06-26-2019, 11:49 PM
[glow=#2b0505,2,300]SELF-ENTITLED[/glow]
From the fire came ashes, but a spark had caused a fire. There was an ignition to their war, a broken promise. Despite the fallen family members, foes, and fiends all across the land, Jervis still knew that there was no end to their conflict without someone dead. Whether that'd be Goldenluxury or Crow was up to him. Surely he would not die by their hands, so they would die within his. That in mind, the ardent had decided to scope out his options one last time before causing havoc amongst the clans and assassinating one of the two.
A disgusting summer reek met his nose as soon as he grew close to the bridge that linked The Typhoon to the mainland. The pirates had always been fishy. Quite literally and figuratively. The smell of rotten fish and salty air revolted Jervis, but by now he had grown used to their putrid stench. Unlike Stella, the vulpine took no pleasure in the island's musk nor it's apparent beauties. All he saw was a repulsive enemy before him.
To find one of his own on their border surprised him though. Jervis sat back on the dock's edge with a golden eye narrowed on the younger female. A soft, unpleasant hum left him. From there he grew closer and wandered up behind her without prior warning. The fox pulled up beside her with his snout facing forward and a smirk upon his maw. For a moment he did not acknowledge her. "So," he cooed, "Fraternizing with the enemy, are we?" His head turned on her threateningly. His eye looked her up and down curiously, hoping for a response that would excite him. After all, dumping the body of one of his own on their enemy's border would be quite the power move.
Unfortunately it was no secret to The Typhoon when an enemy was arriving. With the bridges being the only way to enter the island, they were bound to have all eyes set on the docks. Their presence would be noticed eventually.
more like [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] narcissismA disgusting summer reek met his nose as soon as he grew close to the bridge that linked The Typhoon to the mainland. The pirates had always been fishy. Quite literally and figuratively. The smell of rotten fish and salty air revolted Jervis, but by now he had grown used to their putrid stench. Unlike Stella, the vulpine took no pleasure in the island's musk nor it's apparent beauties. All he saw was a repulsive enemy before him.
To find one of his own on their border surprised him though. Jervis sat back on the dock's edge with a golden eye narrowed on the younger female. A soft, unpleasant hum left him. From there he grew closer and wandered up behind her without prior warning. The fox pulled up beside her with his snout facing forward and a smirk upon his maw. For a moment he did not acknowledge her. "So," he cooed, "Fraternizing with the enemy, are we?" His head turned on her threateningly. His eye looked her up and down curiously, hoping for a response that would excite him. After all, dumping the body of one of his own on their enemy's border would be quite the power move.
Unfortunately it was no secret to The Typhoon when an enemy was arriving. With the bridges being the only way to enter the island, they were bound to have all eyes set on the docks. Their presence would be noticed eventually.
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.