05-20-2019, 06:03 PM
SELF-ENTITLED
It had been quite some time since their last meeting, partially due to his own absence and the lack of news. Jervis finally had some time set aside for a meeting nevertheless. After all, they had some new members. They must of expected something by now. Thankfully, there was some drama beginning to stir up and ideas began to run through his head. No thanks to anyone else of course. (Or at least the selfish bastard thought.)
The ardent appeared out from the velvet curtain and strutted towards the front of the cobblestone stage. There was a falter in his step. Previously, [member=67]beck.[/member] had thrusted his horns into his torso and caused catastrophic damage that caused him to lose the spring in his step. That didn't even take into account the other injuries he endured during their previous battle. Despite that, for as much as Jervis tried to appear as a figure of power and his normal self, those watching could tell he was visibly frustrated and running out of nicer options. Whether that doomed The Pitt or not was unknown to them. All they could do was sit and wait for their leader's next holy order. So he kept walking along with a barely noticeable limp, eventually reaching the middle of the cobblestone stage. "Pittians," came his shrill yowl. "Come here." A huff left him. Impatient already, as always.
"NOW!"
Here comes the temper tantrum.
more like tags - penned by orion narcissismThe ardent appeared out from the velvet curtain and strutted towards the front of the cobblestone stage. There was a falter in his step. Previously, [member=67]beck.[/member] had thrusted his horns into his torso and caused catastrophic damage that caused him to lose the spring in his step. That didn't even take into account the other injuries he endured during their previous battle. Despite that, for as much as Jervis tried to appear as a figure of power and his normal self, those watching could tell he was visibly frustrated and running out of nicer options. Whether that doomed The Pitt or not was unknown to them. All they could do was sit and wait for their leader's next holy order. So he kept walking along with a barely noticeable limp, eventually reaching the middle of the cobblestone stage. "Pittians," came his shrill yowl. "Come here." A huff left him. Impatient already, as always.
"NOW!"
Here comes the temper tantrum.
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.