04-03-2022, 03:34 AM
Olalla G. Semenov
Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot
Olalla watched as the white Serval played follow the fuckin leader in the Plaza, looking up as Vale flew overhead to land on the felines head. Not only did they ignore Arthur, Serpentine, and Kold, but Vale as well. That would not fly.
What were they doing in the central pieces of the territory? How did they get in? Who let them in? The beast stood up, his tail swaying slowly behind him and his hackles raised. Olalla let out a throaty growl, saliva slipping past black lips to meet with the sandy stone he stood upon; the creature drifted to the side, bee-lining to stand in front of the train of animals.
With a snarly bugle, Olalla, being the asshole he is, darted forward toward the white serval and, using his large head, attempted to ram the feline. If successful, the beast would then move to pin the creature down.
What were they doing in the central pieces of the territory? How did they get in? Who let them in? The beast stood up, his tail swaying slowly behind him and his hackles raised. Olalla let out a throaty growl, saliva slipping past black lips to meet with the sandy stone he stood upon; the creature drifted to the side, bee-lining to stand in front of the train of animals.
With a snarly bugle, Olalla, being the asshole he is, darted forward toward the white serval and, using his large head, attempted to ram the feline. If successful, the beast would then move to pin the creature down.
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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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