03-17-2022, 10:51 PM
I'VE NEVER FEARED THE DRUMS OF WAR
OLALLA — MALE — PITTIAN — ARDENT — PLOT
It had been about 4 months since Olalla had been deemed Ardent of The Pitt by no one but himself, however he was beginning to question his Pittians saltiness due to recent orders that had actually been carried out, small though they be.
Olalla's ears perked as an odd croaky bellow broke the air, and it didn't come from his mouth. What the hell was that? The hybrid stood up from the crumbled temple steps and padded into the central plaza, and from there was horrified by the disgustingly twisted Hyena with ... petals in its mouth? What the hell IS that? Olalla's brows furrowed harshly, his eyes thinning into slits as he glared at the animal before him, towering over it in not only height but ego as well. This thing was making him look a fool, and Olalla did not tolerate jesters among his court.
"And who do you think you are," the beast snarled upon black lips, his dark saber like teeth slipping past his tongue as he spoke. Olalla raised a white brow, expecting a valid answer, though with Vale, that was out of the question. "The only reason my Pittians look any better from what you left me with is because of my hard work paying off. Food, water, shelter. The essentials! Olalla was more than pissed, his brow beginning to twitch upon his dark face. " You have no right to announce this meeting," he snapped, pinning his ears back. " Considering you left them for dead with no successor but an old, tired dragon." Though no disrespect was meant for Renlys, if he cared to listen.
Olalla glanced at the now gathering pittians, his tail lashing behind him. Shit, this wasn't good. Not at all. He had a habit of picking on people twice his size, in Rens case 15 times, and in Vales case of familiarity, a billion times his size.
Olalla's ears perked as an odd croaky bellow broke the air, and it didn't come from his mouth. What the hell was that? The hybrid stood up from the crumbled temple steps and padded into the central plaza, and from there was horrified by the disgustingly twisted Hyena with ... petals in its mouth? What the hell IS that? Olalla's brows furrowed harshly, his eyes thinning into slits as he glared at the animal before him, towering over it in not only height but ego as well. This thing was making him look a fool, and Olalla did not tolerate jesters among his court.
"And who do you think you are," the beast snarled upon black lips, his dark saber like teeth slipping past his tongue as he spoke. Olalla raised a white brow, expecting a valid answer, though with Vale, that was out of the question. "The only reason my Pittians look any better from what you left me with is because of my hard work paying off. Food, water, shelter. The essentials! Olalla was more than pissed, his brow beginning to twitch upon his dark face. " You have no right to announce this meeting," he snapped, pinning his ears back. " Considering you left them for dead with no successor but an old, tired dragon." Though no disrespect was meant for Renlys, if he cared to listen.
Olalla glanced at the now gathering pittians, his tail lashing behind him. Shit, this wasn't good. Not at all. He had a habit of picking on people twice his size, in Rens case 15 times, and in Vales case of familiarity, a billion times his size.
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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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