03-09-2019, 01:01 PM
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The Pitt. In truth the little feline was not a very malicious girl, but if there was one group that bore the weight of intense detestation it was the Pitt. As such the petite Privateer frowned as she padded over, wrinkling her nose. She settled beside her father, inclining her head towards where she assumed Jervis' head was, tail flicking. If she did not know better her father was bored. Or perhaps irked. The later made sense.Nonetheless, the smaller Fae perked her ears attentively, pale hues dark. Whatever the matter was, Keona hoped for it be quick and straightforward so she could move on. The only attention the Pitt deserved from her and her kin was hatred.