10-13-2019, 10:49 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
Fourth smiled in approval as the gat began happily munching away on the jerky, and he left the bag where it sat between them, pulling another piece for himself. "Yeah, I was the same way for a long time. Most of the clans I grew up in didn't really practice any actually cooking and since raw is fine to a carnivore anyways it wasn't really something I really got into until I joined up with a totally new grew a while back. There was a cook in the castle there that made great meals for everyone in the hall, banquet style, so now im kind of spoiled with it." he'd explain with a laugh. And that was pretty much the truth. He would still eat what he had to uncooked, but whenever the chance arose to have what he now considered 'real' food, he took it. Fruit was another growing habbit on him, anything sweet really. Fuck, he was just a fatass without the fat part. "They bake, too. I swear if they don't have gingerbread cookies for christmas I'll be pissed."
A totally random thing for a wold monster to say? Oh yeah. But Fourth was full of surprises. "So, hows it been with you- settling in well and stuff?"
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
Fourth smiled in approval as the gat began happily munching away on the jerky, and he left the bag where it sat between them, pulling another piece for himself. "Yeah, I was the same way for a long time. Most of the clans I grew up in didn't really practice any actually cooking and since raw is fine to a carnivore anyways it wasn't really something I really got into until I joined up with a totally new grew a while back. There was a cook in the castle there that made great meals for everyone in the hall, banquet style, so now im kind of spoiled with it." he'd explain with a laugh. And that was pretty much the truth. He would still eat what he had to uncooked, but whenever the chance arose to have what he now considered 'real' food, he took it. Fruit was another growing habbit on him, anything sweet really. Fuck, he was just a fatass without the fat part. "They bake, too. I swear if they don't have gingerbread cookies for christmas I'll be pissed."
A totally random thing for a wold monster to say? Oh yeah. But Fourth was full of surprises. "So, hows it been with you- settling in well and stuff?"
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt