Judged, bit, and shaded on // Olalla

[Kold]

I WANNA BE NOTICED TOO!

kold — female — Pitt — Newblood — Hard — Bio

Another snort left Kold, this time, a weak red flame sprouted from her lips, flickering away almost instantly. Though she did not say anything, she turned her gaze toward the fire. Yes, she hated him immensely. For what he had and what she didn't.

She listened as the beast spoke, and with each word she found herself getting angrier and angrier. To the point that her forelegs shook with the fury she felt. Forcing a few deep breaths, she turned to face the Ardent she so desperately wanted gone for the moment. "There was an Ardent who had a very similar ideology to you. Before Vale, before Dante. I was young, naive, and thought he would make this place so much better. We hardly did anything under his reign." She seethed, though now the anger was redirected at this aforementioned Ardent. "We didn't fight back when our Grand Pyramid was shattered by The Coalition. We were constantly approached by Tanglewood for some fucking stupid thing like a punishment that we should have carried out, not them. Jormungand is a Pittian, not a Tangler." She shook her fur gently.

"Moving on. What I'm trying to say is: You better keep up that promise for 'A Better Pitt'. If you up and leave us, I'll hunt you down and drag your rat-looking ass back here for proper punishment." She narrowed her eyes, but sighed and shook her head. Looking to the lizard, she shook her head again. "Despite my deathly appearance, I haven't been too hungry." She spoke, completely ignoring the fact she pretty much spoke a speech to Olalla.

#psy.