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Jack lowered the axe he'd been using to make firewood with. He looked up at Yuè. Then smiled.
"My friend!" He said. His tone wavered with relief as he let go of the axe, kicked his new cut log aside and made his way over to the schooler. "I-" he held out his hand. As if he wanted to shake his best friend's hand. Then rethought and hugged him. A strong embrace.
"I did. But don't apologize," he said before slowly letting go. "I'm just glad you're back. I can make us some coffee? Tea," he paused. Jack's tea was made out of the most watery and tasteless herbs. It was quite (in)famous for it's bad taste.
He looked up when the other gave him the flask. Jack's blackened nails ticked softly on the iron as he took over the pitcher.
"That's fantastic," he said. Pricking up his ears. Jack never really believed in magic, so it came to no surprise that he'd directly tried the flask out. He drank. Removed the flask and peered inside. Oh!
Yuè was right! The flask did refill himself.
"I got you something as well," Jack said. "It's not magical."
Jack removed a small necklace her was wearing. A bone hung from it. No, a flute! "It is made from a chicken's bone. it's a whistle. The .. sound is sharp and keeps me away when I…" Pause. "you know," he flicked his hand dismissively. "I carved it myself."
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"I never saw a bison before," he said. Jack's fur-coat lay skewed over his shoulders, his hair was a mess. Deep eyes and a shagged mouth.
"But, I've heard they are big. Have horns and such? I'm not really an animal person, are you sure you want us to meet?"
Unfortunately Diluvi was. He followed her, hesitantly, and grimaced when he saw Starbell. She's huge!
Jack pressed his lips in a long line when their gazes met. Squinted an eye shut as the beast started to roar at him.
"Ya.. I got that effect on animals. I don't know what it is," he lied through his sharpened canine teeth. "But something inside of me works like a reversed animal magnet." That something being his Wolf. "Is she always so loud?" He asked Diluvi. While watching her grabbing the bison's reigns like a hawk.
"I mean, she is the first bison I've ever seen so.. She got that going for her."
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"... I was engaged."
That was the first thing Zack had said all night, and dawn was already breaking. His forehead was bandaged and he leaned against the door frame, gazing at the fire. "She owned the pet shop. It was a family business, but she was all that was left of it. I visited her as much as I could and helped around, and eventually we fell in love." He grew quiet again, his gaze getting distant.
"... We both knew I'd outlive her. At first we were fine with that, but then we started talking about what it would be like if she could live with me forever. We liked that idea."
He clenched his jaw. Pain broke through his stoic expression.
"I've never made anyone a vampire before. I thought it would be fine. She... She couldn't handle the transformation. She lost her mind and started attacking everyone and everything. I..."
A choked sound interrupted him. Clenching his fist, he dropped his head in shame.
"I had to stop her. I lost my arm and got these scars, but the worst of it was losing her. And it was all my fault." He shuddered with a cry, tears dropping to the floor as he held himself. "My parents were hunted for being vampires. I grew up thinking it wasn't fair because they never hurt a soul, but now I'm not so sure... I'm not so sure monsters like us deserve to live."
".....Shit." Jack ran his fingers through his hair as he stared at the other man. He frowned.
"I know my words sound hollow but, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that this happened to you," Jack said. He seated himself better on his chair, as his hands still rested in his hair. He'd always been on the 'losing control' side of things and it was..Hard..maybe even to hurtful to think about being the one that wás in control. Jack shook his head. "I..For all that it's worth, I don't think you're a heartless monster," Jack said. "You reflect and you feel. You care and you honored her by taking care of her pet-shop. You're human," Jack muttered. "You're good. And there's so much good you still can do," Jack said.
He slowly removed his hands out of his hair. Then held out a hand to him. "Thank you," Jack said. Charismatic like always. "For trusting me with this..."
Marco leaned in closer to get a good whiff of Jack. "Ahh... I knew, I smelled that smell before... That kind of smelly smell that smells... Smelly..." He leaned back in his normal, semi-crouched position. "So it was you, back in the woods. ...Oh, this is awkward...", he said with a realization that smelling people and pointing out that they're a werewolf is, in fact, a bit unusual. "Huh.. So we DO have something in common. Except that you're all grr growl rawr and I... Also technically do that... But with wings." Marco stop.
As struck by lightning Jack stared back at the stranger. Wide eyed, the older man reached for his shoulder.
"You!" He barked back. Then started to smile, "you! You helped me, didn't you? With that bolt?" Jack's face lit up with almost childish glee. "I.. Yes, I go all grr. Growl rawr, and such," he said. The glee slowly faltering from his face.
"S..Sorry for that. But, thanks.. For helping me with that bolt," he tried to save the conversation.
Marcos face froze in suprise, as he didn't expect such a enthusiastic reaction from Jack. "T'was a pleasure, my friend... And don't worry. You only scared me a little bit."
"Thank you for the fish and returning my scarf the other day...would you like some galette? I have a box with me"
A now tipsy Black gently hummed as he sort of just stared at Jack for a while. He was being surprisingly silent, especially considering how fucking talkative he usually was when he was drunk. The main reason for that was his brain was sort of empty for a little bit. That didn't last long, though, as he suddenly huffed out, "Do you hate people too? I mean, that's the only reason I can think of that you live alone and try not to interact with people. Or a hermit, whatever the fuck it's called, I don't give a shit at all. Anyway, I hope you know that I still know you're hiding something from me, though I ain't gonna pressure you right now.. By the way, you should get your arm checked out, that's... Getting pretty bad. Whatever, on a different note, munchies. Got any food?"
Jack peered deeply in his almost empty beer pint. He rubbed his throbbing temples before taking another swing. "hate people?" he barked (pun intended) out a laughter. "Oh ya. I do hate them, but most notably they seem to hate me as well." it's probably your charming personality Jack. He frowned as the werewolf slowly scratches his chin. Unlike Black he was more of a slowed down drunk. Reacting to things 4 seconds late and frowning a lot. Even alcohol couldn't bring a smile on this grumpy man's face. "I have many secrets, but I got a hunch that you have your own fair share of them," Jack bounced back. Reaching for his arm and scratched the still fresh looking marks. "Hu?" his gaze dipped to said arm. Another frown. "Oh you're right," he said. Sluggishly. "Maybe a doctor can uh.. Dip some salt on it or whatever they do." Another long pause. "Oh yes, munchies! I'd like some chickens please. Uh.. I meant wings. Not entire chickens, of course."
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