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."
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."
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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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