08-02-2019, 03:05 PM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
There were all kinds of monsters in the world. Some bore their teeth in wicked grins and paraded about, others stalked the shadows and drove the living mad. Some were imposters, pretending to be your friends. And still there were others, all operating in their own way. Villains. Heros. Nobodies. Among them was Fourthwall, a social, energetic, aggressive individual with no filter and almost as many morals. He could be loyal and protective, but only toward people who'd managed to make a mark on him, and above all, he was a male who gave in to his impulses and desires, putting himself first. Some called him selfish and aloof, and they were right in doing so.
The Pitt gave him a place to be himself, because one of thie things he held in high regard was his freedom. As someone who gave into his urges whenever they arose he waaaas prone to be unpredictable. He liked to fight, liked to sleep around, liked to mess with people. Anticlans let him do that, and he'd come to make himself at home within the ranks of the group. Lately though, things had been quiet in camp. There were only a handful of people around and this left him wanting in the area of having people to socialize with. Aine and Gail were nice but nobody he was close to. Kydobi was dead. Bai Shi was pretty cool but she didn't seem like the kind of person he could have proper fun with. Draekon was really the only person around that seemed to give Fourthwall any satisfaction, but he couldn't harass the malnourished tiger all the time.
And so, he was alone again, lounging on the roof of his treehouse in a beam of sunlight, and while he looked quite comfortable and cat-like sprawled out on the edge of the roof with two of his paws hanging over the side, he was actually quite bored. It wasn't like him to laze about like this and he was frustrated at having to do so. It was getting to a point where he'd accept just about anything as worthy of his time, as long as it broke the monotony that had settled in.
[member=3615]JERVIS[/member]
"SPEECH
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
There were all kinds of monsters in the world. Some bore their teeth in wicked grins and paraded about, others stalked the shadows and drove the living mad. Some were imposters, pretending to be your friends. And still there were others, all operating in their own way. Villains. Heros. Nobodies. Among them was Fourthwall, a social, energetic, aggressive individual with no filter and almost as many morals. He could be loyal and protective, but only toward people who'd managed to make a mark on him, and above all, he was a male who gave in to his impulses and desires, putting himself first. Some called him selfish and aloof, and they were right in doing so.
The Pitt gave him a place to be himself, because one of thie things he held in high regard was his freedom. As someone who gave into his urges whenever they arose he waaaas prone to be unpredictable. He liked to fight, liked to sleep around, liked to mess with people. Anticlans let him do that, and he'd come to make himself at home within the ranks of the group. Lately though, things had been quiet in camp. There were only a handful of people around and this left him wanting in the area of having people to socialize with. Aine and Gail were nice but nobody he was close to. Kydobi was dead. Bai Shi was pretty cool but she didn't seem like the kind of person he could have proper fun with. Draekon was really the only person around that seemed to give Fourthwall any satisfaction, but he couldn't harass the malnourished tiger all the time.
And so, he was alone again, lounging on the roof of his treehouse in a beam of sunlight, and while he looked quite comfortable and cat-like sprawled out on the edge of the roof with two of his paws hanging over the side, he was actually quite bored. It wasn't like him to laze about like this and he was frustrated at having to do so. It was getting to a point where he'd accept just about anything as worthy of his time, as long as it broke the monotony that had settled in.
[member=3615]JERVIS[/member]
"SPEECH
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt