Jack
(#63241946)
Level 1 Imperial
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Energy: 50/50
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
23.64 m
Wingspan
18.52 m
Weight
6967.04 kg
Genetics
Blood
Vipera
Vipera
Sanguine
Peregrine
Peregrine
Chocolate
Thylacine
Thylacine
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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Beckett was right, the city is wonderful. Jack had never seen so many people before, and those buildings were taller than statues the clans had. The colours, the sounds, too much of everything, and is was only a small part of it: Beckett led him directly to her house. High ceilings, many windows - but still scary, like in a cave, or in the tunnels. Her shop was much better equipped than that small tent from the camp. Half of the tools she had displayed on the walls he couldn't recognize. He was eager to learn. Beckett was wrong, the city is cruel. Much worse than the desert, in fact. Back home, you had to be afraid of beasts. Here, the beasts wore velvety clothes. They smiled and offer one hand, but struck with the other. They dress in bright colours, like poisonous insects. Sometimes they spit on him, too, and this he can take - at least those are honest, like snakes. But the most dangerous are like vines - you won't notice them smothering you while they talk their honeyed, venomous words, and their eyes are hungry and blind. Jack wants to go home, to clans, but the war is over, and there's no more clans. Some people here call him a cultist, and he still don't understand - and has no desire to try. He's tired and scared. He can't be at Beckett's house all the time, because it's so confined and unnatural, but he can't go outside too, because people there hate him. Master needs her tasks done as well, and sometimes Jack has to go, to buy or deliver. He know the roads, he made a map, so he won't have to ask the beats: they lie. Above all other things, he's afraid of the Iron Feather. Just cling to the shadows, and all will be fine. Tap. Jack delivered the box already, heavy and locked, to the woman who was a bit too polite. She offered him dinner and wine, but he refused: another animal, luring its prey into the den. Her smile was too sincere, like she practiced it for centuries. She was experienced. The worst kind of beasts. Tap, tap, tap. No, he just needs to make it back. It's always so dark in Feather, the light of day haven't touched the district in years. It's abnormal, and it shouldn't be like this. Some say the myths and legends are true, and the ancient predators live here, drinking blood of any poor soul foolish enough to walk their territory. He doesn't know what to make of it, but he's always scared to go through the alleys anyways. Even if he's completely alone - because it feels unnatural, to be in the city with so many people, but not see a single soul for hours. Tap, tap, tap. Beckett said it's possible for him to move, she knows the steppe folk, and he would like it there: people are honest and nature is beautiful. But first he needs to pay Raksha, if he doesn't want to have a master anymore. Beckett will give him a little bit more gold fr- Tap-tap-tap-tap. ]Deep in his thoughts, Jack did not hear the sound of the metal cane on the pavement, until it was too late. One sharp blow knocks him off his feet. Another knocks the breath out of him. Curl up. Protect the weak points. Be quiet. Endure. A whirlwind of blows, thrusts with the sharp end of the cane make it almost impossible to stay curled up. Jack can feel the cold metal piercing the flesh between his ribs. Endure. The beast's rage equals only its strength, relentless in its fury. Each kick, each strike is precise, aimed, to make it as painful as possible. Endure. When Jack thinks he can't take it anymore, the beast stops. But instead of walking away or finishing him off, it moves closer, kneels down, puts the cane on the paving. Its voice is a hiss, hot and sweet on Jack's neck. - You don't belong here, cultist filth. It lets out a small breathy laugh, as it grabs Jack's coat. Its eyes are blind with hunger, dark and lifeless. - Should've known your place. Its hands are cold on his skin when it chokes him, and its breath is shaky. - Pathetic. Wretched. Miserable creature. Just don't resist, don't struggle. Endure. Finally, it bites him, and fangs are sharp as beasts would be. Exhales and chuckles, and bites again. Still holding one hand on his neck, with the other hand it reaches somewhere to the side. Jack finally can breath a little, barely enough to not lose consciousness. It will let him go now, he endured enough. Metal briefly clinks against the stone, as it takes the cane in its free hand. Holds it up so Jack could see, runs the razor-sharp tip down his chest- - Worthless. The metal is cold. He can't endure any longer, can't be quiet anymore. He cries out, and sobs, and the world goes black. |
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