[glow=#2b0505,2,300]SELF-ENTITLED[/glow]
Within the darkness in the night, a plume of smoke hazily rose into the sky above, signaling the Elysium members of something dearly wrong. As they grew closer, the flames that licked the sides of the observatory would come into view. What was once the observatory was now a broken building in ashes, unusable and unrelentingly destroyed. There was no stopping the damage that was done. Simply, they were too late. In the midst of the fire though, they had a chance at defending their clan from the incoming raid.
Not far from the observatory, Jervis stood with several other Pittians by his side. The fox remained on his toes and was ready to attack, but not before a quick reminder of their goal. "Remember," he rasped to his troops. "Grab what leftovers you can and then leave." With a final look towards his members, he turned towards the battlefield before them. "On my word." Thus began his cocky walk into the depths of the Elysium territory, watching a few gather near their burning home. For a moment, he watched with them. A sarcastic frown met his lips.
A golden eye turned to the nearest Elysium member. They jerked back in surprise as The Pitt's gruesome smell met their senses, causing them to shout urgently for help. "Disappointing," the fox reminisced. "Isn't it?" He cackled. While the Elysium member cowardly rushed away to grab assitance, Jervis got in a battle stance and prepared himself for the oncoming storm. The first Elysium member to arrive would be his first target. He would pounce in their direction, aiming to cling onto their side with jagged claws. Dagger-like teeth would then aim to smash their way into the enemy's neck. Whether his attack hit or not, he'd pull his head back and yell out a battle cry.
"PITTIANS ATTACK!"
more like [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] narcissismNot far from the observatory, Jervis stood with several other Pittians by his side. The fox remained on his toes and was ready to attack, but not before a quick reminder of their goal. "Remember," he rasped to his troops. "Grab what leftovers you can and then leave." With a final look towards his members, he turned towards the battlefield before them. "On my word." Thus began his cocky walk into the depths of the Elysium territory, watching a few gather near their burning home. For a moment, he watched with them. A sarcastic frown met his lips.
A golden eye turned to the nearest Elysium member. They jerked back in surprise as The Pitt's gruesome smell met their senses, causing them to shout urgently for help. "Disappointing," the fox reminisced. "Isn't it?" He cackled. While the Elysium member cowardly rushed away to grab assitance, Jervis got in a battle stance and prepared himself for the oncoming storm. The first Elysium member to arrive would be his first target. He would pounce in their direction, aiming to cling onto their side with jagged claws. Dagger-like teeth would then aim to smash their way into the enemy's neck. Whether his attack hit or not, he'd pull his head back and yell out a battle cry.
"PITTIANS ATTACK!"
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.