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
Fourthwall did not stand alone for long. Glitchhop, his sister, was soon to arrive. While she had made herself scarce for quite a few weeks trying to figure things out for herself, the hellhound wouldn't be kept from a battle like this. Not when her brothers life was on the line and the clan that had taken her in was about to be destroyed. Even if the odds were full against them there was no way she was going to just bail on the clan that had given her so much.
"Brother!" she called as she spotted him, swiftly padding over to stand on his other side. His wine-red gaze would shift to land on her, and the pair would exchange a glance that spoke more than words could. This may be the last time either of them stood side-to-side again.
"Give them everything you've got, Glitch." the fox would say, and his hellhound sibling would nod in understanding, the fur along her shoulders bristling as her amber eyes were set against the masses.
Unlike the majority of those gathered, Glitch hereself had never been wronged by either of the three clans suurrounding them now. She had joined long after the turmoils between their groups began and thus she harbored no personal ill will toward them, but she would still fight, and she would rip apart anyone who stood in her way.
Fourthwall knew she was ready, and as he watched her set her gaze on the enemies, he would find himself spotting the familiar red fur of Jervis. With a last look toward his self-proclaimed sibling, the large black and gold fox would make his way over to [member=3615]JERVIS[/member] to stand along side them. All around them Pittians surged forward to meet their enemies with teeth and claws bared, and among them he spotted Glitch. But he held himself back, waiting. Soon enough the enemies would come to Jervis, and by default to him as well.
Not even a minute had gone by, and [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] was flying toward them, a massive ball of lightening shooting from her jaws toward the red fox ardent. With a snarl Fourthwall would use his earth elementals to pull a thick slab of rock up in between Jervis and the oncoming attack, hoping the ball of energy would strike that instead of the fox. With a lash of his tail he'd aim to send another chunk of earth upward as well, this one a large spike pillar that aimed to smash into one of [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] s wings in hope of sending her toward the ground.
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
Fourthwall did not stand alone for long. Glitchhop, his sister, was soon to arrive. While she had made herself scarce for quite a few weeks trying to figure things out for herself, the hellhound wouldn't be kept from a battle like this. Not when her brothers life was on the line and the clan that had taken her in was about to be destroyed. Even if the odds were full against them there was no way she was going to just bail on the clan that had given her so much.
"Brother!" she called as she spotted him, swiftly padding over to stand on his other side. His wine-red gaze would shift to land on her, and the pair would exchange a glance that spoke more than words could. This may be the last time either of them stood side-to-side again.
"Give them everything you've got, Glitch." the fox would say, and his hellhound sibling would nod in understanding, the fur along her shoulders bristling as her amber eyes were set against the masses.
Unlike the majority of those gathered, Glitch hereself had never been wronged by either of the three clans suurrounding them now. She had joined long after the turmoils between their groups began and thus she harbored no personal ill will toward them, but she would still fight, and she would rip apart anyone who stood in her way.
Fourthwall knew she was ready, and as he watched her set her gaze on the enemies, he would find himself spotting the familiar red fur of Jervis. With a last look toward his self-proclaimed sibling, the large black and gold fox would make his way over to [member=3615]JERVIS[/member] to stand along side them. All around them Pittians surged forward to meet their enemies with teeth and claws bared, and among them he spotted Glitch. But he held himself back, waiting. Soon enough the enemies would come to Jervis, and by default to him as well.
Not even a minute had gone by, and [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] was flying toward them, a massive ball of lightening shooting from her jaws toward the red fox ardent. With a snarl Fourthwall would use his earth elementals to pull a thick slab of rock up in between Jervis and the oncoming attack, hoping the ball of energy would strike that instead of the fox. With a lash of his tail he'd aim to send another chunk of earth upward as well, this one a large spike pillar that aimed to smash into one of [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] s wings in hope of sending her toward the ground.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
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