08-01-2019, 07:51 AM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
His jaws would part in a long, lazy yawn, teeth flashing in the sun as his lips pulled back. Damn. If this place didn't start picking up soon than he was going to turn into the laziest asshole that ever lift. Probably. Not really. Hell, it was a miricle that he was sitting still now for as long as he was. The massive maned canine was energetic in most senses, the type of guy who'd prefer to be on the go or doing just about anything aside from lazing about alone in a near empty camp. But shit, a guy had to rest, didn't he? And besides, from time to time it was a bit of a guilty pleasure to sprawl out on some warm rock and bath in the sun. It was probably the lion in him, but he didn't often let it have its way. Sloth was a bad sin to develop habits toward, and siince he was full up on the other five or six he figured he was safe to spare himself at least that one.
Be it luck or ill fortune when his lounging was interupted, he wasn't sure. Part of him would have been content to remain sprawled out on his side in the soft grasses of the jungle surrounding the camp, but another part was equally as greatful to hear the sudden roar of another. He recognized the voice as their newest members, Draekon, and would lazily get to his paws and shake out his coat. He wasn't sure what the tiger was calling out for, but he was more than happy to take the chance to do something other than be alone.
His strides were unrushed as he made his way over, shoulders rolling in a feline-like way despite the fact that he looked like a giant wolf with a main. There were many habits and subtle things that gave away his mixed blood, and the way his broad muscled frame moved was one of them. He'd let a grunt of greeting escape him as he drew to a stop in front of the tiger, wine-red eyes landing on their catch. A brow would raise in amusement- he didn't think Draekon would understand something like taking a prisoner. While the tiger had revealed he could speak and was responsive enough to what others said, there was still something undeniably primitive about them, something instinctual. He'd more expect them to eat a morsel like this rather than bring it back.
"She wasn't wandering near our borders, was she? Jervis'll be pissed if Tanglewoods encrouching on our land again." not that Fourth would necessarily mind this- a pissed off Jervis was apparently good news for the hybrid, who was now free to see the group begin down a road he was more approving of, personally. While he was sure that the Typhoon and Tanglewoods attack had left something broken in the Ardent to make him change like this, it wasn't in Fourths nature to be stympathetic toward someone he wasn't close to, and so he could only dismiss it in favor the outcome, which was The Pitt putting it's big boy pants back on and fucking up it's enemies.
And, like Jervis, this Tangler would receive no sympathy from him either. He didn't know or care about her in the slightest, and as far as he was concnerned, it was her back for choosing to align herself with a clan that wasn't his.
"SPEECH
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
His jaws would part in a long, lazy yawn, teeth flashing in the sun as his lips pulled back. Damn. If this place didn't start picking up soon than he was going to turn into the laziest asshole that ever lift. Probably. Not really. Hell, it was a miricle that he was sitting still now for as long as he was. The massive maned canine was energetic in most senses, the type of guy who'd prefer to be on the go or doing just about anything aside from lazing about alone in a near empty camp. But shit, a guy had to rest, didn't he? And besides, from time to time it was a bit of a guilty pleasure to sprawl out on some warm rock and bath in the sun. It was probably the lion in him, but he didn't often let it have its way. Sloth was a bad sin to develop habits toward, and siince he was full up on the other five or six he figured he was safe to spare himself at least that one.
Be it luck or ill fortune when his lounging was interupted, he wasn't sure. Part of him would have been content to remain sprawled out on his side in the soft grasses of the jungle surrounding the camp, but another part was equally as greatful to hear the sudden roar of another. He recognized the voice as their newest members, Draekon, and would lazily get to his paws and shake out his coat. He wasn't sure what the tiger was calling out for, but he was more than happy to take the chance to do something other than be alone.
His strides were unrushed as he made his way over, shoulders rolling in a feline-like way despite the fact that he looked like a giant wolf with a main. There were many habits and subtle things that gave away his mixed blood, and the way his broad muscled frame moved was one of them. He'd let a grunt of greeting escape him as he drew to a stop in front of the tiger, wine-red eyes landing on their catch. A brow would raise in amusement- he didn't think Draekon would understand something like taking a prisoner. While the tiger had revealed he could speak and was responsive enough to what others said, there was still something undeniably primitive about them, something instinctual. He'd more expect them to eat a morsel like this rather than bring it back.
"She wasn't wandering near our borders, was she? Jervis'll be pissed if Tanglewoods encrouching on our land again." not that Fourth would necessarily mind this- a pissed off Jervis was apparently good news for the hybrid, who was now free to see the group begin down a road he was more approving of, personally. While he was sure that the Typhoon and Tanglewoods attack had left something broken in the Ardent to make him change like this, it wasn't in Fourths nature to be stympathetic toward someone he wasn't close to, and so he could only dismiss it in favor the outcome, which was The Pitt putting it's big boy pants back on and fucking up it's enemies.
And, like Jervis, this Tangler would receive no sympathy from him either. He didn't know or care about her in the slightest, and as far as he was concnerned, it was her back for choosing to align herself with a clan that wasn't his.
"SPEECH
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