I AM THE AFTERMATH // pyramid destruction

[Kian.]

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Kian Ó Faoláin

The Irishman had been about to gather a hunting patrol.  He knew Gael patrolled the borders on the daily, but he wanted to be useful, provide those helpful paws he promised to -- especially now, when he felt he had the worst timing in the world.  He had been about to gather a small crew and set off, when an interruption occurred.

Kian flicked his ear.  "You know," the pirate began in a particularly bored tone, "if you put half as much effort into this little displays, into some actual contribution to the group, you might make a half-decent marauder."

The wildcat often had more patience but felt particularly low on tolerance today -- he had only heard of Vale, in his time among the Pitt, had wanted to form his opinion and felt irritated.  Kian hardly minded distractions, but at the end of the day, it was important to put work towards the community; otherwise, what was the point of banding together in the first place?  All he had heard of Vale was zer these displays for attention. 

"Too bad you don't inspire much in the way of loyalty."

His eyes narrowed.  He kept his distance, remaining in range to call out, but uninterested in getting too close to those he had little reason to trust.  When the ground trembled, the faerie tilted his chin. 

"Aine!" The white temple was hardly far -- if she were there, hopefully, she would hear.  "If there are trespassers in the tunnels, collapse them.  Bury them alive."

The cold words felt out of place to the pirate, but he had no tolerance for this today.  He stood for a Pitt that stood together.  Not one that sounded suspiciously like they were bringing enemies into their own camp -- that was simply treason.

We'll all be returning, if we sail together