they say that i am the sick boy && jervis [p]

[Crackers]

FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT

There were all kinds of monsters in the world. Some bore their teeth in wicked grins and paraded about, others stalked the shadows and drove the living mad. Some were imposters, pretending to be your friends. And still there were others, all operating in their own way. Villains. Heros. Nobodies. Among them was Fourthwall, a social, energetic, aggressive individual with no filter and almost as many morals. He could be loyal and protective, but only toward people who'd managed to make a mark on him, and above all, he was a male who gave in to his impulses and desires, putting himself first. Some called him selfish and aloof, and they were right in doing so.

The Pitt gave him a place to be himself, because one of thie things he held in high regard was his freedom. As someone who gave into his urges whenever they arose he waaaas prone to be unpredictable. He liked to fight, liked to sleep around, liked to mess with people. Anticlans let him do that, and he'd come to make himself at home within the ranks of the group. Lately though, things had been quiet in camp. There were only a handful of people around and this left him wanting in the area of having people to socialize with. Aine and Gail were nice but nobody he was close to. Kydobi was dead. Bai Shi was pretty cool but she didn't seem like the kind of person he could have proper fun with. Draekon was really the only person around that seemed to give Fourthwall any satisfaction, but he couldn't harass the malnourished tiger all the time.

And so, he was alone again, lounging on the roof of his treehouse in a beam of sunlight, and while he looked quite comfortable and cat-like sprawled out on the edge of the roof with two of his paws hanging over the side, he was actually quite bored. It wasn't like him to laze about like this and he was frustrated at having to do so. It was getting to a point where he'd accept just about anything as worthy of his time, as long as it broke the monotony that had settled in.

[member=3615]JERVIS[/member]


"SPEECH

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IF YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A LIONS DEN, I'LL PULL MY PIN AND JUMP RIGHT IN

[Jervis]

[glow=#2b0505,2,300]ENTITLED BASTARD[/glow]

//apologies! had work + a concert <333

There laid another villain among society. Fourthwall wasn't The Pitt's only shadow. In plain view, an ardent with great valor thrived. For a long time, he preached his power and greatness those around him. Some followed in his efforts, others doubted him, but eventually The Pitt's hierarchy collapsed. All it took was capturing two buffoons. With pride, Jervis rose to The Pitt's throne. Since then, he ravaged throughout the groups. Every group on the island had a taste of his wrath. From Elysium's ashes to The Blackguard's demise, he had managed to cause utter chaos. The war was in his favor.

Nevertheless, all villains had their weakness. The vulpine lacked physical strength, but made up for up with his sociable personality. Through manipulation, he managed to sway others to his side for assistance. From brutes by his side to planned spies in other clans, Jervis had everyone in his grip. Now all he needed was someone dearest to his heart. Someone that was willing to do anything for him.

From the groundfloor of the jungle, Jervis had been wandering about. He had only paused when spotting a treehouse in the area above him with a cocky hellhound laying on it's top. Among closer inspection, the fox determined it to be Fourthwall. He considered walking along momentarily, seeing that they weren't in good terms in the first place, but remained in place. It seemed as if he had to converse.

The ardent promptly cleared his throat. "Greetings," he called up. For a moment he debated wandering into the treehouse, but held himself back. Their previous encounters were not pleasant. He'd much rather avoid a beating. "You look rather relaxed," Jervis continued on instead. "May I join you?"

DISOWNED [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] DISGRACE

[Crackers]

FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT

When a voice called out below, it was quick to get Fourths attention. Wine-red eyes would open and shift down to land on... Jervis? A brow would quirk upward in surprise, which he didn't try to mask in the slightest. These quite likely were the first civil words the fox had ever spoken to him, and after all the threats and berating that were thrown his way he almost handn't recognized the voice as the Ardents. But there Jervis stood, staring up at him and, for once, looking calm. It occured to Fourthwall that he had never truly met Jervis. Aside from brief introduction and seeing him in a rage after Tanglewood and the Typhoon pulled that crap on them, the hellhound hadn't spent any time with the fox that would really allow Fourth to get to know them, which was why it seemed off to hear him so casual now. 

But Fourth wasn't irked by this sudden change in the others attitude. Rather, he found it curiously interesting. What did
jervis want coming to him like this? Surely it wasn't just for the hellhounds company. While Fourth was, admittedly, more on board with the other now that they'd dropped the premiss of trying to be everyones friend, it wasn't as if they were friends in any way.  But his impulses, as always, drove the show, and when Jervis asked if he could join him, Fourth only shrugged, "Suite yourself." he'd call down to them, indicating that he didn't care. To be perfectly honest, the entire situation was so out of the ordinary that Fourth couldn't have said no if he'd wanted to- hell, hadn't he just wbeen wishing for something random like this to happen?

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" he'd ask as the fox made his way up, lips curving upwards into a subtle smirk as his gaze lingered on the other. He didn't really care why Jervis had chosen to join him, because to Fourth it didn't really matter. Llike a dog long forgotten by it's owners he was starving for contact and the sleek red fox was looking more like a metaphorical meal with every passing second.


"SPEECH

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[Jervis]

[glow=#2b0505,2,300]ENTITLED BASTARD[/glow]

Upon Fourthwall’s word, Jervis ascended to the treehouse’s top. He really struggled with getting on top of the roof due to his small stature, but ultimately got up there with no discomfort to show it. With a sigh, the male settled down next to Fourthwall. He was uncomfortably close, almost giving off an intimidating vibe. His presence always had to be on the highest tier. Then he rolled onto his side, spreading out in the jungle sun. For a moment, he took it all in before commenting further to Fourthwall.

Why had he come today? Good question. Perhaps even the ardent didn’t know. ”Mere curiosity,” he explained. His excuse was lackluster, but he figured he had to muster up some type of response that would spark up a conversation. ”We didn’t necessarily get off on the right foot.” For his own benefit, he’d like to resolve their problems and further their relationship away from the dismay. ”I figured,” he drawled on, ”That perhaps we could get past that and work together otherwise.” The fox’s head tilted off to the side. Whatever his comment implied was unknown af the moment, but Jervis figured Fourthwall would soon find out it’s true purpose.

//apologies!!

DISOWNED  [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] DISGRACE

[Crackers]

FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT

Fourthwall didn't mind the closeness. While it was unusual to have Jervis in particular this close to him, intruding on others personal space was something the wolf-lion excelled at and was well known for. So he wasn't about to complain. But he was wary. The Ardent had never given him the time of day before, and so for the fox to suddenly be struck with the urge to come hang out was a little odd. As they went on to reveal the reasoning, Fourth couldn't help but wonder why the other was suddenly so keen on erasing the tension between them.

"Work together how?" asked the canine, though the words were tinged with amusement, his lips curled upward in a subtle smirk. Was that the foxes angle? He was scheming and had a role for Fourth to play? That could really go either way but under the right circumstances Fourth wasn't above letting others use him if he had something to gain. And so he didn't tell the other to fuck off right then and there, and instead his wine-red eyes would linger on the other, waiting for a reply.


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[Jervis]

Jervis lamely sighed. Couldn't Fourthwall see where his priorities lied already? "Well," he enthused, "I do have a legacy to uphold." Perhaps even a family legacy. Something that he dearly wished to depart from it's previous reputation given by his parents. This though, was referencing his own reputation. Family was only a small part of it. If he could somehow manage to let the world know his name, praising what he had, then perhaps he'd gain a bit more power over what he currently had. After all, torture couldn't solve all of his problems.

"We can work together to uphold my reign. In exchange for your protection-" His golden eye scanned the dog up and down, a smirk appearing on his lips. "You'll receive my gratitude." Perhaps that wasn't a lot to some, but his gratitude and trust meant higher ranks. Plus priority on the newer rascals they've captured. To Jervis though, power meant everything. Fourthwall could want something more though... Something deeper. Whatever the ardent had to do, then so be it.

//apologies for being so late!!

[Kydobi]

*oooooooh this is JUICY * TRACK

[Crackers]

FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / OBEDIENT & NAIVE - FEMALE - 17 - THE PITT

Legacies didn't mean much to Fourthwall, at least, he didn't think ithey did. He had a lot of kids back in the old world, had been a big deal in a lot of places, but when he thought back to them he wasn't sure he could find any bitterness in him at having been forgotten by them. Just a hollow unhappiness that sprung from the past no longer being the reality, at his friends no longer being around him. That being said though, power wasn't something that Fourthwall was ignorant to. He'd never gone looking for things like fancy titles or ranks, had never sought to have people look too him as a leader or bow to his words- not in the way someone like Jervis did, at least. Fourth was an individualist, not a conquerer, in the sense of wanting attention. He didn't need the masses, so long as he had the few he wanted.

Still, what Jervis was hinting at for a reward wasn't unappealing to Fourth. He liked having something to do, enjoyed keeping busy and involved with the group, and being closer to Jervis in the role of a bodyguard wasn't a bad idea. It just wasn't a dealbreaker. After all, Fourth wasn't an idiot. He knew when someone was trying to use him, but unlike most people he wasn't offended at the concept. It just had to be fun enough to keep him interested. Aaaaaand, admittedly, he liked the idea of being able to influence the Pitt in some way by being in the Ardents favor, but as his wine red eyes rested on the fox, he couldn't help but feel a bit mischevous.

"Your grattitude is a nice bonus, but if i'm going to give you my body in battle, I think it's fair that I get yours outside of it." he would reply, the corner or his lips curled upwards into a challenging smirk. He didn't care that the vain little fox was scarred up and mentally unhinged in most areas. Hell, who wasn't these days? No, what mattered most to Fourth was the molocule of power he'd gain from the fox saying yes to such an outlandish deal. After all, the great, glorious ardent surely wouldn't have slept with a lowly mutt of a guard-dog like him in any other circumstance. It was bad for the foxes self image as a member of high society. And while it would mean nothing to anyone else, it would leave him with the satisfaction of knowing that he, too, held power in this little arrangement. "If those terms are something you can agree to, I don't see why I can't play 'obedient supporter' to your cause. Hell, it might even be fun taking the bullet for you a few times." he'd laugh. After all, Jervis was now a high priority target in most of the other groups, which meant keeping him safe would allow Fourth to stay busy. A fast, unpredictable life was always best, and with his reckless nature and affinity for violence it only made sense that he would find a task like this more of a fun challenge than a daunting one. 

"SPEECH

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[Jervis]

Fourthwall's words caught his interest. Jervis' had never endowed in the opposite gender, as he was closeted as most were. For a royal like himself, being his true self was controversial. Where could it lead? Would being himself cause a dystrophic mess? After all, being with women had never been a problem for the male. They gave him the pleasure he desired and provided a way to continue his family name through children, but none ever had the luck of bearing his children yet. Still, it was never.... right.

Admittedly, There was something about the larger male that caused his heart to flutter though. With his smooth entry into the subject, the ardent couldn't help but move forward. A mirroring smirk appeared on his lips. "I think that's fair," he reminisced, "But it stays between us." A tyrannical leader didn't need to been seen with a empathetic sidepiece.

A mischievous glint appeared in his golden stare as his head craned off to the side. The vulpine attempted to push himself onto Fourthwall, brushing his small body against their side. "We can start now?" Jervis cooed. For a moment he glared though. "If you agree to those terms, of course."

[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

He hadn't expected Jervis to accept right away, and he wasn't sure what that compliance said about the male. Was he just desperate to win whoever he could to his side, or did he just not mind the idea of being with someone like Fourth? He wasn't one to dwell, though. While he was by no means an idiot and was actually quite clever and cunning, to sit and philosophise about why things were the way they were had never been in his nature. He was a man of action, a 'doer' who prefered to face ythe consequences as they came rather than drive himself mad trying to premptively drudge them up. And so to Fourth it didn't really matter just why things had gone as smoothly as they had, or why Jervis really wanted to start from scratch with him.

"Sure, I'll be your dirty secret." the canine would chuckle, voice low and playful as the fox pressed against him. Fourth was no stranger to physical contact with others. He'd spent much of his life sleeping around iwith randoms which had in turn led to the large number of Fallouts that thrived in the lands of Agrelos, far, far away from here. Another world away, in fact. But it wasn't just the fact that sex was fun that had caused him to develop such a promiscuous nature.

No, Fourth was damaged, you see. Not on the outside where it was easy to see and shy away from, but inside, where the scars sat so deeply on his soul that you had to gaze deep into the abyss in order to glimpse them, deeper than most could manage. The kind of scars that could only exist if you let someone deep into your heart where their knives could carve deep. And he'd learned his lesson, knew better now than to ever be dumb enough to let someone have that part of him again, but... a part of him still liked to pretend, sometimes. Granted, Jervis wasn't usually the sort of guy he went for. Fourth liked innocent things, people who were easy to fluster and quick to submit. The fox who was pressing against him now was far from the innocent type. He was demanding and vain and broken- corrupted.

Fourth didn't care.

Maybe he was tired of having nobody around. Maybe he was just so bored he didn't give a fuck anymore. It didn't matter, did it? Jervis and Fourth had a deal, and there was no going back on it now. Leaning over he'd run his muzzle along theback of the smaller canines neck, pausing just behind their ears to deliver a playful, possesive nip that caught the scruff of their neck. A signature on the contract, signing his soul away. "Now's good." 

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

"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"

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