04-16-2022, 12:03 AM
"Sure. He's my good luck charm, after all. My amuleto." Blackjack looked over at the raven once more before turning back and listening to the other feline speak, eyes filled with curiosity. Jormungand didn't seem to be an ancient beast, but he assumed that there were many Ardents whose reigns were short-lived. This was a fairly cut-throat clan, after all, and a very dangerous world in the first place. Life moved quickly on the Island (and in general, in all fairness), and if you didn't keep up with it, you were surely lost in the dust, likely to never come back. He wasn't sure whether to respect Jormungand or envy him and his power and experience. Surely he could experience both feelings just as intensely as he was now, in equal parts. He would be a fool to not acknowledge the power that the man before him had, yet a personal lust tugged at his heart when he looked upon him. Not for him specifically, but his title, his honor.
What did you do before? What a question. Jackie didn't feel like the answer was anything remotely special, though that stemmed from him only now speaking to those that weren't other hunters or his own customers. Perhaps his choice in wording would require more careful consideration for now. "My line of work required a lot of traveling," he responded. "A bit of this, a bit of that, depending on if the pay was good." The way the horned jaguar spoke about his past was much, much simpler and said in an easygoing, matter-of-factly manner, yet his physical form juxtaposed it and told a different, hushed tale: some scars here and there, faint remnants of blood between his digits, sturdy muscles beneath his obsidian pelt that rippled as he rolled his broad shoulders. "But after wandering for so long, you start to wonder if it's a worthwhile life in the first place. So I'm trying the clan life here." Though he was used to spewing outright lies to those he talked to, Blackjack spoke more or less truthfully to the other feline, perhaps as a result of the alcohol that flowed through his system. If you had asked him why he had chosen the Pitt, he could not give a straight answer. Perhaps for a roof over his head, perhaps for something to fill the void. Even he couldn't say.
What did you do before? What a question. Jackie didn't feel like the answer was anything remotely special, though that stemmed from him only now speaking to those that weren't other hunters or his own customers. Perhaps his choice in wording would require more careful consideration for now. "My line of work required a lot of traveling," he responded. "A bit of this, a bit of that, depending on if the pay was good." The way the horned jaguar spoke about his past was much, much simpler and said in an easygoing, matter-of-factly manner, yet his physical form juxtaposed it and told a different, hushed tale: some scars here and there, faint remnants of blood between his digits, sturdy muscles beneath his obsidian pelt that rippled as he rolled his broad shoulders. "But after wandering for so long, you start to wonder if it's a worthwhile life in the first place. So I'm trying the clan life here." Though he was used to spewing outright lies to those he talked to, Blackjack spoke more or less truthfully to the other feline, perhaps as a result of the alcohol that flowed through his system. If you had asked him why he had chosen the Pitt, he could not give a straight answer. Perhaps for a roof over his head, perhaps for something to fill the void. Even he couldn't say.
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