12-24-2019, 08:34 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
Fourthwall had been sticking close to camp for the last several days due to his 'condition', but for whatever reason his paws had found themselves terribly restless the last several hours. When the brindle fox heard Gael call out he was on his feet in moments and padding toward the other vulpine. Fourth had been starved for interaction and had been overwhelmed by boredom, and this was the only out that had been offered to him all day.
"I'll come alone." he offered, tail giving a gently swish behind him that was clearly a motion of eagerness. He didn't know much about Gael since they'd never really spent much time together, and generally when he was around the other fox it was because Aine was nearby. Was he expecting them to become best friends? No, but he was going to enjoy whatever company he could. Besides, Aine was there.
The small, innocent, wide-eyed child was perhaps the first child that Fourth had ever really felt a extreme fondness for that wasn't his own. She was a ray of fucking sunshine that the clan was in desperate need of, and he hadn't forgotten how she'd fought to try and protect her father and friends- twice. He was certain that, at the very least, her cheerful nature would distract him from his boredom and self-pity.
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
Fourthwall had been sticking close to camp for the last several days due to his 'condition', but for whatever reason his paws had found themselves terribly restless the last several hours. When the brindle fox heard Gael call out he was on his feet in moments and padding toward the other vulpine. Fourth had been starved for interaction and had been overwhelmed by boredom, and this was the only out that had been offered to him all day.
"I'll come alone." he offered, tail giving a gently swish behind him that was clearly a motion of eagerness. He didn't know much about Gael since they'd never really spent much time together, and generally when he was around the other fox it was because Aine was nearby. Was he expecting them to become best friends? No, but he was going to enjoy whatever company he could. Besides, Aine was there.
The small, innocent, wide-eyed child was perhaps the first child that Fourth had ever really felt a extreme fondness for that wasn't his own. She was a ray of fucking sunshine that the clan was in desperate need of, and he hadn't forgotten how she'd fought to try and protect her father and friends- twice. He was certain that, at the very least, her cheerful nature would distract him from his boredom and self-pity.
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
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Fourthwall Fallout - Charcoal/Maroon Brindle Hellhound - 22 Months - The Pitt