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ââ Few Nights Back "Jack there's something I'd like for you to get. Here I have drawn it for you." Loup handed Jack a torn crinkled piece of leather. From the looks of it, it would seem that the drawing as been drawn for a lot longer than just now. He must have kept it by his side for ages in order for it to look so old and have an odd smell.
Before taking it from Loup, he gave a questioning look towards him.
"You want me to find this because?" Loup looked at Jack for an offload of a long time. His wolf like yellow eyes narrowed behind the hairiness of his eyelids. He almost looked like he would die right there of depression. Jack felt disgusted, not by how he was getting the sad look, but at how easily it made him want to give up and just say yes, he couldn't help but show it on his face. It was horrifying.
Jack gave out a long dramatic sigh as he used his staff to get up to stand on the window ledge.
"Just so you know, I might not be getting a reason as to why I have to look for this thing, but at least tell me where it last was or was seen. It might help. To top it off, how old is this thing?! It's probably older than your daughter isn't it? If it's been gone that long, I will frost bite what manhood you have left Dog. Do you have any idea how long I'd be looking for this? You better have a damn good reason when I get back. Tsk" He was so pissed that his staff lit up in a pale white-blue color and ended up freezing the whole window.
Loup handed Jack an
old pure silver key. That had a wolf with wings in the background. The whole design was so like him. Though, it was questioning how he wanted me to get this thing and not his own flesh and blood.
'Dose he does not trust her enough with it? Maybe it's something he doesn't want her to see?...' Taking the leather and key, he looked at the drawing, a drawing that made his face go pale and answered his question about not wanting Ruby near it.
"It's a lot to ask for. I know, especially when you know so little. But you will bring it here for me. I will be needing it." "Like hell! I'm never going to get this! Not in your lifetime! Are you insane? This is suicide!" Jack slammed his hand down on the bedside desk, leaving the key and leather there.
"We might be close, but we aren't that close. Get someone else to do that! I've already had to deal with this once, I won't do it again!" He was so pissed that he wasn't even going to bother to control himself. The whole side of the room that he was standing in had frost everywhere. It even started to snow a bit in the room.
"You've crossed the line this time. What would Ruby think..." He threw those last words in Loup's face, taking his leave.
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â â It's been three nights since then and Jack hasn't come by. Loup couldn't really remember the last time his house was so quiet at night. Lately, though, Loup hasn't got much sleep. That morning he had let his daughter come in and do her normal morning go bouts. Giving him food and saying a few words before taking off. As much as he loved his dear child, sometimes he'd wish she would move on from him and live her own life. Instead of being stuck here taking care of a miserable old man, such as himself.
This time, he had spoken just before she stepped out.
"Maybe it's now time you find piece and give me grandchildren." He was unsure if she heard him because seconds later she closed the door and left the room, saying her last words about Belle, their new live-in helper. Maybe Caretaker would fit her role.
The house went quiet once again after Ruby took off. He had gone downstairs and into their home library. It was small, but at least they had one. The books kept him from being too bored. Even though it was a bit hard to read them at times, so he'd only get half the story. Taking the book, he sat in his normal seating, behind some curtains near the balcony, unseen and out of the way. The sound of his name was being spoken by a soft and familiar voice. Ariel. The girl who'd come, talk to him about random things and bring flowers to him. It was nice to hear about the little things she'd speak of from the outside world. She at times would have a wild imagination.
"Yes, I knew. They are quite miserable as well to be around. The lilies are a nice scent change." The room became silent for a bit, he could here she was still there, looking around. So he opened his book, glancing about it, only to hear her speak again.
"Only the ones that look extremely old. The newer ones, I have not." He couldn't read them, not anymore like he use to. He didn't answer he new question about a lot more people coming to town. He wasn't too fond of it. More people meant more unwanted problems. And with Jack not around, it was hard to handle.
"Festival? You'd have to ask Ruby. I don't take part in those things." His claws dug into the book as he kept his voice calm, trying to control himself. He was more upset about how he couldn't be apart of anything, including missing out on his own daughters life. Unsure of saying anything more, he didn't. He had spoken enough.