03-19-2022, 02:40 PM
To Blackjack's surprise, it hadn't taken long for not one, but two Pittians to greet him at the border. The wolf came first — a female whose appearance matched that of the sandy dunes and cracking dry rocks of the desert, with a pelt that was colored in an assortment of creams and light browns beneath what seemed to be a purple costume. He had seen animals wear a variety of clothes, though it was more or less a rarity. Perhaps it made more sense in the desert, where the sun alone could blind a man with too much exposure, and something like a hat or the very hood the wolf bore upon her would be quite useful.
At her soft voice, his golden gaze fell upon her and met her own attentive brown eyes. They were curious, wondering, and...perhaps something like discomfort. He watched her throat move slowly in a thick gulp, his expression unchanging but his thoughts racing. Was she afraid of him? What was wrong with her? He was a man of simple interactions, well-adjusted to the emotionless exchanges between himself and his customers; this, unfortunately, made it difficult for him to understand the effect he had on the wolf at that very moment and what about him had pushed her to react in such a manner.
The second arrival mere moments after broke the tension ever so slightly, allowing Jackie to recompose himself and return to business. This next Pittian was a jaguar as himself, black as night with muscles rippling beneath his pelt. Rich golden eyes met icy, intensely bright ones — a key distinction between the two felines next to Jackie's horns. The other panther ran his tongue over his jaws, and involuntarily he mirrored the action, swiping his tongue across his lips. His tongue, unlike the other's, was reptilian in appearance, dark-brown and forked at the end. It was a mutation that contributed to Jackie's unsettling aura. He was a strange beast hailing from some unknown corner of the Earth, after all.
"I mean no harm. I figured that I would find shelter here," Blackjack responded to the two Pittians. His voice was calm, his words delivered in a deep and rich tone, painted by his soft accent that rolled in each syllable. "My name is Blackjack Venturo. This is my...familiar, Oscuro." He tilted his head slightly to the bird beside him as he spoke. The raven made no noise, only looking up at the wolf and the other jaguar and blinking.
The jaguar's focus returned to the Pittians. "Are you taking newcomers?" He had assumed so based on his last client's words of advice for him, but he wanted to make sure while the Pittians seemed surprisingly amiable. The bounty hunter wasn't sure what he was expecting when he showed up at their border, but seeing how his paws continued to ache, he was more than content with the way things were going now.
At her soft voice, his golden gaze fell upon her and met her own attentive brown eyes. They were curious, wondering, and...perhaps something like discomfort. He watched her throat move slowly in a thick gulp, his expression unchanging but his thoughts racing. Was she afraid of him? What was wrong with her? He was a man of simple interactions, well-adjusted to the emotionless exchanges between himself and his customers; this, unfortunately, made it difficult for him to understand the effect he had on the wolf at that very moment and what about him had pushed her to react in such a manner.
The second arrival mere moments after broke the tension ever so slightly, allowing Jackie to recompose himself and return to business. This next Pittian was a jaguar as himself, black as night with muscles rippling beneath his pelt. Rich golden eyes met icy, intensely bright ones — a key distinction between the two felines next to Jackie's horns. The other panther ran his tongue over his jaws, and involuntarily he mirrored the action, swiping his tongue across his lips. His tongue, unlike the other's, was reptilian in appearance, dark-brown and forked at the end. It was a mutation that contributed to Jackie's unsettling aura. He was a strange beast hailing from some unknown corner of the Earth, after all.
"I mean no harm. I figured that I would find shelter here," Blackjack responded to the two Pittians. His voice was calm, his words delivered in a deep and rich tone, painted by his soft accent that rolled in each syllable. "My name is Blackjack Venturo. This is my...familiar, Oscuro." He tilted his head slightly to the bird beside him as he spoke. The raven made no noise, only looking up at the wolf and the other jaguar and blinking.
The jaguar's focus returned to the Pittians. "Are you taking newcomers?" He had assumed so based on his last client's words of advice for him, but he wanted to make sure while the Pittians seemed surprisingly amiable. The bounty hunter wasn't sure what he was expecting when he showed up at their border, but seeing how his paws continued to ache, he was more than content with the way things were going now.
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