09-16-2019, 09:47 PM
The light from afar caught his eye. Flickering flames sent him back in time to a momential traumatic memory. Crow’s hazel eyes flickered into his mind and the fire that encircled him almost felt as they were coming back, warming his cold stature. Jervis swallowed. The subject of how his precious face was ruined was rather sensitive to him. Perhaps even enough to set him off. Even so, he had to keep his royal facade around the others and embrace the chaos. It was the Pittian way. So after a moment of being frozen, the ardent’s maw turned up into a twisted smile.
His association of the burns ruined any firebender in his eyes. While their powers brought glorious demise to The Pitt’s enemies, the flames also reminded him of his downfall. It was a painful association he couldn’t help. Unfortunately, just like with the others, Jervis was quick to judge Romanempire and his sickly warm haze. That did not stop him from approaching though. The ardent followed Romanempire from afar, keeping his eyes on the blue russian feline. It wasn’t long till he mustered up the courage to wander over. After all, confidence was the vulpine’s strongest attribute.
”Are you lost?” came his vicarious coo. A golden gaze narrowed at the stranger, hoping to catch their upmost attention. ”Perhaps I can be of assistance,” he continued on. Jervis sauntered closer with poise as he spoke. ”My name is Jervis, your ardent.“ There wasn’t a point in time where he wouldn’t manage to show off his power. ”What is your namesake?” If so, he’d enjoy a last name too. The leader was a sucker for family politics, especially his own and the skittish Scottish fox cult that seemed to keep coming up... O’Faelin, was it? Something like that.
His association of the burns ruined any firebender in his eyes. While their powers brought glorious demise to The Pitt’s enemies, the flames also reminded him of his downfall. It was a painful association he couldn’t help. Unfortunately, just like with the others, Jervis was quick to judge Romanempire and his sickly warm haze. That did not stop him from approaching though. The ardent followed Romanempire from afar, keeping his eyes on the blue russian feline. It wasn’t long till he mustered up the courage to wander over. After all, confidence was the vulpine’s strongest attribute.
”Are you lost?” came his vicarious coo. A golden gaze narrowed at the stranger, hoping to catch their upmost attention. ”Perhaps I can be of assistance,” he continued on. Jervis sauntered closer with poise as he spoke. ”My name is Jervis, your ardent.“ There wasn’t a point in time where he wouldn’t manage to show off his power. ”What is your namesake?” If so, he’d enjoy a last name too. The leader was a sucker for family politics, especially his own and the skittish Scottish fox cult that seemed to keep coming up... O’Faelin, was it? Something like that.