06-21-2019, 01:10 AM
[glow=#2b0505,2,300]SELF-ENTITLED[/glow]
White lighting. Black embers. After that, there was nothing more. Flames encapsulated around the right side of his face, stealing away his vision. The beauty and confidence that came with his glory was forever tarnished during the Typhoon and Tanglewood's clever revenge. Within seconds, all was lost. It was as if once Crow threw him into the fire, his entire demeanor had changed. With plans down the drain and his appearance ruined, the narcissistic vulpine found himself at a fork in the road. Did he continue to put on a merciful facade or was he finally going to unleash hell upon his enemies once and for all? The decision was an easy one.
As Jervis stared into the waters, he gawked in disbelief at the remains of what was left. His paw stroked at the burns lightly. Every slow rub at the wound caused a shiver to run down his spine. It was safe to say that he was in shock. There was no coming back from what they had done to him. Yet there was still hope. This could all be a dream. Another one of his fantasies that had gone wrong.
He had to go on though. A future laid ahead of him of riches and power, yet he felt defeated. The ardent brought a bandage to his eye and secured it around his ear. It was wide enough to hide the burn, but not enough to hide the disappointed scowl. Then he went on with his day. Unlike his usual routine, Jervis avoided the people and kept to himself. Today he did not enjoy the attention. Even so, the spotlight was on him throughout the day. Pittians expected a meeting or perhaps a mutter in response to their wondrous questions, but all they received was silence. Thankfully, his day went quick. Soon enough he laid in the leader's temple, snuggled up in a mossy corner. Exhaustion lowered him into sleep easily.
Morning came quick. The leader rolled out of bed with high expectations, but was met with dismay. A paw raised towards his face and began to cautiously pat. He paused. The wound was still there. Reality had damned him to a sick fate. Jervis pulled his paw away from the blood soaked bandages. His eyes- no, eye- began to water and soon out came the alligator tears that Tanglewood's leader had caused.
Something in him changed though. His trepidation turned into savagery. Through a wave of childish sobbing, he let out a disgruntled growl and soon a stifled cackle. What once reminisced as disappointment became a rage-driven hope for revenge. Those that had wronged him would pay. Without another thought towards his appearance or stature, Jervis rose to his feet.
In a fury, the leader burst out of the leader's den and onto the meeting stage. Out of breath and full of rage, a shrill screech left Jervis. "PITTIANS GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE OR SO HELP ME GOD," came his fiery yell. Whether this presentation of his ended up as him ranting for an hour or an execution, they better show up. There was a punishment in store for those who didn't.... and they should show up fast. He was already growing impatient.
more like [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] narcissismAs Jervis stared into the waters, he gawked in disbelief at the remains of what was left. His paw stroked at the burns lightly. Every slow rub at the wound caused a shiver to run down his spine. It was safe to say that he was in shock. There was no coming back from what they had done to him. Yet there was still hope. This could all be a dream. Another one of his fantasies that had gone wrong.
He had to go on though. A future laid ahead of him of riches and power, yet he felt defeated. The ardent brought a bandage to his eye and secured it around his ear. It was wide enough to hide the burn, but not enough to hide the disappointed scowl. Then he went on with his day. Unlike his usual routine, Jervis avoided the people and kept to himself. Today he did not enjoy the attention. Even so, the spotlight was on him throughout the day. Pittians expected a meeting or perhaps a mutter in response to their wondrous questions, but all they received was silence. Thankfully, his day went quick. Soon enough he laid in the leader's temple, snuggled up in a mossy corner. Exhaustion lowered him into sleep easily.
Morning came quick. The leader rolled out of bed with high expectations, but was met with dismay. A paw raised towards his face and began to cautiously pat. He paused. The wound was still there. Reality had damned him to a sick fate. Jervis pulled his paw away from the blood soaked bandages. His eyes- no, eye- began to water and soon out came the alligator tears that Tanglewood's leader had caused.
Something in him changed though. His trepidation turned into savagery. Through a wave of childish sobbing, he let out a disgruntled growl and soon a stifled cackle. What once reminisced as disappointment became a rage-driven hope for revenge. Those that had wronged him would pay. Without another thought towards his appearance or stature, Jervis rose to his feet.
In a fury, the leader burst out of the leader's den and onto the meeting stage. Out of breath and full of rage, a shrill screech left Jervis. "PITTIANS GET YOUR ASSES OVER HERE OR SO HELP ME GOD," came his fiery yell. Whether this presentation of his ended up as him ranting for an hour or an execution, they better show up. There was a punishment in store for those who didn't.... and they should show up fast. He was already growing impatient.
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.