11-22-2018, 01:41 AM
☁ //beats u fuckin niNJA
Pierce knew a surprising amount about human history considering the fact that he was, you know, a cat, but there wasn't much other non-fiction to read for a guy like him, and while he liked to stick with fantasy, there had been a couple nights he spent in his dear old friend's library where he would settle down and look at some interesting historical letters or paintings. Human history wasn't his favorite, though- they were all kind of assholes, when it came down to it, no matter what side of what war they were on. Maybe that was just his feeble understanding of human politics talking, though.
The former Goldenblood had been on his usual little patrol of the territory when he saw Clarence- or, maybe heard was a better word, for the other's shouts had reached him far before he detected the trembling form of the stranger. "Hey, hey, hey," Pierce spoke softly as he neared, hurrying in the direction of Clarence though trying not to run so as to not startle the poor guy any further. He tossed Jerseyboy a look of mild irritation, lips pursed slightly. "Leave the poor guy alone, alright? He's obviously freaked out." Though some very well may try to "act" their way into a clan, Pierce didn't find that very likely, at least with this guy. That, or he was a damn good actor. Either way, while he didn't know Jersey well, he'd known him long enough to know he could be a huge bitch, and he was already kind of growing tired of him, so maybe he just kind of wanted to shut him down. "Just breathe, okay, hun? I- I don't know what the Queen Charlotte is, but I'm Pierce. That's Jersey- sorry about him. Can you tell me what you're trying to find? Maybe we can help."
"speech"
Pierce knew a surprising amount about human history considering the fact that he was, you know, a cat, but there wasn't much other non-fiction to read for a guy like him, and while he liked to stick with fantasy, there had been a couple nights he spent in his dear old friend's library where he would settle down and look at some interesting historical letters or paintings. Human history wasn't his favorite, though- they were all kind of assholes, when it came down to it, no matter what side of what war they were on. Maybe that was just his feeble understanding of human politics talking, though.
The former Goldenblood had been on his usual little patrol of the territory when he saw Clarence- or, maybe heard was a better word, for the other's shouts had reached him far before he detected the trembling form of the stranger. "Hey, hey, hey," Pierce spoke softly as he neared, hurrying in the direction of Clarence though trying not to run so as to not startle the poor guy any further. He tossed Jerseyboy a look of mild irritation, lips pursed slightly. "Leave the poor guy alone, alright? He's obviously freaked out." Though some very well may try to "act" their way into a clan, Pierce didn't find that very likely, at least with this guy. That, or he was a damn good actor. Either way, while he didn't know Jersey well, he'd known him long enough to know he could be a huge bitch, and he was already kind of growing tired of him, so maybe he just kind of wanted to shut him down. "Just breathe, okay, hun? I- I don't know what the Queen Charlotte is, but I'm Pierce. That's Jersey- sorry about him. Can you tell me what you're trying to find? Maybe we can help."
"speech"