09-16-2019, 10:38 AM
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
He hadn't expected Jervis to accept right away, and he wasn't sure what that compliance said about the male. Was he just desperate to win whoever he could to his side, or did he just not mind the idea of being with someone like Fourth? He wasn't one to dwell, though. While he was by no means an idiot and was actually quite clever and cunning, to sit and philosophise about why things were the way they were had never been in his nature. He was a man of action, a 'doer' who prefered to face ythe consequences as they came rather than drive himself mad trying to premptively drudge them up. And so to Fourth it didn't really matter just why things had gone as smoothly as they had, or why Jervis really wanted to start from scratch with him.
"Sure, I'll be your dirty secret." the canine would chuckle, voice low and playful as the fox pressed against him. Fourth was no stranger to physical contact with others. He'd spent much of his life sleeping around iwith randoms which had in turn led to the large number of Fallouts that thrived in the lands of Agrelos, far, far away from here. Another world away, in fact. But it wasn't just the fact that sex was fun that had caused him to develop such a promiscuous nature.
No, Fourth was damaged, you see. Not on the outside where it was easy to see and shy away from, but inside, where the scars sat so deeply on his soul that you had to gaze deep into the abyss in order to glimpse them, deeper than most could manage. The kind of scars that could only exist if you let someone deep into your heart where their knives could carve deep. And he'd learned his lesson, knew better now than to ever be dumb enough to let someone have that part of him again, but... a part of him still liked to pretend, sometimes. Granted, Jervis wasn't usually the sort of guy he went for. Fourth liked innocent things, people who were easy to fluster and quick to submit. The fox who was pressing against him now was far from the innocent type. He was demanding and vain and broken- corrupted.
Fourth didn't care.
Maybe he was tired of having nobody around. Maybe he was just so bored he didn't give a fuck anymore. It didn't matter, did it? Jervis and Fourth had a deal, and there was no going back on it now. Leaning over he'd run his muzzle along theback of the smaller canines neck, pausing just behind their ears to deliver a playful, possesive nip that caught the scruff of their neck. A signature on the contract, signing his soul away. "Now's good."
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
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
He hadn't expected Jervis to accept right away, and he wasn't sure what that compliance said about the male. Was he just desperate to win whoever he could to his side, or did he just not mind the idea of being with someone like Fourth? He wasn't one to dwell, though. While he was by no means an idiot and was actually quite clever and cunning, to sit and philosophise about why things were the way they were had never been in his nature. He was a man of action, a 'doer' who prefered to face ythe consequences as they came rather than drive himself mad trying to premptively drudge them up. And so to Fourth it didn't really matter just why things had gone as smoothly as they had, or why Jervis really wanted to start from scratch with him.
"Sure, I'll be your dirty secret." the canine would chuckle, voice low and playful as the fox pressed against him. Fourth was no stranger to physical contact with others. He'd spent much of his life sleeping around iwith randoms which had in turn led to the large number of Fallouts that thrived in the lands of Agrelos, far, far away from here. Another world away, in fact. But it wasn't just the fact that sex was fun that had caused him to develop such a promiscuous nature.
No, Fourth was damaged, you see. Not on the outside where it was easy to see and shy away from, but inside, where the scars sat so deeply on his soul that you had to gaze deep into the abyss in order to glimpse them, deeper than most could manage. The kind of scars that could only exist if you let someone deep into your heart where their knives could carve deep. And he'd learned his lesson, knew better now than to ever be dumb enough to let someone have that part of him again, but... a part of him still liked to pretend, sometimes. Granted, Jervis wasn't usually the sort of guy he went for. Fourth liked innocent things, people who were easy to fluster and quick to submit. The fox who was pressing against him now was far from the innocent type. He was demanding and vain and broken- corrupted.
Fourth didn't care.
Maybe he was tired of having nobody around. Maybe he was just so bored he didn't give a fuck anymore. It didn't matter, did it? Jervis and Fourth had a deal, and there was no going back on it now. Leaning over he'd run his muzzle along theback of the smaller canines neck, pausing just behind their ears to deliver a playful, possesive nip that caught the scruff of their neck. A signature on the contract, signing his soul away. "Now's good."
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
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