09-25-2022, 01:24 PM
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[div style="margin-bottom: 4px; height: auto; font-family: baskerville; font-size: 26px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: black;"]ARE YOU FEELIN' ME NOW?
ACTIONS | "SPEAKING" | THINKING | TELEPATHY
Admittedly he had hoped that whatever news Clove came to bear, or whatever chit-chat they desired to have, would be insignificant, something to acknowledge but easily push away. Of course, such wishful thinking could never be the case. Of course she had to be-
"Pregnant."
Blackjack let the word rest in his mouth after he spat it out from his throat as though it were a sharp bone consumed from quickly-eaten prey. It felt unnatural from his tongue, especially in the context of it involving him. Had their last private meeting been so long ago for this development to occur? I'm a busy man. Why expect me to remember? But it didn't matter how long ago or what happened. What's done was done, and this was their new reality. Would Clove keep them? Was it worth pleading for her to do otherwise? Part of him wanted to grab onto them and shake them awake from this nightmare, implore them to find ways to bring this dirty dream to an end.
At the end of the day, though, would it ever be his choice to make?
He pondered this for a moment, rich golden hues never betraying the other feline's gaze, not even for one moment. Could the burden of parenthood be a necessary sacrifice? At the end of the day, these children would be the spawn of two strong, seemingly patriotic Pittians, raised with the right ideologies and trained to be the best of the best. The brood of a Councilman devoted to his family. The clan could always use new blood, but children born within the ravaged jungle would have a greater advantage than someone who merely appeared on the borders. They could become anything the Pitt wanted. Perhaps it was what the group needed, and Jack wondered if the same went for him and Clove as well. He never doubted the strength it took to raise a family, but this was a risk worth taking.
Finally the jaguar moved, his tail floating onto Clove's shoulder gently as a soft smile spread across his maw. An attempt at comfort. "They'll be safe here. You'll be safe, Clove." The mother would have to come first, of course.
"Pregnant."
Blackjack let the word rest in his mouth after he spat it out from his throat as though it were a sharp bone consumed from quickly-eaten prey. It felt unnatural from his tongue, especially in the context of it involving him. Had their last private meeting been so long ago for this development to occur? I'm a busy man. Why expect me to remember? But it didn't matter how long ago or what happened. What's done was done, and this was their new reality. Would Clove keep them? Was it worth pleading for her to do otherwise? Part of him wanted to grab onto them and shake them awake from this nightmare, implore them to find ways to bring this dirty dream to an end.
At the end of the day, though, would it ever be his choice to make?
He pondered this for a moment, rich golden hues never betraying the other feline's gaze, not even for one moment. Could the burden of parenthood be a necessary sacrifice? At the end of the day, these children would be the spawn of two strong, seemingly patriotic Pittians, raised with the right ideologies and trained to be the best of the best. The brood of a Councilman devoted to his family. The clan could always use new blood, but children born within the ravaged jungle would have a greater advantage than someone who merely appeared on the borders. They could become anything the Pitt wanted. Perhaps it was what the group needed, and Jack wondered if the same went for him and Clove as well. He never doubted the strength it took to raise a family, but this was a risk worth taking.
Finally the jaguar moved, his tail floating onto Clove's shoulder gently as a soft smile spread across his maw. An attempt at comfort. "They'll be safe here. You'll be safe, Clove." The mother would have to come first, of course.
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