12-14-2019, 11:48 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
The presence was unexpected for the most part. There had undoubtedly been a sort of 'feeling' about the place, as if those who were there were under survellence of some sort, but he hadn't actually seen or sensed this invisible presence in any other manner beyond that. It's sudden manifestation caught him off guard, and the fox tensed with fur bristling, readying himself for a fight- but the hoof wasn't aimed at him, and it seemed to send the 'gift' shooting toward his home territory. Wine red eyes never left the stag, suspicious and curious all at once. Who was this? Why were they giving them these things? Why were there so many rules and mysterys? He wanted to ask, but there was no time.
"I don't know who you are, but I'll look for you again." the fox would say just as softly, though from his tone it was impossible to tell if this was a threat or not. It hadn't been intended as one though. Fourth had questions he wanted answers to, but with the box on it's way toward the Pitt he had to get there before any of his clanmates did. What was inside was for The Pitt and he didn't want Golden compromising it by taking it for himself when it was meant for his people, whatever it might be. Besides, he had to check it out first. What if it was a trap? There could be something dangerous in it, and he didn't need any more casualties in his clan.
And so he turned and went padding after the 'prize' he claimed, leavin the others to their own business while he saw to his.
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
The presence was unexpected for the most part. There had undoubtedly been a sort of 'feeling' about the place, as if those who were there were under survellence of some sort, but he hadn't actually seen or sensed this invisible presence in any other manner beyond that. It's sudden manifestation caught him off guard, and the fox tensed with fur bristling, readying himself for a fight- but the hoof wasn't aimed at him, and it seemed to send the 'gift' shooting toward his home territory. Wine red eyes never left the stag, suspicious and curious all at once. Who was this? Why were they giving them these things? Why were there so many rules and mysterys? He wanted to ask, but there was no time.
"I don't know who you are, but I'll look for you again." the fox would say just as softly, though from his tone it was impossible to tell if this was a threat or not. It hadn't been intended as one though. Fourth had questions he wanted answers to, but with the box on it's way toward the Pitt he had to get there before any of his clanmates did. What was inside was for The Pitt and he didn't want Golden compromising it by taking it for himself when it was meant for his people, whatever it might be. Besides, he had to check it out first. What if it was a trap? There could be something dangerous in it, and he didn't need any more casualties in his clan.
And so he turned and went padding after the 'prize' he claimed, leavin the others to their own business while he saw to his.
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