06-19-2018, 11:28 AM
WHAT A PRIVILEGE IT IS TO LOVE — Jacob had been quick to adjust to Snowbound's frigid temperatures upon his first arrival, but that was because he already had a thick fur coat where it hadn't been burned off and he constantly wore at least two layers of clothing in the form of his bandages and sweaters. He had welcomed the biting, clear air. It was so different than the polluted city air that was warm and he felt like he could never breath in clearly. Everything here was so different and he loved all of it, he welcomed it as a sanctuary as though it'd been made just to hide him. Of course, it hadn't, and, in the end, it'd become just as suseptible to his old threats and fears but at least he'd held it off for some time. At least he'd gotten to pretend at a normal, happy life for awhile. Maybe he could still be happy. Even with the threats, even with the fear, even with Pincher's injuries. Maybe he could stay. Maybe it'd all be fine. Jacob felt like he was living on a sea of maybes that would inevitably crash him against rocks and drown him completely, but right now he was trying to ignore all of it with long walks and midnight pasta. Clearly the best way to deal with all his complex emotional problems.
In any case, he was glad for the distraction when he heard a few voices nearby, one of them being unfamiliar. The canine rushed over to see the group and quickly began digging through his bag before finding an extra sweater. He always carried around a spare on the oof chance his got a hole in it that was a little too big and exposed some of his scarring (though all of it should also be covered by his bandages). "'Ere ya' are. 'M name's Jacob, we're gonna' show ya' back ta' our camp so ya' can warm up there, alright? Ya' can stay as long as ya' need, so long as ya' don' 'ave any bad intentions, which doesn' really seem like the case from where I'm standin'. We'll make sure ta' get ya' somethin' warm ta' drink n' some food," he offered. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
"SPEECH"
In any case, he was glad for the distraction when he heard a few voices nearby, one of them being unfamiliar. The canine rushed over to see the group and quickly began digging through his bag before finding an extra sweater. He always carried around a spare on the oof chance his got a hole in it that was a little too big and exposed some of his scarring (though all of it should also be covered by his bandages). "'Ere ya' are. 'M name's Jacob, we're gonna' show ya' back ta' our camp so ya' can warm up there, alright? Ya' can stay as long as ya' need, so long as ya' don' 'ave any bad intentions, which doesn' really seem like the case from where I'm standin'. We'll make sure ta' get ya' somethin' warm ta' drink n' some food," he offered. —A GREAT HONOR TO HOLD YOU UP
"SPEECH"
[glow=black,2,300]a beauty calm and clear[/glow]
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