I'VE NEVER FEARED THE DRUMS OF WAR
OLALLA — MALE — PITTIAN — ARDENT — PLOT
Olalla broke from the thick jungle now, dirt ridden sand meeting his large paws as he stepped further into the clearing; now met with a large statue like figure. A beacon, if anything, of power. Of The Pitt. Perhaps reasoning with this chairman would prove better for his hide, the beast was at least 5 times bigger than himself. Olalla was large yes, but not dragon sized. An ally, or an enemy, he had yet to decide.
Golden eyes peered back at the rings of fire that bore cautiously down at him, understandably. The beast was here with purpose, both were. The dragon, to maintain order, the beast to overtake that order. To lift that burden from the dragon's claws. He stood there, lifelessly still, watching the dragon with sagacious eyes. Olalla did not feel the need to speak, not at this moment.
The reptile lifted its head, a grumbly greeting spilling from its thick lips; the beast dipped his head in a greeting. Olalla straightened his posture, appearing larger than he was now. Not out of fear, but perhaps respect.
"I am Olalla," he announced with a hint of pride... lathering each word until it was soggy with it. "I am here, respectfully, for the throne. What do they call you?" It was hard to ask serious questions when said question was "hI iM oLaLla, WhAtS yOuR nAmE!" Olalla gritted his teeth, flicking an ear to swat away the intrusive thoughts of idiocy.
[member=337]Lokisaurus[/member]
Golden eyes peered back at the rings of fire that bore cautiously down at him, understandably. The beast was here with purpose, both were. The dragon, to maintain order, the beast to overtake that order. To lift that burden from the dragon's claws. He stood there, lifelessly still, watching the dragon with sagacious eyes. Olalla did not feel the need to speak, not at this moment.
The reptile lifted its head, a grumbly greeting spilling from its thick lips; the beast dipped his head in a greeting. Olalla straightened his posture, appearing larger than he was now. Not out of fear, but perhaps respect.
"I am Olalla," he announced with a hint of pride... lathering each word until it was soggy with it. "I am here, respectfully, for the throne. What do they call you?" It was hard to ask serious questions when said question was "hI iM oLaLla, WhAtS yOuR nAmE!" Olalla gritted his teeth, flicking an ear to swat away the intrusive thoughts of idiocy.
[member=337]Lokisaurus[/member]
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I demand only this...that you join with me in building a new Rome, a Rome that offers justice, peace and land to all its citizens, not just the privileged few. Support me in this task, and old divisions will be forgotten. Oppose me, and Rome will not forgive you a second time!
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