12-17-2019, 10:45 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
Fourth had be slowing down quite a bit in the last few days. His stomach was so round at this point that it was evident he was mere days away from giving birth to the young foxes growing within him, and he'd taken to hanging out around camp and patrolling it's edges rather then travelling out to the border to patrol there. He didn't really feel like being stuck out in the middle of nowhere if his water broke and so the black and gold fox didn't go far.
Still bruised and in the process of healing his various bite and claw wounds, the fox was lounging in the shade of camp, enjoying the warmth that wrapped around him like a blanket despite the winter season. He was doing nothing more than that, just laying there and relaxing, when the murmering of voices caught his attention. The NPCs to his left were staring at something and muttering to themselves, and the Marauder lazily following their gaze with his own and nearly jolted to his paws.
"Kydobi!"
He was moving toward the jaguar at once, his excitement at seeing them alive overriding any ill will. The pair off them may not have seen eye to eye very often, but the melanistic cat was loyal to his friends and had always done his job in the Pitt, and when he'd been killed our on the battlefield it had never say properly with him.
The cat seemed bewildered and panicked, and the fox wondered just what was going through their head. The scent of earth clung to their pelt and he could see the dirt caking his paws and face, realizing that they'd likely clawed themselves out of their own grave. "It's good to have you back. You need anything?" he asked, the last part spoken with a tinge of concern. Fourth had come back from death a few times himself and it was always a jarring, surreal process. And Kydobi had been dead for a little while now, so if he needed water or a quiet place Fourth would handle it.
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 had be slowing down quite a bit in the last few days. His stomach was so round at this point that it was evident he was mere days away from giving birth to the young foxes growing within him, and he'd taken to hanging out around camp and patrolling it's edges rather then travelling out to the border to patrol there. He didn't really feel like being stuck out in the middle of nowhere if his water broke and so the black and gold fox didn't go far.
Still bruised and in the process of healing his various bite and claw wounds, the fox was lounging in the shade of camp, enjoying the warmth that wrapped around him like a blanket despite the winter season. He was doing nothing more than that, just laying there and relaxing, when the murmering of voices caught his attention. The NPCs to his left were staring at something and muttering to themselves, and the Marauder lazily following their gaze with his own and nearly jolted to his paws.
"Kydobi!"
He was moving toward the jaguar at once, his excitement at seeing them alive overriding any ill will. The pair off them may not have seen eye to eye very often, but the melanistic cat was loyal to his friends and had always done his job in the Pitt, and when he'd been killed our on the battlefield it had never say properly with him.
The cat seemed bewildered and panicked, and the fox wondered just what was going through their head. The scent of earth clung to their pelt and he could see the dirt caking his paws and face, realizing that they'd likely clawed themselves out of their own grave. "It's good to have you back. You need anything?" he asked, the last part spoken with a tinge of concern. Fourth had come back from death a few times himself and it was always a jarring, surreal process. And Kydobi had been dead for a little while now, so if he needed water or a quiet place Fourth would handle it.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
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