12-15-2019, 12:22 AM
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
Fourth didn't know much about being pregnant, and he didn't really have anyone in the clan to help him out with it. Maybe Jervis would have had some idea of what was acceptable, but he wasn't around anymore- not in any way that was useful to the fox. And so despite the wide belly that was heavy with child, Fourth was out and about in the territory going about his normal chores to the best of his ability. He knew that walking and staying active was a good thing for pregnant people, but he also knew he wasn't supposed to be pushing himself either. He was doing his best to walk the fine line between the two, secretly hating every moment of it. He longed for the freedom to return to his actual body and to do the things he liked to do, and instead he was chained to this fox form. It was a frustrating turn of events, because on one hand Fourth was glad to have kids on the way. He just wasn't crazy over the fact that he had to carry them. He lacked the maternal instinct for it, and while he'd love his kids all the same it remained true that he hated having to be pregnant. He couldn't fight. Couldn't party. Couldn't work out properly. And this body was too small and weird for him. Sure, it had suited him just fine for nights with Jervis, but it wasn't a form he wanted to don regularly like this.
And so the black and brindle fox was out patroling on his own. He moved at a relaxed pace so as not to overwork himself, as the female fox body he wore was clearly pregnant. Despite the issue he may have had with the body and situation he was in, the fox was still very much at home in the Pitts jungle. They moved with the unbothered confidence of the hellhound he truly was, wine red eyes holding an almost bored expression. Things had been dull and quiet since the battle, and it was this that bothered the Marauder most. He was a monster but a social one, and his clan was too broken right now to provide any sort of proper community. It was one of the reasons he'd started walking the borders in patrols, because meeting a new member or facing off against a tresspasser was better then the melancholy that had settled over the camp in the loss of Kydobi and the war that had been brought down upon them all.
Hearing a voice call out drew him in at once, and it was only moments later that the fox slipped from the treeline to stand across from the lion cub. Fourth may have looked vulnerable as a pregnant female, but he was a battle-hardened man inside and this masculinity seemed to bleed through in his mannerisms and speech as his gaze settled on the stranger. "You sure picked a fun time to join up. Welcome all the same, though." the fox would say, not sure what had drawn the kid here or if he'd be able to find it in the current state of their clan. "I'm Fourthwall, the Marauder here." It was hard not to say the word 'marauder' withour growling in annoyance, because with Jervis out of comission and Kydobi dead, it should have been him taking care of the Pitt, not the enemy who had lain seige to them. "What do you go by, kid?" he'd ask, since the other hadn't yet introduced themselves- couldn't just call him 'kid' forever.
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
Fourth didn't know much about being pregnant, and he didn't really have anyone in the clan to help him out with it. Maybe Jervis would have had some idea of what was acceptable, but he wasn't around anymore- not in any way that was useful to the fox. And so despite the wide belly that was heavy with child, Fourth was out and about in the territory going about his normal chores to the best of his ability. He knew that walking and staying active was a good thing for pregnant people, but he also knew he wasn't supposed to be pushing himself either. He was doing his best to walk the fine line between the two, secretly hating every moment of it. He longed for the freedom to return to his actual body and to do the things he liked to do, and instead he was chained to this fox form. It was a frustrating turn of events, because on one hand Fourth was glad to have kids on the way. He just wasn't crazy over the fact that he had to carry them. He lacked the maternal instinct for it, and while he'd love his kids all the same it remained true that he hated having to be pregnant. He couldn't fight. Couldn't party. Couldn't work out properly. And this body was too small and weird for him. Sure, it had suited him just fine for nights with Jervis, but it wasn't a form he wanted to don regularly like this.
And so the black and brindle fox was out patroling on his own. He moved at a relaxed pace so as not to overwork himself, as the female fox body he wore was clearly pregnant. Despite the issue he may have had with the body and situation he was in, the fox was still very much at home in the Pitts jungle. They moved with the unbothered confidence of the hellhound he truly was, wine red eyes holding an almost bored expression. Things had been dull and quiet since the battle, and it was this that bothered the Marauder most. He was a monster but a social one, and his clan was too broken right now to provide any sort of proper community. It was one of the reasons he'd started walking the borders in patrols, because meeting a new member or facing off against a tresspasser was better then the melancholy that had settled over the camp in the loss of Kydobi and the war that had been brought down upon them all.
Hearing a voice call out drew him in at once, and it was only moments later that the fox slipped from the treeline to stand across from the lion cub. Fourth may have looked vulnerable as a pregnant female, but he was a battle-hardened man inside and this masculinity seemed to bleed through in his mannerisms and speech as his gaze settled on the stranger. "You sure picked a fun time to join up. Welcome all the same, though." the fox would say, not sure what had drawn the kid here or if he'd be able to find it in the current state of their clan. "I'm Fourthwall, the Marauder here." It was hard not to say the word 'marauder' withour growling in annoyance, because with Jervis out of comission and Kydobi dead, it should have been him taking care of the Pitt, not the enemy who had lain seige to them. "What do you go by, kid?" he'd ask, since the other hadn't yet introduced themselves- couldn't just call him 'kid' forever.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
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