11-27-2019, 08:04 PM
Claws rake at the back of his shins as he plows to the floor with Goldenluxury's weight pushing into him. Her paw lands on his throat. Air struggled to enter his system as he breathed, but the fox kept himself afloat. The blade indented in his back was removed soon enough. Blood began to pool around him, but in his mindless haze, he barely noticed the destruction that the tiger had caused. Jervis was still trying to hold onto his fantasy. In his self-indulgent ego, there was still the belief that he held the upper hand. That someone or something would be his saving grace.
Gael's words had tried to pull him from his sadistic realm. The vulpine just eerily stared back at their icy gaze, processing their harsh growl slowly. What he failed to realize was that nothing was left for him. They were finished. The fall of a king was coming and Jervis was going to be the last to realize it.
There was no hope. Soft, indistinguishable mutters left him. A broken man looked out at his fellow Pittians with a weary eye. His gaze begged for their help, but none would be given. When no one came to his side for the first time in his life, the fox tumbled into madness.
What started as a soft snicker left Jervis. For a moment, he struggled to move and eventually accepted his fate with his face to the floor. He laid there, choking on his blood while laughing away. Mischievous laughter amped up slowly over time. His maddening laugh excelled to a cackle that erupted through the battlefield. The corners of his mouth curled into a sardonic smirk, chaos ensuing him. "You think-" He wheezed through the blood curdling in the back of his throat. "You think I'll surrender?" A dreaded choking chortle left him, his breath caught by Goldenluxury's hold. "Please."
From underneath Goldenluxury, his paw reached out. Blood splattered upwards as he slapped at the pool of blood in a fury. A narrowed gaze stared out towards his Pittians. Deranged fury could be seen within his expression as he awaited their assistance. "KILL HER!" he howled. The girl needed to perish. To get off his prized being and yet there they were, watching and not ATTACKING!
When presumably no help came, the ardent continued his obsessive temper tantrum. No longer was he a strong leader, but an overconfident embarrassment. His screams were pointless. They were defeated, but yet he kept yelling out for sincerity. "RAVAGE THEIR CHILDREN, DEVASTATE THEIR CORPSES, PUT THEIR HEAD ON A PIKE." His eye squeezed closed as he mustered out what he could. "GUT THEM." His vicious words ripped away from his throat with a level of frustration no one had ever seen from him before. "I WANT TO SEE ALL OF THEM COWERING IN THEIR SKIN." Other threats happened to leave him during this time, but notably it was all gibberish about dominating their enemies.
As his screams faded away into the silence, the tired fox fell limp. No longer did he yell, but all he did was stare out towards his members while the blood coddled his face like a pillow. Even their smallest movements towards their enemy gave him a spark of hope. Exhausted, but not willing to give up, Jervis yearned for The Pitt's true potential to overcome their foe.
Gael's words had tried to pull him from his sadistic realm. The vulpine just eerily stared back at their icy gaze, processing their harsh growl slowly. What he failed to realize was that nothing was left for him. They were finished. The fall of a king was coming and Jervis was going to be the last to realize it.
There was no hope. Soft, indistinguishable mutters left him. A broken man looked out at his fellow Pittians with a weary eye. His gaze begged for their help, but none would be given. When no one came to his side for the first time in his life, the fox tumbled into madness.
What started as a soft snicker left Jervis. For a moment, he struggled to move and eventually accepted his fate with his face to the floor. He laid there, choking on his blood while laughing away. Mischievous laughter amped up slowly over time. His maddening laugh excelled to a cackle that erupted through the battlefield. The corners of his mouth curled into a sardonic smirk, chaos ensuing him. "You think-" He wheezed through the blood curdling in the back of his throat. "You think I'll surrender?" A dreaded choking chortle left him, his breath caught by Goldenluxury's hold. "Please."
From underneath Goldenluxury, his paw reached out. Blood splattered upwards as he slapped at the pool of blood in a fury. A narrowed gaze stared out towards his Pittians. Deranged fury could be seen within his expression as he awaited their assistance. "KILL HER!" he howled. The girl needed to perish. To get off his prized being and yet there they were, watching and not ATTACKING!
When presumably no help came, the ardent continued his obsessive temper tantrum. No longer was he a strong leader, but an overconfident embarrassment. His screams were pointless. They were defeated, but yet he kept yelling out for sincerity. "RAVAGE THEIR CHILDREN, DEVASTATE THEIR CORPSES, PUT THEIR HEAD ON A PIKE." His eye squeezed closed as he mustered out what he could. "GUT THEM." His vicious words ripped away from his throat with a level of frustration no one had ever seen from him before. "I WANT TO SEE ALL OF THEM COWERING IN THEIR SKIN." Other threats happened to leave him during this time, but notably it was all gibberish about dominating their enemies.
As his screams faded away into the silence, the tired fox fell limp. No longer did he yell, but all he did was stare out towards his members while the blood coddled his face like a pillow. Even their smallest movements towards their enemy gave him a spark of hope. Exhausted, but not willing to give up, Jervis yearned for The Pitt's true potential to overcome their foe.
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.