02-21-2020, 01:17 PM
In no time flat whatsoever, Pittians of all sorts came cascading into the fray. A large percentage of them appeared to be caught in a state of swivel-eyedness, especially the little tyke who rashly claimed leadership. Cute. One new aspect of the locals which he immediately recognized was their apparent lack of paramount hostility. This birthed the theory that Kydobi had possibly softened the desert dwellers up a tad, an idea that the wolfhound found appealing. If the jaguar actually taught his associates anything, though, it was how to be as clueless and crude as him. Both a fox and Kydobi himself had the balls to inquire the reason behind their enemies' occupancy - a move that nearly brought forth a disgusted chuckle.
If these buffoons were truly that feeble-minded, then the general would make sure to make his intentions and the logic behind them as clear as crystal.
The tall canine pivots his noggin to face Aurum, whom he shoots a confident nod in the direction of, before doing the same to Raymond and Snarl, two other prominent Tanglers at the current moment. Then, he hacks his throat in a raspy manner, clearing it of the phlegm infesting its interior, so that he may speak comfortably. "Now!" Leroy asserts vibrantly, albeit the tone of his voice somewhat softer than before, "ya may find it hypocritical for us to be in your home after I made a whole fuss about your little stint to our border, Kydobi - but you better believe I got a good fuckin' reason to be here today." Chocolate hues burnt their gaze onto the ardent's figure, though the speaker's message was moreso directed at the group's entirety.
He continues. "If ya actually dunno why we're here, I'mma put it into simple wordin' for ya. Moth is one of our medics. She is expecting children in the next month. One of your people took Moth and imprisoned her. We know it was one of yours who took her, 'cause one of yours went ahead and kindly returned her. Gas mask fellow. You have HIM to thank for us sparin' your asses from an actual raid."
The male's talking subsides, allowing him to refuel his lungs for a brief moment. Giving spiels was something this body still had to get adjusted to. "Like I said," his slick voice punctuates abruptly, "I got some demands I want ya to adhere to. They ain't too strict, and you'll listen to 'em if ya wanna avoid gettin' this place razed to the ground courtesy of us AND The Typhoon." The closing threat was not one falsely made. He was aware of Goldenluxury's interest in quelling the Pitt's existence, and should a good reason to do so ever arise, he could count on her to get the job done.
"Firstly, I want'cha to start punishin' the folks who do wrong around here - startin' with whoever nabbed Moth. Jail 'em. Throw 'em out. Kill 'em, for all I care. Just make sure the fellas who do bad shit get what they deserve."
"Secondly, I want ya to make it known to all future joiners that this place ain't safe, and by livin' here, they're only paintin' huge targets on their backs." He pauses, yet only briefly. "Actually, that goes for everyone here. By stayin' in the Pitt, you are willin'ly associatin' yourself with treachery and malice, and will not be met with hesitancy if another raid ever occurs. That being said, from this moment forth, all Pittian deserters will be allowed into Tanglewood - if they can prove themselves innocent of committin' misdeeds."
That last part hadn't been discussed with his comrades, but he held faith in his heart that they'd understand where he came from. The Pitt was one of many groups on the island, and associating yourself with them whilst not knowing of their violent past came as a common mistake. Hopefully, with this warning and offer, that mistake would be totally prevented from occurring again.
If these buffoons were truly that feeble-minded, then the general would make sure to make his intentions and the logic behind them as clear as crystal.
The tall canine pivots his noggin to face Aurum, whom he shoots a confident nod in the direction of, before doing the same to Raymond and Snarl, two other prominent Tanglers at the current moment. Then, he hacks his throat in a raspy manner, clearing it of the phlegm infesting its interior, so that he may speak comfortably. "Now!" Leroy asserts vibrantly, albeit the tone of his voice somewhat softer than before, "ya may find it hypocritical for us to be in your home after I made a whole fuss about your little stint to our border, Kydobi - but you better believe I got a good fuckin' reason to be here today." Chocolate hues burnt their gaze onto the ardent's figure, though the speaker's message was moreso directed at the group's entirety.
He continues. "If ya actually dunno why we're here, I'mma put it into simple wordin' for ya. Moth is one of our medics. She is expecting children in the next month. One of your people took Moth and imprisoned her. We know it was one of yours who took her, 'cause one of yours went ahead and kindly returned her. Gas mask fellow. You have HIM to thank for us sparin' your asses from an actual raid."
The male's talking subsides, allowing him to refuel his lungs for a brief moment. Giving spiels was something this body still had to get adjusted to. "Like I said," his slick voice punctuates abruptly, "I got some demands I want ya to adhere to. They ain't too strict, and you'll listen to 'em if ya wanna avoid gettin' this place razed to the ground courtesy of us AND The Typhoon." The closing threat was not one falsely made. He was aware of Goldenluxury's interest in quelling the Pitt's existence, and should a good reason to do so ever arise, he could count on her to get the job done.
"Firstly, I want'cha to start punishin' the folks who do wrong around here - startin' with whoever nabbed Moth. Jail 'em. Throw 'em out. Kill 'em, for all I care. Just make sure the fellas who do bad shit get what they deserve."
"Secondly, I want ya to make it known to all future joiners that this place ain't safe, and by livin' here, they're only paintin' huge targets on their backs." He pauses, yet only briefly. "Actually, that goes for everyone here. By stayin' in the Pitt, you are willin'ly associatin' yourself with treachery and malice, and will not be met with hesitancy if another raid ever occurs. That being said, from this moment forth, all Pittian deserters will be allowed into Tanglewood - if they can prove themselves innocent of committin' misdeeds."
That last part hadn't been discussed with his comrades, but he held faith in his heart that they'd understand where he came from. The Pitt was one of many groups on the island, and associating yourself with them whilst not knowing of their violent past came as a common mistake. Hopefully, with this warning and offer, that mistake would be totally prevented from occurring again.