11-30-2020, 07:43 PM
The kiln felt quiet after recent events. Still taking control, still in their burning body, if only to release internal heat. But they... She was no longer hunger-driven. Instead the Kiln simply moved and swerved among the desert, catching sight of the appetizi-... interesting fellow.
Blue vision masked Romulus' true beauty, but that mattered little to the beast. He wished knowledge of his location? The kiln consoled with the child's voice. 'The desert and jungle belong to the Pitt.' The beast hummed lowly. Uncaring of what Romulus would think. Shaking her head, she lifted her head and let out her own call, mighty and powerful, "This desert and the land deeper within belongs to the Pitt, stranger."
Unfortunately, their arrival would be a second one, which aggravated the beast. The pulsating blue got quicker. Purposefully slamming her paw down on the sands next to Domino, they slinked ahead of the feline.
[color=#fc681f]"Kiln Speech"+"Kold Speech"
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KOLD DARCIA DI ANGELO
[glow=#000,2,300]KOLD — FEMALE — WOLF/ROTTWEILER — THE PITT — [glow=#000,2,300]TAGS[/glow]