FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT
The faces that drew in to investigate were familiar to Fourth, but to Glitch they were new and it filled her with eager excitement. She had been alone for so long that even this violent, roguish world that Fourthwall had offered her seemed like the chance of a lifetime, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that was really why he'd rescued her- but she was okay with that. They were both lonely, and this way they at least had each other.
She was nervous as they began to come over, but she was glad none the less. These were her people now, and that knowledge gave her courage.
It wa a pair of foxes that first came to greet her, one an adult with black and red grizzled fur, and the other a younger orange vixen. They introduced themselves as Gael and Aine, and Glitch found herself grinning back at them as she waved her tail in a polite greeting. ]"It's really nice to meet you both. My name's Glitchhop, but you can just call me Glitch if you want."
This pair seemed nice enough, but she knew they weren't the ones she had to worry about. Fourth had warned her before hand that the only person she was likely to have trouble with was the Leader himself, Jervis, another fox who'd been scarred badly in a previous raid. She was ready to prove hereself to him when the time came though, and would take any challenge or punishment he declared if it meant she could stay. And while he hadn't said it out loud, she knew that her brother was taking a big chance in bringing her here so abruptly. There'd been no formality in regards to waiting at the border and she was more afraid for him than herself at this point.
The third arrival- and final for now, it would seam- was a large melanistic jaguar. He made his way over and set his words toward Fourthwall, who had remained lax and seemingly disintrested in her meet and greet since calling out. Upon hearing the others voice though he'd turn his wine red gaze on them and gesture in the other hounds direction. "My little sister, Glitchhop. I've brought her to be of some use to Jervis and the clan." he explained, casual and to the point as always.
"SPEECH
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT
The faces that drew in to investigate were familiar to Fourth, but to Glitch they were new and it filled her with eager excitement. She had been alone for so long that even this violent, roguish world that Fourthwall had offered her seemed like the chance of a lifetime, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that was really why he'd rescued her- but she was okay with that. They were both lonely, and this way they at least had each other.
She was nervous as they began to come over, but she was glad none the less. These were her people now, and that knowledge gave her courage.
It wa a pair of foxes that first came to greet her, one an adult with black and red grizzled fur, and the other a younger orange vixen. They introduced themselves as Gael and Aine, and Glitch found herself grinning back at them as she waved her tail in a polite greeting. ]"It's really nice to meet you both. My name's Glitchhop, but you can just call me Glitch if you want."
This pair seemed nice enough, but she knew they weren't the ones she had to worry about. Fourth had warned her before hand that the only person she was likely to have trouble with was the Leader himself, Jervis, another fox who'd been scarred badly in a previous raid. She was ready to prove hereself to him when the time came though, and would take any challenge or punishment he declared if it meant she could stay. And while he hadn't said it out loud, she knew that her brother was taking a big chance in bringing her here so abruptly. There'd been no formality in regards to waiting at the border and she was more afraid for him than herself at this point.
The third arrival- and final for now, it would seam- was a large melanistic jaguar. He made his way over and set his words toward Fourthwall, who had remained lax and seemingly disintrested in her meet and greet since calling out. Upon hearing the others voice though he'd turn his wine red gaze on them and gesture in the other hounds direction. "My little sister, Glitchhop. I've brought her to be of some use to Jervis and the clan." he explained, casual and to the point as always.
"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