03-17-2022, 11:36 PM
ONCE YOU COMMITTED ME
Times had come to a slow into The Pitt recent. Aegon was entertained by Olalla and Renlys's spar for leadership, but since then, the usual antics continued and that bored the horseman of death. He did not come to the mortal realm for mindless tasks and a daily routine, but for the thrill of inconsistency and the entertainment provided by the lesser beings that paraded before him. Thankfully, the animals usually succeeded. Lately though? Tsk. No. Not at all. With the consideration of heading back downstairs lingering on his mind, the lion dearly wished for something to happen.
And it did.
Jaws parted in a yawn as Aegon meandered through the territory. Disinterested eyes traced the horizon as he walked the jungle's edge, awaiting his next venture. The border, which is what usually provided satisfaction, was rather barren today. Displeased with the situation, sunken in facial features turned towards the north eastern part of the territory and began to walk.
Paws graced the central plaza's edge shortly after. As soon as he stepped foot into the plaza, a screech bellowed from above. The familiar, high-pitched tone was followed shortly by a slam into the jungle floor and maned features swiveled to stare down the dark figure. Ve was a prominent figure during Aegon's arrival and what peaked his interest in The Pitt initially, so to hear their gracious voice (although nowhere near the voice of an angel) was gratifying. Even a subtle smirk rose on the lion's maw, something that was a rarity. Things were truly getting interesting.
He made no move. With most situations, he merely watched. Every gloat and false plan was a travesty. yet somehow a pleasurable experience, to listen to. In his silence, another voice ripped on through. His stance shifted to gain a view a both of them as Olalla began to vilely defend The Pitt's improvements. Aegon was impressed by their valiant effort. It appeared they were keeping their word on The Pitt's prosperity.
Even so, their blunt effort to disown Vale's changes to The Pitt was quickly met with rebuttal... Mixed with acceptance? An offer? Then a threat? Aegon's browline furrowed in confusion, but his eyes watched in anticipation. His hindlegs lowered to the floor and bottom slide down onto the ground nearby. A tail swayed as he listened, awaiting Olalla's response. He wanted to push but held his tongue.
His daunting, slitted eyes focused in on Vale as their final proclamation came to be. The logistics ran through his head. If either killed one another, that was one soul heading down to the underworld. Orbs bounced between the two in interest when a thought emerged. What about both? Not dead, but alive. Keeping both of them alive would create a situation that would give him the upperhand. Souls, entertainment, and a bit of fun for himself. Like Vale pointed out, they were destined to be intertwined and fit together well. Perhaps... but Olalla would need to agree.
Hence Aegon took the liberty of swaying the situation. "Your offer is intriguing," he mused, breaking his usual silence, "but Olalla has rights to their leadership after your disappearance." Logistics, as ve mentioned, were no their thing. This sudden discharge of information was very informal. "Perhaps the playing field should leveled, rather than both of you wagering your descent." A negotiation rather than a proclamation.
And it did.
Jaws parted in a yawn as Aegon meandered through the territory. Disinterested eyes traced the horizon as he walked the jungle's edge, awaiting his next venture. The border, which is what usually provided satisfaction, was rather barren today. Displeased with the situation, sunken in facial features turned towards the north eastern part of the territory and began to walk.
Paws graced the central plaza's edge shortly after. As soon as he stepped foot into the plaza, a screech bellowed from above. The familiar, high-pitched tone was followed shortly by a slam into the jungle floor and maned features swiveled to stare down the dark figure. Ve was a prominent figure during Aegon's arrival and what peaked his interest in The Pitt initially, so to hear their gracious voice (although nowhere near the voice of an angel) was gratifying. Even a subtle smirk rose on the lion's maw, something that was a rarity. Things were truly getting interesting.
He made no move. With most situations, he merely watched. Every gloat and false plan was a travesty. yet somehow a pleasurable experience, to listen to. In his silence, another voice ripped on through. His stance shifted to gain a view a both of them as Olalla began to vilely defend The Pitt's improvements. Aegon was impressed by their valiant effort. It appeared they were keeping their word on The Pitt's prosperity.
Even so, their blunt effort to disown Vale's changes to The Pitt was quickly met with rebuttal... Mixed with acceptance? An offer? Then a threat? Aegon's browline furrowed in confusion, but his eyes watched in anticipation. His hindlegs lowered to the floor and bottom slide down onto the ground nearby. A tail swayed as he listened, awaiting Olalla's response. He wanted to push but held his tongue.
His daunting, slitted eyes focused in on Vale as their final proclamation came to be. The logistics ran through his head. If either killed one another, that was one soul heading down to the underworld. Orbs bounced between the two in interest when a thought emerged. What about both? Not dead, but alive. Keeping both of them alive would create a situation that would give him the upperhand. Souls, entertainment, and a bit of fun for himself. Like Vale pointed out, they were destined to be intertwined and fit together well. Perhaps... but Olalla would need to agree.
Hence Aegon took the liberty of swaying the situation. "Your offer is intriguing," he mused, breaking his usual silence, "but Olalla has rights to their leadership after your disappearance." Logistics, as ve mentioned, were no their thing. This sudden discharge of information was very informal. "Perhaps the playing field should leveled, rather than both of you wagering your descent." A negotiation rather than a proclamation.
NOW YOU'VE ACQUITTED ME