03-17-2019, 02:29 PM
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Not a true Pittian then. Jervis' eyes narrowed a few, but he found little distaste. As long as someone remained tried and true to the clan, he would not doubt their loyalty, though something about being a pureblood was more appealing. Without a word, he continued listened. Red ears pointed upwards as he managed to hear Embry out further. Even so, their comments were vague. As always, he would need to dig deeper. "Why, that's interesting," came his coo. "I would love to travel myself, but it proves to be hard in my position." A devastated sigh left him. "What about yourself? Ever plan to follow your parents legacy and travel?" His head craned to the side. "Are you loyal?" Golden eyes searched the other vulpine up and down, looking for any sign of hesitance.
Books had never interested him otherwise, ultimately making him slip past the subject. Jervis liked to consider himself intelligent, but books were never his style and instead preferred brute force. What could a book tell him besides how Juliet killed herself foolishly for a nonexistent love? "Books, while interesting in some aspects, are not really my thing," he commented. After all, why dream a fantasy when he could live in one of his own? All it took was a little work... and force.
Upon finishing, the new acquaintance mentioned they were boring. They got that right. At least Jervis thought so, of course. Everyone else besides him might think otherwise and try to befriend them further instead of digging for secrets. Thankfully, the subject turned towards him. "Oh lord, me?" enthused the fox as if he was surprised. "I come from the Callahan line that runs back many years. Many would consider us the foundation for the groups these days." Of course he had to pat himself on the back even if he wasn't involved directly. "Call us the founders." Was he joking? No. Despite his upbeat and joyous tone, he very much meant it. "But me directly? Oh, I've done plenty. Otherwise why would I be your ardent?" His smile curled further.
Books had never interested him otherwise, ultimately making him slip past the subject. Jervis liked to consider himself intelligent, but books were never his style and instead preferred brute force. What could a book tell him besides how Juliet killed herself foolishly for a nonexistent love? "Books, while interesting in some aspects, are not really my thing," he commented. After all, why dream a fantasy when he could live in one of his own? All it took was a little work... and force.
Upon finishing, the new acquaintance mentioned they were boring. They got that right. At least Jervis thought so, of course. Everyone else besides him might think otherwise and try to befriend them further instead of digging for secrets. Thankfully, the subject turned towards him. "Oh lord, me?" enthused the fox as if he was surprised. "I come from the Callahan line that runs back many years. Many would consider us the foundation for the groups these days." Of course he had to pat himself on the back even if he wasn't involved directly. "Call us the founders." Was he joking? No. Despite his upbeat and joyous tone, he very much meant it. "But me directly? Oh, I've done plenty. Otherwise why would I be your ardent?" His smile curled further.