10-08-2019, 06:55 PM
FOURTHWALL & GLITCHHOP
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / FEMALE - 17 - OBEDIENT & CHEERFUL - THE PITT
THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY
Fourthwall on patrol? Not uncommon. A random group of Pittians gathered out there? A bit more so. Curiosity awoken, the massive hybrid would pad over with swift strides, wine-red gaze quickly singling out the creature that had their attention. It was a small white and black bird, reminding him of a finch or sparrow in terms of general size and looks, but since Fourth was hardly a bird expert it was safe to say his lazy guess wasn't exactly right. But he had arrived in time to hear the flyers words, which was all that really mattered.
To say he had his doubts would be a home run, but it wasn't beyond belief. The real question was, what was the other capable of in terms of workmanship? What could they offer that would be of true use. "What kind of things can you make?" the Marauder would ask, tone cool and inquisitive as he came to a halt beside Redfox, trying not to let their mention of Jervis irk a reaction from him. The truth was that the King hadn't been around much, but he didn't really need to be. Fourthwall was his eyes and ears, his sword and shield. There was nothing in the territory he couldn't take care of for the snarky little fox, an arrogant but none the less true sentiment. Fourthwall was extremely capable and there was very little he wasn't willing to face.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"
BLACK-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND / BROWN-GOLD MOTTLED HELLHOUND
MALE - 22 - SOCIAL & VIOLENT / FEMALE - 17 - OBEDIENT & CHEERFUL - THE PITT
THEY SAY THAT I AM THE SICK BOY
EASY TO SAY WHEN YOU DON'T TAKE THE RISK, BOY
Fourthwall on patrol? Not uncommon. A random group of Pittians gathered out there? A bit more so. Curiosity awoken, the massive hybrid would pad over with swift strides, wine-red gaze quickly singling out the creature that had their attention. It was a small white and black bird, reminding him of a finch or sparrow in terms of general size and looks, but since Fourth was hardly a bird expert it was safe to say his lazy guess wasn't exactly right. But he had arrived in time to hear the flyers words, which was all that really mattered.
To say he had his doubts would be a home run, but it wasn't beyond belief. The real question was, what was the other capable of in terms of workmanship? What could they offer that would be of true use. "What kind of things can you make?" the Marauder would ask, tone cool and inquisitive as he came to a halt beside Redfox, trying not to let their mention of Jervis irk a reaction from him. The truth was that the King hadn't been around much, but he didn't really need to be. Fourthwall was his eyes and ears, his sword and shield. There was nothing in the territory he couldn't take care of for the snarky little fox, an arrogant but none the less true sentiment. Fourthwall was extremely capable and there was very little he wasn't willing to face.
WELCOME TO THE NARCISISM,
WE'RE UNITED UNDER OUR INDIFFERENCE
"Fourthwall/neutral/Glitchhop"