing to settle the matter based on The Pitt's core principles, and his lack of empathy for their situation was disturbing.
The strange one left with a threat on his tongue, and Esklav found that bemusing. Must the creature provoke a group who already knew the weak spots in their territory? The stupidity was unexpected, but not unwelcome. So be it. His smile faded and was abruptly replaced with a neutral look, a flicker of irritation itching up his spine. It made no matter. They would go on another day without fearing for the state of their thriving organization ― it was these unknowables who ought to watch themselves, if they did not want to risk the wrath of The Pitt.
For all his pacifism, Esklav was not scared of getting his hands dirty. He was petty like that.
"Food is food, and we have plenty. The culprit will remain unpunished. He was completing a job, as is what all members of The Pitt must do lest they risk the wrath of those higher than them." the words flowed freely before Esklav could fully comprehend what he was saying. The expected route was to put his head down and wait for further instruction by the Ardent ― yet he was here, doing otherwise. He did not expect that. A heavy feeling set in his limbs, fuzzy and foreign, and his eyes fluttered. He shook his head, dismissing the sensations. Focus.
"If I up the security I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy finding the heads of those you care about perched on the border."
Funny. If only the dame realized that he essentially did not mind the threat, because he did not feel responsibility over those in The Pitt. He had climbed high in his short time here, yes, but if they were all to die suddenly he would not bat an eye. Most of them treated him as an object to use and dismantle any way. He certainly did not appreciate the constant guarding by Melantha, either, even if it was her job. It implied a fragility he did not possess.
With it over, Esklav abruptly left.