07-18-2019, 07:03 PM
[glow=#2b0505,2,300]SELF-ENTITLED[/glow]
While the crowd arrived, it seemed their victim had something to say. Perhaps words of defiance? Jervis, listening intently, let out a huff of annoyance. Jersidie's mocking words shook the ardent to the core, but they weren't going to save him from his damning fate. Hell, they even qualified for further punishment. Anyone standing up to such a barbarous leader was bound to get a great deal of pain dealt to them. Even if it was a mere bystander, just like the passionate [member=6177]Nari[/member] or decietful Fourthwall. Anyone within the vulpine's path would fall.
Disregarding Jersidie for the moment, his eyes shifted towards the mechanical voice within the crowd. They questioned what was before them. RK515 seemed intelligent enough to put the pieces together, but Jervis noticed that the modified canine always had to question the obvious, almost like a curious child. Golden eyes merely squinted at him. "Well, what do you think it is, mecha?" he snorted. The name-calling was a low blow at RK515's prosthetics. "Eugh." Fourthwall happened to be accurate in his prediction. Jervis did not give a straight answer whatsoever.
Instead, he would indirectly speak the answer RK515's desired to the audience. "Hellhounds, felines, and canines alike are supposed to be treated equally within The Pitt-" Minus him of course. The ardent is very prominent position. "-and if anyone is to mess with the equality within our ranks, they are in for a hell of a ride." A menacing glare shifted to all those involved in the predicament at the border, including turning his head towards Jerisidie in the process. They were all going to get their fair share of justice.
His tail grazed over Jerisidie's side mockingly. He made no effort in moving it away, as the male was restrained and unable to retaliate without being killed. "This miscreant here," he spat, "Decided to dig his claws into one of our own." The vulpine rose from the floor and began to lurk around the stage as he spoke. He paced among the stage's edge. "Consider this a warning to anyone who does the same, as much worse will follow." Eyes with an almost threatening glint stared downwards at his audience. Ivory teeth seeped out from the edge of his maw as he began to smirk, begging them to make the wrong decision so he could show The Pitt what he was capable of.
Then he pulled back. The ardent wandered behind the table and signaled the hidden figure to walk forward. From the darkness, a jet-black lion emerged with teeth bared. As they sauntered over, they mockingly snapped their drool-laced fangs in Jerisidie's direction. Lustful and willing, they stepped forward and paused by the edge of the table. Deranged eyes focused in on the canine's ankle. Dagger-like canines hovered over Jerisidie's secured paw in impatient anticipation. Thick slobber rolled down from their maw and gracefully fell onto the victim's leg.
"Do it."
In a swift movement, sharp canines breached Jerisidie's ankle. With teeth latching onto the canine's leg, he began to tug. With every pull, the leg's tendons began to split away from the body. Bones dislocated, muscles strained, and finally the skin gave away after an agonizing minute. The lion ripped at the leg with one last tug. With an immense amount of strength, the haunches gave way. Blood began to pour from the hollow crevice of where the leg once was, staining the leftover leg within the lion's jaws and Jerisidie's fur.
Jervis watched in pleasure. He said nothing as the ceremony happened, but the actions here today spoke a thousand words. With the deed done, he dismissed the lion. The punisher carried the leg away, disappearing back into the shade. They were going to take the leg to the border, remove the bone, and then place the remaining parts on a spike. Though it was not a head, it was an addition to their border's collection. It was a cruel reminder to The Pitt and their enemies. None would leave, nor would enter, without proclaiming loyalty.
The ardent had no sympathy for the wolf at this point and wasn't going to acknowledge his wounds whatsoever. He expected the same from his group. They hopefully, if they hadn't already, knew that they were in danger if they made any move to help him. "Let him bleed," he scoffed.
Without another care in the world, he strutted off. There was nothing else to acknowledge and he'd much rather pamper himself than to watch a weak traitor squirm, even if it was enthralling.
//Apologies, I've been sick for awhile now and still am. Forcing myself to post lmao + permission to powerplay from Teef
more like [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] narcissismDisregarding Jersidie for the moment, his eyes shifted towards the mechanical voice within the crowd. They questioned what was before them. RK515 seemed intelligent enough to put the pieces together, but Jervis noticed that the modified canine always had to question the obvious, almost like a curious child. Golden eyes merely squinted at him. "Well, what do you think it is, mecha?" he snorted. The name-calling was a low blow at RK515's prosthetics. "Eugh." Fourthwall happened to be accurate in his prediction. Jervis did not give a straight answer whatsoever.
Instead, he would indirectly speak the answer RK515's desired to the audience. "Hellhounds, felines, and canines alike are supposed to be treated equally within The Pitt-" Minus him of course. The ardent is very prominent position. "-and if anyone is to mess with the equality within our ranks, they are in for a hell of a ride." A menacing glare shifted to all those involved in the predicament at the border, including turning his head towards Jerisidie in the process. They were all going to get their fair share of justice.
His tail grazed over Jerisidie's side mockingly. He made no effort in moving it away, as the male was restrained and unable to retaliate without being killed. "This miscreant here," he spat, "Decided to dig his claws into one of our own." The vulpine rose from the floor and began to lurk around the stage as he spoke. He paced among the stage's edge. "Consider this a warning to anyone who does the same, as much worse will follow." Eyes with an almost threatening glint stared downwards at his audience. Ivory teeth seeped out from the edge of his maw as he began to smirk, begging them to make the wrong decision so he could show The Pitt what he was capable of.
Then he pulled back. The ardent wandered behind the table and signaled the hidden figure to walk forward. From the darkness, a jet-black lion emerged with teeth bared. As they sauntered over, they mockingly snapped their drool-laced fangs in Jerisidie's direction. Lustful and willing, they stepped forward and paused by the edge of the table. Deranged eyes focused in on the canine's ankle. Dagger-like canines hovered over Jerisidie's secured paw in impatient anticipation. Thick slobber rolled down from their maw and gracefully fell onto the victim's leg.
"Do it."
In a swift movement, sharp canines breached Jerisidie's ankle. With teeth latching onto the canine's leg, he began to tug. With every pull, the leg's tendons began to split away from the body. Bones dislocated, muscles strained, and finally the skin gave away after an agonizing minute. The lion ripped at the leg with one last tug. With an immense amount of strength, the haunches gave way. Blood began to pour from the hollow crevice of where the leg once was, staining the leftover leg within the lion's jaws and Jerisidie's fur.
Jervis watched in pleasure. He said nothing as the ceremony happened, but the actions here today spoke a thousand words. With the deed done, he dismissed the lion. The punisher carried the leg away, disappearing back into the shade. They were going to take the leg to the border, remove the bone, and then place the remaining parts on a spike. Though it was not a head, it was an addition to their border's collection. It was a cruel reminder to The Pitt and their enemies. None would leave, nor would enter, without proclaiming loyalty.
The ardent had no sympathy for the wolf at this point and wasn't going to acknowledge his wounds whatsoever. He expected the same from his group. They hopefully, if they hadn't already, knew that they were in danger if they made any move to help him. "Let him bleed," he scoffed.
Without another care in the world, he strutted off. There was nothing else to acknowledge and he'd much rather pamper himself than to watch a weak traitor squirm, even if it was enthralling.
//Apologies, I've been sick for awhile now and still am. Forcing myself to post lmao + permission to powerplay from Teef
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.