[O, Urgent] Run Away and Never Return

[Olalla]

Olalla G. Semenov

Male— Ardent— The Pitt— Bio.— Plot

Olalla padded up upon the platform with his brow furrowed, and his lip curled back in an atrocious sneer, claws scraping the rotting wood. The beast's demeanor was, perhaps, the oddest it had been upon usurping the Pittian throne. It was a boiling concoction of anger, jealousy, of happiness, fear, of sadness even. Olalla didn't know what to think. Should he be sad? Happy? Should he be fearful of Vale's patterned flee? Jealous of Vale's wiggle room to just up and leave? Sad that his lazy Secondary left, leaving him with everything that wasn't finished in Vale's name once again? Or should he be happy that Vale's two-faced, traitorous scum is out of his territory. Out of his ranks, out of him.

The cumbersome beast stood there, looking at the twinkling sands and swaying palms. Several, long moments scuttled along the rotting wood. Olalla raised his head, mouth agape, and let out a shaky bugle; body following as he stood carefully upon back legs. After finishing, he let his body fall with a loud THUMP! The creature watched as animals of all faces, shapes, sizes poured out like syrup from their wooded homes.

"I have come to inform you of some recent information regarding The Pitt," Olalla began, his head held high despite his distant, feverish look. "Your beloved Vale has, once again, left you. Vey have left you hung high and dry in this hot hell. Just as vey had before, just as vey have done again. Foolish, foolish was I to allow Vale back into The Pitt! Into our lives! Into our children's lives!" The beast shook his head scornfully, toward nothing but himself. Foolish, prideful, desperate. Desperate for respect, desperate for validation. Hands grasping for anything. "Vey have done nothing for you! Nothing for The Pitt," Olalla exclaimed, teeth bared and clicking against each other as he spoke. "We cannot coddle dead weight and dead weight may vey be. They have caused nothing but trouble..." Teeth parted slowly, face softening gently. "Of course... vey were always there to get us out of trouble again-" Olalla shook his head, snorting. "May vey're death be quick but painful."

The beast's head nodded, finishing his small rant. "With Vale's retreat, I am left without a Co-Ardent. And I will continue to have a vacant rank, as it lays to rest. I will be forming a Council, a Council of only the smartest, most adept members of The Pitt to hold this title," the beast paused to look around the crowd, eyeing each and every face. "The Council itself will act as an advisor, 5 members for 5 branches of government within The Pitt. Councilman of Arms, Councilman of Agriculture, Councilman of Relations, Councilman of Wellbeing, and Councilman of Imports and Exports. You will not be called upon if I do not see you fit, take it personally if you want, I really don't care."

His eyes fluttered around the crowd, scanning and examining. "Kold, you are now promoted to Councilman of Wellbeing and by extension, Boy will have protection under the Di Angelo name. Blackjack, you are now promoted to Councilman of Relations. Bai Shi, you are now promoted to Councilman of Arms and by extension, Malak will have protection under the Lingré name. Jormungand you are now promoted to Councilman of Imports and Exports. Councilman of Agriculture will be put on hold, I will hold this title temporarily until I find someone fitting."

"That is all," the beast said, wincing as he turned; a piercing pain shooting behind his eyes. Olalla did his best to hide it, hiding the weakness, hiding the chance of a challenge. A challenge he may not win in this health. In this damned mortal body.

#psychosocial.