10-26-2019, 04:41 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
Jesus, it was like they all wanted to be thrown to the dogs, and Fourth would likely be one of said canines. If Jervis ordered him to attack, he couldn't exactly say no. Well, he could, but he wouldn't. Maybe Jervis hadn't been around a lot and maybe his attitude was shit most of the time, but Fourth had made a deal with them, a promise to protect him. Even if it was just from the eyes of some nosy Pittians. Even if Jervis didn't ask for it.
"He's not a goddamn painting for you guys to oggle at. If he wants help he'll ask for it."
And he certainly wouldn't ask Redvox or Noa, which were two members the Ardent hardly knew. He was too paranoid for that, too proud to admit he needed anyone other than himself. It was the foxes biggest weakness, of that the hellhound had no doubt.
Wine red eyes would shift past the trio to land on Jervis himsel, who was an absolute mess. Cheeks stained from tears, his face reopened and bleeding, his limbs trembling from whatever emotions were welling up inside him now. Everything about him screamed 'cracking under the pressure', but Fourth new better than to bring it up like Noa had, or to offer petty sympathies or offers for help. The fox might end up killing himself at this rate, but that was his decision to make. Nobody could force Jervis to do anything he didn't want to do and this was something Fourth had accepted from the very beginning.
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
Jesus, it was like they all wanted to be thrown to the dogs, and Fourth would likely be one of said canines. If Jervis ordered him to attack, he couldn't exactly say no. Well, he could, but he wouldn't. Maybe Jervis hadn't been around a lot and maybe his attitude was shit most of the time, but Fourth had made a deal with them, a promise to protect him. Even if it was just from the eyes of some nosy Pittians. Even if Jervis didn't ask for it.
"He's not a goddamn painting for you guys to oggle at. If he wants help he'll ask for it."
And he certainly wouldn't ask Redvox or Noa, which were two members the Ardent hardly knew. He was too paranoid for that, too proud to admit he needed anyone other than himself. It was the foxes biggest weakness, of that the hellhound had no doubt.
Wine red eyes would shift past the trio to land on Jervis himsel, who was an absolute mess. Cheeks stained from tears, his face reopened and bleeding, his limbs trembling from whatever emotions were welling up inside him now. Everything about him screamed 'cracking under the pressure', but Fourth new better than to bring it up like Noa had, or to offer petty sympathies or offers for help. The fox might end up killing himself at this rate, but that was his decision to make. Nobody could force Jervis to do anything he didn't want to do and this was something Fourth had accepted from the very beginning.
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