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BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
graphic gore ★ genderfluid ★ five-eyed white wolf
Vale’s right eyes twitched. This was going to be a long listening session, eh? Maybe ve should’ve brought a pen and paper, all this shit was going to spill out of vis brain if ve wasn’t careful. Politely, Vale stifled a yawn and sat down on vis haunches, tallying all the points up in a mental list.
Well, until Olalla went for a personal attack on the birds. All five eyes narrowed. The wolf chewed on vis tongue until the grey muscle bled red.
“Hmmmmm, I don’t mind a good roast, but don’t project your insecurities on me. I’d say I have far more friends than you—isn’t that why you couldn’t ignore me when I returned?” The wolf bit at the fur growing between vis toes, lips pulled back in an ugly snarl. Sludge leaked from vis mouth; the fur remained, stained black. “I’ll have to cancel my hunting trip with Aegon. We were going to hunt for Tanglers, but I suppose we can redirect our exuberance elsewhere.”
Vale paused from tearing at vis paw to grin at Olalla. Ve shook out the paw—not even bothering to watch the skin and fur sloughing off—and the flesh regrew as Olalla explained further details. Ahaha, a Pitt without a desert problem and paws without fur feathers!
“Birds? Aight. Outposts? Aight. Producing our own cows and chickens? Sure, and I’ll round up that starter herd from the wilds for you. Regrowing the jungle? About fucking time. You know that’s the original reason why I sided with Stryker and used the Coalition against Gael, eh? The Malus’s didn’t hold up their end of the bargain, but I suppose our agreement became worthless, as they both were dead when I ascended power.” Vale rolled all five eyes. “The wife managed to get tropical plants to work in tundra, you’d think she could’ve stuck around enough to reforge our territory.”
“But I’ll let you handle those alliance negotiations. I’m absolute trash tier at anything involving peaceful exchanges.” Vale pressed a paw to vis jaw, popped it, and sighed in mild annoyance.
“Hmm, those skald rank additions though? You gotta keep the ranks streamlined. The Pitt isn’t known for intelligence. You muddle up the hierarchy too much, and idiots start brawling for power. Make titles like the Typhoon or Tanglewoods have if you want to reward specialists without making it a full rank in the hierarchy.”
Vale stretched out vis shoulder—popping every vertebrae in the neck—and grimaced. Ve’d meant to put the shoulder back into place. “Otherwise, it’ll get confusing. A skald in charge of teaching trying to tell a bonecollector the history of the Typhoon's hatred of us before they start pulling prank shit on the pirates? A healer-type scald trying to order a marauder out of the battlefield for grievous injuries? Just keep it so the skalds prove themselves watching the border and being assistants to the higher ups, and add titles for specializations you want. Then you’ll end up with a marauder good at battlefield medic shit, a bonecollector good at mentorship, and so on.”
[member=8745]Olalla[/member]
YOU NEVER TRUSTED ME ★ Well, until Olalla went for a personal attack on the birds. All five eyes narrowed. The wolf chewed on vis tongue until the grey muscle bled red.
“Hmmmmm, I don’t mind a good roast, but don’t project your insecurities on me. I’d say I have far more friends than you—isn’t that why you couldn’t ignore me when I returned?” The wolf bit at the fur growing between vis toes, lips pulled back in an ugly snarl. Sludge leaked from vis mouth; the fur remained, stained black. “I’ll have to cancel my hunting trip with Aegon. We were going to hunt for Tanglers, but I suppose we can redirect our exuberance elsewhere.”
Vale paused from tearing at vis paw to grin at Olalla. Ve shook out the paw—not even bothering to watch the skin and fur sloughing off—and the flesh regrew as Olalla explained further details. Ahaha, a Pitt without a desert problem and paws without fur feathers!
“Birds? Aight. Outposts? Aight. Producing our own cows and chickens? Sure, and I’ll round up that starter herd from the wilds for you. Regrowing the jungle? About fucking time. You know that’s the original reason why I sided with Stryker and used the Coalition against Gael, eh? The Malus’s didn’t hold up their end of the bargain, but I suppose our agreement became worthless, as they both were dead when I ascended power.” Vale rolled all five eyes. “The wife managed to get tropical plants to work in tundra, you’d think she could’ve stuck around enough to reforge our territory.”
“But I’ll let you handle those alliance negotiations. I’m absolute trash tier at anything involving peaceful exchanges.” Vale pressed a paw to vis jaw, popped it, and sighed in mild annoyance.
“Hmm, those skald rank additions though? You gotta keep the ranks streamlined. The Pitt isn’t known for intelligence. You muddle up the hierarchy too much, and idiots start brawling for power. Make titles like the Typhoon or Tanglewoods have if you want to reward specialists without making it a full rank in the hierarchy.”
Vale stretched out vis shoulder—popping every vertebrae in the neck—and grimaced. Ve’d meant to put the shoulder back into place. “Otherwise, it’ll get confusing. A skald in charge of teaching trying to tell a bonecollector the history of the Typhoon's hatred of us before they start pulling prank shit on the pirates? A healer-type scald trying to order a marauder out of the battlefield for grievous injuries? Just keep it so the skalds prove themselves watching the border and being assistants to the higher ups, and add titles for specializations you want. Then you’ll end up with a marauder good at battlefield medic shit, a bonecollector good at mentorship, and so on.”
[member=8745]Olalla[/member]
BUT I’M OVER IT NOW
[sub][W]isker[/sub]
METAMORPHOSIS
all that is left is the change !
Descendants of the Departed ★ Inquisitor of Requiem's Creation
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