09-04-2019, 07:42 PM
FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / FEMALE - 17 - OBEDIENT & CHEERFUL - THE PITT
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THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY
It was one of those rare occassions that Glitch wasn't trailing along behind Fourthwall. While the older hyrbid was an unwavering source of comfort through presence alone, she had grown confident enough to go off on her own within the Pitts border, seeking the friendship of others as well. So far she hadn't had much luck in making any true friends. She'd met a few individuals who'd welcomed her kindly enough, but nobody had really spent any more time with her than that. And so, while Fourth was off working out in the desert, Glitch had gone padding off along the random jungle trails in search of something to do or someone to tag along with. For a good while she'd remained alone with nothing to satisfy her hunger for company, but eventually she caught the scent of some other Pittians and went padding off in their direction.
She found them just off of a trail, Aine, Kydobi, and August. It occured to her that they might be busy with some private affair, but she was too bored to be wary and made her way over with a hopeful smile shadowing her lips. "Hey guys." she called, tail flicking behind her in greeting like a cat despite the fact that she looked like a giant wolf. Late to the party of course, she had no idea that two of the three had only just arrived, and when she spotted the beautiful stone rimmed garden her smile brightened and her golden eyes shifted among the trio. "This is awesome! Are you guys building a garden? I can help if you want." she'd say, eager to find a way to be welcome there.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"SPEECH
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / FEMALE - 17 - OBEDIENT & CHEERFUL - THE PITT
______________________________________________________________________________
THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY
It was one of those rare occassions that Glitch wasn't trailing along behind Fourthwall. While the older hyrbid was an unwavering source of comfort through presence alone, she had grown confident enough to go off on her own within the Pitts border, seeking the friendship of others as well. So far she hadn't had much luck in making any true friends. She'd met a few individuals who'd welcomed her kindly enough, but nobody had really spent any more time with her than that. And so, while Fourth was off working out in the desert, Glitch had gone padding off along the random jungle trails in search of something to do or someone to tag along with. For a good while she'd remained alone with nothing to satisfy her hunger for company, but eventually she caught the scent of some other Pittians and went padding off in their direction.
She found them just off of a trail, Aine, Kydobi, and August. It occured to her that they might be busy with some private affair, but she was too bored to be wary and made her way over with a hopeful smile shadowing her lips. "Hey guys." she called, tail flicking behind her in greeting like a cat despite the fact that she looked like a giant wolf. Late to the party of course, she had no idea that two of the three had only just arrived, and when she spotted the beautiful stone rimmed garden her smile brightened and her golden eyes shifted among the trio. "This is awesome! Are you guys building a garden? I can help if you want." she'd say, eager to find a way to be welcome there.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"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