06-26-2019, 03:27 PM
[glow=#2b0505,2,300]SELF-ENTITLED[/glow]
What were they fighting for? The question had never been really the topic of his thoughts, but now Jervis paused to take a moment and indulge into it. Jervis felt like his real answer would be selfish. After all, he led in hopes of serving himself and not the animals before him. His reign came forth after throwing their previous leader, Stryker, aside and forcefully taking over in hopes of proclaiming fame to his name. Not once did he think of those before him as his groupmates. They were only pawns in his game. Somehow he expected them to remain loyal nevertheless.
Seeing that no one came forth to answer, the vulpine felt forced to respond. "We fight for good 'ol revenge against our enemies," Jervis started off. A smirk met his lips. He left out that they sometimes fought out of pleasure. It was just in their nature. "Those that were injured or killed during battles deserve to have their vengeance. An eye for an eye, so to say." Except their revenge wasn't exactly equal to the previous punishment, seeing that they usually go over the top with punishments. Quite simply, The Pitt did not play fair. "Gruesome but rightful." At least he thought so.
Their brutishness came with it's faults. Righteousness was a never ending circle of damnation. There was never ending conflict realistically between those who preached retaliation. The ardent had faced punishment for his idiotic tendencies. A horrific burn now marked the side of his face and due to the injury, he lost function of that eye. ”Not what, but who burned down the jungle.” His snout rose cockily as he corrected Hal. "The pitiful pirates known as The Typhoon and swaggerless swamp freaks that call themselves Tanglewood were the culprits of the fire," he continued in disgust. A snort left him, followed by a shrill laugh. ”I suppose I deserved it.” Not ‘we’, but ‘I’. The rest of his clan had no idea about the underlying terms of The Typhoon’s deal that he had broken.
Once standing, the ardent sat down. His head remained craned off to the side so his burn was out of sight. ”Fighting back is only necessary and non-negotiable,” Jervis commented. ”Unless you disagree?” His golden eye scanned Hal momentarily for any reaction. Someone who disagreed with his ideals was bound to be on his bad side sooner or later. Seeing that Hal was already questioning The Pitt’s actions under his leadership, they were bound to have clashing opinions. Perhaps things could improve though. As long as someone kissed his ass and praised him like a god, Jervis was satisfied.
A sigh left him. As always, he had taken the spotlight and spoken too much. ”But please, there’s no need to discuss politics,” came his bitter tone. ”Introduce yourselves and tell us why you’re here.” If they didn’t explain soon, Jervis was bound to run them off of the territory. Though he lacked in size, he could work up a storm of insults.
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more like [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] narcissismSeeing that no one came forth to answer, the vulpine felt forced to respond. "We fight for good 'ol revenge against our enemies," Jervis started off. A smirk met his lips. He left out that they sometimes fought out of pleasure. It was just in their nature. "Those that were injured or killed during battles deserve to have their vengeance. An eye for an eye, so to say." Except their revenge wasn't exactly equal to the previous punishment, seeing that they usually go over the top with punishments. Quite simply, The Pitt did not play fair. "Gruesome but rightful." At least he thought so.
Their brutishness came with it's faults. Righteousness was a never ending circle of damnation. There was never ending conflict realistically between those who preached retaliation. The ardent had faced punishment for his idiotic tendencies. A horrific burn now marked the side of his face and due to the injury, he lost function of that eye. ”Not what, but who burned down the jungle.” His snout rose cockily as he corrected Hal. "The pitiful pirates known as The Typhoon and swaggerless swamp freaks that call themselves Tanglewood were the culprits of the fire," he continued in disgust. A snort left him, followed by a shrill laugh. ”I suppose I deserved it.” Not ‘we’, but ‘I’. The rest of his clan had no idea about the underlying terms of The Typhoon’s deal that he had broken.
Once standing, the ardent sat down. His head remained craned off to the side so his burn was out of sight. ”Fighting back is only necessary and non-negotiable,” Jervis commented. ”Unless you disagree?” His golden eye scanned Hal momentarily for any reaction. Someone who disagreed with his ideals was bound to be on his bad side sooner or later. Seeing that Hal was already questioning The Pitt’s actions under his leadership, they were bound to have clashing opinions. Perhaps things could improve though. As long as someone kissed his ass and praised him like a god, Jervis was satisfied.
A sigh left him. As always, he had taken the spotlight and spoken too much. ”But please, there’s no need to discuss politics,” came his bitter tone. ”Introduce yourselves and tell us why you’re here.” If they didn’t explain soon, Jervis was bound to run them off of the territory. Though he lacked in size, he could work up a storm of insults.
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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.