APOLOGIZE | joining.

[SUMMERSEND.]

but i felt brave and filled with pride as i let go

of bitterness that wouldn't leave or let me grow

Life was a fury-inducing entity. Something that the woman had experienced before, with the belief that she, a vampire, was immortal. That she couldn't have been defeated- that she could have.. Been happy forever, for once. However wrong she was, it was hard for her to heal from the fact that she had lost nearly everything in that world. The respect she had earned from her kingdom, from the Targaryens. She was a Martell, after all. They were destined to meet eventually.

However, things didn't go as she planned. She died long before she could be deemed as an important person. She was remembered for a long time after that, but it still.. Didn't feel right. Her spirit couldn't rest. Encaged by some random entity, some deity that the swamp worshipped. She had once served this deity in exchange for royalty. In exchange for the leadership.

But now she was free.

Sharp eyes fluttered open, heavy from sleep. The scents were all different, and yet, it was comforting in a way. She didn't know anywhere here, she didn't think. It was a new start, then. She could earn respect here- but she wouldn't just start anywhere.

Summersend used cruel methods to get what she wanted, and so she had traveled to the one place with the worst reputation. A bunch of slavers, so she heard. Perfect. Her kingdom had once taken prisoners of wars and used them, she had made people her slaves once. It wasn't unusual.

The ocelot hopped through the rough sands, before she came to a stop at what seemed to be a border, huffing softly. They still used these...? She used poisonous plants where she came from. Nobody would pass if they didn't want to get stuck with a poison they didn't know how to be cured from.

"Hello? Is there someone there? My name is Summersend. I'm here to join you all. I'm hoping all of you aren't dead, that wouldn't be too fun."

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[redvox.]

[Crackers]

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

Redvox wasn't the only one to catch the womans call, and it was only a few moments later that Fourthwall would step out from the jungle to join the pair on the border. The massive canine of black and gold brindling made his way over to stand beside the odd pittian hybrid, wind red eyes resting on the ocelot with mild interest in their bloody depths. While neither could no it, Fourth was very similar to her in terms of having lost everything he knew and wanted. Before this place he'd been a Rogue King, had built an empire on nothing and had ruled among the top groups on the continent. He'd had influence and familiy and allies, and there'd been absolutely nothing he couldn't have if he wanted it. But where was it all now? What did he have left to show for it? Did they even speak the name Fourthwall Fallout back there anymore? He didn't think about it often. The past, if you went far back enough, became nothing more than useless memories and pains and regrets. There was nothing smart about whining over what was done and gone when you had road ahead of you to walk still.

That's what the Pitt had become to the massive hybrid, a road to a future free from his past. A place where he could have more than he did when he'd first joined. He was a Maurader now, one of the highest ranking members in the group, and in a society like thiers there was nothing to stop him from doing as he pleased, something that was quite important to the impulsive and selfish male. Life was short and cruel, so it made sense to him to squeeze everything out of it that he could.

"Don't worry about the boss." the hellhound would say casually, knowing that even if Jervis got out of sorts about all the new people that, in the end, he'd see it was for the best. Morale was higher, and they had more than a few warriors now for defending the clan and launching raids. "Welcome to the Pitt. I'm Fourthwall, one of the Marauders here. If you have any questions feel free to ask."

His words were relaxed, and while they didn't come with a beeming smile or a friendly gesture, there was also no hostility in them that might intend to unnerve or threaten her. Fourth was a monster, no doubt about that, but he also had a great deal of loyalty to his clan and those who were a part of it. Plus, he was social as hell even if he wasn't some upbeat, naive kid.

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

"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"

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