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In light of the recent events he finds himself increasingly annoyed with Olive and Dakarai and as she appears and proceeds to take over there is a lash of Ceannasach’s tail and a flash of his teeth. He does not need her help. They have broken his trust and he is greatly stung by it (particularly by Olive’s breaking of his trust) and it shows in his dominance and aggression which the gangster does not attempt to reign in. He does not care if this girl knows he is Ceannasach. As far as he is concerned he has no red herring for the moment and for the time being: he is fine with it. He has to know he can trust the red herring and his trust is such a fragile thing when it comes to Dakarai and Olive. This Kitsch should know he (and Lotte) are the king and queen of this forest. Until things were …straightened out that is what Arturo thinks is the most important thing. His burning gaze flickers back to Kitsch, unable to help but wonder if Olive truly grasped just how angry he truly was with her and her ebony lover.
Arturo watched with stoic impassiveness as Kitsch made a submissive show, moaning her words and spoke, with a look that struck Arturo as pathetic. He answers it silently with a hard gleam in his fiery irises. If he is meant to be moved: he is not. He is not a theatrical beast and he only enjoys theater when it is put on display for him by Lotte (though he is, admittedly, a bit biased). “And what makes you think that Teaghlaigh is for you?” He inquires, the smoky timbre of his deep, accented voice a deceptively soft command for an answer. “Teaghlaigh is a Family but it is run as a tight ship,” A ship that he had obviously let go too loose for too long. “we are a close-knit pack,” Or we were he thinks darkly. “extremely territorial,” Ceannasach continues on anyway, not intending to end his little speech until he has said everything and articulated is as clear a way as he can so that Kitsch could decide for herself if she truly wanted to join Teaghlaigh or not. “There are only two rules that the wolves of Teaghlaigh are expected to obey and enforce — and if they break them will be severely punished for it — Ceannasach’s Word is Law —” He supposes that he should include Lotte’s rank in that but he has always seen himself as the voice of all leadership in situations. “and The Family before Everything Else. If you think you can obey and enforce these laws then perhaps we can talk further of the skills you can bring to us.” Arturo leaves it open for her to jump into the skills she has to offer if she decides to accept, his ears cupping forth atop his sharp crown at attention.
[/td][/tr][/table]Arturo watched with stoic impassiveness as Kitsch made a submissive show, moaning her words and spoke, with a look that struck Arturo as pathetic. He answers it silently with a hard gleam in his fiery irises. If he is meant to be moved: he is not. He is not a theatrical beast and he only enjoys theater when it is put on display for him by Lotte (though he is, admittedly, a bit biased). “And what makes you think that Teaghlaigh is for you?” He inquires, the smoky timbre of his deep, accented voice a deceptively soft command for an answer. “Teaghlaigh is a Family but it is run as a tight ship,” A ship that he had obviously let go too loose for too long. “we are a close-knit pack,” Or we were he thinks darkly. “extremely territorial,” Ceannasach continues on anyway, not intending to end his little speech until he has said everything and articulated is as clear a way as he can so that Kitsch could decide for herself if she truly wanted to join Teaghlaigh or not. “There are only two rules that the wolves of Teaghlaigh are expected to obey and enforce — and if they break them will be severely punished for it — Ceannasach’s Word is Law —” He supposes that he should include Lotte’s rank in that but he has always seen himself as the voice of all leadership in situations. “and The Family before Everything Else. If you think you can obey and enforce these laws then perhaps we can talk further of the skills you can bring to us.” Arturo leaves it open for her to jump into the skills she has to offer if she decides to accept, his ears cupping forth atop his sharp crown at attention.
wreathed in iron and in fire
i bare my bloody teeth
and only pity makes my strike so clean
i bare my bloody teeth
and only pity makes my strike so clean
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of dancers and dreamers - by Kitsch - February 12, 2017, 11:19 PM
RE: of dancers and dreamers - by Arturo - February 14, 2017, 03:37 PM
RE: of dancers and dreamers - by Olive - February 15, 2017, 01:31 AM
RE: of dancers and dreamers - by Kitsch - February 16, 2017, 12:16 AM
RE: of dancers and dreamers - by Arturo - February 16, 2017, 01:42 PM
RE: of dancers and dreamers - by Olive - February 16, 2017, 10:00 PM
RE: of dancers and dreamers - by Kitsch - February 19, 2017, 04:20 PM
RE: of dancers and dreamers - by Arturo - February 20, 2017, 03:01 PM
RE: of dancers and dreamers - by Kitsch - February 20, 2017, 03:56 PM