NOBODY PRAY FOR ME // pitt ardent

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I WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH
CAUGHT UP IN A RUSH, IT'S KILLING YOU

Ardent Ninazu. The lioness still failed to feel as though that title belonged in front of her name – but Stryker granted her that power when he stepped down, and she started to believe she deserved it. Oh, she’d no doubt that she put in the work and knew how to rule. But there remained a lingering doubt that she failed in some regard; perhaps because of her previous death at the hands of the Rosebloods, maybe because she was the first female leader of the warbound group, or even that she slept in the wrong fucking room of her temple. Irrational and rational reasons slid through her head, but even the most sensible strikes against her started to fall away.

The former medic thought of leading as though each move was a chess game. And she was very good at those stupid little games, but she always hated that they were turn-based. It always gave the opponent – and herself – far too much time to think between moves. So, as she wizened, she deviated away from playing stupid games to raising the stakes. Leadership, now that she grew accustomed to its weight upon her shoulders, was no different than raising the stakes again. And hadn’t she always craved that?

And this was just the latest little move she thought of playing. She stood on the Ascendant’s border, the fire of her mane alight – drawing attention with its light and crackling flames, but that was her intended purpose, of course. Usually, she only came to other group’s territory to fuck with them in some capacity… and today was no different. In fact, she planned on fucking with them in the most vile, disturbing way: by telling them the truth of a horrific crime. This was just the latest of her small tests of setting up her webs.

“Ascendants, I am Ardent Ninazu of the Pitt. I’m here in peace – simply to tell you something that I think you would appreciate knowing,” she spoke, letting her voice cary for any hiding members in the grassland terrain. Her paws were carefully on the correct side of the border, posture relaxed and neutral; she’d no intention of starting a brawl. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t ready to beat the shit out of anyone that attacked her first.

WRITTEN BY AXIOM * TAGS

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