An expanse of mass graves | Open, Joining

[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

✯ — he'll be the best of us

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Jacob had met plenty of monsters both in the city and on his way here. There had been creatures between here and there, feral things that would tear at his throat without a thought. They always looked sickly to Jacob and he found himself being more sympathetic towards them than anything. No one had taken them in, taught them any better. He believed that if they'd been shown such care when they were young, if they'd been taught, then maybe they wouldn't attack without a thought for the thing they stole life from. The monsters in the city had smiling faces and sly paws. Paws that thought they were too clever to be caught but Jacob learned it was all too easy to manipulate the deck they were dealt. All of that was in the past, though. The journey here, the things he'd done in the city under the advisory of his Babbo and Jersey. He knew he couldn't blame his upbringing for all his actions but he'd done what he had to do to keep his family safe and he didn't regret it. He'd never really hurt anyone, he was proud of that fact. It was better than what most people had done and, considering the night before he left, he thought he'd shown considerable restraint. But there was another monster. The one that reared it's head that night before he left. It had consumed him, filling him with hatred and anger. He'd been so sure that night. He'd almost done the thing he swore to never do. He hadn't gone through with it but coming that close wasn't something the boy cared to do again and now he was in Snowbound. Things like that wouldn't happen here. They were safe.

He was out for a walk. A constant reminder of what he'd lost in those old days. The ache of his legs never left now and he knew from all his books that he'd be better off getting rid of them and finding new means of transportation but he couldn't part with his dying legs. There was no saving them, with the deteriorating, muscles and nerves, but he hoped his procedures and treatments would keep them around for as long as possible. His mind was pulled from thoughts of his own legs, though, when he caught an unusual scent. He assumed it was one of the many joiners and began to make his way towards it. Then it came into view. What was it? It looked to be some sort of canine but he wasn't too sure about... anything that was going on. "Um, hello? Can we help you? Who are you n' what business do ya' got with Snowbound?" He also wanted to ask if they needed medical treatment but he was worried that'd be rude or, at the very least, premature. For all he knew, this creature was here to attack them or something. He really wasn't sure what to make of all that was before him. He didn't like judging anyone by their looks but after all the weird things he'd seen on the way here, he wasn't sure about just accepting anything that showed up at the border.

//rip ninja'd

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✯ — MALE. SNOWBOUND. MEDIUM. REF. TAGS. — ✯

#psychosocial.