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[JORMUNGAND Di ANGELO]

JORMUNGAND

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ah, the cocky arrogance of a newcomer. just waltzing himself into a place in the pitt and already making plans as if he had no true knowledge of what actually was happening with the pitt. people were still a bit confused about two ardents and now this guy was trying to stir up trouble. the skald rolled his eyes, flicking his tail. he had been sitting in the shadows, by the central plaza, when this fool announced his big plans of taking over.

the pitt had no enemies or allies as of yet, and it for sure was not a paleblood's job to call for war. the male stood up slowly, a languid yawn leaving him before he padded towards leon. "leon, we don't casually 'cause trouble' with packs we are neutral with." the honeyed italian accent, accompanied by a low purr-growl, lay thick in the air. "certainly not under the command of a newblood." why the typhoon of all places? they had no qualms, did they? not as far as the panther knew.

and why risk making the typhoon mad? they didn't need another war, did they? as much as jormungand's blood boiled for war he wasn't foolish enough to start something.

#psychosocial.