FOURTHWALL FALLOUT
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
Finally, it was finished. Sure, his time and efforts probably could have been spent on other things that were more productive, but they couldn't expect him to be a killing machine all the time. Most of the time he was a good boy and did his fair share, patrolling, hunting, cleaning up the shitstorm that had been left in the wake of the fire. But it was the middle of summer and they were in the middle of a desert jungle, so it seamed reasonable that they should have some time to enjoy themselves.
It was with that mindset that the massive young canine had gone about his work, using his elemental powers to grow a sturdy tree on the steep bank of a near by lake. A long, thick limb hung out over the water, and from it a heavy rope knotted at various lengths hung, swaying in the the breeze above the water. It was an intimidating drop from where the rope ended to the waters of the lake below, and if you swung out on it from the bank with force you could gain quite a distance. This, of course, was Fourthwalls intentions entirely. While those who weren't as brave were welcome to enter the water from the bank below, anyone who was a thrill seeker could follow after the black and gold hellhound as an npc babboon travelled out onto the branch, grabbed the rope, and carried the loose end over to Fourth.
He flashed the animal a thankful grin as he grasped the thick cord in his jaws, teetering on his hind legs to grab it as high up as he could before pulling back and lifting his legs. The rope launched foreward, swinging out over the lake and arcing upwards. At it's peak the canine would let go with a howl and do a cannonball into the water below. When he resurfaced it was with a laugh that gave away just how much fun it had been, and he flipped onto his back to float and wait to see if anyone would come join him. It was hot as hell out anyways, so they could use another cool down.
"SPEECH
BLACK/GOLD HELLHOUND - MALE - 19 MONTHS - THE PITT
Finally, it was finished. Sure, his time and efforts probably could have been spent on other things that were more productive, but they couldn't expect him to be a killing machine all the time. Most of the time he was a good boy and did his fair share, patrolling, hunting, cleaning up the shitstorm that had been left in the wake of the fire. But it was the middle of summer and they were in the middle of a desert jungle, so it seamed reasonable that they should have some time to enjoy themselves.
It was with that mindset that the massive young canine had gone about his work, using his elemental powers to grow a sturdy tree on the steep bank of a near by lake. A long, thick limb hung out over the water, and from it a heavy rope knotted at various lengths hung, swaying in the the breeze above the water. It was an intimidating drop from where the rope ended to the waters of the lake below, and if you swung out on it from the bank with force you could gain quite a distance. This, of course, was Fourthwalls intentions entirely. While those who weren't as brave were welcome to enter the water from the bank below, anyone who was a thrill seeker could follow after the black and gold hellhound as an npc babboon travelled out onto the branch, grabbed the rope, and carried the loose end over to Fourth.
He flashed the animal a thankful grin as he grasped the thick cord in his jaws, teetering on his hind legs to grab it as high up as he could before pulling back and lifting his legs. The rope launched foreward, swinging out over the lake and arcing upwards. At it's peak the canine would let go with a howl and do a cannonball into the water below. When he resurfaced it was with a laugh that gave away just how much fun it had been, and he flipped onto his back to float and wait to see if anyone would come join him. It was hot as hell out anyways, so they could use another cool down.
"SPEECH