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Frustration. Irritaiton. The petite deer-fox had enough of foolish behavior. Slamming her hooves down into the sand. Indifferent to his insult against her. Simply enraged by the prospect that he thought it'd be fine to push for violence when they barely had the food and herbs to manage in the present. "Shut the fuck up, Dante."
"Da's right. We can't handle a fight right now. Or-or would you have everyone here die from injures I won't be able to keep up with?" Thoughtless. Inconsiderate. Arrogant fool. "How-how about you show some loyalty? 'an think about the lives of everyone else."
"You-you're a selfish connard. We've moved on, Dante." No good in reckless violence all the time. Look where that got the old Pittians. Where it got Jervis. Burned at the stake. "If-if you don't care about your own clanmates, then we should just hand you over to Tanglewood, or exile you."
[/td][/tr][/table]"Da's right. We can't handle a fight right now. Or-or would you have everyone here die from injures I won't be able to keep up with?" Thoughtless. Inconsiderate. Arrogant fool. "How-how about you show some loyalty? 'an think about the lives of everyone else."
"You-you're a selfish connard. We've moved on, Dante." No good in reckless violence all the time. Look where that got the old Pittians. Where it got Jervis. Burned at the stake. "If-if you don't care about your own clanmates, then we should just hand you over to Tanglewood, or exile you."
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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