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The faerie had a mind to send the vulpine to hell at the mention of the Pitt. A cold sneer flashed on his face, eyes darkening. The Pitt deserved to burn. There was no forgiveness for taking a member of his family. Séamus had gone to great lengths -- infiltration specifically -- to return his daughter to her home. Anyone willingly associated with the clan of slavers deserved a slow and painful death.
"Tch." He refound his passive expression quietly, albiet one accompanied by a frown. So a Pittian desired to conquer the Pitt. How dreadfully dull. It honestly didn't surprise him. Nor did it appeal aside from a potential opportunity of revenge admist possible chaos. He'd rather see them all perish than simply transition to new leadership, however much he promised to change their ways. A pathetic argument for common ambition.
He huffed, shaking his head in exasperation, raising a brow. "Nor will we ever bend the knee," he cautioned. Trust no one. Ever. The pirate rolled his shoulders back, lips thinned. Oh well. Utilizing this fox's ambition for their own gain would be a smart move, all things considered. No risk, no gain and Séamus never trusted anyone anyway. He still worked for his crew dispite that. Mutual benefits and all.
"I see no reason to trust you, nor any to waste an opportunity," he pointed out, inclining his head to both the Pittian and his captain, words for both. Though waying waste to the Pitt is more appealing than "improving" it.
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[align=right]word of mouth there's a snake in the garden — SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁIN ☠
The faerie had a mind to send the vulpine to hell at the mention of the Pitt. A cold sneer flashed on his face, eyes darkening. The Pitt deserved to burn. There was no forgiveness for taking a member of his family. Séamus had gone to great lengths -- infiltration specifically -- to return his daughter to her home. Anyone willingly associated with the clan of slavers deserved a slow and painful death.
"Tch." He refound his passive expression quietly, albiet one accompanied by a frown. So a Pittian desired to conquer the Pitt. How dreadfully dull. It honestly didn't surprise him. Nor did it appeal aside from a potential opportunity of revenge admist possible chaos. He'd rather see them all perish than simply transition to new leadership, however much he promised to change their ways. A pathetic argument for common ambition.
He huffed, shaking his head in exasperation, raising a brow. "Nor will we ever bend the knee," he cautioned. Trust no one. Ever. The pirate rolled his shoulders back, lips thinned. Oh well. Utilizing this fox's ambition for their own gain would be a smart move, all things considered. No risk, no gain and Séamus never trusted anyone anyway. He still worked for his crew dispite that. Mutual benefits and all.
"I see no reason to trust you, nor any to waste an opportunity," he pointed out, inclining his head to both the Pittian and his captain, words for both. Though waying waste to the Pitt is more appealing than "improving" it.
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[align=right]word of mouth there's a snake in the garden — SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁIN ☠
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