07-03-2019, 02:50 PM
[glow=#2b0505,2,300]SELF-ENTITLED[/glow]
Consider this a lesson.
Anyone who stepped out of line was next. It just happened to be that this group of Lingré members had caused trouble first. Jervis could care less about their family name, nor their purpose behind the drama that came up at the border. All he knew is that they spilled blood of their own kind. Whether it was new or old members, the ardent did not care. If they were going to become a true Pittian, they would succumb to what punishment that followed.
Upon Jerisidie's return, he seemed unaware in the changes that followed Stryker's reign. The lion was a fool. His morals were skewed towards a modified way of justice and correction of wrongdoing. For a warbound clan, it seemed almost improper. The Pitt was supposed to be doing the wrongdoing and exploiting what they could, not preventing it. Perhaps the members of the old reign didn't get it yet, but that was the direction they were heading in. If they weren't going to succumb to their new era, then there would be proper punishment. Just as Jerisidie was about to receive.
The white hellhound had been strapped up on the stage. Metal chains wrapped tightly around their ankles and kept him in place for all to see. In the meantime, his right leg towards his rear was flatly lied out on an oak table while the rest of his body remained standing upright. Sort of looked like he was being forced to piss on a nonexistent fire hydrant. Quite the painful position, really. Off to the side was another Pittian. Their figure was encapsulated in the shadows of the stage. What their purpose was remained a secret.
Jervis stood in the middle of the stage, not far from his victim. "Pittians, gather," he boldly announced. From there, he would wait. What they were going to do was going to be announced very shortly.
[member=1929]jerisidie.[/member]
more like [glow=#2b0505,2,300]tags - penned by orion[/glow] narcissismAnyone who stepped out of line was next. It just happened to be that this group of Lingré members had caused trouble first. Jervis could care less about their family name, nor their purpose behind the drama that came up at the border. All he knew is that they spilled blood of their own kind. Whether it was new or old members, the ardent did not care. If they were going to become a true Pittian, they would succumb to what punishment that followed.
Upon Jerisidie's return, he seemed unaware in the changes that followed Stryker's reign. The lion was a fool. His morals were skewed towards a modified way of justice and correction of wrongdoing. For a warbound clan, it seemed almost improper. The Pitt was supposed to be doing the wrongdoing and exploiting what they could, not preventing it. Perhaps the members of the old reign didn't get it yet, but that was the direction they were heading in. If they weren't going to succumb to their new era, then there would be proper punishment. Just as Jerisidie was about to receive.
The white hellhound had been strapped up on the stage. Metal chains wrapped tightly around their ankles and kept him in place for all to see. In the meantime, his right leg towards his rear was flatly lied out on an oak table while the rest of his body remained standing upright. Sort of looked like he was being forced to piss on a nonexistent fire hydrant. Quite the painful position, really. Off to the side was another Pittian. Their figure was encapsulated in the shadows of the stage. What their purpose was remained a secret.
Jervis stood in the middle of the stage, not far from his victim. "Pittians, gather," he boldly announced. From there, he would wait. What they were going to do was going to be announced very shortly.
[member=1929]jerisidie.[/member]