10-08-2019, 06:09 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 wasn't just a handful of foxes and a pair of dragons that called the Pitt their home, and Fourthwall would have been playfully disapointed to learn that he wasn't on the strangers list of 'members they'd heard about'. After all, he considered himself to be one of the groups more... dangerous assets. Redvox wasn't wrong with his assumptions that many of the clan were just there for show, sour attitudes and idle threats that never came through. But there were a few who stalked the land that were as predatory as the rumors promised, beings who didn't wince at the violence at shy away at the sight of blood. Granted, Fourth wasn't the most beastly looking guy out there- he was big sure, and the scars that covered his well muscled form spoke of the many fights he'd been apart of in his lifetime, but he wasn't monstorous to behold. Hell, even the little bat-goat was creepier in terms of appearence. No, his monster was on the inside, and it was social and possesive and aloof to the feelings of others. It was demanding and impulsive and unafraid of things such as 'consequences'.
On the size front though, Redvox would not be dissapointed. Fourthwall was a self-proclaimed 'hellhound', a large, muscular beast with the facial features and coloration of a wolf but the powerful physique of a lion. It was not an unnatractive blend despite how unusual it was, and the hound had little trouble in finding companionship if it was what he sought.
This little trip though had nothing to do with seeking company of any sort, which was unusal if you were familiar with Fourth. Despite his blunt and sometimes cruel dealings with outsiders to the Pit, when it came to his own he was practically a puppy on their heels, always seeking someone to train with or explore with or just to bother in general. Life was boring when it was spent alone, and so he would often seek out people to help break up the monotony. More often than not his younger sister, Glitchhop, was who he could be found with, but since she had aclimated to clan life they were found on their own more and more as they carved out paths for themselves in the clan. As likely as Fourth was to be bothering someone at any given moment, his brand of socialization was much different than that of his sisters. Glitchhop was a bright, playful, naive thing with a fiesty streak and a desire to fit in with those around her. She could be considered rambunctious and even innocent in some regards, despite her complete lack of regard for others when it came to wartime. Fourthwall was more relaxed, a calm, confident individual who simply did whatever he liked with or without the approval of his clanmates. He was wise to the world and had no intention of proving himself to anyone. Life was his game, a one way trip in where you could enjoy the ride and whatever it threw at you, or it let it break you until the end was more of a blessing than and inevitability.
And true to form, the young hellion had found himself craving a bit of a workout. He didn't like sitting still for too long any more than he enjoyed long periods of silence, and so when his paws had begun to itch and his sister hadn't been around to spar with him, he'd struck out toward the sparring temple to see if he could find anyone there that might be able to go a few rounds with him, even though he knew Baishi and Kydobi -the only two who could really pose a good challenge- likely wouldn't be found there are this time of day. It was quiet as he mde his way into the temple. and a small frown tugged at his lips as he realized he would have to make due on his own- until he heard a sound. A soft shuffling up ahead, and then a voice.
His gaze would narrow slightly on the individual as they came into view, because neither they nor their voice held any bearing in Fourthwalls recollection. As his black and gold brindle body slunk from the shadows he found himself face to face with a weird little creature, one that brought an amused quirk to a single brow as he stared down at them. "Yeah, I'm here. Who the hell are you?" he asked, and while his words were blunt and held a tone that expected an answer, they weren't exactly unwelcoming. In fact, Fourth didn't seem put off at all by the fact that a goat-bat-demon-creature was waiting for him in the darkness of the training temple, but then again there were very few things that could illicit a proper response from the canine.
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
It wasn't just a handful of foxes and a pair of dragons that called the Pitt their home, and Fourthwall would have been playfully disapointed to learn that he wasn't on the strangers list of 'members they'd heard about'. After all, he considered himself to be one of the groups more... dangerous assets. Redvox wasn't wrong with his assumptions that many of the clan were just there for show, sour attitudes and idle threats that never came through. But there were a few who stalked the land that were as predatory as the rumors promised, beings who didn't wince at the violence at shy away at the sight of blood. Granted, Fourth wasn't the most beastly looking guy out there- he was big sure, and the scars that covered his well muscled form spoke of the many fights he'd been apart of in his lifetime, but he wasn't monstorous to behold. Hell, even the little bat-goat was creepier in terms of appearence. No, his monster was on the inside, and it was social and possesive and aloof to the feelings of others. It was demanding and impulsive and unafraid of things such as 'consequences'.
On the size front though, Redvox would not be dissapointed. Fourthwall was a self-proclaimed 'hellhound', a large, muscular beast with the facial features and coloration of a wolf but the powerful physique of a lion. It was not an unnatractive blend despite how unusual it was, and the hound had little trouble in finding companionship if it was what he sought.
This little trip though had nothing to do with seeking company of any sort, which was unusal if you were familiar with Fourth. Despite his blunt and sometimes cruel dealings with outsiders to the Pit, when it came to his own he was practically a puppy on their heels, always seeking someone to train with or explore with or just to bother in general. Life was boring when it was spent alone, and so he would often seek out people to help break up the monotony. More often than not his younger sister, Glitchhop, was who he could be found with, but since she had aclimated to clan life they were found on their own more and more as they carved out paths for themselves in the clan. As likely as Fourth was to be bothering someone at any given moment, his brand of socialization was much different than that of his sisters. Glitchhop was a bright, playful, naive thing with a fiesty streak and a desire to fit in with those around her. She could be considered rambunctious and even innocent in some regards, despite her complete lack of regard for others when it came to wartime. Fourthwall was more relaxed, a calm, confident individual who simply did whatever he liked with or without the approval of his clanmates. He was wise to the world and had no intention of proving himself to anyone. Life was his game, a one way trip in where you could enjoy the ride and whatever it threw at you, or it let it break you until the end was more of a blessing than and inevitability.
And true to form, the young hellion had found himself craving a bit of a workout. He didn't like sitting still for too long any more than he enjoyed long periods of silence, and so when his paws had begun to itch and his sister hadn't been around to spar with him, he'd struck out toward the sparring temple to see if he could find anyone there that might be able to go a few rounds with him, even though he knew Baishi and Kydobi -the only two who could really pose a good challenge- likely wouldn't be found there are this time of day. It was quiet as he mde his way into the temple. and a small frown tugged at his lips as he realized he would have to make due on his own- until he heard a sound. A soft shuffling up ahead, and then a voice.
His gaze would narrow slightly on the individual as they came into view, because neither they nor their voice held any bearing in Fourthwalls recollection. As his black and gold brindle body slunk from the shadows he found himself face to face with a weird little creature, one that brought an amused quirk to a single brow as he stared down at them. "Yeah, I'm here. Who the hell are you?" he asked, and while his words were blunt and held a tone that expected an answer, they weren't exactly unwelcoming. In fact, Fourth didn't seem put off at all by the fact that a goat-bat-demon-creature was waiting for him in the darkness of the training temple, but then again there were very few things that could illicit a proper response from the canine.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
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