when the fir needles fall // return

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jerisidie - the king !

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so this was the brute that took over the ardent position from stryker, huh? his eye held a degree of humor and amusement, simply watching jervis with a hint of a grin on his lips. oh, this would be a certainly unique time.

staring up at the fox with what could be considered to be a sneer, the wolf flicked his tail, spitting out blood and fur, "a ruckus, hmm? this used to be the regular thing back in the day when we had the fearless stryker leading us. blood and death were bred into every day, and I suppose you wouldnt know that, would you? ive heard of you, fox, and not all the reputations are good or so glorious as you seem to try to portray. tell me how you managed to do it, knock that lion bastard from his throne. oh, about my leg? go ahead, take it. didn't have need for something so useless and broken as that. a good piece of advice for the leader of a group, in the future.", he responded, eye glinting before looking at all gathered members.

his gaze passed to nari, giving him a full fierce grin. he wasn't going to submit to jervis, it was not the person he was. unless the individual could gain his respect, there would be no submission or wavering. perhaps, he would raise some hell here and see if anybody broke from it, and he wouldn't be the one to bend a knee. there was no loyalty here, no sense of desire to listen to a fox. let him be struck for his words, the wolf was not submitting foolishly to one like jervis.

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tags - white hellhound - the pitt