he had been oddly hungry. it had been such a long hunt, following the trail of what smelt like a.. deer, he thought. oddly enough, he found a feline, oh so tiny, one with a deer tail and horns of some sort.. he didn't want to eat her. she smelled like how wormwood smelt and so his intentions were.. bring her back, see what jervis said. he briefly wondered what would happen if he crushed the little wiggling creature in his jaws, holding the femme by the ribs- his jaws practically encircled her ribcage, which was a slightly new feeling. all he did was growl as he released the little wriggling woman from his jaws, aiming to press a massive paw to the side of her head and pin her to the ground, sitting and letting his tail lash back and forth.

finally, he let out a roar to announce his return before softly chuffing, seeming curious about what the others would want to do.

[member=4834]samantha[/member]

So someone was finally doing something around here, but they were disobeying his rules. They already wandered into their territory with the assistance of other Pittians and now they've left to do who knows what.... Capture a mere Tanglewood member? What could this puny female provide them? Jervis was obviously unaware of their high standing within their ranks and right now was only judging them based on their tiny appearance (something he shouldn't speak on). For now, he determined her to be waste of their time.

Jervis was obviously displeased as he followed in after Fourthwall. A golden eye wandered across the pitiful girl as he contemplated her fate, along with Draekon's own. They were in The Pitt's territory now, hence something needed to be done. He would see to it. The fox finalized his thoughts soon enough, clearing his throat directly after in hopes of grabbing the tiger's attention. "She's all yours," he emphasized. "You brought her here and you will end feverish attitude accordingly." The king made no acknowledgement to her words besides that. "So hurt her."

Whether intended harm or not, Draekon made the first move and was going to finish Samantha off. If not, Jervis would gladly step in.

draekon’s pleases look immediately faded when jervis gave his orders. his heart had dropped into the pit of his stomach, leaving him nauseous and unable to think for a moment. he wanted him to hurt her. he didn’t want to hurt someone so tiny, so helpless.. it was fair of him. his ears pinned back against his cranium, eyes wide as he tried to process his orders. he slowly lowered himself to the ground, backing away. maybe, if he was lucky, jervis would think he didn’t understand what he was saying, that draekon thought he was in trouble for being someone so pretty back to such an ugly place.

The tiger slinked away, causing a low growl to leave Jervis' maw. "What?" he exclaimed. With a vicious growl, he moved forwards towards Draekon. His golden eye looked the newest Pittian up and down, a look of disgust spreading throughout his face. Finally, he looked up at Draekon's own eyes. A dagger-like gaze pierced towards him, practically threatening him to disobey him again. "Feral bitch." Thus he turned away. What a 'loyal' subject...

By the time he turned his head, Samantha had already muttered her last words and sprinted out towards the border. Not before his bitchy dog managed to slow her down. The earth below split open perfectly. Fourthwall's attack thankfully got the bitch to fall to the floor, giving the quick ardent time to catch up.

In a matter of time, Jervis grew close. To make sure she was down surely, he leaped at her side and aimed to let his canines dig into her spinal cord. She'd be pushed out of the split and back onto the hard jungle floor. As he did so, his claws aimed to dig into her side and frantically grip at whatever skin he could then rip. Once writhing in pain, he would move back. The ardent would then push the doe-cat onto her back, exposing her stomach, and then keep her in place with his paws on her chest. With a blood-soaked sneer, the leader let out a sarcastic moan of disappointment. "We don't treat runners very politely here," came his venomous hiss, "But I'm sure you already knew that." After all, what else was The Pitt good for? They weren't some pansies like Elysium was.

He shook his head from side to side and let out a disgraced sigh. "But-" Almost as if a switch was flicked, his facade of shame dropped back to his sadistic smirk. Jervis reared backwards. With a leap, he'd slam down into her lower ribcage. Her ribs would cave in from the force and dig into her internal organs presumably. "-apparently it hasn't been made clear enough to see."

That said, he'd press into her chest further. His attempt would hopefully make her squeal in pain. "Perhaps we can change that today." Jervis left his back paws pressed to her pelvis and moved forward with the other paws, pressing her front legs out towards the floor like Leonardo Da Vinci's 'Vitruvian Man.' Her muscles would strain a great amount. It was not long before a crack rang out through the area. The feeling was prominent in the right leg, signaling Jervis' decision.

His grip on her limbs stopped and his paws went back to her onto chest with another forceful leap. A demonic smile was signaled towards Samantha's right eye. "Right it is," came his cackle. Claws now wavered in front of the girl's eye, taunting her. For awhile, they stayed there. Then his paw plunged towards her. Ivory claws slashed downwards across her face, digging into her eyelid and the eye itself. There was immediate blood shed. Jervis surely thought her eye was done for.

Awaiting a reaction, he turned back towards the group. As he did so, to prevent her from interrupting him, his remaining paw pressed down into her fractured ribs. "I want her alive," he spat angrily. "She's going to be bait." Unknown to his knowledge, he'd be gaining another vital piece of Tanglewood soon enough. Then the real fun could begin.

//powerplay permitted by autumn for these injuries: spinal bite marks, injured front right leg, body littered in scratches/bruises, fractured ribs, damaged right eye