FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / FEMALE - 17 - OBEDIENT & CHEERFUL - THE PITT
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THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY
The Pitts camp. It was a place that had come to mean a lot to Fourth in the passing months. It was a metropolis now compared to what it once had been, and just as often as he could be found wandering the borders he could be found here in the center of it all. The ground where the pyramids met was a bustling and lively place that time of day, the vendors all out looking to make trades or sales, families and collectors wandering the many stalls and carts. Fourth wasn't much of a buyer. Every now and then something would catch his eye and he'd indulge, but for the most part the Marauder just liked the general vibe of the place. It was bright and alive and loud, and he'd even picked up a side job for one of the vendors.
You see, Fourth was a big guy, a wolf-lion hybrid, and to keep up that muscle mass after all the workouts and patrols and chores he needed access to good food. And Fourth loved his food. Meat was obviously his favorite, weather it was barbecued, dried out, in a stew- it didn't fucking matter to him. He'd never been much of a cook though, and so it only made sense that when down in the camps central station that the vendors he'd be most drawn to would be the food carts. One in particular was owned by a pair of raccoon siblings, and damn could they make a good meal. They had a few good suppliers for their ingredients already, but the pair were a fair bunch and they let Fourth pay for his meals with fresh meat.
"Hey Dom, is Raegan around?" he'd call as he made his way over to the familiar setup. They had a pair of those big old caravan wagons that were pulled by a couple of steers. Dom was usually in the front caravan, where the food was prepared and served by him, and he was one hell of a cook. His sister, Raegan, was the business end of the pair, generally obtaining and purchasing the various ingredient her brother would need. She was also the butcher, which was the purpose of the second caravan.
"Yeah she's around back, go ahead." he'd say with a welcoming nod before turning back to a customer.
Fourth didn't dally, and went on around the back toward the second caravan. "Hey Raegan, your delivery boy'ss here!" he'd call with a grin, her face soon appearing from the back of the second wagon.
"Right on time, Fourth! Looks like you bagged a good one today." she said as Fourth lifted the deer onto the back of the vehicle. "Yup. Caught it while out on patrol, she's all yours."
"Thanks! You can take that sac over there as your payment. It's jerky from that cow you brought in, just finished it this morning. Still cann't believe you stole that guys prized cow." she chuckled, stepping aside so Fourth could grab his prize and hop back out. "That guy was an asshole. Fuck him." he'd smirk. "See you tomorrow." "Okay. Stay out of trouble!"
Making his way back out into the crowd, Fourth would pad through the streets until he came to his usual eating spot- a grassy little piece of shade under a cluster of tightly growing trees just on the edge of the bustling street. Making himself comfortable he'd pull the bag open and begin to happily munch away, glad she'd given him so much- it was a pretty big bag after all, but then again, it had been a pretty big cow.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / FEMALE - 17 - OBEDIENT & CHEERFUL - THE PITT
______________________________________________________________________________
THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY
The Pitts camp. It was a place that had come to mean a lot to Fourth in the passing months. It was a metropolis now compared to what it once had been, and just as often as he could be found wandering the borders he could be found here in the center of it all. The ground where the pyramids met was a bustling and lively place that time of day, the vendors all out looking to make trades or sales, families and collectors wandering the many stalls and carts. Fourth wasn't much of a buyer. Every now and then something would catch his eye and he'd indulge, but for the most part the Marauder just liked the general vibe of the place. It was bright and alive and loud, and he'd even picked up a side job for one of the vendors.
You see, Fourth was a big guy, a wolf-lion hybrid, and to keep up that muscle mass after all the workouts and patrols and chores he needed access to good food. And Fourth loved his food. Meat was obviously his favorite, weather it was barbecued, dried out, in a stew- it didn't fucking matter to him. He'd never been much of a cook though, and so it only made sense that when down in the camps central station that the vendors he'd be most drawn to would be the food carts. One in particular was owned by a pair of raccoon siblings, and damn could they make a good meal. They had a few good suppliers for their ingredients already, but the pair were a fair bunch and they let Fourth pay for his meals with fresh meat.
"Hey Dom, is Raegan around?" he'd call as he made his way over to the familiar setup. They had a pair of those big old caravan wagons that were pulled by a couple of steers. Dom was usually in the front caravan, where the food was prepared and served by him, and he was one hell of a cook. His sister, Raegan, was the business end of the pair, generally obtaining and purchasing the various ingredient her brother would need. She was also the butcher, which was the purpose of the second caravan.
"Yeah she's around back, go ahead." he'd say with a welcoming nod before turning back to a customer.
Fourth didn't dally, and went on around the back toward the second caravan. "Hey Raegan, your delivery boy'ss here!" he'd call with a grin, her face soon appearing from the back of the second wagon.
"Right on time, Fourth! Looks like you bagged a good one today." she said as Fourth lifted the deer onto the back of the vehicle. "Yup. Caught it while out on patrol, she's all yours."
"Thanks! You can take that sac over there as your payment. It's jerky from that cow you brought in, just finished it this morning. Still cann't believe you stole that guys prized cow." she chuckled, stepping aside so Fourth could grab his prize and hop back out. "That guy was an asshole. Fuck him." he'd smirk. "See you tomorrow." "Okay. Stay out of trouble!"
Making his way back out into the crowd, Fourth would pad through the streets until he came to his usual eating spot- a grassy little piece of shade under a cluster of tightly growing trees just on the edge of the bustling street. Making himself comfortable he'd pull the bag open and begin to happily munch away, glad she'd given him so much- it was a pretty big bag after all, but then again, it had been a pretty big cow.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
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