12-03-2020, 07:29 PM
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A furious growl rumbled in his throat, wondering what happened to his daughter -- a burning desire for justice snapping into place for Goldie's injuries. He didn't care for Aurum's words, ear twitching dismissively. "I fecking hope you're not just going to bitch to someone who owes you nothing and do something yourself -- the Pitt is loyal to the Pitt, get over it."
"Gael never claimed he was noble," he spat out plainly. They didn't have time for this.
One could say that was why Kian stood by Gael's side -- to be his buffer. The soldier with a heart for the cold general; trying to pull him back to the family he had broken bonds with. But those were considerations for another time. His sea-green eyes flashed to his cousin, the unphased Ardent. Normally, the pirate could keep his cool too, but he was losing it fast.
He had no doubt he was assessing the situation; seeing what Kian might not. "We both know we're the only target left," so he did not plan on waiting. For all Aurum's talk, someone should actually fight, like Goldie was trying to. If Stryker was planning to kill those jailed within the roots, then they should fight now and try to liberate them.
"Now, I hope you don't have any fecking plans on asking us to bend the knee, because the Pitt doesn't bow," the pirate declared defiantly, raising shards of ice into the air, aiming them straight for [member=1738]Stryker[/member]'s chest.
Kian knew it may be smart to see the enemy's full hand before attacking, but he was furious -- for not being there when the Typhoon needed him. He may be trying to bridge the gap with Gael by staying with the Pitt for a little while, but he was still a pirate.
Kian Ó Faoláin
The Irishman was intrigued to say the least, to attend his first meeting as a Pittian -- it would be a good chance to check in on the Typhoon, and the wildcat made quick pace to keep up with his cousin. Only to falter when the scene fell into view. The faerie knew nothing but rage then, his small body shifting on a whim, until the temporary Pittian stood tall as a massive polar bear dog.A furious growl rumbled in his throat, wondering what happened to his daughter -- a burning desire for justice snapping into place for Goldie's injuries. He didn't care for Aurum's words, ear twitching dismissively. "I fecking hope you're not just going to bitch to someone who owes you nothing and do something yourself -- the Pitt is loyal to the Pitt, get over it."
"Gael never claimed he was noble," he spat out plainly. They didn't have time for this.
One could say that was why Kian stood by Gael's side -- to be his buffer. The soldier with a heart for the cold general; trying to pull him back to the family he had broken bonds with. But those were considerations for another time. His sea-green eyes flashed to his cousin, the unphased Ardent. Normally, the pirate could keep his cool too, but he was losing it fast.
He had no doubt he was assessing the situation; seeing what Kian might not. "We both know we're the only target left," so he did not plan on waiting. For all Aurum's talk, someone should actually fight, like Goldie was trying to. If Stryker was planning to kill those jailed within the roots, then they should fight now and try to liberate them.
"Now, I hope you don't have any fecking plans on asking us to bend the knee, because the Pitt doesn't bow," the pirate declared defiantly, raising shards of ice into the air, aiming them straight for [member=1738]Stryker[/member]'s chest.
Kian knew it may be smart to see the enemy's full hand before attacking, but he was furious -- for not being there when the Typhoon needed him. He may be trying to bridge the gap with Gael by staying with the Pitt for a little while, but he was still a pirate.
We'll all be returning, if we sail together
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