04-25-2019, 06:59 PM
SELF-ENTITLED
Jervis found himself paying no attention to the other two that had followed him in suit. Embry was speaking a language he could not comprehend and the jaguar remained silent, only to come up and speak in disapproval moments later. Kydobi's hot breath and harsh mutters traveled towards him. Jervis ears folded backwards. Golden eyes narrowed in frustration but he kept his attention on the two strangers on their border. Even so, his words were towards Kydobi and his outspoken attitude, even if his advice was wise. "Don't tell me what to do," he hissed through clenched teeth. His words were soft enough for Kydobi to hear. As for the rest, they would most likely remain oblivious. The ardent had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from speaking further. They should be grateful not to hear his tantrum.
His attention finally and completely gathered back towards the older newcomer who spoke in confidence. While they did acknowledge his aura of authority and brutishness, their answers to his questions were rather... outlandish. After all, they spoke of immortality, druids, and faes. That was not what caught his attention though. Just like Jervis' own history, they spoke of an ancient family bloodline. To him that did not seem like an accomplishment or an admirable trait, but rather competition that wanted to insert his borders with their disgraceful family politics. Like always, he had to have the high ground, despite not carrying on his own family's wishes. Now he wondered who they were. That, though, would have to be saved for later.
The fox's head craned off to the side as if he was thinking. One last time, he scanned them to and fro before letting out a sigh of dismay. "I will hold you to your word then. If you can keep yourself sharp and loyal to The Pitt, you may stay," Jervis declared finally. His lips curled upwards in a false smile as he stared down at the child momentarily, only to look away when he spoke again. "We can talk privately about further terms later though." Getting to know an acquaintance was key. Especially if they were bound to be potential competition- but how much of a threat could they be if they were sulking at his doorstep?
more like tags - penned by orion narcissismHis attention finally and completely gathered back towards the older newcomer who spoke in confidence. While they did acknowledge his aura of authority and brutishness, their answers to his questions were rather... outlandish. After all, they spoke of immortality, druids, and faes. That was not what caught his attention though. Just like Jervis' own history, they spoke of an ancient family bloodline. To him that did not seem like an accomplishment or an admirable trait, but rather competition that wanted to insert his borders with their disgraceful family politics. Like always, he had to have the high ground, despite not carrying on his own family's wishes. Now he wondered who they were. That, though, would have to be saved for later.
The fox's head craned off to the side as if he was thinking. One last time, he scanned them to and fro before letting out a sigh of dismay. "I will hold you to your word then. If you can keep yourself sharp and loyal to The Pitt, you may stay," Jervis declared finally. His lips curled upwards in a false smile as he stared down at the child momentarily, only to look away when he spoke again. "We can talk privately about further terms later though." Getting to know an acquaintance was key. Especially if they were bound to be potential competition- but how much of a threat could they be if they were sulking at his doorstep?
dog with disease, you're the king of the sleaze
DEATH ON TWO LEGS
misguided old mule with your pigheaded rules
( ♛ ) —————— [color=#4C0900]tags. & the pitt. & red fox. & deceased.