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JACOB WICKLIFF CORLEONE
Crippling fear. That was how Jacob would describe how he felt towards most fire. It was the reason that he used battery operated candles to set the mood on he and Pincher's dates, the reason he never attended any of Typhoon's bonfires, the reason he seemed perfectly fine cooking and baking but couldn't bear being anywhere near an open flame. Every hint of orange grasping at air, longing to spread itself as far as it could, sent shivers of terror in Jacob. The flame wasn't just a single one but something that pulsed, something that devoured all it came across, something that devoured his life. His fur, his skin, his legs, his Pa, his Ma, everything from his old life. All taken, devoured by fire. Crippling because it didn't stop at chill and shivers down his spine. It locked his legs, wrapped around his chest and held it tight in it's grip. It stopped him from moving, from even breathing, and he couldn't stand it. He'd tried to face it before. He'd tried to just face it head on, to pretend it wasn't a problem and do his best to power through but he couldn't do it. Every single time he was frozen in absolute terror. It wasn't just nerves. Suddenly he would see the building collapsing all over again, his Pa' body disappearing in flame and smoke while he ran away.
He knew that there were a few people in the clan with the abilities to create fire from their paws but most didn't do it on a regular basis. That was why the canine seemed so shocked when he came across Dagda. He could tell he was an intelligent creature, that Jacob shouldn't be so afraid, but his breath was caught in his chest and his throat felt as though it were closing. While it might not be an open flame, it was close enough. The lava that pulsed on his body was enough to make Jacob freeze, his breathing and heart rate suddenly increasing at a rapid rate. Jacob had passed out on several occasions from hyperventilation while seeing fire. It hadn't happened in some time but it didn't mean it couldn't happen anymore. He knew he shouldn't stare, that it was rude and that he'd make the child feel uncomfortable but he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away or to move or to speak. he should say something, he should say hi, he should say his name, he should say anything that would distract him from the fire but he couldn't bring the words past his lips. He watched as the being consumed a rock and he only felt his terror increase. His paws were shaking badly now, especially those that were heavily bandaged. he tried to stay standing and tried to just force himself to turn away but he couldn't. He should just tell him to leave, that he needed to collect himself but he still couldn't speak and he felt tears gathering in his eyes. Why did he have to be like this? He just wanted to be well.
He knew that there were a few people in the clan with the abilities to create fire from their paws but most didn't do it on a regular basis. That was why the canine seemed so shocked when he came across Dagda. He could tell he was an intelligent creature, that Jacob shouldn't be so afraid, but his breath was caught in his chest and his throat felt as though it were closing. While it might not be an open flame, it was close enough. The lava that pulsed on his body was enough to make Jacob freeze, his breathing and heart rate suddenly increasing at a rapid rate. Jacob had passed out on several occasions from hyperventilation while seeing fire. It hadn't happened in some time but it didn't mean it couldn't happen anymore. He knew he shouldn't stare, that it was rude and that he'd make the child feel uncomfortable but he couldn't bring himself to tear his eyes away or to move or to speak. he should say something, he should say hi, he should say his name, he should say anything that would distract him from the fire but he couldn't bring the words past his lips. He watched as the being consumed a rock and he only felt his terror increase. His paws were shaking badly now, especially those that were heavily bandaged. he tried to stay standing and tried to just force himself to turn away but he couldn't. He should just tell him to leave, that he needed to collect himself but he still couldn't speak and he felt tears gathering in his eyes. Why did he have to be like this? He just wanted to be well.
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