a common tongue | joining

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The Ardent was sometimes drawn to wander here in the charred hide of what had been part of their territory, simply drinking in that still lingering and now permenant ashen taste the air in this particular part of the Pitt had.

Here it was enemies had thought to lay low what had been the Pitt of old

Which, if one were to ask him, was futile,

Even if they succeeded in wiping out the Pitt - the inevitability of it was that their would simply be another group to rise up in the power vacuum left behind, for it was a universal constant - where there was an order imposed, a chaos would disrupt it,

Stagnation didn’t benefit anyone after all

So really, while a grand show to them no doubt - it was futility.

Multiple limbs sank and trekked along the charred hide of teh slumbering beast that was the Pitt's world - feeling the black sands and brunt forest areas shift under his grip when a new scent caught his ‘nose’

The Eyeless visage swung around and he began his trek towards a still form slowly coming into view, the ardent stopping just shy of running over them and leaning over them - twin jaws grinding across each other before they opened to talk.

”and here I find a new face - have you come here to join us stranger?” it seemed reasonable enough - no one else wandered into their lands if they weren’t looking to join - or die, either way.