05-15-2019, 06:52 PM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
Fourthwall had not yet met anyone else in the clan. The only faces he was familiar with were that of Ramona and Kydobi because they'd been the ones to meet him out on the border when he'd first joined up a few days back. Since then, the large hellhound had been getting to know the territory he would be calling home from now, exploring the various nooks and crannies of both the desert and the jungle. The place, despite Kydobis claims at wanting more than just brutes within the ranks, maintained a sense of savagery about it as he'd come to expect. He'd seen various npc settling disputes amongst one another with violence, had witnessed an unsuspecting loner get jumped near the border, and he himself had even put an overzealous hyena in it's place after it had tried to take his kill. In all, Fourth would say he was settling in nicely and had no qualms about the place. He was a guy who wanted the freedom to do as he pleased, and so far the Pitt had been able to deliver on the front.
Today had been filled with another mindless day of stalking and exploration when he happened across a familiar face. Romano. The feathered canine was hard at work with some sort of craft it seemed, and after regarding her for a moment the wolf hybrid had been about to continue on when a blast of air suddenly sent her supplies - a pile of feathers- flying into disarray. Well, that was no good. Figuring that he wasn't really doing anything better, he'd turn in her direction and began to pounce on whatever feathers he could to salvage them. "Geeze, the winds a bit unpredictable today, huh?" he'd say as he carried back the 2 dozen or so feathers he'd managed to grab back over to where she'd been working. "What are you doing with all these anyways?"
"SPEECH
Fourthwall had not yet met anyone else in the clan. The only faces he was familiar with were that of Ramona and Kydobi because they'd been the ones to meet him out on the border when he'd first joined up a few days back. Since then, the large hellhound had been getting to know the territory he would be calling home from now, exploring the various nooks and crannies of both the desert and the jungle. The place, despite Kydobis claims at wanting more than just brutes within the ranks, maintained a sense of savagery about it as he'd come to expect. He'd seen various npc settling disputes amongst one another with violence, had witnessed an unsuspecting loner get jumped near the border, and he himself had even put an overzealous hyena in it's place after it had tried to take his kill. In all, Fourth would say he was settling in nicely and had no qualms about the place. He was a guy who wanted the freedom to do as he pleased, and so far the Pitt had been able to deliver on the front.
Today had been filled with another mindless day of stalking and exploration when he happened across a familiar face. Romano. The feathered canine was hard at work with some sort of craft it seemed, and after regarding her for a moment the wolf hybrid had been about to continue on when a blast of air suddenly sent her supplies - a pile of feathers- flying into disarray. Well, that was no good. Figuring that he wasn't really doing anything better, he'd turn in her direction and began to pounce on whatever feathers he could to salvage them. "Geeze, the winds a bit unpredictable today, huh?" he'd say as he carried back the 2 dozen or so feathers he'd managed to grab back over to where she'd been working. "What are you doing with all these anyways?"
"SPEECH
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt