05-09-2020, 12:35 AM
To say that Kydobi was lecturing him was a surprise anyways. What made them think HE was the rightful ruler to The Pitt after their dismay in battle or their betrayal? Someone had to hold a grudge. Surely, his children would. A king, despite the panther's grueling words, always had followers. Even the vulpine's darkest times and final moments, he would prevail. The situation was his to control. With the right words, he would manage to gather what pawns he had left. Jervis' game was never fair.
To hear that Goldenluxury had given control over to Kydobi was no surprise to him. Despite her dislike for the panther, the captain knew Kydobi was easily manipulated. Wasn't it cruel that she could take advantage of Kydobi, but Jervis could not? "Your people?" Jervis' gaze narrowed through the flames that licked at his snout. If Kydobi thought they would obey him for the cowardly goody two-shoes he was, he was insane. The panther was all talk. He doubted that anything would come from his reign besides disappointment. "Traitor," he spat. The fox merely sneered at the thought. With one simple word, he finalized his acknowledgements towards this disgrace of a Pittian. Kydobi would burn eventually.
Reeling back, he turned towards Goldenluxury once again. That bitch. A swift growl left his throat. The attention was what he thrived off of, whether he liked it or not. Making a show of those he had hurt or the raids he had to conduct were always his speciality, but perhaps, he had gotten too much attention. After all, if he worked silently, would his demise be quieter? Even so, it wouldn’t have given him the power his name held or even the Callahan last name. Confidence practically surged through his veins.
A snort left him. ”That’s different,” he responded. ”I didn’t mean to harm the innocent ones.” That was a lie. Crow’s child, Pastel, was brutally murdered within his grasp. He would lie to save his ass though, even if he doubted it’s chances. ”If someone died, they deserved it.” Anyone against him or their families had always had a target against their back. If one stepped out of the line, then they or their beloved would be punished. It was as simple as that. Unfortunately for Crow and his daughter, they did not understand that concept.
And just like those who despised him, he received the same fate. His request to interact with his children was denied, merely phrased as ‘this is his chance.’ The vulpine scowled in Goldenluxury’s direction. Through the flames, his piercing gaze zeroed in on her. ”A fatherless child,” he spat. ”How cruel of you.” Had she ever known the feeling of being disregarded by a parent or their death? In his eyes, she was privileged. Her family loved her, a group admired her, and she had control over her land without any question. Jervis was inherently jealous. Little did he know, she had lost her mother at a young age and had led a life of travesties unknown to him.
Jervis' confidence seemed to fade. Realization was setting in. Had he really been alone his entire life? Was the glory out of fear? Had they lied to him? He had always been alone. No one was coming to the lying bastard’s assistance anytime soon, especially when he no longer had any cards to deal. Not even his children could save him now. Goldenluxury would not spare him today. Never again.
Rapidly, his head whipped in the direction of Fourthwall. Tears streamed down his face. With no answer from the canine, he urgently screamed out. "Tell me their names," came his begging from the stage. Jervis lurched forward, tugging at the chains that held him to the pole. The flames surrounding him scoured his skin, burning him relentlessly. Scorched skin reached out. The finality of the situation soon hit him. Death was coming.
There was no escape.
In the distance, his gaze locked with Sweeney’s. Her incessant screaming broke him from his haze. As she rushed up to him, his heart skipped a beat. The fiery confidence of her’s matched Jevis’ own easily. Still running with the narrative of mercy, he pulled himself towards Sweeney and deeply stared into her eyes. His jaw quivered anxiously. ”Baby,” he bitter-sweetly cooed to her, ”It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay…” The fox choked on his words, tears beginning to swell up into his eye once again. ”Papa’s here.” With a scorched paw, he reached out. Flames licked at his fur, causing him to wince, but he tried to grasp at his daughter for one time. Just for once. To his demise, he was too far. ”Tell them, tell them to let me go,” came his pleading words.
With Mercedes’ outburst, he found another pup of his in the crowd. Unreceptive to the other’s dismay, just like Sweeney had been, the ardent was pleased. Along with that, he saw something in her. Her instant control of the situation by being a mental overseer made her a prominent descendant of Jervis. Despite being on death door’s, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. His children, whoever they may be, were staples of him. Jervis was proud. The Callahan line would live on, even without him.
Jervis exchanged weary glances between his children. ‘Papa,’ they called him. He felt guilty to earn such a title, especially when he wasn’t present for their birth, but he knew deep down that they were family nevertheless. They understood. They would with time at least… ”I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
His veil was wearing thin, revealing the man under the facade. Jervis was self-preserving ultimately. Despite his children being a priority, he subconsciously acknowledged that they were only here to carry his name and legacy along. His cruelty had no bounds. If he were to live, no one would be able to predict his sporadic doings. It was more of a liability to keep him alive than dead.
He had so much to say. So much to do. Yet, his time was running out and the ticking of the clock was growing louder. Jervis hesitated. The children desired his presence, yet could not receive it. Even if he escaped, a target would be on his back and perhaps even theirs. Incessant thoughts of desperation overwhelmed his senses. For as much as he pulled on the chains, fought through the wispy flames, and fought Goldenluxury, he could not escape his inevitable doom. His children would be left without their Papa and Fourthwall would be their sole carrier, but were they truly up to the task?
But as he spoke, another was growing impatient. The Typhoon leader’s gaze narrowed towards Jervis. With a scowl, Goldenluxury’s narrowed her mismatched eyes upon Jervis. She had listened to him plead his case for long enough and they had already decided his unavoidable fate. Irritated, she moved suddenly. There was no hesitation in her next words and the movement that followed.
”Times up.”
The fire surrounding him rushed forward, encapsulating his body. Smoke filled his lungs, causing his throat to dry out within seconds. ”YOU THINK THIS IS THE END OF THIS?“ he rasped through the rising ashes. Adrenaline surged throughout his body, allowing him to continue further. ”YOU’LL FUCKING SEE THE WRATH OF THE CALLAHAN’S.” The oxygen around him was wearing thin. ”YOU. WILL. BURN!” Jervis’ last bout of fury was finalized.
Stinging pain traveled throughout Jervis’ body as the flames licked at his fur. Through the flames, he spotted Crow in the distance and a deep sneer appeared on his maw. Golden eyes narrowed. That bastard of a cat had caused his trauma. If Crow hadn’t caught him at his weakest and thrown him into the flames, then he would have never been placed on this stage to die. For as much as he wanted to scream out towards the former leader in dismay, he could not. Jervis was finally silenced.
Jervis’ slitted gaze turned to Sweeney. His child. She was here, watching him die firsthand. While Mercedes was in the audience, she was by his side. With what energy he had left from his sudden adrenaline rush, the fox finally stepped back towards the post and let the chains relax. She did not need to see this. Golden eyes stung deeply as he tried to cry admist the flames, but the heat had left his eyes dry and any fluids had begun to evaporate from existence.
The aura of heat caught up to him eventually. Karma had come around. With no oxygen left to supply, he was left gasping for air. Not only that, but the blood in his body had begun to boil and evaporate, breaking down his interior organs. The pain was immeasurable. Jervis’ damned body fell into shock. His unconscious body slumped into the pillar, accepting it’s eventual fate.
Slowly, his skin began to melt away and seep towards the floor. His dermis splits open, allowing fat to splurge out from his body and onto the floor violently. This fuels the flame further. Jervis’ tissues succumb to the flame. What remains of the fire scorches his exposed muscles and nerves and exposed blood vessels cauterize. At this point, what remains of his inner organs is now inoperable and his body remains burned beyond belief. All that’s left is a husk of. May his tyrannical reign end.
The flames diminish. Smoke lifts away from stage, revealing his deeply charred corpse for all to see. Jervis was finally dead. Long live the Callahan’s...
END.
[ Powerplay of [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] granted by [member=20]Reggan[/member] + it's been awhile ]
To hear that Goldenluxury had given control over to Kydobi was no surprise to him. Despite her dislike for the panther, the captain knew Kydobi was easily manipulated. Wasn't it cruel that she could take advantage of Kydobi, but Jervis could not? "Your people?" Jervis' gaze narrowed through the flames that licked at his snout. If Kydobi thought they would obey him for the cowardly goody two-shoes he was, he was insane. The panther was all talk. He doubted that anything would come from his reign besides disappointment. "Traitor," he spat. The fox merely sneered at the thought. With one simple word, he finalized his acknowledgements towards this disgrace of a Pittian. Kydobi would burn eventually.
Reeling back, he turned towards Goldenluxury once again. That bitch. A swift growl left his throat. The attention was what he thrived off of, whether he liked it or not. Making a show of those he had hurt or the raids he had to conduct were always his speciality, but perhaps, he had gotten too much attention. After all, if he worked silently, would his demise be quieter? Even so, it wouldn’t have given him the power his name held or even the Callahan last name. Confidence practically surged through his veins.
A snort left him. ”That’s different,” he responded. ”I didn’t mean to harm the innocent ones.” That was a lie. Crow’s child, Pastel, was brutally murdered within his grasp. He would lie to save his ass though, even if he doubted it’s chances. ”If someone died, they deserved it.” Anyone against him or their families had always had a target against their back. If one stepped out of the line, then they or their beloved would be punished. It was as simple as that. Unfortunately for Crow and his daughter, they did not understand that concept.
And just like those who despised him, he received the same fate. His request to interact with his children was denied, merely phrased as ‘this is his chance.’ The vulpine scowled in Goldenluxury’s direction. Through the flames, his piercing gaze zeroed in on her. ”A fatherless child,” he spat. ”How cruel of you.” Had she ever known the feeling of being disregarded by a parent or their death? In his eyes, she was privileged. Her family loved her, a group admired her, and she had control over her land without any question. Jervis was inherently jealous. Little did he know, she had lost her mother at a young age and had led a life of travesties unknown to him.
Jervis' confidence seemed to fade. Realization was setting in. Had he really been alone his entire life? Was the glory out of fear? Had they lied to him? He had always been alone. No one was coming to the lying bastard’s assistance anytime soon, especially when he no longer had any cards to deal. Not even his children could save him now. Goldenluxury would not spare him today. Never again.
Rapidly, his head whipped in the direction of Fourthwall. Tears streamed down his face. With no answer from the canine, he urgently screamed out. "Tell me their names," came his begging from the stage. Jervis lurched forward, tugging at the chains that held him to the pole. The flames surrounding him scoured his skin, burning him relentlessly. Scorched skin reached out. The finality of the situation soon hit him. Death was coming.
There was no escape.
In the distance, his gaze locked with Sweeney’s. Her incessant screaming broke him from his haze. As she rushed up to him, his heart skipped a beat. The fiery confidence of her’s matched Jevis’ own easily. Still running with the narrative of mercy, he pulled himself towards Sweeney and deeply stared into her eyes. His jaw quivered anxiously. ”Baby,” he bitter-sweetly cooed to her, ”It’ll be okay, it’ll be okay…” The fox choked on his words, tears beginning to swell up into his eye once again. ”Papa’s here.” With a scorched paw, he reached out. Flames licked at his fur, causing him to wince, but he tried to grasp at his daughter for one time. Just for once. To his demise, he was too far. ”Tell them, tell them to let me go,” came his pleading words.
With Mercedes’ outburst, he found another pup of his in the crowd. Unreceptive to the other’s dismay, just like Sweeney had been, the ardent was pleased. Along with that, he saw something in her. Her instant control of the situation by being a mental overseer made her a prominent descendant of Jervis. Despite being on death door’s, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. His children, whoever they may be, were staples of him. Jervis was proud. The Callahan line would live on, even without him.
Jervis exchanged weary glances between his children. ‘Papa,’ they called him. He felt guilty to earn such a title, especially when he wasn’t present for their birth, but he knew deep down that they were family nevertheless. They understood. They would with time at least… ”I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
His veil was wearing thin, revealing the man under the facade. Jervis was self-preserving ultimately. Despite his children being a priority, he subconsciously acknowledged that they were only here to carry his name and legacy along. His cruelty had no bounds. If he were to live, no one would be able to predict his sporadic doings. It was more of a liability to keep him alive than dead.
He had so much to say. So much to do. Yet, his time was running out and the ticking of the clock was growing louder. Jervis hesitated. The children desired his presence, yet could not receive it. Even if he escaped, a target would be on his back and perhaps even theirs. Incessant thoughts of desperation overwhelmed his senses. For as much as he pulled on the chains, fought through the wispy flames, and fought Goldenluxury, he could not escape his inevitable doom. His children would be left without their Papa and Fourthwall would be their sole carrier, but were they truly up to the task?
But as he spoke, another was growing impatient. The Typhoon leader’s gaze narrowed towards Jervis. With a scowl, Goldenluxury’s narrowed her mismatched eyes upon Jervis. She had listened to him plead his case for long enough and they had already decided his unavoidable fate. Irritated, she moved suddenly. There was no hesitation in her next words and the movement that followed.
”Times up.”
The fire surrounding him rushed forward, encapsulating his body. Smoke filled his lungs, causing his throat to dry out within seconds. ”YOU THINK THIS IS THE END OF THIS?“ he rasped through the rising ashes. Adrenaline surged throughout his body, allowing him to continue further. ”YOU’LL FUCKING SEE THE WRATH OF THE CALLAHAN’S.” The oxygen around him was wearing thin. ”YOU. WILL. BURN!” Jervis’ last bout of fury was finalized.
Stinging pain traveled throughout Jervis’ body as the flames licked at his fur. Through the flames, he spotted Crow in the distance and a deep sneer appeared on his maw. Golden eyes narrowed. That bastard of a cat had caused his trauma. If Crow hadn’t caught him at his weakest and thrown him into the flames, then he would have never been placed on this stage to die. For as much as he wanted to scream out towards the former leader in dismay, he could not. Jervis was finally silenced.
Jervis’ slitted gaze turned to Sweeney. His child. She was here, watching him die firsthand. While Mercedes was in the audience, she was by his side. With what energy he had left from his sudden adrenaline rush, the fox finally stepped back towards the post and let the chains relax. She did not need to see this. Golden eyes stung deeply as he tried to cry admist the flames, but the heat had left his eyes dry and any fluids had begun to evaporate from existence.
The aura of heat caught up to him eventually. Karma had come around. With no oxygen left to supply, he was left gasping for air. Not only that, but the blood in his body had begun to boil and evaporate, breaking down his interior organs. The pain was immeasurable. Jervis’ damned body fell into shock. His unconscious body slumped into the pillar, accepting it’s eventual fate.
Slowly, his skin began to melt away and seep towards the floor. His dermis splits open, allowing fat to splurge out from his body and onto the floor violently. This fuels the flame further. Jervis’ tissues succumb to the flame. What remains of the fire scorches his exposed muscles and nerves and exposed blood vessels cauterize. At this point, what remains of his inner organs is now inoperable and his body remains burned beyond belief. All that’s left is a husk of. May his tyrannical reign end.
The flames diminish. Smoke lifts away from stage, revealing his deeply charred corpse for all to see. Jervis was finally dead. Long live the Callahan’s...
END.
[ Powerplay of [member=48]goldenluxury[/member] granted by [member=20]Reggan[/member] + it's been awhile ]
dog with disease, you're the king of the sleaze
DEATH ON TWO LEGS
misguided old mule with your pigheaded rules
( ♛ ) —————— [color=#4C0900]tags. & the pitt. & red fox. & deceased.