03-20-2022, 01:12 PM
Newcomers. Yes. Well, yes, that was what he had said, wasn't it? Jackie had waited for the wolf to continue speaking past that, only to be met with a similar silence shortly afterwards. Maybe she just wasn't feeling it today. Maybe she wasn't social at all. He couldn't blame her — he found himself struggling for words as well.
He found a more conversational stranger in the jaguar beside the wolf, who had sent her off for some Olalla character back at their camp. Olalla, a name that Jackie had never heard but could chalk up to the name of a leader based off of the other feline's next few words. If the panther before him was high up in ranks and couldn't accept him, surely Blackjack would become the leader's next issue, that leader perhaps being Olalla. Excitement prickled in his paws, shocking his nerves like bolts of lightning. Would he be meeting the head of The Pitt so early? Of course, Blackjack knew practically nothing about the position of a Skald within The Pitt's hierarchy, and there was a great chance that he could be mistaken, but if his theory was correct, what would happen then? Surely I'm not in over my head, he thought somewhat grimly, but he forced himself to push away his concerns on the matter. Things were going fairly well so far, albeit not incredibly smoothly, and he felt that maintaining his cool in the presence of another Pittian would be a possible feat for him.
It seemed that there were more questions for him to answer in the meantime. Blackjack figured that joining the ranks of The Pitt (even if it was solely for shelter as he intended) would not be nearly as easy as making the simple request, but he wasn't precisely sure what it would have entailed in the first place. Was he meant to study them beforehand, listen to the old tales of their violence and ruthlessness and spit it back out to them? He knew nothing of that. His knowledge of the Island's most prevalent clans and tribes stemmed from those who were willing to share their knowledge with him — the reward of information after a successful hit done for them beforehand. The information he had on The Pitt was limited, but he knew enough to know that they were a brutal bunch and not to be messed with.
"Each member follows their own laws," the horned jaguar finally responded, his rich gaze shifting between the other panther and the soft, quite interesting shadows that swirled around him, crawling between his legs like black snakes. That was, at least, the greatest impression he got of their group. "Help each other, but only each other. It takes great strength and will to survive in this place among you folk. If I hadn't known that, I would not be here." His eyes met the Skald's once more, a certain flair of determination now upon them. He knew that he was no weakling, no future corpse rotting away amongst the dunes. He was a hearty beast, more than enough to take on the challenges of The Pitt.
He found a more conversational stranger in the jaguar beside the wolf, who had sent her off for some Olalla character back at their camp. Olalla, a name that Jackie had never heard but could chalk up to the name of a leader based off of the other feline's next few words. If the panther before him was high up in ranks and couldn't accept him, surely Blackjack would become the leader's next issue, that leader perhaps being Olalla. Excitement prickled in his paws, shocking his nerves like bolts of lightning. Would he be meeting the head of The Pitt so early? Of course, Blackjack knew practically nothing about the position of a Skald within The Pitt's hierarchy, and there was a great chance that he could be mistaken, but if his theory was correct, what would happen then? Surely I'm not in over my head, he thought somewhat grimly, but he forced himself to push away his concerns on the matter. Things were going fairly well so far, albeit not incredibly smoothly, and he felt that maintaining his cool in the presence of another Pittian would be a possible feat for him.
It seemed that there were more questions for him to answer in the meantime. Blackjack figured that joining the ranks of The Pitt (even if it was solely for shelter as he intended) would not be nearly as easy as making the simple request, but he wasn't precisely sure what it would have entailed in the first place. Was he meant to study them beforehand, listen to the old tales of their violence and ruthlessness and spit it back out to them? He knew nothing of that. His knowledge of the Island's most prevalent clans and tribes stemmed from those who were willing to share their knowledge with him — the reward of information after a successful hit done for them beforehand. The information he had on The Pitt was limited, but he knew enough to know that they were a brutal bunch and not to be messed with.
"Each member follows their own laws," the horned jaguar finally responded, his rich gaze shifting between the other panther and the soft, quite interesting shadows that swirled around him, crawling between his legs like black snakes. That was, at least, the greatest impression he got of their group. "Help each other, but only each other. It takes great strength and will to survive in this place among you folk. If I hadn't known that, I would not be here." His eyes met the Skald's once more, a certain flair of determination now upon them. He knew that he was no weakling, no future corpse rotting away amongst the dunes. He was a hearty beast, more than enough to take on the challenges of The Pitt.
[glow=#f4c430,2,300]how to rob men blind[/glow] — ♠