03-26-2020, 02:58 AM
//since miller isnt active in tangle anymore, im gonna shift the focus from snarl and vathmos to the pittians!
//and i do apologize for how rushed the ending may seem; i really needed to get this out of the way lmao
"I thank the both of you for sharing your concerns," he declares bluntly, in a manner that wasn't wholly factual - Miller's arrogance rattled Leroy's bones to a threshold that it shouldn't have. The wolfhound clears his throat, preparing to speak once more, though not before casting an unpalatable glare in the cheetah's general direction.
The very moment that his chocolate hues return to their original position, with everyone in view once more, the word begin spewing forth: "I've ultimately decided that this is a matter I'll further discuss with the medical team, seein' how they're the most affected by Snarl's transgressions." To every one of the healers present, he dips his hardy noggin as a gesture of acknowledgement. In the not-so-distant future, another meeting would be held to assess their grievances and hopefully achieve a satisfactory conclusion. Today, however, too much time had been spent on the topic. "I'm afraid the conversation pertainin' to Snarl's penalty has run it's course; it's a matter I'll revisit with the medical team at a later date. After all, I'm sure there's another bit o' business that I'm sure y'all are beggin' me to get to."
The Pittians. A subject he was neither anxious nor eager to touch upon. A variety of possible introductions to the discussion began formulating inside of his mind, and each was deemed mediocre. Nothing that his brain brewed up managed to fathom the gravity of what's at hand. The wolfhound yearned to share the logic behind his controversial decision and deliberate the future goals, yet at the same time, he spurned the idea of sharing too much, for these ambitions were completely in the long term and could be subjected to drastic change. A moment or two passes whilst he ponders on his options before him, before coming to the realization that a philosophical (and perhaps sociological) approach may indeed be the best route to travel.
"Seein' how I've been here the longest outta anyone present, I'll give y'all a li'l history lesson on the group known as The Pitt." Leroy couldn't quite recall whether they came into existence just before or just after he'd joined the forest tribe, though he knew that the Pitt began it's life as a group about the same time that Tanglewood became his home. Thus, only he - and Beck, perchance - held such a great deal of knowledge of his enemy's past. "I've seen the birth of the Pitt," he says in a throaty tone of voice, "and I've seen the comin's and goin's of their leaders - each and every one of 'em worst than the last." To be candid, however, the mongrel didn't think anyone could top Jervis' terrorism. He continues to speak; "One common thing I've seen with the Pitt is second chances, as well as the failure by us and our allies to see that they never learn from 'em - or, rather, we're the ones that never learn."
"Their very first leader was some fucker called Yes Man. I dunno who gave him that name, but this guy was fuckin' awful. Anyways, this fellow ordered the total destruction of Snowbound, a pacifistic group that didn't hurt no one." A mini movie flickers to life in his head, displaying images of a snow-blanketed valley. Never did he once venture there, but if he did, he imagined that it'd appear similar to what he'd envisioned. The thought of flames and terror engulfing a land of total peace angered him, and his brows began to furrow as his mental image of serenity fell to dread. "Almost immediately after that, Yes Man disappeared and some other fellow named Esklav took his place. Every leader kinda mutually agreed to let The Pitt of the hook after Snowbound 'cause Yes Man was gone, which made for the Pitt's first second chance. Now, Esklav mighta been the best Pitt leader there was, 'cause he opposed senseless violence most of the time. He never raided us or nothin', and everythin' was fine and dandy until Stryker came along."
A relatively quick chuckle of a foul sorts escapes his throat. Stryker, an individual feared by nearly everyone that wasn't a Pittian, fueled by hatred and bloodlust alone. One would think that an individual of that type couldn't fall - but when his life had met its lowest point, the underhanded lion turned to Tanglewood in an attempt to find solace. The memory cracks Leroy up to this very day, as evident by his small outburst.
"Stryker was the fucker that popularized the sneak into someone's territory and kidnap 'em tactic that the Pitt still uses to this day." A cough breaks his spiel, which allows Leroy a moment to breath and calm down. "To name a couple of lives he personally ruined, there was Royalriddler, who he'd cruelly murdered, as well as Delilah, who was tortured and consequentially blinded at his paw. And oh, his underlings loved it, too." His heart ached for Delilah especially. The pink femme's life as a faerie was supposed to be one of mirth, yet it became plagued by constant pain and agony. "They'd raid us, and we'd raid them, but nothin' ever came of it. The Pittians never faced punishment for their crimes. And when Ninazu took over that hellhole after Stryker, they were granted with a second chance, making for the Pitt's second second chance."
"Ninazu was insignificant, but a bitch nevertheless. She'd follow in Stryker's footsteps and commit atrocities such as torture and murder and whatnot. Oh, and she liked her slaves. Did I forget to mention that the Pitt literally enslaved people for over a year? Oh, silly me. Anyways, after she went, the Pitt got their third second chance."
"Then Stryker came back, did a bunch of awful shit, and when Jervis took over, the Pitt was given a fourth second chance. And blah blah blah everyone knows about Jervis, but let's not forget that, despite him being executed, his followers that perpetrated his wished got off completely scot-free, which makes for the Pitt's fifth second chance.
An audible whew pervades the library, marking the end of the wolfhound's jabber. His earthen eyes waver between the faces of his confidants, checking to see if they were still with him. Long, drawn-out, and convoluted rants had the tendency to put people to sleep, after all. "I," he begins, in a slower, much more sober demeanor, "have decided that should the Pitt every lay a finger on us again, they will meet a permanent end. Those people who inhabit that wretched place have been warned, and those who stayed have willingly aligned themselves with a clan born from kidnapping, slavery, torture, and murder." From this point forward, in the case of a compatriot suggesting that 'good people live there', Leroy was one hundred percent sure that one of his blood vessels would surely burst. Those who stand by evil and do nothing about it are committing an act of evil themselves. Just how difficult was that to fathom?
"As a defensive measure, I have granted asylum to the Pittians innocent of violent crime. Now, I understand that this is not a popular call," his line of vision temporarily shifts towards Aurum whilst saying this, "but I assure you that this will only benefit us; if I am wrong, I will step down. That's how confident I am about this." Suffering due to this ruling was nothing but an impossibility. The contrasting populations between the two tribes meant that Tanglewood could crush the Pitt two times over if need be. "We are weakening them of their already dwindling population, as well as increasing our numbers. Plus, those Pittians that do join us will want to prove their loyalty by acting as a threat to their old home."
"Five second chances. That's... four too many. Trust me when I say that they won't be given any more. Next time we're fucked with by them, the Pitt will end."
"Now's a good time to offer your input."
//tl;dr: literally just read the speech
//and i do apologize for how rushed the ending may seem; i really needed to get this out of the way lmao
"I thank the both of you for sharing your concerns," he declares bluntly, in a manner that wasn't wholly factual - Miller's arrogance rattled Leroy's bones to a threshold that it shouldn't have. The wolfhound clears his throat, preparing to speak once more, though not before casting an unpalatable glare in the cheetah's general direction.
The very moment that his chocolate hues return to their original position, with everyone in view once more, the word begin spewing forth: "I've ultimately decided that this is a matter I'll further discuss with the medical team, seein' how they're the most affected by Snarl's transgressions." To every one of the healers present, he dips his hardy noggin as a gesture of acknowledgement. In the not-so-distant future, another meeting would be held to assess their grievances and hopefully achieve a satisfactory conclusion. Today, however, too much time had been spent on the topic. "I'm afraid the conversation pertainin' to Snarl's penalty has run it's course; it's a matter I'll revisit with the medical team at a later date. After all, I'm sure there's another bit o' business that I'm sure y'all are beggin' me to get to."
The Pittians. A subject he was neither anxious nor eager to touch upon. A variety of possible introductions to the discussion began formulating inside of his mind, and each was deemed mediocre. Nothing that his brain brewed up managed to fathom the gravity of what's at hand. The wolfhound yearned to share the logic behind his controversial decision and deliberate the future goals, yet at the same time, he spurned the idea of sharing too much, for these ambitions were completely in the long term and could be subjected to drastic change. A moment or two passes whilst he ponders on his options before him, before coming to the realization that a philosophical (and perhaps sociological) approach may indeed be the best route to travel.
"Seein' how I've been here the longest outta anyone present, I'll give y'all a li'l history lesson on the group known as The Pitt." Leroy couldn't quite recall whether they came into existence just before or just after he'd joined the forest tribe, though he knew that the Pitt began it's life as a group about the same time that Tanglewood became his home. Thus, only he - and Beck, perchance - held such a great deal of knowledge of his enemy's past. "I've seen the birth of the Pitt," he says in a throaty tone of voice, "and I've seen the comin's and goin's of their leaders - each and every one of 'em worst than the last." To be candid, however, the mongrel didn't think anyone could top Jervis' terrorism. He continues to speak; "One common thing I've seen with the Pitt is second chances, as well as the failure by us and our allies to see that they never learn from 'em - or, rather, we're the ones that never learn."
"Their very first leader was some fucker called Yes Man. I dunno who gave him that name, but this guy was fuckin' awful. Anyways, this fellow ordered the total destruction of Snowbound, a pacifistic group that didn't hurt no one." A mini movie flickers to life in his head, displaying images of a snow-blanketed valley. Never did he once venture there, but if he did, he imagined that it'd appear similar to what he'd envisioned. The thought of flames and terror engulfing a land of total peace angered him, and his brows began to furrow as his mental image of serenity fell to dread. "Almost immediately after that, Yes Man disappeared and some other fellow named Esklav took his place. Every leader kinda mutually agreed to let The Pitt of the hook after Snowbound 'cause Yes Man was gone, which made for the Pitt's first second chance. Now, Esklav mighta been the best Pitt leader there was, 'cause he opposed senseless violence most of the time. He never raided us or nothin', and everythin' was fine and dandy until Stryker came along."
A relatively quick chuckle of a foul sorts escapes his throat. Stryker, an individual feared by nearly everyone that wasn't a Pittian, fueled by hatred and bloodlust alone. One would think that an individual of that type couldn't fall - but when his life had met its lowest point, the underhanded lion turned to Tanglewood in an attempt to find solace. The memory cracks Leroy up to this very day, as evident by his small outburst.
"Stryker was the fucker that popularized the sneak into someone's territory and kidnap 'em tactic that the Pitt still uses to this day." A cough breaks his spiel, which allows Leroy a moment to breath and calm down. "To name a couple of lives he personally ruined, there was Royalriddler, who he'd cruelly murdered, as well as Delilah, who was tortured and consequentially blinded at his paw. And oh, his underlings loved it, too." His heart ached for Delilah especially. The pink femme's life as a faerie was supposed to be one of mirth, yet it became plagued by constant pain and agony. "They'd raid us, and we'd raid them, but nothin' ever came of it. The Pittians never faced punishment for their crimes. And when Ninazu took over that hellhole after Stryker, they were granted with a second chance, making for the Pitt's second second chance."
"Ninazu was insignificant, but a bitch nevertheless. She'd follow in Stryker's footsteps and commit atrocities such as torture and murder and whatnot. Oh, and she liked her slaves. Did I forget to mention that the Pitt literally enslaved people for over a year? Oh, silly me. Anyways, after she went, the Pitt got their third second chance."
"Then Stryker came back, did a bunch of awful shit, and when Jervis took over, the Pitt was given a fourth second chance. And blah blah blah everyone knows about Jervis, but let's not forget that, despite him being executed, his followers that perpetrated his wished got off completely scot-free, which makes for the Pitt's fifth second chance.
An audible whew pervades the library, marking the end of the wolfhound's jabber. His earthen eyes waver between the faces of his confidants, checking to see if they were still with him. Long, drawn-out, and convoluted rants had the tendency to put people to sleep, after all. "I," he begins, in a slower, much more sober demeanor, "have decided that should the Pitt every lay a finger on us again, they will meet a permanent end. Those people who inhabit that wretched place have been warned, and those who stayed have willingly aligned themselves with a clan born from kidnapping, slavery, torture, and murder." From this point forward, in the case of a compatriot suggesting that 'good people live there', Leroy was one hundred percent sure that one of his blood vessels would surely burst. Those who stand by evil and do nothing about it are committing an act of evil themselves. Just how difficult was that to fathom?
"As a defensive measure, I have granted asylum to the Pittians innocent of violent crime. Now, I understand that this is not a popular call," his line of vision temporarily shifts towards Aurum whilst saying this, "but I assure you that this will only benefit us; if I am wrong, I will step down. That's how confident I am about this." Suffering due to this ruling was nothing but an impossibility. The contrasting populations between the two tribes meant that Tanglewood could crush the Pitt two times over if need be. "We are weakening them of their already dwindling population, as well as increasing our numbers. Plus, those Pittians that do join us will want to prove their loyalty by acting as a threat to their old home."
"Five second chances. That's... four too many. Trust me when I say that they won't be given any more. Next time we're fucked with by them, the Pitt will end."
"Now's a good time to offer your input."
//tl;dr: literally just read the speech