01-07-2020, 02:21 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
They were wrong about one thing, when they assumed nobody would care. Fourth cared, in perhaps the most selfish of ways. He wasn't sure if what he felt was love, because emotions like that took time and effort, but he definitely felt a sense of possession. In a way, Jervis had been his even if the fox would never admit to it. They hadbeen Fourths outlet, had been a presence he could take advantage of in almost every sense of the word, and in those moments of senseless touches and pointless conversation the massive canine had found a comfort that lay nowhere else in his clan. Fourth was a beast, a cold, cruel, selfish monster who cared little for anyone outside of his clan- but he was a social beast, one who craved the sense of camaraderie that should lay in a clan and who - maybe surprisingly- enjoyed the affections and closeness that was born from those bonds. He liked playful spars, pointless conversations, and just being with others, and it was never enough to just exist[//i] along side others without any of that. And that's what the Pitt had unfortunately been for him, a place where lines were always drawn and where people paired off into little groups that disliked the others. And Fourth had never found a place in those groups, had never felt [i]truly like they were his people despite the fact that he knew he belonged there. Vox had been the closest thing to a real friend he'd had, but he'd jumped ship the second things had gotten rough. Kydobi had been a close second, but between them was a distance brought on by different viewpoints that had never quite lessened to allow a proper friendship even though the jaguars presence was a welcomed familiarity by now.
So while they may not have been in love and while their 'closeness' had only been brought on by the outlines of a shady deal, it had meant more to Fourth than anything else the Pitt had offered him. And he knew it was selfish to ignore everything else in lieu of that, but Fourth was a selfish guy. He didn't like to give up the few things that brought him some semblence of contentment, and he would forever hate Goldenluxury for stepping in the way she had. In Fourths eyes that couldn't change even if the leader wasn't Jervis, because in his eyes she had no right to dictate them a sa group. Coming in here like she was their reigning god, to dictate who could live and who could die, to decide who could rot in a cell or who was worthy of leading them, it was all wrong. It should have been The Pitt to overthrow Jervis if they'd wanted him gone, should have been them to take the initiative. And if they didn't? Too bad for her. It wasn't her place. He didn't care what her past was or what vendetta she had, the pit was none of her business. He had half a mind, now that his children were born, to call open season on her group of mongrels, to tear her down and play dictator in her own lands the way she had here. And why not? According to her all it to was for him to disagree and that should justify it, right? All he had to do was not like her or the way she ran things, and that should give him the right to insert himself into her business like it was his own.
One thing was certain. No matter what happened here today, she would suffer. She would learn her place and would regret ever sticking her nose into the Pitts business. The children he bore and any generation to come afterward he would be sure to pollute against her clan, and she would lose lives over this. Would see the blood of her clanmates splatter the ground of her territory weather their new leader wished it or not. Fourth would not let his clan go soft, would not let them change the foundations. The Pitt was the only warmongering group, and he would kill before he let that change.
He was a wolf once more, finally able to don the body he was most comfortable in. He'd left the children at home with someone to look after them so that he could attend, but his participation would not be what they intended. Instead the massive, muscular canine lingered in the back where he sat, wine red eyes cold and ignoring those who gathered. It was true that a part of him would hate his own clan for doing this, for taking away what he considered his possession, but he knew there was no changing this. Jervis had made his moves poorly and now there was no force to come to his rescue. Fourth couldn't do it alone, and there was nobody who would have tried anyways.
The only reason he was here was because he was the clans Marauder, that, and because he felt he should be. He may not support this, but if they were going to destroy his things then he would be there to remember those who did it. Wouldn't forget that they'd stolen the only toy he had to ease his silent suffering.
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
They were wrong about one thing, when they assumed nobody would care. Fourth cared, in perhaps the most selfish of ways. He wasn't sure if what he felt was love, because emotions like that took time and effort, but he definitely felt a sense of possession. In a way, Jervis had been his even if the fox would never admit to it. They hadbeen Fourths outlet, had been a presence he could take advantage of in almost every sense of the word, and in those moments of senseless touches and pointless conversation the massive canine had found a comfort that lay nowhere else in his clan. Fourth was a beast, a cold, cruel, selfish monster who cared little for anyone outside of his clan- but he was a social beast, one who craved the sense of camaraderie that should lay in a clan and who - maybe surprisingly- enjoyed the affections and closeness that was born from those bonds. He liked playful spars, pointless conversations, and just being with others, and it was never enough to just exist[//i] along side others without any of that. And that's what the Pitt had unfortunately been for him, a place where lines were always drawn and where people paired off into little groups that disliked the others. And Fourth had never found a place in those groups, had never felt [i]truly like they were his people despite the fact that he knew he belonged there. Vox had been the closest thing to a real friend he'd had, but he'd jumped ship the second things had gotten rough. Kydobi had been a close second, but between them was a distance brought on by different viewpoints that had never quite lessened to allow a proper friendship even though the jaguars presence was a welcomed familiarity by now.
So while they may not have been in love and while their 'closeness' had only been brought on by the outlines of a shady deal, it had meant more to Fourth than anything else the Pitt had offered him. And he knew it was selfish to ignore everything else in lieu of that, but Fourth was a selfish guy. He didn't like to give up the few things that brought him some semblence of contentment, and he would forever hate Goldenluxury for stepping in the way she had. In Fourths eyes that couldn't change even if the leader wasn't Jervis, because in his eyes she had no right to dictate them a sa group. Coming in here like she was their reigning god, to dictate who could live and who could die, to decide who could rot in a cell or who was worthy of leading them, it was all wrong. It should have been The Pitt to overthrow Jervis if they'd wanted him gone, should have been them to take the initiative. And if they didn't? Too bad for her. It wasn't her place. He didn't care what her past was or what vendetta she had, the pit was none of her business. He had half a mind, now that his children were born, to call open season on her group of mongrels, to tear her down and play dictator in her own lands the way she had here. And why not? According to her all it to was for him to disagree and that should justify it, right? All he had to do was not like her or the way she ran things, and that should give him the right to insert himself into her business like it was his own.
One thing was certain. No matter what happened here today, she would suffer. She would learn her place and would regret ever sticking her nose into the Pitts business. The children he bore and any generation to come afterward he would be sure to pollute against her clan, and she would lose lives over this. Would see the blood of her clanmates splatter the ground of her territory weather their new leader wished it or not. Fourth would not let his clan go soft, would not let them change the foundations. The Pitt was the only warmongering group, and he would kill before he let that change.
He was a wolf once more, finally able to don the body he was most comfortable in. He'd left the children at home with someone to look after them so that he could attend, but his participation would not be what they intended. Instead the massive, muscular canine lingered in the back where he sat, wine red eyes cold and ignoring those who gathered. It was true that a part of him would hate his own clan for doing this, for taking away what he considered his possession, but he knew there was no changing this. Jervis had made his moves poorly and now there was no force to come to his rescue. Fourth couldn't do it alone, and there was nobody who would have tried anyways.
The only reason he was here was because he was the clans Marauder, that, and because he felt he should be. He may not support this, but if they were going to destroy his things then he would be there to remember those who did it. Wouldn't forget that they'd stolen the only toy he had to ease his silent suffering.
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