they call kids like us vicious [open/returning?]

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FOURTHWALL
BLACK-MAROON MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT

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THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY

The first Pittian to encounter him was a talker it seemed, but that hardly bothered Fourthwall. If anything the beast was amused by the casual- if not random- conversation the grotesque vvulture seemed to willing to offer up. And it was informative too, filling in answers to questions the maroon canine hadn't even asked. He wasn't sure weather he was surprised or disapointed to hear that Gael was leader now. On one hand he was glad to know that there were some familiar faces around, but on the other it meant Kydobi was probably gone as well, leaving the throne to another who lacked the taste for violence that so many of them -including the vulture- seemed to crave. Gael was a smart man though, one who would be able to keep the Pitts head above water, and that was still something. Though from the sounds of it the fox had trouble coming their way from those like the crow and the dragon who'd just come to land beside them.

"So it's Gael whose in charge now, huh? He won't be the first fox facing a mutiny if he keeps that up." the canine noted, knowing all too well how quickly the masses turned against each other here. They'd been divided since the first day Fourthwall had joined, and he wasn't surprised to see that things were much the same now.

And now the vulture- who had turned into a wolf and picked half of it's own face off- had finally gotten around to the point of things, asking just who he was and remarking that he looked at ease in such a place. "Oh, I'm familiar with it alright. I was a Marauder here back when Jervis and then Kydobi led the place, and I'm here to rejoin." the hellhound would say, letting his win red visionaries shift from Vale to Chernabog, offering a casual nod of greeting toward the pair to accompany his 'formal' introduction.

He didn't know Gael well and so he couldn't say if they'd be sour over his abandonment of the group back then, but considering all that had happened if anyone had a right to bail on that sinking ship, it was Fourthwall. Besides, what was the alternative; stay and make everyone as miserable as he had been? Yeah, that would have been some life. Laughable. Fourthwall had no intention of suffering for anyone unless that person was himself. It wouldn't have served him, his kids, or the rest of the clan for him to be around, not when a part of him had hated them all for taking away the only outlet he had. And maybe that hatred still lived in him, but he'd made his choice; he'd rather live with people he hated than force himself into solitude.

And from the looks of it, he'd come at an interesting time.

"So, why'd you challenge Gael anyways? What's he been up to?" the wolven beast would ask with a chuckle, planting his ass to lazily scratch at an ear. But no sooner had these words left his mouth was another Pittian arriving. His gaze drew even with hers, unable to understand the icy animosity within their depths as they glared at him- that is, until he took a proper look at her.

Sweeny.

She was in a different body, but he wasn't an idiot. Even without all that parental instinct he could still tell who someone was when they looked almost completely the same and were being as open about it as she was. Her anger left no mark on him, though. If she expected him to be angry or regretful or to come up with excuses then she'd find she was barking up the wrong tree. It was hardly her fault though- it's not like she'd ever gotten the chance to know anything about him or who he was as a person.

"I couldn't stay, and you couldn't follow." the canine would say, blunt and perhaps too honest. This was why he had needed Jervis to be here. Fourth may have carried them to term and brought them into the world, but he didn't know what it was to love something unconditionally. It wasn't anything personal, it was just the way he was hardwired, faulty right down to the last frayed wire. Or would you have prefered me to stay and ruin all of our lives? Maybe watch them do to me what they did to Jervis?" Because eventually that's what would have happened. Between the sheer disgust that an outsider like Goldenluxury could be allowed to play dictator over the Pitt, and watching his peers turn on each other like starving dogs only to rob him of his only outlet... The spite and resentment within Fourthwall had bee catastrophic. Eventually he would have snapped and done something, and then he'd be dead too.

So he'd gone away and taken his time, had let his feelings for Jervis numb themselves out into some dull memory he never brought to mind less he reawaken the feelings that came along with it. And when he'd mellowed the fuck out and gotten control of himself back, he'd returned to resume where he'd left off. Sweeny, Noor, Mercede, Juno, they could all hate him if they wanted, but they'd only be wasting their energy. His presence in their life wouldn't have made anything better, and chances were they'd end up on a similar road anyways. At least this way the only thing they had to hate him for was not being around to fuck up.

"And as I was just telling your clanmates, I'm here to join. The solitary life doesn't suite me well."

 

WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE

"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"

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