11-01-2019, 11:07 AM
FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED FOX / 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
Kydobi would not be the only one to face down the horde. Fourth had known this was coming for a while, and it was why he'd hoped the new intake of members would consist of a few that knew how to conduct themselves in battle. Not that they could necessarily win with odds like these, but the panther had been correct when he'd said raising a white flag wasn't going to happen, not right out of the gate at least. There would be war, there would be death, and it was only at the very bitter end that perhaps an end could come to this conflict. But what would that end be? The Pittians wiped out? Forced to retreat? Or would Jervis be able to see through his pride long enough to put the group first? To be honest, Fourth wasn't sure he liked any of those options. He, too, was a proud beast. It didn't sit well with him to see his clanmates come to harm and yet there was a monster in him that snapped its feral jaws in defiance at being bullied like this by three groups at once. He supposed he couldn't really blame them though- The Pitt wasn't an easy group to bring down and no single clan here could do it on their own.
More than anything it was that which annoyed the black furred beast most of all. The Pitt was slowly becoming a group that could handle itself, one that would have taken the world by storm. They didn't use any allies to help them and they hadn't asked for any favors along the way, and yet here they stood faced by cowards who had to swell their ranks with outsiders in order to face them. It was the equivialant to Fourth beating the shit out of some kid he outsized and outpowered, never leaving room for a fair fight to begin with. The Pitt may have been a brutal place that allowed things no other group did, but at least they had the decency to do it by themselves.
Stepping up beside the jaguar, Kydobi would notice at once that Fourth was not as he usually was. Instead of the massive wolf/lion hybrid body he wore so commonly without change, today he stood in the body of a female fox, a miniature black and gold version of his true form. He ached to change back, instinct urging him to return to what he truly was so that he could fight at his best, but he could not. It would be sacrificing too much. What made it all the worse was that he knew he could not let himself die yet either, for the vessel that this body was carried much more than just his own soul inside of it. Having to protect himself from injury and death would mean having to give up his reckless way of fighting, and he knew that he would not be able to fight as he normally would. Still, that wouldn't stop him from participating, from crushing as many of these fools as he could.
His wine red eyes would shift, searching for [member=3615]JERVIS[/member] among the gathering Pittians, and if he saw him he would immediately make his way to the Ardents side. He hadn't told him or anyone else about the pregnancy yet, and he wasn't sure if the male would draw his own conclusions upon seeing Fourth in his fox body on the battlefield or not, but he still had a job to do. He'd promised to protect the other canine, and he would unlesh hellfire on anyone who aimed to do him harm- which was likely everyone here. He didn't want to think about the odds, didn't want to face the facts that this time things were against him. He couldn't recklessly fight for Jervis and hope to preserve the life he was growing within himself, and yet he tenaciously denied the realization. If only the timing had been different.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED FOX / 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
Kydobi would not be the only one to face down the horde. Fourth had known this was coming for a while, and it was why he'd hoped the new intake of members would consist of a few that knew how to conduct themselves in battle. Not that they could necessarily win with odds like these, but the panther had been correct when he'd said raising a white flag wasn't going to happen, not right out of the gate at least. There would be war, there would be death, and it was only at the very bitter end that perhaps an end could come to this conflict. But what would that end be? The Pittians wiped out? Forced to retreat? Or would Jervis be able to see through his pride long enough to put the group first? To be honest, Fourth wasn't sure he liked any of those options. He, too, was a proud beast. It didn't sit well with him to see his clanmates come to harm and yet there was a monster in him that snapped its feral jaws in defiance at being bullied like this by three groups at once. He supposed he couldn't really blame them though- The Pitt wasn't an easy group to bring down and no single clan here could do it on their own.
More than anything it was that which annoyed the black furred beast most of all. The Pitt was slowly becoming a group that could handle itself, one that would have taken the world by storm. They didn't use any allies to help them and they hadn't asked for any favors along the way, and yet here they stood faced by cowards who had to swell their ranks with outsiders in order to face them. It was the equivialant to Fourth beating the shit out of some kid he outsized and outpowered, never leaving room for a fair fight to begin with. The Pitt may have been a brutal place that allowed things no other group did, but at least they had the decency to do it by themselves.
Stepping up beside the jaguar, Kydobi would notice at once that Fourth was not as he usually was. Instead of the massive wolf/lion hybrid body he wore so commonly without change, today he stood in the body of a female fox, a miniature black and gold version of his true form. He ached to change back, instinct urging him to return to what he truly was so that he could fight at his best, but he could not. It would be sacrificing too much. What made it all the worse was that he knew he could not let himself die yet either, for the vessel that this body was carried much more than just his own soul inside of it. Having to protect himself from injury and death would mean having to give up his reckless way of fighting, and he knew that he would not be able to fight as he normally would. Still, that wouldn't stop him from participating, from crushing as many of these fools as he could.
His wine red eyes would shift, searching for [member=3615]JERVIS[/member] among the gathering Pittians, and if he saw him he would immediately make his way to the Ardents side. He hadn't told him or anyone else about the pregnancy yet, and he wasn't sure if the male would draw his own conclusions upon seeing Fourth in his fox body on the battlefield or not, but he still had a job to do. He'd promised to protect the other canine, and he would unlesh hellfire on anyone who aimed to do him harm- which was likely everyone here. He didn't want to think about the odds, didn't want to face the facts that this time things were against him. He couldn't recklessly fight for Jervis and hope to preserve the life he was growing within himself, and yet he tenaciously denied the realization. If only the timing had been different.
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
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt