battle scars [★] first aid lesson

[j a c k .]

pragmatic, as jack had come to realize, was gael's agenda. he craved a structure to his life- no needed structure and jack found himself appreciating that simplicity, something so akin to the kodkod's own form of naivety. here, now jack could only feel the tendrils of woe that seemed to emanate from the small acolyte, his daugher and felt something in him unravel. the spool of the faemor's patience thinning to near bare.

aine was bloodless ,weak and instead of an annoyance the other felt grim. his big brother instincts were struggling to break his aloof nature and break [glow=black,2,300]something[/glow]. the kodkod stood still ramrod strait as he contemplated this, the hesitation in his steps towards the group - was a weakness but the only one he would allow.

"I'll stay, but i can't promise a good study, I have always been streets smart rather than book smarts but-" and here, jack let out a loud exaggerated sigh, the boyish grin along his maw as he rose a paw to stop his shaking his head, "we'll see what kind of magik you can work"