you weren't born with it;; Open + Typhoon memeber

[jacob w.c.]

WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob was taking a walk, as he always did. It was at the same time, in the same pattern, and for the same purpose. His legs were failing him. Almost every single day he had to turn around early or had to rest for awhile before he could continue. Just a few weeks ago, that hadn't been the case. His recovery had always been close to a mountainous landscape rather than a simple slope of downward or upward progress. Some days he was hardly in any pain but in others he could hardly leave his den without experiencing tremors of pain. He knew that his body shouldn't feel anything. In most of his legs, his nerves were too damaged to feel anything at all. No, he knew these were phantom pains and there was a chance that even if he did decide to amputate his legs, he'd still wake up feeling as though he was on fire. Even if the physical ailment was gone, the mental trauma still existed and there wasn't much he could do about that other than what he was already doing. He knew he needed someone to talk to but the only person he'd trusted with that was Pincher, and even then 'trust' was a strong word to use.

He'd been emotionally and mentally compromised by Guru and he'd been desperate to talk to anyone, to seek relief from anyone nearby and he'd poured everything out to the captain. To his credit, Pincher hadn't asked a lot of questions and Jacob had never felt like he was being forced to give up information about himself. He'd just listened and he'd helped ward off the nightmares and hallucinations that plagued Jacob. The only other person to ever do that was his Ma and she was dead. He'd hinted to Jersey about the hallucinations and he knew that his big brother had to know about the nightmares but he'd never really had a heartfelt conversations about it. It wasn't that he didn't trust Jersey, he just didn't want to pile more on to what the feline already had to deal with on a regular basis. Jacob didn't want to worry anyone. In any case, there was no denying the fact that Jacob felt emotionally in debt to the Typhoon's captain but on one else was aware of that fact, as far as he knew. That and, beyond that debt, Jacob felt himself wanting to talk to Pincher again. Any time something happened, that was all he thought about but he knew he couldn't do that. The doberman was basically a stranger and it'd look bad for him to run to him for support, especially now that he was chief. The rubber ducks were bad enough but he couldn't show personal interest in Pincher. He had to be objective.

When he caught the smell of the sea near his borders, he felt his heart jump and he was pulled from his thoughts as he hurried towards the border. When Argus came into view, he felt a sharp sting of disappoint, though his expression didn't change. He offered the creature a smile that quickly dropped to a gaze filled with concern and worry when he noticed her wounds. He could tell they'd been taken care of but he was surprised she wanted them exposed already. Hello! Thank you so much but do ya' want anythin' ta' cover up those wounds? I don' mind how they look, ah' course, but they might give ya' some discomfort n' pain bein' left out in the open like that. Not ta' mention you'll have ta' clean it more often 'cause more might get in it," he offered with a light frown on his maw. He was sure that Typhoon's medic wouldn't have released Argus if they weren't confidant she was alright but it was better to check and be wrong than never ask at all. Snowbound had minimal resources but he was confidant that would change soon so he didn't see much to lose in this situation. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP

"SPEECH"

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