09-19-2018, 10:38 AM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 6px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Some would scorn the demiurge for regarding those below him as dimwitted and pathetic, but displays like this did nothing but confirm his observations. The idea that a sentient being would display such impulsive decision making all for another soul was nothing short of repulsive. The foolish female that showed up on their borders demanding her clanmate back did not acknowledge the fact that she was outnumbered and at risk of being killed by simply showing her face. "Your answer is no. Take it and leave; and when you do, bring someone of significant importance back our way. I have no time to talk to thralls." his tone was perfectly inoffensive, eyes boring into the Ascendant's unique form. The leopon was large in his own way as he made his way over before stopping abruptly, holding himself with not a sign of tension etched into his feline shape. He was not scared of the wench. Having a whole organization at your back - especially one as ruthless as The Pitt - tended to give one a sense of invulnerability.