02-07-2022, 10:39 AM
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Leadership. What a weird thing. Something that people were always fighting over, always wanting to take and flaunt around. Beezle didn't get it in all honesty. Wouldn't being a leader just make someone a bigger target for wonderful, great assassins like themself? Laying low was better in their opinion. Easier to be forgotten so they didn't get swatted like the bug they looked to be.
Less intelligent people probably did need a leader, though. Someone to tell them what to do, someone to direct, someone to give orders. Even if Beezlebub didn't understand why someone would willingly want the position, if they squinted they could see the appeal. Having other people listen and not dare to speak against, having people under their command? It would be nice for a little while, but annoying in the long run. Which was why, looking at some new face that they'd never seen before on the throne, made them twitch their snout and flick their ears, fluttering on into the room beside their fellow Pittians.
"Maybe they have an invisible army," came the squeaky chatter of the smallest dragon as they looked for a place to stand (their comment already disproven by Olalla saying that no army was backing this claim, but the words had already left their mouth before they could silence it). Beezle mentally grumbled at the prospect of where they'd have to perch. The floor it would be; they hadn't quite gotten permission from their group members to stand on them, even if it meant having to squint down at the little dragon as they stood on the floor, head high like they were much taller than they really were. "That'd be really cool." Their muzzle twitched again, abdomen and stinger twitching. "Don't most groups have leaders, though? Blah blah power vacuums? A test run could work, and if it don't we can just crush skull like a melon!"
Less intelligent people probably did need a leader, though. Someone to tell them what to do, someone to direct, someone to give orders. Even if Beezlebub didn't understand why someone would willingly want the position, if they squinted they could see the appeal. Having other people listen and not dare to speak against, having people under their command? It would be nice for a little while, but annoying in the long run. Which was why, looking at some new face that they'd never seen before on the throne, made them twitch their snout and flick their ears, fluttering on into the room beside their fellow Pittians.
"Maybe they have an invisible army," came the squeaky chatter of the smallest dragon as they looked for a place to stand (their comment already disproven by Olalla saying that no army was backing this claim, but the words had already left their mouth before they could silence it). Beezle mentally grumbled at the prospect of where they'd have to perch. The floor it would be; they hadn't quite gotten permission from their group members to stand on them, even if it meant having to squint down at the little dragon as they stood on the floor, head high like they were much taller than they really were. "That'd be really cool." Their muzzle twitched again, abdomen and stinger twitching. "Don't most groups have leaders, though? Blah blah power vacuums? A test run could work, and if it don't we can just crush skull like a melon!"
dragon + the pitt + they/them
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