09-23-2018, 10:09 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 540px; min-height: 6px; font-family:times new roman; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; color:; padding: 20px"]Was it right to feel a sliver of annoyance as he lay witness to his underlings showing the stranger mercy? Mercy. The Pitt. Both things were unlikely to mix well in his mind - at least, they never had mixed well underneath Yes Man, even if the former leader had a sunny disposition at his immediate disposal; it was then that Esklav came to the conclusion that he ought to be harder on them, if he were to drill that mentality into the core of their lifestyle. This behavior was only reserved for anyone but them. Any sensible Pittian - as far as he had observed - would do better leaving such a weak addition to the group on the ground to die for the carrion to eat, or roughly patch them up and use them for slave labor in the near future. Not only did they now have another mouth to feed with their already patchy food supply, but now their herbs were being used as well. And for what?
Someone not even deserving of their glance.
"No. Don't give him herbs - save them. He's not one of us. He's an outsider." the words were blunt, and the leopon's gaze was deadpan as he stared at the figure. "Back away, all of you. He will be taken to camp and bandaged up, but no more; if any one of you seeks to disobey, you'll join the slaves. Take this as a lesson: we are The Pitt, not Sunhaven, or the Ascendants; we are not hospitable, nor are we wasteful." the demiurge would move forward, and aim to pick up Rigel by the scruff so he could drag him back to camp. The dog was heavy, but not too heavy. If his advances were successful, he'd immediately set off without a second glance back.
Someone not even deserving of their glance.
"No. Don't give him herbs - save them. He's not one of us. He's an outsider." the words were blunt, and the leopon's gaze was deadpan as he stared at the figure. "Back away, all of you. He will be taken to camp and bandaged up, but no more; if any one of you seeks to disobey, you'll join the slaves. Take this as a lesson: we are The Pitt, not Sunhaven, or the Ascendants; we are not hospitable, nor are we wasteful." the demiurge would move forward, and aim to pick up Rigel by the scruff so he could drag him back to camp. The dog was heavy, but not too heavy. If his advances were successful, he'd immediately set off without a second glance back.