04-03-2022, 03:17 AM
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
Olalla had been sitting down where the lip of the jungle and the desert met, a small fire gently swaying in front of him. An iguana he had snagged off of a tree near the Nile, spiked by a sharpened stick, hung over the fire; sizzling every so often.
His eyes lifted from the cooking food to the awkward body that roamed the mouth of the Plaza. "Kold," Olalla exclaimed, lifting his thick frame to sit onto his haunches now. "Come on over here!" She didn't have to, though he'd be a bit surprised if she did given the fact that she hated him. For good reason he supposed, though that reason was oblivious to him. Doubtful she'd tell him.
Kold didn't look too good, she looked like a plant who'd been choked of its water for 2 weeks, perhaps she was hungry? Which reminded him to send a party to clean up the banks of the Nile, they could use the bones for more tools and decorations; to make this place at least feel comfy to those who live in it.
His eyes lifted from the cooking food to the awkward body that roamed the mouth of the Plaza. "Kold," Olalla exclaimed, lifting his thick frame to sit onto his haunches now. "Come on over here!" She didn't have to, though he'd be a bit surprised if she did given the fact that she hated him. For good reason he supposed, though that reason was oblivious to him. Doubtful she'd tell him.
Kold didn't look too good, she looked like a plant who'd been choked of its water for 2 weeks, perhaps she was hungry? Which reminded him to send a party to clean up the banks of the Nile, they could use the bones for more tools and decorations; to make this place at least feel comfy to those who live in it.
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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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