[Monthly News : September 1//Harvest] Harbor a Mauling

[Olalla]

Olalla G. Semenov

Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot

The beast's half-lidded gaze peeled away from Chernabog, away from Kold to the creatures that spilled in past sandy pillars and sandy walls with an imposing glare; ears flicking forward as he shifted his weight. Olalla blinked lazily, turning his head toward the sharp-tongued dragon. "The buffalo is not to be harmed, bring it to me alive," the beast continued with clicking teeth. "Hell, if you can find a female while you're out there too, that'd be amazing." Olalla shook his face free of crawling, biting flies. "We'd be able to breed more white buffalo for The Crimson Nile's sacrifice each harvest. But beggars can't be choosers so the male will have to do. For now."

The behemoth cleared his throat, not bothering to reiterate nor elaborate and instead moved quickly onto the next question. A new voice broke the chattering, abstract tones and sounds. "Cobra, you may go with Damion and his patrol. I expect you to take note of the fauna and flora." Olalla raised a brow as he leaned forward, maybe expecting a bit too much. Wasn't out of character for him, though. "We need to know everything about this new land before we send any more people out there."

#psychosocial.

[AEGON]

ONCE YOU COMMITTED ME

A task for him. Aegon's arrival was no surprise, as he enjoyed watching the mortals squeal over drama, but he did not expect to walk up to his name being called. The lion's brows caved downwards. Eyes narrowed in interested. He listened with careful consideration, occasionally turning his head towards other names that were called. 'Chernabog.' 'Night of No Stars.' He did not know the two closely, nor did he know anyone present closely, but they would be a welcomed presence on their hunt.

Before his head turned back to Olalla, Chernabog's cocky snort crossed his hearing. The lion's eyes turned on them like daggers, although out of concern and not malice. "I would never," he rumbled back. Death did not fail at his job and according to his roster, a buffalo was set to die. Fate never lied. At least not yet. With Night of No Star's own affirmation, he turned back to the leader with satisfaction.

The other announcements barely pleased the horseman, but his attention drew back in with Olalla's reply to Chernabog. 'Alive.' The buffalo was to be brought back healthy and to be bred? Aegon could see the potential. More souls for damnation, but he had hoped for death to sweep them off their feet swiftly. Death came to everyone eventually, after all. Fate never lies. "Understood," came his deep call. This worked better in his favor.

Aegon shifted from his sitting position and moved onto his paws, standing tall for the others to see. "Shall we head out?" he lamely drawled.

NOW YOU'VE ACQUITTED ME

[Cobra]

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Break down, only alone I will cry on out -

as a small child shoved her towards bai shi. of course, three legs a balanced feline doth not make. the six month old kitten sized woman toppled sideways and scrabled slowly to her feet. eyes finding boy and her panic fading into amused purrs and a soft smile. the woman would turn and fall into step with the kid. casting a glance at kold to make sure the other was okay with this.

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[blackjack]

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ACTIONS | "SPEAKING" | THINKING | TELEPATHY

The Harvest. Something he admittedly hadn't heard of until recently. He wasn't one for parties and the like, though the idea of games and perhaps a bit of gambling always felt tempting. He would have to feel things out for himself, it seemed.

His ears twitched at the mention of a buffalo sighting in the meadows. Though he would not join the hunters on their mission, he saw the value of bringing a male and female back alive if they could. Having the steady supply for meat and bone would not be something to complain about. He hoped, too, that they would quickly progress to the construction of pens in their territory — they would need something sturdy to keep the buffalo along with cattle and other bovine beasts in their safe, rightful place.

There was a multitude of work to prepare for the Harvest, and he would be no stranger to the labor. Olalla had mentioned the work-in-progress construction of the aviary, which Blackjack had been tasked with overseeing. The building process first began quite a while ago, and since then it had neared the end of its creation, thankfully. "We've made excellent progress with the aviary," he announced. "The structure is up, just needs its residents." Some touching up wouldn't hurt anyone, though, so he figured he could enlist one or two Pittians to tweak and clean up the construction to prepare it for the arrival of the birds, which the rest would hunt down.

He perked up a bit at the mention of bringing clean water to the jungle town. Were they ready for it? "Since the aviary is almost set, we could make some progress towards an aqueduct system. At least map it out for now," the feline added. "Might need a few more hands for it — could wait 'til after the Harvest preparations are done." The aviary didn't take much manpower, but a full-blown functioning water delivery system would take quite a bit more effort to piece together and maintain, and it would be an operation best done when there were more available for the task. With many members receiving some sort of assignment pertaining to the Hunt and Harvest, it was likely not something that could be done immediately.

bio — attack in #f4c430

#psy.

[Chernabog]

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I'VE LOST ALL FORM OF UNITY-

Alive. Alright, so that put a small dampener of things. With a nod and a grunt, she stood up. "Yes, sir." She turned her scowling gaze to Aegon and Night, tail swaying as she turned around. "Might as well start now. Get some rope, we don't need the bull thrashing around in my talons." She snorted, and started heading away on foot.

// low muse

WHERE HAS MY LIFE GONE?

CHERNABOG - WESTERN DRAGON - THE PITT

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[DAMION MAVERICK]

"CALL ME MAVERICK"

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this intrigued him - he hadn't heard of the harvest before but it sounded interesting. he was to lead a patrol? that he was fine with, back when he was living with the golden eye he had taken plenty out. however this was different. he knew little to none of these people he was tasked to lead, so best get to know them, ay?

he rose to his paws with a small rumble in his throat and padded forwards, acknowledging olalla's call with a nod. vale exiled? how interesting. they couldn't kill vem on sight? how annoying. well, anyways, better listen to the leader than anything else.

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INNER CIRCLE - SPEECH - THOUGHTS - TAGS