05-08-2021, 08:35 PM
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ARLO MAXIMUS
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There was one mission on his mind as he stepped foot across the desert's border, the scent of his group member on the wind. His ears were pushed forward, red eyes narrowed and dark. It looked as if blood had pooled in them, the anger swirling in his optics intimidating. Anyone that knew Arlo knew this was out of paw for the normally composed and kind character. He exhaled, smoke curling from his muzzle and nose. It was clear that he didn't care for their piss poor excuse of a border- he was here for Fraggle.
"Pittians! Bring me what you've stolen!" He shouted, his voice lifted and carrying on the winds of the desert. He knew this kind of terrain well- and with the two members he brought as backup, he felt confident. After all, this didn't have to go any further then talking it out. Arlo would not leave without him, either way. Blood would be shed if they wouldn't hand him over.
[member=18062]DAMION[/member] [member=17246]aesior[/member]
"speech"
"Pittians! Bring me what you've stolen!" He shouted, his voice lifted and carrying on the winds of the desert. He knew this kind of terrain well- and with the two members he brought as backup, he felt confident. After all, this didn't have to go any further then talking it out. Arlo would not leave without him, either way. Blood would be shed if they wouldn't hand him over.
[member=18062]DAMION[/member] [member=17246]aesior[/member]
"speech"
— Reggan