05-21-2019, 01:39 PM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
The canine hybrid was always on the go, always hunting for something to do, and so it was really no surprise that he was among the first to realise that there were people out on his clans border. The other groups, due to lack of exposure, weren't ones he knew well by scent alone, but he figured it was a safe guess that this golden tigress was a member of the sea-faring Typhoon. He had to force himself to keep the malicious grin from his lips as he strode over. Like her, Fourthwalls aura was completely calm. He was the perfect model of cool and collected, his strides unrushed as he approached and his wine-red gaze giving nothing away- the predatory glint that gleamed within them was always there, and so it was hardly worth trying to cover up.
His attention was caught a little more when he suddenly realised that the Typhooner wasn't out there alone- Aine was there, the small chubby fox alone and exposed out on the border. Wine red eyes would narrow slightly and his pace would increase somewhat ashe finished closing the space between them, coming to a halt with Aine purposefully sitting in between his paws with him towering over he. "The adults here." he'd reply tone carefully neutral- not unfriendly, but not exactly the welcoming party either. He'd gesture to the gifts she carried with her, his eyes sparking with a bit of interest. Jervis has told him to take it easy on the Typhoon for now and so he would, but that didn't mean he was about to get all friendly with some chick on the border. "What kind of goodies did you bring us?" he'd ask? "Name's Fourthwall, by the way." he'd add, nodding what could be considered a polite greeting in the females direction.
"SPEECH
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
The canine hybrid was always on the go, always hunting for something to do, and so it was really no surprise that he was among the first to realise that there were people out on his clans border. The other groups, due to lack of exposure, weren't ones he knew well by scent alone, but he figured it was a safe guess that this golden tigress was a member of the sea-faring Typhoon. He had to force himself to keep the malicious grin from his lips as he strode over. Like her, Fourthwalls aura was completely calm. He was the perfect model of cool and collected, his strides unrushed as he approached and his wine-red gaze giving nothing away- the predatory glint that gleamed within them was always there, and so it was hardly worth trying to cover up.
His attention was caught a little more when he suddenly realised that the Typhooner wasn't out there alone- Aine was there, the small chubby fox alone and exposed out on the border. Wine red eyes would narrow slightly and his pace would increase somewhat ashe finished closing the space between them, coming to a halt with Aine purposefully sitting in between his paws with him towering over he. "The adults here." he'd reply tone carefully neutral- not unfriendly, but not exactly the welcoming party either. He'd gesture to the gifts she carried with her, his eyes sparking with a bit of interest. Jervis has told him to take it easy on the Typhoon for now and so he would, but that didn't mean he was about to get all friendly with some chick on the border. "What kind of goodies did you bring us?" he'd ask? "Name's Fourthwall, by the way." he'd add, nodding what could be considered a polite greeting in the females direction.
"SPEECH
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt