He finds silent amusement in the reaction of the pups, brothers if he has ever seen any. One simply ignores him, but the other gives a reaction worthy of his attention. They act tough, the both of them, like their blood makes them capable of standing a chance against him. But Jack has killed far larger, far more powerful, and greater numbers than them. They think to highly of themselves, and if they were not protected by this pack, he would teach them the cruelest of lessons. Instead his attention is given to the young male who looks at him with warning in his blue eyes. Pitiful really, in Jack's opinion, if he thought that a warning would stop him if he really wanted him dead.
The large male decides its time to test this young male's warning, to see if he has the gall to back it in anyway. So he pushes closer to the one who flashes him warning, ignoring the female who shows an instinctual protectiveness over them, for he will not hurt them and it is apparent in his actions. He moves his large bulk to tower over the boy, his appearance threatening but his posture showing that he is no threat.....for the moment that is. He lowers his head to be eye to eye with the boy, staring straight through his blue eyes with his empty black ones. "You have gall, but even with your brother by your side you should never let your vanity get to your head. There is always someone stronger, never forget that like the wolf who lost this pack did," a life lesson. And if the boy had any sense he would listen, for it is not often the beast speaks, but when he does it was always good to pay attention.
He lifts his head away from the boy and walks to his shadows calmly. He knows this displeases the queen, but he's more curious on how she will react to his actions. And she is quick to act, not giving him long as he seats himself to move towards him without fear, for there truly is nothing to fear from him on this night. Her eyes pierce into his, willing him to look away, but he does not flinch, does not look away. His eyes remain the same cold, empty sockets they are, though they do not challenge hers, simply stare, watching and waiting to see what she has to say. "Your name." A sweet demand, but a demand all the same, and why should she not in her rightful home?
"I have no true name, but others have dubbed me Eyeless Jack, or simply Jack if you prefer it," he speaks with his deep, gravelly, monotone voice. He was born of death and darkness, and as such was never given something like a name, it was never needed. Names were a gift and he had never needed one. Monsters like him were known as its, nothing more, nothing less.
"Do you seek a home to keep your dark soul safe?" she says, banner held high and aggression clear in her eyes. He had no intentions of challenging her, and if he did, he would already have torn the pack from her weakened state. "You have called for those who live in the night, so I have come. It is rare for me to bring myself within the company of others, but intrigue bids me to stay and obey, and I shall unless given reason not to," He is a simple wolf really. She called. He came. He is curious. He will stay and be of use unless he thinks the pack is not worth his time. After all, this female was still young, and time would tell if she was cut out to lead monsters or simply get eaten by them.
He watches her carefully as she moves around him, giggling like some innocent child. He feels her paw at him, trying to goad a response from him. His only reaction is to stare at her unblinking, silently wondering what on earth she was doing. She suddenly dashes towards him, bringing her paws to his should and then wheeling around and away from him not once but twice. He stares for a moment before rising and, his predatory side wanting to chase, followed after her. She turns and snaps at him before dashing away again, but that does not stop his pursuit of her. When he is near her he brings his paws to her shoulder as she did with him, though he would push her with force. He follows primal instincts, and play is one of them, though one he is less experienced with. He is a beast and, despite her obvious injuries, does not hold back in his force and roughness.
He slams his foot upon the ground once, a challenge for her to come after him again. Let her continue her sport, it was all good exercise for him. He had tired of talking, it was time to revert back to doing something more primal.
(8 years/Damned to Delya/Tortures/Kills for Asteraia)
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