//apologies! had work + a concert <333

There laid another villain among society. Fourthwall wasn't The Pitt's only shadow. In plain view, an ardent with great valor thrived. For a long time, he preached his power and greatness those around him. Some followed in his efforts, others doubted him, but eventually The Pitt's hierarchy collapsed. All it took was capturing two buffoons. With pride, Jervis rose to The Pitt's throne. Since then, he ravaged throughout the groups. Every group on the island had a taste of his wrath. From Elysium's ashes to The Blackguard's demise, he had managed to cause utter chaos. The war was in his favor.

Nevertheless, all villains had their weakness. The vulpine lacked physical strength, but made up for up with his sociable personality. Through manipulation, he managed to sway others to his side for assistance. From brutes by his side to planned spies in other clans, Jervis had everyone in his grip. Now all he needed was someone dearest to his heart. Someone that was willing to do anything for him.

From the groundfloor of the jungle, Jervis had been wandering about. He had only paused when spotting a treehouse in the area above him with a cocky hellhound laying on it's top. Among closer inspection, the fox determined it to be Fourthwall. He considered walking along momentarily, seeing that they weren't in good terms in the first place, but remained in place. It seemed as if he had to converse.

The ardent promptly cleared his throat. "Greetings," he called up. For a moment he debated wandering into the treehouse, but held himself back. Their previous encounters were not pleasant. He'd much rather avoid a beating. "You look rather relaxed," Jervis continued on instead. "May I join you?"

Upon Fourthwall’s word, Jervis ascended to the treehouse’s top. He really struggled with getting on top of the roof due to his small stature, but ultimately got up there with no discomfort to show it. With a sigh, the male settled down next to Fourthwall. He was uncomfortably close, almost giving off an intimidating vibe. His presence always had to be on the highest tier. Then he rolled onto his side, spreading out in the jungle sun. For a moment, he took it all in before commenting further to Fourthwall.

Why had he come today? Good question. Perhaps even the ardent didn’t know. ”Mere curiosity,” he explained. His excuse was lackluster, but he figured he had to muster up some type of response that would spark up a conversation. ”We didn’t necessarily get off on the right foot.” For his own benefit, he’d like to resolve their problems and further their relationship away from the dismay. ”I figured,” he drawled on, ”That perhaps we could get past that and work together otherwise.” The fox’s head tilted off to the side. Whatever his comment implied was unknown af the moment, but Jervis figured Fourthwall would soon find out it’s true purpose.

//apologies!!

Jervis lamely sighed. Couldn't Fourthwall see where his priorities lied already? "Well," he enthused, "I do have a legacy to uphold." Perhaps even a family legacy. Something that he dearly wished to depart from it's previous reputation given by his parents. This though, was referencing his own reputation. Family was only a small part of it. If he could somehow manage to let the world know his name, praising what he had, then perhaps he'd gain a bit more power over what he currently had. After all, torture couldn't solve all of his problems.

"We can work together to uphold my reign. In exchange for your protection-" His golden eye scanned the dog up and down, a smirk appearing on his lips. "You'll receive my gratitude." Perhaps that wasn't a lot to some, but his gratitude and trust meant higher ranks. Plus priority on the newer rascals they've captured. To Jervis though, power meant everything. Fourthwall could want something more though... Something deeper. Whatever the ardent had to do, then so be it.

//apologies for being so late!!

Fourthwall's words caught his interest. Jervis' had never endowed in the opposite gender, as he was closeted as most were. For a royal like himself, being his true self was controversial. Where could it lead? Would being himself cause a dystrophic mess? After all, being with women had never been a problem for the male. They gave him the pleasure he desired and provided a way to continue his family name through children, but none ever had the luck of bearing his children yet. Still, it was never.... right.

Admittedly, There was something about the larger male that caused his heart to flutter though. With his smooth entry into the subject, the ardent couldn't help but move forward. A mirroring smirk appeared on his lips. "I think that's fair," he reminisced, "But it stays between us." A tyrannical leader didn't need to been seen with a empathetic sidepiece.

A mischievous glint appeared in his golden stare as his head craned off to the side. The vulpine attempted to push himself onto Fourthwall, brushing his small body against their side. "We can start now?" Jervis cooed. For a moment he glared though. "If you agree to those terms, of course."