01-07-2020, 09:11 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
When there was time to comprehend everything, maybe there would be resentment, but Fourth knew it would never be the all encompassing kind. He was selfish enough to blindly want and take, but he wasn't so far gone that he lacked understanding. Jervis was an ass, perhaps even more selfish and loathesome than Fourthwall himself. He'd put them all at risk, had gone charging in without a second thought, and while Fourth had agreed that the Pitt had needed to maintain their aggressive stance and up their game, their troops hadn't been ready for it. Perhaps if there'd been more loyalty grown between them all, more training and recruiting done, then the abuse would have been better tolerated, but he it hadn't been. Gail, Aine, Kydobi, Bai Shi- none of them had ever been given anything for their efforts. Out of all of them, it occured to Fourth that he was the only one Jervis had really reached out to, that he'd been the only one okay with trading his soul away to a devil. That was just his nature, though, to recklessly take what he wanted regardless of the cost. And so he couldn't blame them for hating the red fox, for wanting him dead. He'd dug his own grave, after all.
Stupid Icarus, flying too close to the sun. he thought inwardly, bitterly.
But Kydobis words were a comfort to him, and he wondered if too much damage had been done for him to redeem himself. The odds had been stacked against him from the beginning if he thought about it, too much of a wild and dangerous thing for any of them to really connect to. And it had kept them distant from him, had kept Fourth from making any real friends here. Aine was fucking precious, and he'd have killed to protect her. Gail was a good dad, and he knew that the fox would have the experience to help- but would he want to do so freely? Wouold he be okay with where they came from and whose legacy they were?
As the panther spoke again he found his own Wine Red gaze following theirs toward the kits. He'd cleaned them and then let them be, to overwhelmed to really do more, to pay them the attention they deserved. He hated that he was like this sometimes, even with his own kids. He just didn't know how to connect to something he didn't know, weather it was his flesh and blood or not. The kids of his that had come to be close to him had done so in their days as an apprentice or young warrior, when their personalities and minds could properly mesh with fourths to allow some sort of relationship or connection. At this age, when all they were was warmth and fur and cries, there had always been an emptiness, a gap. But, he mused, the jaguar wasn't wrong. "Yeah, thanks." They were beautiful, so much so that he knew Jervis would have boasted loudly about them to anyone who would listen. Arrogant ass.
He'd let a soft rumble of humor rise in his throat. "I feel like crap." he offered honestly, but the tone of his voice confirmed there was no need for alarm of any kind. He was just sore and tired and in a bit of a daze emotionally. He'd get over it. "It's hard to keep this form going now that they're here. My body wants so bad to change back to it's original body. It's been weird wearing a skin that isn't really mine."
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
When there was time to comprehend everything, maybe there would be resentment, but Fourth knew it would never be the all encompassing kind. He was selfish enough to blindly want and take, but he wasn't so far gone that he lacked understanding. Jervis was an ass, perhaps even more selfish and loathesome than Fourthwall himself. He'd put them all at risk, had gone charging in without a second thought, and while Fourth had agreed that the Pitt had needed to maintain their aggressive stance and up their game, their troops hadn't been ready for it. Perhaps if there'd been more loyalty grown between them all, more training and recruiting done, then the abuse would have been better tolerated, but he it hadn't been. Gail, Aine, Kydobi, Bai Shi- none of them had ever been given anything for their efforts. Out of all of them, it occured to Fourth that he was the only one Jervis had really reached out to, that he'd been the only one okay with trading his soul away to a devil. That was just his nature, though, to recklessly take what he wanted regardless of the cost. And so he couldn't blame them for hating the red fox, for wanting him dead. He'd dug his own grave, after all.
Stupid Icarus, flying too close to the sun. he thought inwardly, bitterly.
But Kydobis words were a comfort to him, and he wondered if too much damage had been done for him to redeem himself. The odds had been stacked against him from the beginning if he thought about it, too much of a wild and dangerous thing for any of them to really connect to. And it had kept them distant from him, had kept Fourth from making any real friends here. Aine was fucking precious, and he'd have killed to protect her. Gail was a good dad, and he knew that the fox would have the experience to help- but would he want to do so freely? Wouold he be okay with where they came from and whose legacy they were?
As the panther spoke again he found his own Wine Red gaze following theirs toward the kits. He'd cleaned them and then let them be, to overwhelmed to really do more, to pay them the attention they deserved. He hated that he was like this sometimes, even with his own kids. He just didn't know how to connect to something he didn't know, weather it was his flesh and blood or not. The kids of his that had come to be close to him had done so in their days as an apprentice or young warrior, when their personalities and minds could properly mesh with fourths to allow some sort of relationship or connection. At this age, when all they were was warmth and fur and cries, there had always been an emptiness, a gap. But, he mused, the jaguar wasn't wrong. "Yeah, thanks." They were beautiful, so much so that he knew Jervis would have boasted loudly about them to anyone who would listen. Arrogant ass.
He'd let a soft rumble of humor rise in his throat. "I feel like crap." he offered honestly, but the tone of his voice confirmed there was no need for alarm of any kind. He was just sore and tired and in a bit of a daze emotionally. He'd get over it. "It's hard to keep this form going now that they're here. My body wants so bad to change back to it's original body. It's been weird wearing a skin that isn't really mine."
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
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