08-13-2019, 12:35 PM
FOURTHWALL FALLOUT & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT
The pair were at the treehouse they called home, just on the edge of their camp, when Fourthwall heard Jervis calling the Pittians to arms. His tongue would run along his lips as he got to his paws and shook out his coat before calling down to Glitchhop below. "Hear that, little sister? Sounds like our King is calling." he'd say, jaws parting to taste the wind in a very lionesque way. The Typhoon. Had they come for their bait, at last?
On the ground below was Glitch, large paws playfully battering at a fallen branch, retractable claws easily stripping the bark. At Fourthwalls words she would pause and strain her ears, catching the sounds in the distance. Nervous excitement coursed through her. She could feel the call to battle inside her and she rolled to her paws and strode forward eagerly. "It's Tanglewood, insn't it?" she asked, her tone akin to thaht of an apprentice hearing that an ambassador was coming to visit.
Fourthwall would leap down from his treehouse to the ground below, leading the way to join the ranks with Jervis. "Yup. Don't die. Use the memories I gave you to kick some ass out there."
"Right!" she'd exclaim, running off into the other Pittians to join the fight.
Fourthwall moved toward the front line, pawsteps swift and steady. He spotted the red fur of Jervis calling orders as he ran to front to lead the charge, and took note of Bai Shi protecting young Aine, and Draekon who was stalking forward. His wine-red eyes would turn to the battlefield, the Tanglers fast approaching. His tail would flick behind him like a cat staring at prey, looking to pick out which one he was going to set his eager fangs on. His gaze had set itself on Red when a sudden outburst from his left caught his attention. "Draekon, what-"
He was cut off as the other suddenly lunged for Jervis, who was snapping and snarling at the flank of a lion. The tiger may have been scrawny due to being underfed, but his teeth were still perfectly sharp, his claws capable. 'Damn it..' Fourth would growl inwardly, annoyance lighting in him like a fire. There was no time to be fighting his own, and yet he couldn't let the Ardent be ripped apart, outnumbered and outsized.
[member=6888]DRAEKON[/member] - "STOP!" the wolf-lion roared, springing after the other with a snarl. Fourthwall liked the tiger, enjoyed his weird company, but he couldn't allow mutiny among the ranks. Too much was at stake for the Pitt, and aside from that... Fourthwall and Jervis had their own agreement. It wouldn't suit the black and gold canine to lose him in this battle. Aiming to crash into Draekons haunches, Fourth would attempt to dig his claws and fangs into the other felines haunches to drag him down like prey.
meanwhile...
Glitchhop had never fought in battle before, but it felt as if she had. Fourthwall had given her memories of his many fights, and in her mind she could feel skin tear beneath her claws and blood gush into her mouth. She was eager to prove herself to her new brother, to show she could be useful to him and his clan. She was thankful that he'd saved her and she knew that aside from her efforts to help, she had nothing else to offer them in return.
And so she took her place int he frontline with the other Pittians, fur standing on end and claws flexing as the masses charged for one another and all hell broke loose. Spotting a hyena who hadn't yet been challenged, Glitch would pad forward with a snarl, golden eyes locking on [member=6879]Vathmos[/member] with determination. "You shouldn't have come here bottomfeeder." she'd growl, tail lashing behind her as she lunged for the other female with claws outstretched, looking to batter her skull with heavy blows that would both stun and rip at her flesh.
"SPEECH
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT
The pair were at the treehouse they called home, just on the edge of their camp, when Fourthwall heard Jervis calling the Pittians to arms. His tongue would run along his lips as he got to his paws and shook out his coat before calling down to Glitchhop below. "Hear that, little sister? Sounds like our King is calling." he'd say, jaws parting to taste the wind in a very lionesque way. The Typhoon. Had they come for their bait, at last?
On the ground below was Glitch, large paws playfully battering at a fallen branch, retractable claws easily stripping the bark. At Fourthwalls words she would pause and strain her ears, catching the sounds in the distance. Nervous excitement coursed through her. She could feel the call to battle inside her and she rolled to her paws and strode forward eagerly. "It's Tanglewood, insn't it?" she asked, her tone akin to thaht of an apprentice hearing that an ambassador was coming to visit.
Fourthwall would leap down from his treehouse to the ground below, leading the way to join the ranks with Jervis. "Yup. Don't die. Use the memories I gave you to kick some ass out there."
"Right!" she'd exclaim, running off into the other Pittians to join the fight.
Fourthwall moved toward the front line, pawsteps swift and steady. He spotted the red fur of Jervis calling orders as he ran to front to lead the charge, and took note of Bai Shi protecting young Aine, and Draekon who was stalking forward. His wine-red eyes would turn to the battlefield, the Tanglers fast approaching. His tail would flick behind him like a cat staring at prey, looking to pick out which one he was going to set his eager fangs on. His gaze had set itself on Red when a sudden outburst from his left caught his attention. "Draekon, what-"
He was cut off as the other suddenly lunged for Jervis, who was snapping and snarling at the flank of a lion. The tiger may have been scrawny due to being underfed, but his teeth were still perfectly sharp, his claws capable. 'Damn it..' Fourth would growl inwardly, annoyance lighting in him like a fire. There was no time to be fighting his own, and yet he couldn't let the Ardent be ripped apart, outnumbered and outsized.
[member=6888]DRAEKON[/member] - "STOP!" the wolf-lion roared, springing after the other with a snarl. Fourthwall liked the tiger, enjoyed his weird company, but he couldn't allow mutiny among the ranks. Too much was at stake for the Pitt, and aside from that... Fourthwall and Jervis had their own agreement. It wouldn't suit the black and gold canine to lose him in this battle. Aiming to crash into Draekons haunches, Fourth would attempt to dig his claws and fangs into the other felines haunches to drag him down like prey.
meanwhile...
Glitchhop had never fought in battle before, but it felt as if she had. Fourthwall had given her memories of his many fights, and in her mind she could feel skin tear beneath her claws and blood gush into her mouth. She was eager to prove herself to her new brother, to show she could be useful to him and his clan. She was thankful that he'd saved her and she knew that aside from her efforts to help, she had nothing else to offer them in return.
And so she took her place int he frontline with the other Pittians, fur standing on end and claws flexing as the masses charged for one another and all hell broke loose. Spotting a hyena who hadn't yet been challenged, Glitch would pad forward with a snarl, golden eyes locking on [member=6879]Vathmos[/member] with determination. "You shouldn't have come here bottomfeeder." she'd growl, tail lashing behind her as she lunged for the other female with claws outstretched, looking to batter her skull with heavy blows that would both stun and rip at her flesh.
"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