07-07-2019, 09:07 AM
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the simple command rolled around lazily within the rather blank mind of the nephilim child before they finally began to take meaning. oh.. that meant stella too. well, she supposed that meant herself as well. it hard for the feline to see herself as anything but a mildly anxious tourist rather than a cold-blooded pittian who relishes in warfare. if that was the prerequisites for being a true pittian of course. stella didn't quite think so - even if the child thought quite lowly of the pitt's way of life - she had to admit not every single one of the members here was a knucklehead with an unquenchable thirst for blood. some just liked it here? there were a few strange faces that came to mind when stella lamented on benevolent pittians; a rather short list that did not include the leader's familiar mug, or the one he held beneath him as a clear display of gross power. the latter simply not included merely because stella had never actually seen the boy before. who was he?
curiously drawn to the command bellowed out by the vulpine leader, lavender eyes gazed up to the sight of of the unfamiliar hellhound all bound up in a rather odd position. it was a spectacle to behold truly... but not entirely in stella's taste. or anyone with half a heart's taste either really.
"oh my lord.." muttering under her breath too quiet for anyone but herself to make out the words, stella kept her gaze trained on the white hellhound and the vulpine leader interchangeably. well, this was truly the pitt in which stella had anticipated. but to be here - commanded by the leader to watch as he toyed with an existence other than his own for his primitive amusement- it was not like any fantasy stella could have imagined.
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the simple command rolled around lazily within the rather blank mind of the nephilim child before they finally began to take meaning. oh.. that meant stella too. well, she supposed that meant herself as well. it hard for the feline to see herself as anything but a mildly anxious tourist rather than a cold-blooded pittian who relishes in warfare. if that was the prerequisites for being a true pittian of course. stella didn't quite think so - even if the child thought quite lowly of the pitt's way of life - she had to admit not every single one of the members here was a knucklehead with an unquenchable thirst for blood. some just liked it here? there were a few strange faces that came to mind when stella lamented on benevolent pittians; a rather short list that did not include the leader's familiar mug, or the one he held beneath him as a clear display of gross power. the latter simply not included merely because stella had never actually seen the boy before. who was he?
curiously drawn to the command bellowed out by the vulpine leader, lavender eyes gazed up to the sight of of the unfamiliar hellhound all bound up in a rather odd position. it was a spectacle to behold truly... but not entirely in stella's taste. or anyone with half a heart's taste either really.
"oh my lord.." muttering under her breath too quiet for anyone but herself to make out the words, stella kept her gaze trained on the white hellhound and the vulpine leader interchangeably. well, this was truly the pitt in which stella had anticipated. but to be here - commanded by the leader to watch as he toyed with an existence other than his own for his primitive amusement- it was not like any fantasy stella could have imagined.
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