He sits quietly in the night, the only sound to be heard is the ripping of flesh and the snapping of bones. His silver mask is painted crimson with the blood of the wolf whom he has slaughtered to feast upon this night. The monster has already consumed the part that he seeks most in other wolves: the kidney. Now he was simply eating to sustain himself for another few weeks, eating his fill and then allowed the murder of crows over head to finish the carcass. Like a dragon hording gold, his den was littered in bones of other wolves, a simple warning, a graveyard of sorts. It was not trashy either, each had its place, and only the best bones were placed in their rightful spot. Weird. Creepy. Call it as you may, it was Jack's way of running things.
He had been quiet in the pack, and chances are he would always be extremely quiet within the pack. Recently though he has made it clear to the queen of his desires to be more than a simple pawn, to put his skills to some use. For now, he has decided on the path of keeper, to keep the pack safe as he is always stalking near the borders, always a silent bodyguard. No one had seen him, besides the alpha, not since he made his first appearance at the pack meeting; not since he dealt with the arrogance of young pups who knew nothing of the world, and, if were not careful, would become someone's snack. He, unfortunately, was not allowed to eat them, so he kept from them, to stop the temptation to end their lives before they could prove themselves any use to the pack.
His ears flick to attention at the sound of approaching footsteps and the presence of another. Black, soulless eyes shoot up to watch one of the young pups, the one he has lectured at the meeting, sauntering up to him. "You handed out advice at the pack meeting like it comes naturally but you have no knowledge of your new apprentice." he says, hackles raised over his lanky one year old body and lip curling to reveal a pitiful fang. A black tail flicks slightly in annoyance, but he does not react, willing to at least listen the boy out before deciding if he needs to drive him away or not.
"I am Cuirass, son of Eric and Seline, brother of Kronos and Satanican prince. I want to be a warrior, a killer, the best there is in Moladian and the world. I want to be stealthy, charming, intelligent, experienced and you can't be all that and more unless you push yourself and get out in the world. You have experience just waiting to be handed out to young bendable minds like my own. What do you say? Perhaps some day, I'll be able to do something for you." He finishes. Jack simply stares at him, his eyes unwavering and unreadable. He thinks about the proposition for a moment, to teach this child his ways. It seems like an annoyance, but he also knows that if he denies the boy, he will only continue to ask and annoy him.
There is a rumble in his chest as he rises, bloody head staring down at Cuirass. "Very well," he says, his deep baritones, always so threatening, despite no threat being present. "I will mentor you, but test my patience and you will find it particularly thin,"he says, the threat now weighing heavily in his words. Let the boy try and learn from him, if he turned out to be weak and worthless, he would have to find a teacher elsewhere, for Jack had no patience for weakness.
(9 years/Damned to/Tortures/Kills for Asteraia)
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