11-27-2019, 01:56 PM
Time practically slowed. A golden eye shakily focused on Kydobi’s figure, observing the chaos he had chaos. There was blood caressing his soft fur and oozing from his body. The jaguar laid in shambles. Jervis felt his heart thump furiously against his chest, anxiety wracking up. He knew that his life was his ultimate priority, but seeing a fine adversary fall to their knees was disgraceful... and all because of him.
The ardent wasn’t quick to blame himself per usual, knowing that the marauder had signed himself up for the role. After all, they all knew Jervis was self-indulgent. Their hope of changing his way by sucking up to him was rather foolish. Kydobi was now the finest example of such. The jaguar was vicious marauder and a true Pittian that fought for their morals. Nevertheless, they still succumbed to Jervis’ unforgiving selfishness. Kydobi still laid in a pool of crimson. Kydobi still was sliced into. Kydobi was still betrayed by Jervis. Kydobi was... False hope was a strong motivator.
Yet there was a spark and the jaguar rose to his feet. What rose from the ashes of his demise was no longer a loyal Pittian, but a new enemy of Jervis. In that moment, he would much rather have a corpse on his hands than Kydobi’s wrath.
“COWARD!”
That damning shout woke him up from his haze. The vulpine’s attention recoiled back onto Goldenluxury, eyes wide in fear. He scrambled away as fast as he could, abandoning those near him and attempting to get to safety. Even if that meant the leader had to take down others in her way. In that moment, the tiger should of gotten her answer to the question. The Pittians were his pawns, along with everyone else who had fallen into his control. With all of his subjects in line, he had thought he was indestructible. Jervis truly believed he had checkmate. Unfortunately, Goldenluxury had a trick up her sleeve.
Without checkmate, Jervis was nothing. Frantic and fearful, he was running on impulse and had nothing to do but run. Paws thrashed against the jungle’s floor, only to come to a halt seconds later. His hair fluffed out, electricity flowing throughout his fragile composure. Lightning scattered throughout his spine. Successfully stunned, he remained in place. Jervis’ mind screamed for his limbs to move but they only shakily reached out for assistance, unable to physically push himself any further. In no time, the vulpine felt the world crumble all around him. All hope was lost.
Seething pain shot up his back. The burning sensation was too much for him to handle as the sword raked down from the top of his scruff to the base of his tail. The tear of flesh caused Jervis to rear with all the might he could muster, but he found himself unable to escape the inevitable. Instead he screamed. Oh lord, he screeched. If Goldenluxury’s fury hadn’t broken through the chaotic yelling, then his echoes of coward was would surely tell The Pittians their leader had fallen.
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The ardent wasn’t quick to blame himself per usual, knowing that the marauder had signed himself up for the role. After all, they all knew Jervis was self-indulgent. Their hope of changing his way by sucking up to him was rather foolish. Kydobi was now the finest example of such. The jaguar was vicious marauder and a true Pittian that fought for their morals. Nevertheless, they still succumbed to Jervis’ unforgiving selfishness. Kydobi still laid in a pool of crimson. Kydobi still was sliced into. Kydobi was still betrayed by Jervis. Kydobi was... False hope was a strong motivator.
Yet there was a spark and the jaguar rose to his feet. What rose from the ashes of his demise was no longer a loyal Pittian, but a new enemy of Jervis. In that moment, he would much rather have a corpse on his hands than Kydobi’s wrath.
“COWARD!”
That damning shout woke him up from his haze. The vulpine’s attention recoiled back onto Goldenluxury, eyes wide in fear. He scrambled away as fast as he could, abandoning those near him and attempting to get to safety. Even if that meant the leader had to take down others in her way. In that moment, the tiger should of gotten her answer to the question. The Pittians were his pawns, along with everyone else who had fallen into his control. With all of his subjects in line, he had thought he was indestructible. Jervis truly believed he had checkmate. Unfortunately, Goldenluxury had a trick up her sleeve.
Without checkmate, Jervis was nothing. Frantic and fearful, he was running on impulse and had nothing to do but run. Paws thrashed against the jungle’s floor, only to come to a halt seconds later. His hair fluffed out, electricity flowing throughout his fragile composure. Lightning scattered throughout his spine. Successfully stunned, he remained in place. Jervis’ mind screamed for his limbs to move but they only shakily reached out for assistance, unable to physically push himself any further. In no time, the vulpine felt the world crumble all around him. All hope was lost.
Seething pain shot up his back. The burning sensation was too much for him to handle as the sword raked down from the top of his scruff to the base of his tail. The tear of flesh caused Jervis to rear with all the might he could muster, but he found himself unable to escape the inevitable. Instead he screamed. Oh lord, he screeched. If Goldenluxury’s fury hadn’t broken through the chaotic yelling, then his echoes of coward was would surely tell The Pittians their leader had fallen.
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dog with disease, you're the king of the sleaze
DEATH ON TWO LEGS
misguided old mule with your pigheaded rules
( ♛ ) —————— [color=#4C0900]tags. & the pitt. & red fox. & deceased.