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    Beasts of Beyond Other Archived Roleplay Neutral Grounds Private Rendezvous I'm making an attack [p]

    I'm making an attack [p]
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    01-28-2020, 08:28 PM (This post was last modified: 01-28-2020, 10:28 PM by Olalla.)
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    To Those Who Breathe Gas
    [div style="background-color:#BG COLOR;width:90%; overflow: stretch;text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;"] The heat of the desert had been hell on his coat, and usually he didn't care whether it had mud, ice or dirt within in it but heat. Heat, he could not and would not do. Yet here he was, roaming around the desert. Ugh, Olalla couldn't stand it, couldn't stand the sand between his toes or the sun beating down relentlessly onto his dark back. The male's paws dances wildly as he hopped from one scalding sand dune to another. The smell of thick grass and folding leaves drew him in like a fish to a warm. A mistake if any.

    Olalla moved from sand to underbrush in a matter of minutes. Strange; the heat acting as a motive for him to, well, for him to get the hell out of there. The sound of bugs and birds chirping, even the sound of mineral filled water dropping from a stalactite in some foreboding cave. Caves..Caves. Caves were cold, caves were quite, caves were exactly the thing he needed to be in right now. It'd give the the beast a break from the sweltering heat and the annoying throbbing in his paws from walking. With a small smile upon his face he turned himself towards the drip drip dripping coming from the cave.

    He'd always been somewhat decent at navigation, it'd didn't take him long to find the entrance to the cave. T'was almost grotto like. If he hadn't been the leader of his own little organization, he would have taken serious thought to joining the pitt. Though now? Under Kydobi's rule? Not so much. Under Jervis' rule, the brute would at least had a chance to continue his...research. Olalla knew of the pact that Kydobi and Goldenluxury had made, knew of the execution. A sad day for some, a glorious day for others. The pact. That damn pact was the only thing that might have stopped him from joining. He had no doubt that Kydobi would be a great Ardent of The Pitt, but something inside him told the beast to steer clear of the big cat; he'd only ever had caused trouble. Why would he be any different as an Ardent now than he had been in a lowly rank?

    An odd sight fell upon Olalla's eyes that had been skulking around in the underbrush. Green clouds. Green? What the hell? He knew that The Pitt was known for their weird actions and environment, but this? This was ridiculously fanatical. Grabbing the biggest leaf he could find and wrapping it around his muzzle and face like a plague mask, the beast walked around the clouds and followed them to there source. What he saw next was odder then the clouds themselves. The clouds were made, not rendered by the world. Animal made. Wolf made. The beast watched as it picked off and strangled the primate. Then, more gas. As it raised itself off the ground, Olalla's eyes widened a bit. It was bulky. Olalla still loomed over the creature, but it obviously had muscle.
    How deliciously perfect.
    "Well aren't you just a brute?"

    [sub][member=10990]CAUSTIC.[/member][/sub]

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    I demand only this...that you join with me in building a new Rome, a Rome that offers justice, peace and land to all its citizens, not just the privileged few. Support me in this task, and old divisions will be forgotten. Oppose me, and Rome will not forgive you a second time!
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    I'm making an attack [p] - by CAUSTIC. - 01-28-2020, 02:56 AM
    Re: I'm making an attack [p] - by Olalla - 01-28-2020, 08:28 PM
    Re: I'm making an attack [p] - by CAUSTIC. - 01-30-2020, 01:07 AM
    Re: I'm making an attack [p] - by Olalla - 01-30-2020, 01:53 AM
    Re: I'm making an attack [p] - by CAUSTIC. - 02-01-2020, 05:05 PM
    Re: I'm making an attack [p] - by Olalla - 02-01-2020, 07:20 PM
    Re: I'm making an attack [p] - by CAUSTIC. - 02-06-2020, 03:09 PM
    Re: I'm making an attack [p] - by Olalla - 02-11-2020, 01:12 AM

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