White lighting. Black embers. After that, there was nothing more. Flames encapsulated around the right side of his face, stealing away his vision. The beauty and confidence that came with his glory was forever tarnished during the Typhoon and Tanglewood's clever revenge. Within seconds, all was lost. It was as if once Crow threw him into the fire, his entire demeanor had changed. With plans down the drain and his appearance ruined, the narcissistic vulpine found himself at a fork in the road. Did he continue to put on a merciful facade or was he finally going to unleash hell upon his enemies once and for all? The decision was an easy one.

As Jervis stared into the waters, he gawked in disbelief at the remains of what was left. His paw stroked at the burns lightly. Every slow rub at the wound caused a shiver to run down his spine. It was safe to say that he was in shock. There was no coming back from what they had done to him. Yet there was still hope. This could all be a dream. Another one of his fantasies that had gone wrong.

He had to go on though. A future laid ahead of him of riches and power, yet he felt defeated. The ardent brought a bandage to his eye and secured it around his ear. It was wide enough to hide the burn, but not enough to hide the disappointed scowl. Then he went on with his day. Unlike his usual routine, Jervis avoided the people and kept to himself. Today he did not enjoy the attention. Even so, the spotlight was on him throughout the day. Pittians expected a meeting or perhaps a mutter in response to their wondrous questions, but all they received was silence. Thankfully, his day went quick. Soon enough he laid in the leader's temple, snuggled up in a mossy corner. Exhaustion lowered him into sleep easily.

Morning came quick. The leader rolled out of bed with high expectations, but was met with dismay. A paw raised towards his face and began to cautiously pat. He paused. The wound was still there. Reality had damned him to a sick fate. Jervis pulled his paw away from the blood soaked bandages. His eyes- no, eye- began to water and soon out came the alligator tears that Tanglewood's leader had caused.

Something in him changed though. His trepidation turned into savagery. Through a wave of childish sobbing, he let out a disgruntled growl and soon a stifled cackle. What once reminisced as disappointment became a rage-driven hope for revenge. Those that had wronged him would pay. Without another thought towards his appearance or stature, Jervis rose to his feet.

In a fury, the leader burst out of the leader's den and onto the meeting stage. Out of breath and full of rage, a shrill screech left Jervis. "PITTIANS GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE OR SO HELP ME GOD," came his fiery yell.  Whether this presentation of his ended up as him ranting for an hour or an execution, they better show up. There was a punishment in store for those who didn't.... and they should show up fast. He was already growing impatient.

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Wary and tired. That’s all he was. But the commands of Jervis yanked at this soul and could not be ignored. Like the constant and relentless cries of a child mid tantrum.


He sighed and sat, letting his tail brushed past Lynn in gentle and subtle greetings

He would look at Jervis and dip his head. Knowing to not linger into the foxes wounds too long. But the worst injuries were far deeper than physical

They were quick to show their faces. Good. Thus the meeting began.

A vicious growl left the impish fox. "EVERYONE GEAR UP." Yes. Everyone. The children needed to mature and begin to grow some balls if they wanted to live through what he had in mind. "I WANT THEIR HEADS ON SPIKES, THEIR BLOOD RUNNING THROUGH THE RIVER, AND THEIR CORPSES TO LITTER THE PITTIAN BORDER." Consider these real additions to the territory. Jervis had a plan to litter their territory with hints of red where they could and this, to him, was the best way to do it. Anything to prove that they were better. "THEY WILL KNOW WHAT POWER WE POSSESS." Jervis was enthralled to hear these words out loud. It empowered him. Though dark times had came, the light on the other side was shining. All he had to do was try.

"CROW, THAT MOTHERFUCKER FROM TANGLEWOOD, ALREADY HAS A SPOT RESERVED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TERRITORY. HIS MASK LIES ON THE RIGHTFUL SPIKE." On the acacia pole laid Crow's old mask that had broken in a previous raid. It was an artifact, but somewhat of a treasure these days. "ANYONE WHO TAKES THAT OPPORTUNITY AWAY FROM ME WILL FACE THE SAME FATE I WAS GIVEN." With, of course, a few more additions. He couldn't let them off that easily. The least they could of done is keep Crow contained until he arrived rather than killing him. "OTHERS THOUGH? GREAT." A smirk met his lips. "KILL THEM. THROW THEIR HEAD ONTO THE POLE AND THROW THEIR CORPSE ONTO THE BORDER." Perhaps even drain their blood out into the river. Whatever cruelty Pittians desired, Jervis would encourage.

Next subject. Calling out those who helped and those who did nothing for the clan. "FOURTHWALL, YOUR ASS IS ON THE LINE," he shouted into the abyss. The hellhound inability to stop what could of happened pissed off Jervis. While the others were fighting back in retaliation and securing the children, he just stood there. Thankfully he tried to attack Goldenluxury... eventually. His attack barely hit too. "THANK GOD YOU ATTACKED THE BITCH OF A PIRATE." That was him projecting his problems on others though. His insults shouldn't be taken personally but as a minor warning for the future. "AND TO ANYONE ELSE WHO DIDN'T DEFEND OUR HOME, YOU'RE ON THIN ICE." Thankfully those who didn't bother to lift a paw was a minimal amount.

While he did enjoy focusing on the negatives of the situations and how he could dice up others, Jervis eventually did have to focus on the positive. "KYDOBI, GAEL, AND JERISIDIE, THANK YOU FOR THE ASSISTANCE." There wasn't as much fighting going on compared to saving the children... but he couldn't complain. Even his cruelty couldn't look past that. "Keep it up." That said, his eye was on them. With no successor, the leader was in need of a right hand man.

In a moment of clarity, Jervis let out a huff. By this point he was heaving. All of the shouting left him breathless and exhausted, but as long as his point was being made, he didn't care. "To those joining, you've entered a brand new era," he continued on. There were plenty coming these days. Many others were returning due to raised interest. It was rather pleasing. Jervis was proud to see that their numbers were rising, as they were going to need it. "Take notes." Whatever that meant... "Welcome to The Pitt nevertheless." So far he didn't see any of them here, but there was still hope for them to show their faces.

"We're going to be discussing more in a moment, any questions?" Frankly, though, he didn't care. Jervis wanted to get on with things. There was much more to do than conversing about a small mishap or threat of his.

// up next, raid discussions + more information on the territory + a competition possibly...?

Pitiful, a young pup cried into the open airs of the desert - screamed and watched as nothing came from such bluster - such blunder. Whisper was born bubbly bright and kind into a world that was wrong. Whisper cried and mourned and sobbed against loss, but somewhere whisper broke - a fracture that never fully healed even as a family surrounded them. Even as Whisper grew - to become something better - someone better - nothing would change could fix the gleaming crack - where infection seeped in - where ssomething took it's rightful place. Somewhere, argus pitties who they used to be . So soft - a small thing that was hardened by the sandstorms until something stronger than obsidian took it's place. Black bleached to a ratty slate grey, trauma on trauma until there is a gaping hole through their throat ( unseen now , but there - just under the surface )

Argus first impression of Jervis isn't one that shouldn't be left. He reminded them of Katastre, at least in form - A silver lupine with buster and a polished personality - but the rot inside of him only weakened him. Only made it so much more satisfying to break him down. Goldenluxuries and Crow pulled of the execution well, only there was no death, a small disappointment - but one that Argus was trilled at the prospect of.  It gave Argus time to watch hi again, winding him up all the while with illusions of grandeur.

The only annoyance-

The leader's screech echoed within the remains of the burning home. The smell of smoke only keeping the lupine within the borders of the clan because it was familiar. It's been so long since argus has burned one of their own homes down - twice it happened by their own paw - and the third by the enemies that once welcomed them with open arms. It was... well, not fitting but certainly ironic.

"a new era, do tell Jer-vis" Argus was bold to talk, their attendance coming late to the party and only hearing the near end of the 'speech' not that they couldn't hear it from across camp, but... it was about principal. But Argus was their own brand of cocky, wing once held together by vines now clung tightly to their side - the set in their shoulders and tone relaxed - easy. Argus looked just as imposing as any pittian. They were interested, of course - but what was a leader without being challenged?

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Blood would run. That was unstoppable.


When praised, if you could call it that, he would give a curt nod. Just doing his duty.

But something has been nagging. He put a lot of time and thought into the situation. So much thought.

”Sir,”, he would say as he got up a steely gaze in his eyes, ”Tanglewood, The Typhoons. Their treachery destroyed the only place I could call home. I want to make sure they never have the power to do that again. Ever. I wish to work beside you as your Vicar. I already have ideas, such as youth training sessions. As well having the more herb ally gifted search for poisons we could utilize for our advantage.... but I wish to speak in private. For perhaps not all the ears hear are true and honest.”

Well for sure there was some sketchy folks. But Kydobi was beginning to feel Goldenluxury had assistance from within. Just a feeling. Either way it was a good precaution to take regarding time of war.


He would continue to stand, looking into Jervis eyes. Let me fight for my home, they would say. Briefly he would turn to look at Bai Shi, ears flattening in guilt. But he felt the only way to keep what was left of the jungle, was to purge it of those trying to harm it.


Perhaps then when all the death and murder had died down, he would at last be free to rest.