Post by Darais on Jun 29, 2016 0:30:34 GMT -5
Syledia. Midnight Queen stuck around her home land, taking her fill of the buck that was still full with lots of meat. It seemed her Crew was either not eating their fill or still hunting for themselves as Zalie had made it clear she was still doing. The older girl rubbed the queen the wrong way, but surely once some words were exchanged the two should get along better, or so shed hoped. Once the queen had had her fill of the lovely buck she was so proud to have taken down, now covered in blood shed rise, shake out her fluffy coat and begin marking the land again. Oh the task she was becoming so used to doing, a crucial part in keeping the area known. Once finished the young bitch began walking up the edge of the rivers bank, taking in the scents that littered the land, some familiar, other not so. Syl made no effort in hiding herself from any prying eyes as she grew from a brisk walk to a steady trot, burning off some of the fat shed just devoured. Mmm fat.
Holster. Sleep did not bless this snotty creature. How long had it been? A twitch shot through his figure causing a rather large spasm. Upon the ground Holster lay on his side twitching like a dying rat. He began to slam his façade in the mud over and over again as if he was attempting to knock himself out. Insomnia or was it paranoia? It was quite possibly the two of them interlocked in passionate ties and unfortunately for Holster that meant being alert for an extended period of time only adding to his insanity. These sediments (like most of them) gnawed at the edges of his mind until it swallowed him whole. Usually it was exhaustion that caused lids to close over eyes- sometimes he really did knock himself out. Gums peeled allowing a fleshy tongue to loll out. (c)
Holster..Starving pants exited through his throat- dry and crusty. Holster smacked his jaws together in hope of swallowing any saliva but failed. Air. Dehydrated from running? That was it~ Oh well. It was better than being consumed by a hellion. Bloodied ear had dried in his already mangled fur, it twitched eavesdropping on the creatures of the evening. No threat. No no no. Thankfully! He did not think the blood queen would follow him here. To be honest she was the only real threat in this woodland and withheld the legend that he had taken under wing(d)
Darais was carrying around a dead rabbit. Not a big meal, but it was something! Now where did that mangy, peed on, mutt go? Jaws were wrapped around the prey, enough to not let it fall, but not so hard as to get sore. Yes, he did go hunting right away; and yes he has been carrying that thing around all day and, what was starting to look like, all night. Somehow, he would still trot about, as if he could never just walk without a happy bounce in his steps. Muffled calls for.. “Yuuff?!’’ were called out, since he still never learned the name of that creature. He would respond to ‘you’, right? Snout picked up on the little queen’s scent. Brows knitted, causing his cream fur to crease at the top. How did he feel about her? He didn’t know her well enough, but found she was a bit of a loose cannon. Yet, he was never one to judge on first impressions! Or in this case, seconds.. Third times a charm, yes? Maybe that rusty looking wolf is with her now. His eyes widened a second, and his tail started swinging happily. Maybe they were playing a nice game! And better yet, maybe he could play too! Wouldn’t that be fun?! Excitement added to his bounce, had him practically skipping over to where... Was it, Syldia? He couldn’t remember her name perfect, but hoped that could be corrected soon!
Syledia. Bitch caught whiff of the mangy mutt as she grew to a trot, slowing once again syl began to scan the landscape for the annoyance that seemed to infest the land. Intense honey eyes spotted the creature, and whats this? Beating its mangy head on the ground like a deranged animal. Syl screwed up her mask as she approached with caution. "Got a couple screws loose don't ya." shed spit out at the creature as she came to a halt a good distance from him, slightly shadowed by the dark of the night and the overcast from the trees that towered over them. If he were to look at her all he would notice was her vibrant eyes glowing in the shadows. Hints of the other wolf wafted into her nostrils, followed by his catch that dripped with fresh blood. Mmm, blood. Midnight Queen had her first real taste of blood lust when shed taken down the large buck, shed savored the feeling and the taste like never before, and since then shed longed for the desire to return. >>
Syledia. It seemed the love for blood had been passed down the genes, the perfect mixture of blood lust and compassion from her elders. <<
Holster. Sleep you immature fuckafuckhead! No you sleep! NO YOU. Voices non-existent wrestled each other about being somnolent. How ironic. A snort pushed out of cracked nostrils- clearly unimpressed. They figuratively rolled and coiled around each other attempting to get one to die or at least suicide. Either way at this point Hol would pay to see one of the voices die. He wanted some shut eye! "Shut your FUCKIN' face." He barked lowly, the warning out of his larynx had been the most threatening since he had gotten here. Maxilla snapped and hiked to new and unimpressed altitudes. Irritation was displayed through his erratic movement as burly structure lay on the hard ground. The cool blades resting under him were no longer comfortable.(c)
Holster..Vexed about his current situation, he sat upward. "NOW YOU BOTH JUStruined it. Ruined...ruined RUINED." He started it. No he did. No really he- the nagging went back and forth. Holster just muttered to himself conversing. Until; they paused. Charcoal eyes flicked upward to spy the criticized 'queen'. For an instant- and only such; those yellow globes cut through his memory. A horrific beast of legend with midnight fur so black and extensive it acted as a fortress. He blinked quickly and gathered his screws. "AHAH. A few." He giggled. His whole posture seemed to transform. In that moment. Holster constructed those screws into a masterpiece. A puppet of death. Lips peeled over over used incisors. Did this pretty little thing want a fight? Because to be frank he was not intimidated by her at all. "To what do I owe this visit." He cantered his skull awkwardly and that disgusting smile reminded.(d)
Darais. Left, right, water... water.. FROG- No! Stay on track. That wolfy needs some food! Remember, he said he would get him food. He also told the others. He had his word to hold up to! Carrying this thing around for hours would have been a chore to most by now, yet Dar did not care. He had to feed the other male! Follow the lady~ Mouth clenched a little as that rancid odor was smelt again, but he ignored his impulse to gag. There is the other brute! Tail went into full swings now, swaying that butt of his as he pranced right up to them. No more waiting in the shadows! Booted obsidian paws would start to dig into the ground however, slowing him down and making him pause sooner than he had planned. This did not feel like playing! The tension felt as if it raised, there was a bubble around the two. This could go many ways, but if Dar had any input, it would not go bad! Placing the rabbit on his front paws, he would offer a quick smile before interrupting. ‘’Found you!’’ He barked out happily, emeralds still gentle, even as they gleamed in the dark. His gaze shifted back to the female. ‘’Oh goodie, you are here too!’’ He beamed out another smile. ‘’Did he accept your apology?’’ He asked, rambling on. He thought she needed to apologize. She almost took his ear off! That is RUDE. ‘’I hope so. I think we could all be friends.’’ A small murr was starting up under his words. ‘’I would like that, we could play some interesting games!’’ He wiggled his rump like a pup. “I love games!”
Syledia. Midnight lady stalked forward out of the shadows just a little as the hyena laugh erupted from the creature admitting he indeed had a few screws loose. Just as the lady suspected, oh well, we all cant have a sane mind now can we? Syl kept her distance from the mangy mutt as he seemed to twist into a new demeanor, like that of a marionette on strings. Interesting indeed. "Nothing special, you caught my attention on my run, I'll let you get back to beating your head off the ground, yes?" voice was void of any emotion as she spoke to the male. Syl was getting ready to return to her run as the chipper male from before entered the scene carrying his catch. Eyes became vicious as the male expected the encounter to be an apology, a laugh erupted from low in the queens chest. "A queen does not apologize for her actions." a snort was given before a flick of her tail was given out of annoyance, it seemed these two were closer than she thought.
Holster. That diabolical grin never left his abhorrent mug. Snot dripped from the open fleshy cavities and stained his upper lips in mucus. This sneer was completely directed towards the falsified queen, or so she had been dubbed one in his records. To groom the legend's land in urine was never overlooked- the fact he had gotten away with only a puncture through his soft and probably infected ear was a penalty not justified for his crime. The reprimand Antics had snarled frolicked through his impressionable mind. Hol's hypothesis was missing a few pieces, but he was sure that this resurrection was true- but he was offended as it seemed to be under rule of a bitch- who was not fit for the title she bore. Well, this was his humble opinion.. Hol's screws slowly were put into place as his stance took a change. (c)
Holster..The angel he had met prior had been the only wise one to witness the change and smell the impending danger. Fugly outcast detained an exterior of filth but under those ragged layers were muscle. Canine remain still, he was assessing his situation in glee! FUN FUN FUN, this was fun. The wounded ear tweaked. The burn of its pain was a reminder of the lass'. Before he could lunge a sparkling angel fluttered in sight and caused Hol to pause. Solid paws remained glued to the mud he stood upon. "So you did." He giggled, and gave that ruined tail of his a wag. "FOOD?" He chirped now excited and further rude to the queen in front of him. He paid her no mind. Not at all. But, he did bust out laughing in utter surprise. AN APOLOGY? (c)
Holster..That cackle wheezed out of his larynx and those screws were all over the ground again. "AHAHAahaha- aaaaaaaaha." He choked on dry saliva and snorted. Though it stopped erupt in a snarl as queen bitch spoke. "Well. I am hungry so. Bye!" He noted her arrogance but wasn't going to play into it. Any was free to join him as he pranced gleefully away~! (d)
Darais blinked a bit, then laughed. The male actually laughed before he could bite his tongue! Gasping as he realized he did something rude, he cleared his throat. His gaze traveled the young one. He guessed he was a few years older than her, even if he didn’t act like it. Oh well, one rude incident already happened. ‘’A queen? You acted like a child.’’ He stated, picking up his prey and laying it near the mental wolf. No fear, no need. He had treated him fair thus far. If he gets bitten, it will be his own fault for being too trusting. Yet, after his little laugh attack... Hol took the food and skipped off. This was fine with him. He read others well. Hol would say thanks later, when he wasn’t tripping over his own marbles. Dar turned to look back at the female. “You have ignored two strangers on your land. You did not even handle us coming and going. I have tried to talk to you twice, before tonight. And let alone the issue of, what is it, his peeing on your trees?’’ > His tone had completely changed, and his back was straight, his tail stiff. ‘’Do you know our names? Did you give him any warning? Did you even ask him why? Any words at all, other than rudeness and tantrums?’’ He questioned, ignoring her if she cut him off. ‘’He didn’t attack you, with words or violence. A challenge, maybe. Yet you did not even take the time to find out why, to learn anything. You attacked because you got angry, but it wasn’t even him who made you the angriest.’’ He tilted his head up slightly, looking down at her. ‘’You should take some advice; knowledge is power. You lack both, mentally and physically. Do not count on your speed too always save you.’’ His lids narrowed slightly. Oh ho! Male was not just a blonde airhead. ‘’Ignore my words if you want, attack me if you so please. You are not my queen. Do not ride the tail of your title. Respect has to be earned.’’ Maybe he did have some history in pack life after all.
Syledia. Young Queen watched as the cream wolf waltzed up to the mangy one, dropping his meal at his paws, if the mutt hadn't been so rude Syl might have actually done the same thing, regardless a smirk formed as Hol began to laugh hysterically followed by a choke and a snort, how attractive. Syl watched at Hol snatched the feast and took off. Lady went to return to her midnight run when the cream male began bitching at her for her actions. Golden eyes widened as he continued on, refusing to let her get a word in Syl just let him continue. As his words came to an end the black bitch approached, red tipped ears twitched in annoyance, first Antics, now this? No fucking way. "Who do you think you are talking to me in such a way? I own these lands, I do not answer to you, or anyone else. Do you think the former Alpha of this pack, Nakisai has allowed his lands to be urinated on? I think not." Syl's voice grew louder, teeth bore at the male. "Do you even know his name? >>
Syledia- If I recall correctly you scampered off before we had a chance to be properly introduced. Do not think that because I put him in his place that I lack the knowledge to be The Crew's queen. You are right, respect does have to be earned. I might be a young Queen, but I have every intention to bring back The Crews former glory. I have no desire to attack either of you, but I will not sit back and be trampled on by those who have not taken the time to respect my land. " With that the bitch would begin to turn away, shed said her fill. The once gentle lady was growing some balls after all. I guess Antics got to her. Syl hated the idea of displeasing her or her ancestors. <<
Darais raise a brow at her. “Who do I think I am? I saved you, my dear lady.” A smug little smile grew on that usually puppy innocent face. “I may not even know his name, but I know his nature. He would have shredded you. I am on no side.’’ He did not move, did not even defend himself as she got closer. “Are you Nakisai? Run the pack your way, but do it in a way your pack can respect you. As I have seen, they do not.’’ Blunt. Rude even, but he cannot hold it now. “I had tried twice. You do not deserve to know my name now. I tried to be proper with you. You were busy playing.’’ He stated, and then narrows his eyes once again. “If you don’t want to take my advice, then your pack might end up like mine...” He turned his back as well. “They all died under my rule... Would be a shame to see history repeat for someone else.’’ His tone was actually pitifully sad now. A clear of his throat fixed it. ‘’So if you want some advice from someone that is unbiased. Come find me. Being a good leader does not mean doing everything by yourself with an iron paw.’’ And with that, he took his leave as well.
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Holster. Sleep did not bless this snotty creature. How long had it been? A twitch shot through his figure causing a rather large spasm. Upon the ground Holster lay on his side twitching like a dying rat. He began to slam his façade in the mud over and over again as if he was attempting to knock himself out. Insomnia or was it paranoia? It was quite possibly the two of them interlocked in passionate ties and unfortunately for Holster that meant being alert for an extended period of time only adding to his insanity. These sediments (like most of them) gnawed at the edges of his mind until it swallowed him whole. Usually it was exhaustion that caused lids to close over eyes- sometimes he really did knock himself out. Gums peeled allowing a fleshy tongue to loll out. (c)
Holster..Starving pants exited through his throat- dry and crusty. Holster smacked his jaws together in hope of swallowing any saliva but failed. Air. Dehydrated from running? That was it~ Oh well. It was better than being consumed by a hellion. Bloodied ear had dried in his already mangled fur, it twitched eavesdropping on the creatures of the evening. No threat. No no no. Thankfully! He did not think the blood queen would follow him here. To be honest she was the only real threat in this woodland and withheld the legend that he had taken under wing(d)
Darais was carrying around a dead rabbit. Not a big meal, but it was something! Now where did that mangy, peed on, mutt go? Jaws were wrapped around the prey, enough to not let it fall, but not so hard as to get sore. Yes, he did go hunting right away; and yes he has been carrying that thing around all day and, what was starting to look like, all night. Somehow, he would still trot about, as if he could never just walk without a happy bounce in his steps. Muffled calls for.. “Yuuff?!’’ were called out, since he still never learned the name of that creature. He would respond to ‘you’, right? Snout picked up on the little queen’s scent. Brows knitted, causing his cream fur to crease at the top. How did he feel about her? He didn’t know her well enough, but found she was a bit of a loose cannon. Yet, he was never one to judge on first impressions! Or in this case, seconds.. Third times a charm, yes? Maybe that rusty looking wolf is with her now. His eyes widened a second, and his tail started swinging happily. Maybe they were playing a nice game! And better yet, maybe he could play too! Wouldn’t that be fun?! Excitement added to his bounce, had him practically skipping over to where... Was it, Syldia? He couldn’t remember her name perfect, but hoped that could be corrected soon!
Syledia. Bitch caught whiff of the mangy mutt as she grew to a trot, slowing once again syl began to scan the landscape for the annoyance that seemed to infest the land. Intense honey eyes spotted the creature, and whats this? Beating its mangy head on the ground like a deranged animal. Syl screwed up her mask as she approached with caution. "Got a couple screws loose don't ya." shed spit out at the creature as she came to a halt a good distance from him, slightly shadowed by the dark of the night and the overcast from the trees that towered over them. If he were to look at her all he would notice was her vibrant eyes glowing in the shadows. Hints of the other wolf wafted into her nostrils, followed by his catch that dripped with fresh blood. Mmm, blood. Midnight Queen had her first real taste of blood lust when shed taken down the large buck, shed savored the feeling and the taste like never before, and since then shed longed for the desire to return. >>
Syledia. It seemed the love for blood had been passed down the genes, the perfect mixture of blood lust and compassion from her elders. <<
Holster. Sleep you immature fuckafuckhead! No you sleep! NO YOU. Voices non-existent wrestled each other about being somnolent. How ironic. A snort pushed out of cracked nostrils- clearly unimpressed. They figuratively rolled and coiled around each other attempting to get one to die or at least suicide. Either way at this point Hol would pay to see one of the voices die. He wanted some shut eye! "Shut your FUCKIN' face." He barked lowly, the warning out of his larynx had been the most threatening since he had gotten here. Maxilla snapped and hiked to new and unimpressed altitudes. Irritation was displayed through his erratic movement as burly structure lay on the hard ground. The cool blades resting under him were no longer comfortable.(c)
Holster..Vexed about his current situation, he sat upward. "NOW YOU BOTH JUStruined it. Ruined...ruined RUINED." He started it. No he did. No really he- the nagging went back and forth. Holster just muttered to himself conversing. Until; they paused. Charcoal eyes flicked upward to spy the criticized 'queen'. For an instant- and only such; those yellow globes cut through his memory. A horrific beast of legend with midnight fur so black and extensive it acted as a fortress. He blinked quickly and gathered his screws. "AHAH. A few." He giggled. His whole posture seemed to transform. In that moment. Holster constructed those screws into a masterpiece. A puppet of death. Lips peeled over over used incisors. Did this pretty little thing want a fight? Because to be frank he was not intimidated by her at all. "To what do I owe this visit." He cantered his skull awkwardly and that disgusting smile reminded.(d)
Darais. Left, right, water... water.. FROG- No! Stay on track. That wolfy needs some food! Remember, he said he would get him food. He also told the others. He had his word to hold up to! Carrying this thing around for hours would have been a chore to most by now, yet Dar did not care. He had to feed the other male! Follow the lady~ Mouth clenched a little as that rancid odor was smelt again, but he ignored his impulse to gag. There is the other brute! Tail went into full swings now, swaying that butt of his as he pranced right up to them. No more waiting in the shadows! Booted obsidian paws would start to dig into the ground however, slowing him down and making him pause sooner than he had planned. This did not feel like playing! The tension felt as if it raised, there was a bubble around the two. This could go many ways, but if Dar had any input, it would not go bad! Placing the rabbit on his front paws, he would offer a quick smile before interrupting. ‘’Found you!’’ He barked out happily, emeralds still gentle, even as they gleamed in the dark. His gaze shifted back to the female. ‘’Oh goodie, you are here too!’’ He beamed out another smile. ‘’Did he accept your apology?’’ He asked, rambling on. He thought she needed to apologize. She almost took his ear off! That is RUDE. ‘’I hope so. I think we could all be friends.’’ A small murr was starting up under his words. ‘’I would like that, we could play some interesting games!’’ He wiggled his rump like a pup. “I love games!”
Syledia. Midnight lady stalked forward out of the shadows just a little as the hyena laugh erupted from the creature admitting he indeed had a few screws loose. Just as the lady suspected, oh well, we all cant have a sane mind now can we? Syl kept her distance from the mangy mutt as he seemed to twist into a new demeanor, like that of a marionette on strings. Interesting indeed. "Nothing special, you caught my attention on my run, I'll let you get back to beating your head off the ground, yes?" voice was void of any emotion as she spoke to the male. Syl was getting ready to return to her run as the chipper male from before entered the scene carrying his catch. Eyes became vicious as the male expected the encounter to be an apology, a laugh erupted from low in the queens chest. "A queen does not apologize for her actions." a snort was given before a flick of her tail was given out of annoyance, it seemed these two were closer than she thought.
Holster. That diabolical grin never left his abhorrent mug. Snot dripped from the open fleshy cavities and stained his upper lips in mucus. This sneer was completely directed towards the falsified queen, or so she had been dubbed one in his records. To groom the legend's land in urine was never overlooked- the fact he had gotten away with only a puncture through his soft and probably infected ear was a penalty not justified for his crime. The reprimand Antics had snarled frolicked through his impressionable mind. Hol's hypothesis was missing a few pieces, but he was sure that this resurrection was true- but he was offended as it seemed to be under rule of a bitch- who was not fit for the title she bore. Well, this was his humble opinion.. Hol's screws slowly were put into place as his stance took a change. (c)
Holster..The angel he had met prior had been the only wise one to witness the change and smell the impending danger. Fugly outcast detained an exterior of filth but under those ragged layers were muscle. Canine remain still, he was assessing his situation in glee! FUN FUN FUN, this was fun. The wounded ear tweaked. The burn of its pain was a reminder of the lass'. Before he could lunge a sparkling angel fluttered in sight and caused Hol to pause. Solid paws remained glued to the mud he stood upon. "So you did." He giggled, and gave that ruined tail of his a wag. "FOOD?" He chirped now excited and further rude to the queen in front of him. He paid her no mind. Not at all. But, he did bust out laughing in utter surprise. AN APOLOGY? (c)
Holster..That cackle wheezed out of his larynx and those screws were all over the ground again. "AHAHAahaha- aaaaaaaaha." He choked on dry saliva and snorted. Though it stopped erupt in a snarl as queen bitch spoke. "Well. I am hungry so. Bye!" He noted her arrogance but wasn't going to play into it. Any was free to join him as he pranced gleefully away~! (d)
Darais blinked a bit, then laughed. The male actually laughed before he could bite his tongue! Gasping as he realized he did something rude, he cleared his throat. His gaze traveled the young one. He guessed he was a few years older than her, even if he didn’t act like it. Oh well, one rude incident already happened. ‘’A queen? You acted like a child.’’ He stated, picking up his prey and laying it near the mental wolf. No fear, no need. He had treated him fair thus far. If he gets bitten, it will be his own fault for being too trusting. Yet, after his little laugh attack... Hol took the food and skipped off. This was fine with him. He read others well. Hol would say thanks later, when he wasn’t tripping over his own marbles. Dar turned to look back at the female. “You have ignored two strangers on your land. You did not even handle us coming and going. I have tried to talk to you twice, before tonight. And let alone the issue of, what is it, his peeing on your trees?’’ > His tone had completely changed, and his back was straight, his tail stiff. ‘’Do you know our names? Did you give him any warning? Did you even ask him why? Any words at all, other than rudeness and tantrums?’’ He questioned, ignoring her if she cut him off. ‘’He didn’t attack you, with words or violence. A challenge, maybe. Yet you did not even take the time to find out why, to learn anything. You attacked because you got angry, but it wasn’t even him who made you the angriest.’’ He tilted his head up slightly, looking down at her. ‘’You should take some advice; knowledge is power. You lack both, mentally and physically. Do not count on your speed too always save you.’’ His lids narrowed slightly. Oh ho! Male was not just a blonde airhead. ‘’Ignore my words if you want, attack me if you so please. You are not my queen. Do not ride the tail of your title. Respect has to be earned.’’ Maybe he did have some history in pack life after all.
Syledia. Young Queen watched as the cream wolf waltzed up to the mangy one, dropping his meal at his paws, if the mutt hadn't been so rude Syl might have actually done the same thing, regardless a smirk formed as Hol began to laugh hysterically followed by a choke and a snort, how attractive. Syl watched at Hol snatched the feast and took off. Lady went to return to her midnight run when the cream male began bitching at her for her actions. Golden eyes widened as he continued on, refusing to let her get a word in Syl just let him continue. As his words came to an end the black bitch approached, red tipped ears twitched in annoyance, first Antics, now this? No fucking way. "Who do you think you are talking to me in such a way? I own these lands, I do not answer to you, or anyone else. Do you think the former Alpha of this pack, Nakisai has allowed his lands to be urinated on? I think not." Syl's voice grew louder, teeth bore at the male. "Do you even know his name? >>
Syledia- If I recall correctly you scampered off before we had a chance to be properly introduced. Do not think that because I put him in his place that I lack the knowledge to be The Crew's queen. You are right, respect does have to be earned. I might be a young Queen, but I have every intention to bring back The Crews former glory. I have no desire to attack either of you, but I will not sit back and be trampled on by those who have not taken the time to respect my land. " With that the bitch would begin to turn away, shed said her fill. The once gentle lady was growing some balls after all. I guess Antics got to her. Syl hated the idea of displeasing her or her ancestors. <<
Darais raise a brow at her. “Who do I think I am? I saved you, my dear lady.” A smug little smile grew on that usually puppy innocent face. “I may not even know his name, but I know his nature. He would have shredded you. I am on no side.’’ He did not move, did not even defend himself as she got closer. “Are you Nakisai? Run the pack your way, but do it in a way your pack can respect you. As I have seen, they do not.’’ Blunt. Rude even, but he cannot hold it now. “I had tried twice. You do not deserve to know my name now. I tried to be proper with you. You were busy playing.’’ He stated, and then narrows his eyes once again. “If you don’t want to take my advice, then your pack might end up like mine...” He turned his back as well. “They all died under my rule... Would be a shame to see history repeat for someone else.’’ His tone was actually pitifully sad now. A clear of his throat fixed it. ‘’So if you want some advice from someone that is unbiased. Come find me. Being a good leader does not mean doing everything by yourself with an iron paw.’’ And with that, he took his leave as well.
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