[glow=#2b0505,2,300]ENTITLED BASTARD[/glow]
Gone.
The thought of his prisoners being taken back to their rightful home caused his stomach to knot and his throat to close. How dare they? Tanglewood had no right. Samantha and Beck were his. The two had been beaten to submission, one even gutted, but they still wanted those pathetic wimps back. To think that Crow wanted those impeccable cowards back on his land was disgraceful, but so be it. If Tanglewood wanted to continue their war, then go ahead. The situation was already chaotic. First this constant bloodshed was blatant generalization of their enemies, now things were getting personal.
Something Jervis had noticed was Crow's kinship. Compared to the ardent, Tanglewood's general held true to his heart and stood up for his family, along with his friends. It was truly noble. There were a few notable members he had cared for. One in particular caught his eye though. Their sawbones, also Crow's son, Selby was key to the group. Not only did they provide medical care, they also were by the leader's side. Those combined with his relationship with Crow knocked out three birds with one stone. Thus began their demise.
Through the grapevine came some astounding news. An opportunity fell before the vulpine's paws in no time. Talk came from afar about a girl by the name of Pastel, daughter of Crow and sister of Selby himself. She was considerably smaller, perceived as a kitten to many, and an easy target. Soon enough, the plan was in motion.
Midnight struck. A red glint in the moonlight slid throughout the night. They breezed through the marsh's rough territory and quickly into Tanglewood's home without being detected. Within no time the scavenger's target was acquired. It didn't help that Pastel wore a blatantly obvious witch hat that identified her immediately. Jervis, nevertheless, was pleased. His job was just too easy.
His victim didn't go easily. Her pointed claws raked through his skin as she fought to get away from Jervis, but eventually she succumbed. In no time, Pastel was dragged away by her scruff. She was dragged throughout the territory, ivy and scratches littering her body along the way, and to the junk yard. From there she was promptly killed. A simple slit to the small girl's throat did the job. For the most part, the only damage was the crimson stain left on her iridescent fur. After all, the vulpine needed her body to be recognizable to the rest of the group.
Even so, the ardent wanted to do something special. This couldn't be some random murder, no. They had to know it was him. What better than removing the female's right eye? After all, Samantha and Beck had received the same treatment. It only seemed customary. Just like with the others, Jervis stuck his ivory claws underneath her eyelid and pulled. It popped out easily. Pastel's eye then was laid aside, it's green lifeless orb staring up at the side. Advancing forward, he also managed to carve a 'J' into her flank just as an extra precaution.
With the job done, he disappeared back into the underbrush and disappeared into the darkness.
Two weeks later.
The musk of death surrounded the junk yard. A corpse laid on the edge of the first trash pile, rotting away. Crows picked away at Pastel's body, hollowing out her chest.Upon the arrival of the first person though, they would all fly away except one. On her shoulder sat the smallest crow of them all. Pitch black like the night, they sat still. In their mouth was the female's shrivled green eye, staring out at those who arrived before her corpse. From afar, the eye would look like a shrived fruit, but upon closer inspection they would see what it really was. Needless to say, the site was unnerving.
//powerplay allowed by designated roleplayers [member=2072]selby roux ![/member] [member=883]sugary[/member]
DISOWNED [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] DISGRACEThe thought of his prisoners being taken back to their rightful home caused his stomach to knot and his throat to close. How dare they? Tanglewood had no right. Samantha and Beck were his. The two had been beaten to submission, one even gutted, but they still wanted those pathetic wimps back. To think that Crow wanted those impeccable cowards back on his land was disgraceful, but so be it. If Tanglewood wanted to continue their war, then go ahead. The situation was already chaotic. First this constant bloodshed was blatant generalization of their enemies, now things were getting personal.
Something Jervis had noticed was Crow's kinship. Compared to the ardent, Tanglewood's general held true to his heart and stood up for his family, along with his friends. It was truly noble. There were a few notable members he had cared for. One in particular caught his eye though. Their sawbones, also Crow's son, Selby was key to the group. Not only did they provide medical care, they also were by the leader's side. Those combined with his relationship with Crow knocked out three birds with one stone. Thus began their demise.
Through the grapevine came some astounding news. An opportunity fell before the vulpine's paws in no time. Talk came from afar about a girl by the name of Pastel, daughter of Crow and sister of Selby himself. She was considerably smaller, perceived as a kitten to many, and an easy target. Soon enough, the plan was in motion.
Midnight struck. A red glint in the moonlight slid throughout the night. They breezed through the marsh's rough territory and quickly into Tanglewood's home without being detected. Within no time the scavenger's target was acquired. It didn't help that Pastel wore a blatantly obvious witch hat that identified her immediately. Jervis, nevertheless, was pleased. His job was just too easy.
His victim didn't go easily. Her pointed claws raked through his skin as she fought to get away from Jervis, but eventually she succumbed. In no time, Pastel was dragged away by her scruff. She was dragged throughout the territory, ivy and scratches littering her body along the way, and to the junk yard. From there she was promptly killed. A simple slit to the small girl's throat did the job. For the most part, the only damage was the crimson stain left on her iridescent fur. After all, the vulpine needed her body to be recognizable to the rest of the group.
Even so, the ardent wanted to do something special. This couldn't be some random murder, no. They had to know it was him. What better than removing the female's right eye? After all, Samantha and Beck had received the same treatment. It only seemed customary. Just like with the others, Jervis stuck his ivory claws underneath her eyelid and pulled. It popped out easily. Pastel's eye then was laid aside, it's green lifeless orb staring up at the side. Advancing forward, he also managed to carve a 'J' into her flank just as an extra precaution.
With the job done, he disappeared back into the underbrush and disappeared into the darkness.
Two weeks later.
The musk of death surrounded the junk yard. A corpse laid on the edge of the first trash pile, rotting away. Crows picked away at Pastel's body, hollowing out her chest.Upon the arrival of the first person though, they would all fly away except one. On her shoulder sat the smallest crow of them all. Pitch black like the night, they sat still. In their mouth was the female's shrivled green eye, staring out at those who arrived before her corpse. From afar, the eye would look like a shrived fruit, but upon closer inspection they would see what it really was. Needless to say, the site was unnerving.
//powerplay allowed by designated roleplayers [member=2072]selby roux ![/member] [member=883]sugary[/member]
dog with disease, you're the king of the sleaze
DEATH ON TWO LEGS
misguided old mule with your pigheaded rules
( ♛ ) —————— [color=#4C0900]tags. & the pitt. & red fox. & deceased.