05-19-2019, 10:30 AM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
The Pitt was kind of tearing Fourthwall apart. On one hand it was everything he wanted- no- needed it to be; aggressive, limited in it's laws, and run by a Leader who was so scarce in his own clan that Fourth hadn't even glimpsed him once yet. It meant there was nobody to stop him from doing things the way he wanted or from taking away his impulsive sense of initiative. On the other hand though, the group was sorely lacking in reliable members. Kydobi was the only one around that seemed to give a damn about the place and as willing as the hellhound was to be partners in crime with the black panther, two people didn't make an army regardless of their talent or willingness.
If Kydobi didn't know what he was in for, then there was a chance he'd find himself regretting his decision to join the large canine in his endevours. A border skirmish, for Fourthwall, was nothing more than an excuse to go to an enemies home border and start shit with an unsuspecting patrol. More often than not it was a violent affair that simply cosisted of two patrols fighting viciously until one was victorious, and Fourth had a habit of making sure it was his own. Of course, a fight wasn't always the case. While the large canine was a lover of battle and enjoyed challenging himself in these situations, he wasn't the sort of monster that found fun in tormenting people who wouldn't fight back. Those that just didn't have the will to defend themselves made for poor sport, and he'd never been able to make fun of them. Those ones he usually just captured and forced to hang out with him until their clan came to take them back- if they were able to. He has a soft spot for soft people, and sometimes he wasn't so quick to give them back to a clan that couldn't properly look after them.
Kydobi wasn't someone Fourth had been able to get a proper read on yet, but then again they hadn't spent much time around one another outside of when he'd first joined up with the Pitt. Since then the melanistic jaguar had quickly become the most active face of the group, but not one that the canine had spent any quality time with . As he saw them heading over he wondered if this was the sort of activity the other really liked partaking in. First impressions hadn't left Fourth with the idea that he was a lover of senseless violence after all that talk of neeing more than just brutes in the ranks, but by no means was he going to turn down the others company if they wanted to come along. Even if Fourth had to do all the fighting himself it would be nice to have someone to talk to on the trip over.
"Alright, cool. Have any suggestions on which clan to hit? I was considering the Typhoon or the Rosebloods- Elysium has too many softies on their side to have any real fun with."
"SPEECH
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
The Pitt was kind of tearing Fourthwall apart. On one hand it was everything he wanted- no- needed it to be; aggressive, limited in it's laws, and run by a Leader who was so scarce in his own clan that Fourth hadn't even glimpsed him once yet. It meant there was nobody to stop him from doing things the way he wanted or from taking away his impulsive sense of initiative. On the other hand though, the group was sorely lacking in reliable members. Kydobi was the only one around that seemed to give a damn about the place and as willing as the hellhound was to be partners in crime with the black panther, two people didn't make an army regardless of their talent or willingness.
If Kydobi didn't know what he was in for, then there was a chance he'd find himself regretting his decision to join the large canine in his endevours. A border skirmish, for Fourthwall, was nothing more than an excuse to go to an enemies home border and start shit with an unsuspecting patrol. More often than not it was a violent affair that simply cosisted of two patrols fighting viciously until one was victorious, and Fourth had a habit of making sure it was his own. Of course, a fight wasn't always the case. While the large canine was a lover of battle and enjoyed challenging himself in these situations, he wasn't the sort of monster that found fun in tormenting people who wouldn't fight back. Those that just didn't have the will to defend themselves made for poor sport, and he'd never been able to make fun of them. Those ones he usually just captured and forced to hang out with him until their clan came to take them back- if they were able to. He has a soft spot for soft people, and sometimes he wasn't so quick to give them back to a clan that couldn't properly look after them.
Kydobi wasn't someone Fourth had been able to get a proper read on yet, but then again they hadn't spent much time around one another outside of when he'd first joined up with the Pitt. Since then the melanistic jaguar had quickly become the most active face of the group, but not one that the canine had spent any quality time with . As he saw them heading over he wondered if this was the sort of activity the other really liked partaking in. First impressions hadn't left Fourth with the idea that he was a lover of senseless violence after all that talk of neeing more than just brutes in the ranks, but by no means was he going to turn down the others company if they wanted to come along. Even if Fourth had to do all the fighting himself it would be nice to have someone to talk to on the trip over.
"Alright, cool. Have any suggestions on which clan to hit? I was considering the Typhoon or the Rosebloods- Elysium has too many softies on their side to have any real fun with."
"SPEECH
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt