08-25-2019, 08:21 PM
FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT
Jervis was not alone in haunting the borders of the Pitt. Two massive canines, wolfish looking creatures, were quick to pad from the depths of the jungle to flank the fox that called himself Leader. The larger of the two was a black furred wolf with golden brindleing throughout his fur. He was the larger and older of the two, with wine red eyes that were impossible to read as they landed on the dhole. His expression and stance were relaxed and casual, a subtle smirk sitting on his lips as he listened to Jervis speak. The second was somewhat smaller than the first, a female with dark brown fur and similar golden brindling. She seemed more alert and eager than her counterpart, though for blood or a greeting it seemed impossible to tell. Her golden eyes were bright and filled with light, and while she seemed ready to chase the other off there wasn't any outward hostility in her body language, just the energy of a well trained dog that was ready for a command.
The pair added nothing to the conversation because there was no reason to, The individual before them was nobody yet, neither a clanmate to welcome nor an enemy to chase off, and so they waited for the fogs to lift in the wake of their Ardents decision.
"SPEECH
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT
Jervis was not alone in haunting the borders of the Pitt. Two massive canines, wolfish looking creatures, were quick to pad from the depths of the jungle to flank the fox that called himself Leader. The larger of the two was a black furred wolf with golden brindleing throughout his fur. He was the larger and older of the two, with wine red eyes that were impossible to read as they landed on the dhole. His expression and stance were relaxed and casual, a subtle smirk sitting on his lips as he listened to Jervis speak. The second was somewhat smaller than the first, a female with dark brown fur and similar golden brindling. She seemed more alert and eager than her counterpart, though for blood or a greeting it seemed impossible to tell. Her golden eyes were bright and filled with light, and while she seemed ready to chase the other off there wasn't any outward hostility in her body language, just the energy of a well trained dog that was ready for a command.
The pair added nothing to the conversation because there was no reason to, The individual before them was nobody yet, neither a clanmate to welcome nor an enemy to chase off, and so they waited for the fogs to lift in the wake of their Ardents decision.
"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