ardent

Fightin' Dirty

Jupiter



Pestilence

Loner

age
3 Years
gender
Female
gems
159
size
Dire wolf
build
Medium
posts
319
player

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01-26-2020, 07:31 PM
Find #13





Pestilence's nose followed his reaching paw, the flick landing upon her chin and causing a startled and betrayed gasp to pull from her throat. Her eyes narrowed, but before she could retaliate he was continuing. "I don't have servants or pillows." Her grumbled retort came, but regardless she kept her gaze upon him as he considered her question. "What kind of awful dipshit makes fun of an orphan?" The pup stood then, her jaws parting in disbelief as she stared up at him. "Oh come on, not you too. I thought you were cool." What the hell was wrong with making fun of an orphan? Gadreel deserved it, and Pestilence would go to her grave saying so.

Somehow her words seemed to off-center the man, and Pestilence could not possibly understand what she'd said wrong. She stared blankly at him, not understanding his distinction between the two types of speech. "Isn't this pup 101? to find a low-life piece of shit to teach you the things parents won't?" The pup squinted suspiciously at him, wondering how this is the ethical hill he'd choose to die on. "If mom hears me say even one word of this I'll be on my ass out the door." Her sentences were coming slower now, a great deal of thought being put into each and every one to ensure she injected the proper naughty word.

This wolf was good at undermining her, and Pestilence laughed sarcastically and without humor in his direction. "No, the alpha wasn't my mother. That's small shit. The alpha's name is Sirius and he's probably a better fighter then even you are." She sniffed, turning her head a small ways away from him as if the very thought was beneath her. "And by the time I had enough herbs for the poopedemic the fucking volcano had to come ruin everything." Pestilence found it hard not to be upset at the angry force of nature, especially when it came perfectly timed to prevent her from polluting the lake with laxatives.

When he spoke about getting down to business, Pestilence's tail began to wag. She crouched low as if she was to pounce, eagerly awaiting the lesson she'd dreamed of. Kicking dirt? She'd never thought of that. But his words gave her pause and she directed a questioning frown his way. "Who cares if you're a chickenshit?" Pestilence sure as hell didn't. He mentioned the balls, and the pup squinted over at the blue man's own parts. Typically in a lesson, her teachers let her practice on them. Should she dare? Lavender gaze drifted back up to his face and the hastily decided that any ball stomping should be limited to family members who wouldn't be able to retaliate. After a moment of consideration, she spoke up once more - voice flat. "I can't reach the eyes. This advice will be useful in like two years."  

"Speech"
"Thinking"
"You."

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