07-09-2019, 09:48 PM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
Fourthwall had been around for a while now. At first his efforts had been visible to anyone when it came to his activity and participation, but it was true that those had died don in the last few weeks. He knew that this would not be the case for long- he was to impulsive and social to remain withdrawn for any extended period of time, and sure enough the canine felt that old itch coming back to urge him into action. As of late the young males days had been spent in seclusion, either patrolling the borders on his own or training in the secondary hut attached to his treehouse, and for a good while he'd been happy to be on his own. But idle hands were the devils playground, and with an immaturity that bordered on childish it was really no surprise that his fickle nature would change from wanting to be alone to wanting to socialise so quickly. And it was an odd looking canine that would first draw him out of his self imposed solitude.
The large canine- unnaturally large to be just a normal wolf- was lounging in a lazy, cat-like fashion atop the roof of his wooden treehouse, red wine eyes half-lidded to watch the bustling going on a short distance below where the three temples stood. Boredom had been gnawing away at him for the last hour or so and he found himself growing steadily impatient. It had never been in his nature to lay about or waste his time sitting still. He was a creature of endless energy and movement, the sort of person who was always doing something weather that be patrolling, cleaning, raiding, or whatever. Usually he could be found harassing some unsuspecting person or forcing a clanmate into chatting by following them around without their permission, and to see him just sitting about was an unusual sight indeed. Luckily for him, his curiosity was about to lead him into greener pastures. RK515 was nobody Fourthwall had met before, and so the sight of the cyborg canine was enough to lift the males chin from his paws and open his eyes fully. In terms of similarities between the two there weren't very many- while both appeared to be canines of darker coloration, Fourthwall was much, much bigger in terms of size, something gained from the lion genetics that were mixed in with his wolf ones. Muscles and scars lined his body and if he were to flex the claws at the end of his feet you'd find they were retractable like his feline counterpart. This strangers legs were interesting as well, born of a white metal hat was a stark contrast from his darker fur. Something about the one eye was off as well, and after a moment Fourth realised that it, too, was mechanical in nature. The odd monstrosity was simply standing there and staring out into the market, and Fourth found them interesting enough to raise to his paws, drop down to the ground, and make his way over.
"Did your batteries run out, or something?" the canine would inquire, the tone casual and nothing more than friendly jest. One would learn quickly that he was a male with little shame and no filter- he said and did what he wanted, which had the habit of making him appear blunt or cruel at times- and maybe he was. That wasn't to say he didn't have his morals though, and what one person perceived as evil another might see as simply misguided. Whatever the case was, there was no formality or hesitance about him as he strolled over and came to a stop before the other, and from his tone and relaxed body language it would have been easy for someone to assume that the two had met before on several different occasions. That was just how Fourth was, though. He didn't care enough to put on masks for others or to hide his true intentions and feelings. He was a creature of impulse and wants, and seldom did he neglect these things. So, if he wanted to talk to a stranger he would, and he wouldn't pussyfoot around the subject either.
"SPEECH
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
Fourthwall had been around for a while now. At first his efforts had been visible to anyone when it came to his activity and participation, but it was true that those had died don in the last few weeks. He knew that this would not be the case for long- he was to impulsive and social to remain withdrawn for any extended period of time, and sure enough the canine felt that old itch coming back to urge him into action. As of late the young males days had been spent in seclusion, either patrolling the borders on his own or training in the secondary hut attached to his treehouse, and for a good while he'd been happy to be on his own. But idle hands were the devils playground, and with an immaturity that bordered on childish it was really no surprise that his fickle nature would change from wanting to be alone to wanting to socialise so quickly. And it was an odd looking canine that would first draw him out of his self imposed solitude.
The large canine- unnaturally large to be just a normal wolf- was lounging in a lazy, cat-like fashion atop the roof of his wooden treehouse, red wine eyes half-lidded to watch the bustling going on a short distance below where the three temples stood. Boredom had been gnawing away at him for the last hour or so and he found himself growing steadily impatient. It had never been in his nature to lay about or waste his time sitting still. He was a creature of endless energy and movement, the sort of person who was always doing something weather that be patrolling, cleaning, raiding, or whatever. Usually he could be found harassing some unsuspecting person or forcing a clanmate into chatting by following them around without their permission, and to see him just sitting about was an unusual sight indeed. Luckily for him, his curiosity was about to lead him into greener pastures. RK515 was nobody Fourthwall had met before, and so the sight of the cyborg canine was enough to lift the males chin from his paws and open his eyes fully. In terms of similarities between the two there weren't very many- while both appeared to be canines of darker coloration, Fourthwall was much, much bigger in terms of size, something gained from the lion genetics that were mixed in with his wolf ones. Muscles and scars lined his body and if he were to flex the claws at the end of his feet you'd find they were retractable like his feline counterpart. This strangers legs were interesting as well, born of a white metal hat was a stark contrast from his darker fur. Something about the one eye was off as well, and after a moment Fourth realised that it, too, was mechanical in nature. The odd monstrosity was simply standing there and staring out into the market, and Fourth found them interesting enough to raise to his paws, drop down to the ground, and make his way over.
"Did your batteries run out, or something?" the canine would inquire, the tone casual and nothing more than friendly jest. One would learn quickly that he was a male with little shame and no filter- he said and did what he wanted, which had the habit of making him appear blunt or cruel at times- and maybe he was. That wasn't to say he didn't have his morals though, and what one person perceived as evil another might see as simply misguided. Whatever the case was, there was no formality or hesitance about him as he strolled over and came to a stop before the other, and from his tone and relaxed body language it would have been easy for someone to assume that the two had met before on several different occasions. That was just how Fourth was, though. He didn't care enough to put on masks for others or to hide his true intentions and feelings. He was a creature of impulse and wants, and seldom did he neglect these things. So, if he wanted to talk to a stranger he would, and he wouldn't pussyfoot around the subject either.
"SPEECH
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