05-13-2018, 09:32 PM
WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — First Killua and Stark arrived. No, no, no. This wasn't what he wanted. He certainly hadn't wanted Killua to find him in such a state. He was sure the feline already hated him and he didn't want him to think he was even weaker than he'd already seen him. Jacob didn't know how to fight and his legs didn't work and he didn't want Killua to think poorly of him, even if they didn't agree on most things. He still valued the other's opinion and he wouldn't want him to think he was completely incompetent. Besides that, he could hardly focus on what either of them were saying. He simply curled himself in a tighter ball. He figured out that one of them had asked about which herbs to use and Jacob tried to recall their names or how to prepare them or what he needed but all he could think about was fire and the smoke that he swore he could smell billowing in. His chest still moved at a nearly violent pace and he was shaking even more than he'd been before. "I-I-I-I'm sor-r-rry, I d-d-dunno, I dunno-" his words came out as sobs as he tried to remember. The words came out shaky and fragmented with his odd breathing pattern and sobs.
When he felt someone touching him, he immediately recoiled away but then he heard Jersey's voice. He heard someone else too, maybe Melantha, but he sprung up and wrapped his paws around the feline. "J-J-J-Jersey, Jersey... th-th-th-there was a fir-r-re. I tr-t-r-tried t-t-t-" his voice shook horribly and now sobs freely came from him as he couldn't even finish his sentences. That night had been terrible and it'd never left Jacob. He still saw the fire and smelled the smoke and heard the crack of beams falling. He remembered when his Pa told him to go, that the stallion couldn't move. All of that burned in his mind as though it'd happened just yesterday and, in a way, it had. He had seen it in his dreams and even now the smell of smoke plagued him when there wasn't a real one in sight. "J-J-Jersey, help-p-p me-" he cried the words as he held onto the feline, any thought of what Stark or Killua would think out of his mind now. He just wanted it to be done. But his heart pounded in his chest, the smell of smoke was prevalent in the air, and his lungs refused to stop trying to pull in oxygen at an alarming rate. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
"SPEECH"
When he felt someone touching him, he immediately recoiled away but then he heard Jersey's voice. He heard someone else too, maybe Melantha, but he sprung up and wrapped his paws around the feline. "J-J-J-Jersey, Jersey... th-th-th-there was a fir-r-re. I tr-t-r-tried t-t-t-" his voice shook horribly and now sobs freely came from him as he couldn't even finish his sentences. That night had been terrible and it'd never left Jacob. He still saw the fire and smelled the smoke and heard the crack of beams falling. He remembered when his Pa told him to go, that the stallion couldn't move. All of that burned in his mind as though it'd happened just yesterday and, in a way, it had. He had seen it in his dreams and even now the smell of smoke plagued him when there wasn't a real one in sight. "J-J-Jersey, help-p-p me-" he cried the words as he held onto the feline, any thought of what Stark or Killua would think out of his mind now. He just wanted it to be done. But his heart pounded in his chest, the smell of smoke was prevalent in the air, and his lungs refused to stop trying to pull in oxygen at an alarming rate. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
"SPEECH"
[glow=black,2,300]a beauty calm and clear[/glow]
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