09-23-2018, 09:53 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 6px; font-family:times new roman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Not many managed to brave the rest of the desert terrain by themselves, and those that did only managed a few miles north of the border before stuttering to a thirsty halt. Much of it was due to the unbearable heat and the endless sand, while on the other hand one would fear the vast unknown without a not-so-friendly partner to guide their way. The fort and the two towers spiraling nearby were the only signs of civilization, the structure's high walls and sharply spiraled outside barriers casting a large - and intimidating - shadow on all that passed by.
Esklav would freely indulge another in his favor for their new camp. It was far more fortified and aesthetically pleasing than the sprawling ruins they had taken shack in under the short rule of Yes Man, and less in the direct glare of the sun. One could creep into the halls of the fortress underground, or take shop up on the highest floor and live under the shade of dusty tents. He himself had made a decent nest behind the throne room, although he was rarely in it - most of his day was spent milling about, attending to duties, and the other half was him religiously studying the eggs he had taken from the temples. With Blacktide no longer showing himself (much to his utter disappointment, of course, as the less he saw his spiritual son the more blunt and unkind he seemed to appear) he had not much else to do other than this, and wait for his moment to strike.
He was out today, and although he could not feel the heat due to his condition, he could detect a certain residue chafing the area below his roughly grown mane. The leopon would begin to approach The Pitt's camp before seeing another life form in the distance, and immediately rerouted to confront the foreigner instead. The audacity of the individual to so brazenly enter the territory (and with so little plight, too) was nothing less than insulting, and his usually soft accented tone took a harder edge onto it as he began to speak. "Halt." he commanded, unwavering. "You'll not take a step further until you spill your reason for intruding on The Pitt's territory. It would have been much wiser to wait at the border."
Esklav would freely indulge another in his favor for their new camp. It was far more fortified and aesthetically pleasing than the sprawling ruins they had taken shack in under the short rule of Yes Man, and less in the direct glare of the sun. One could creep into the halls of the fortress underground, or take shop up on the highest floor and live under the shade of dusty tents. He himself had made a decent nest behind the throne room, although he was rarely in it - most of his day was spent milling about, attending to duties, and the other half was him religiously studying the eggs he had taken from the temples. With Blacktide no longer showing himself (much to his utter disappointment, of course, as the less he saw his spiritual son the more blunt and unkind he seemed to appear) he had not much else to do other than this, and wait for his moment to strike.
He was out today, and although he could not feel the heat due to his condition, he could detect a certain residue chafing the area below his roughly grown mane. The leopon would begin to approach The Pitt's camp before seeing another life form in the distance, and immediately rerouted to confront the foreigner instead. The audacity of the individual to so brazenly enter the territory (and with so little plight, too) was nothing less than insulting, and his usually soft accented tone took a harder edge onto it as he began to speak. "Halt." he commanded, unwavering. "You'll not take a step further until you spill your reason for intruding on The Pitt's territory. It would have been much wiser to wait at the border."