06-24-2019, 11:33 PM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
Fourth was late to arrive as well, but was that really his fault? The meetings came at random here and this was the most active he'd ever seen the fox be, so it went without saying that he couldn't be prepared for then. Like Argus, though, it was hard not to catch what was being said when Jervis was screaming at the top of his lungs and he let a dismissive snort escape him when he heard Jervis call him out. What had the smaller canine expected him to do? Sprout a fucking pair of wings and fly after Luxury? At least he had taken a shot at her before she had the chance to take off with Crows body, which was more than most of the other Pittians had done. Kids were important, sure, but it didn't take 10 people to shoo them away, especially when neither Crow nor Luxury would have made them an open target.
"If you want me as a personal bodyguard then promote me to one." Fourth would say, shoulders shrugging as if it were that easy. Perhaps it was bold and blunt of him, but Jervis had done nothing to inspire any loyalty from Fourth and that was nobody's fault but the foxes. Even Kydobi and Aine had made more of an effort to connect with the hybrid and as small as it was it was still more than their Leader. Fourth didn't hate Jervis, but he had never been the sort of guy to sugar coat things for people. If this guy expected him to really put his ass on the line for him when he was in danger or to show a personal interest in their well being then he had to do more than just show up once in a while. Fourth new what a strong, functioning clan looked like, new what a steady and capable leader looked like, and the Pit and Jervis were neither. He liked the place and didn't plan on leaving, but the fact remained that a group could only be as strong as it's leader, and so far the effort he'd seen put out by Jervis had been minimal. Hell, in the weeks he'd been there he'd only seen 2 meeting go by and this one was the fastest to go up . And in between them Jervis had been scarce at best. He could snarl and scream up there all he wanted but it would never change that.
Still, it was cute of the other to call out Fourth like this. Out of the dozen or so Pittians who had been there standing around, it was Fourth who Jervis was clearly most upset at for not protecting him, and now the rest of the clan new it too. It wasn't the worst idea, to want to hide behind a monster like Fourth. He was experienced and filled with natural ruthlessness, a sort of savagery that Jervis could only ever hope to control or acquire on day. And clearly, his own warped sense of arrogance was impressive in its own right to even think about his public chiding in that way. The only difference was that Fourths careless pride came from another place entirely.
"I'm glad to see you finally coming to your senses, though, Jervis. Our mistake was pretending to be something we aren't. The Pitt isn't a group that boasts things like compassion to outsiders or peace. We're a warbound clan and acting like we weren't only allowed Crow and Luxury to get cocky. I'll gladly help remind them of their mistake, though. Vengeance is our thing after all, right? " he'd ask with a smirk, red eyes glinting devilishly at the thought of finally having a real war to partake in.
It was exactly the sort of thing that had drawn the hybrid to this place to begin with. Where else was he supposed to go? Elysium? The Typhoon? Being a pirate might be fun for a while, but they weren't even in the business of keeping slaves so how well could he really fit in there? No. He loved the violence, the chaos. Only The Pitt could give him everything he needed, and perhaps with this new fire in Jervis, the fox could be the Leader they needed as well.
In regards to Kydobi and his desire to be Vicar, Fourth didn't care enough to speak for or against him. On one hand it would be nice to have an active hp around, but on the other hand the jaguars desire to do everything with cunning left room for desire. The last thing the clan needed was to turn away from its violent and ambitious roots and he had his doubts that Kydobi would be as quick to crush his enemies as Jervis was being now. The jaguar might convince the fox to backtrack and attempt another image change- a change that nobody was asking for to begin with.
"SPEECH
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
Fourth was late to arrive as well, but was that really his fault? The meetings came at random here and this was the most active he'd ever seen the fox be, so it went without saying that he couldn't be prepared for then. Like Argus, though, it was hard not to catch what was being said when Jervis was screaming at the top of his lungs and he let a dismissive snort escape him when he heard Jervis call him out. What had the smaller canine expected him to do? Sprout a fucking pair of wings and fly after Luxury? At least he had taken a shot at her before she had the chance to take off with Crows body, which was more than most of the other Pittians had done. Kids were important, sure, but it didn't take 10 people to shoo them away, especially when neither Crow nor Luxury would have made them an open target.
"If you want me as a personal bodyguard then promote me to one." Fourth would say, shoulders shrugging as if it were that easy. Perhaps it was bold and blunt of him, but Jervis had done nothing to inspire any loyalty from Fourth and that was nobody's fault but the foxes. Even Kydobi and Aine had made more of an effort to connect with the hybrid and as small as it was it was still more than their Leader. Fourth didn't hate Jervis, but he had never been the sort of guy to sugar coat things for people. If this guy expected him to really put his ass on the line for him when he was in danger or to show a personal interest in their well being then he had to do more than just show up once in a while. Fourth new what a strong, functioning clan looked like, new what a steady and capable leader looked like, and the Pit and Jervis were neither. He liked the place and didn't plan on leaving, but the fact remained that a group could only be as strong as it's leader, and so far the effort he'd seen put out by Jervis had been minimal. Hell, in the weeks he'd been there he'd only seen 2 meeting go by and this one was the fastest to go up . And in between them Jervis had been scarce at best. He could snarl and scream up there all he wanted but it would never change that.
Still, it was cute of the other to call out Fourth like this. Out of the dozen or so Pittians who had been there standing around, it was Fourth who Jervis was clearly most upset at for not protecting him, and now the rest of the clan new it too. It wasn't the worst idea, to want to hide behind a monster like Fourth. He was experienced and filled with natural ruthlessness, a sort of savagery that Jervis could only ever hope to control or acquire on day. And clearly, his own warped sense of arrogance was impressive in its own right to even think about his public chiding in that way. The only difference was that Fourths careless pride came from another place entirely.
"I'm glad to see you finally coming to your senses, though, Jervis. Our mistake was pretending to be something we aren't. The Pitt isn't a group that boasts things like compassion to outsiders or peace. We're a warbound clan and acting like we weren't only allowed Crow and Luxury to get cocky. I'll gladly help remind them of their mistake, though. Vengeance is our thing after all, right? " he'd ask with a smirk, red eyes glinting devilishly at the thought of finally having a real war to partake in.
It was exactly the sort of thing that had drawn the hybrid to this place to begin with. Where else was he supposed to go? Elysium? The Typhoon? Being a pirate might be fun for a while, but they weren't even in the business of keeping slaves so how well could he really fit in there? No. He loved the violence, the chaos. Only The Pitt could give him everything he needed, and perhaps with this new fire in Jervis, the fox could be the Leader they needed as well.
In regards to Kydobi and his desire to be Vicar, Fourth didn't care enough to speak for or against him. On one hand it would be nice to have an active hp around, but on the other hand the jaguars desire to do everything with cunning left room for desire. The last thing the clan needed was to turn away from its violent and ambitious roots and he had his doubts that Kydobi would be as quick to crush his enemies as Jervis was being now. The jaguar might convince the fox to backtrack and attempt another image change- a change that nobody was asking for to begin with.
"SPEECH
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