It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine
or is it? That's the bliss I desire.
Jackal would comply to Gilbard's probing and testing, he'd lay down in the bed next to the Bazil's own, being inserted with a series of tubes and needles, being used to pretty much extract his blood.
"If I was fully a Lesser Mink... It might've been diluted. Mink's are incredibly sensitive to chemicals on a biological level I was told. That's why I stay away from alcohol... Goes straight to my head." Jackal stated.
"However, your right... The chances of the cure still being in my blood stream is slim. However, I have a feeling fate's on our side." Jackal concluded. The procedure went on for hours, Jackal was beginning to feel light headed from all of the blood that was being drained from his body, to the point that he'd began to take on a slight fever and sweat profusely. However, what truly made him ponder was the fact that Gilbard hadn't responded to his invitation, and justly so. Jackal would've found it weird if he'd just went along with the flow, as that wasn't in Jackal's books for his personality type at all.
"Ah... I remember... feeling this same sensation... ages ago." Jackal thought, trailing off into daydream.
"I don't want to be a solider! I don't want to be a musketeer anymore! I suck!" Jackal shouted, recollecting on a ten year old version of himself. The sound of Jackal's father slapping him across his face with his paw echoed among the other parents among the training camp for young Minks.
"Do you understand who you are!? You are a descendant of the proud Jackal Clan! I won't have my pup be barking such foolishness!" Jackal's father commanded.
"Fine! I guess I won't be your son anymore! I'm sick of this place anyway!" Jackal belted out, tears in his eyes, running away from the Camp's facilities into the forest. A concerned parent inquired,
"Becko. Was that necessary?" the parent asked with a perplexed look on his face.
"If he can't toughen up now... His life will be much harder. Our life here on Zou isn't the only reality we are faced with... Especially with Slave Traders always on the prowl." Becko said scowling. Jackal would run for hours, digging deeper and deeper into the Night Side Turf. Since it was morning out, this was Jackal's happy place to think, he wouldn't be interrupted by his peers from the Morning Side of Zou and they'd be no one virtually around since it was restricted to his faction. Crying by the roots of a gigantic tree, a fox Mink descended from the tree's peak, landing right in front of Jackal.
"Hey brat. Why are you keeping so much noise sniffling? I'm trying to sleep... my ears are pretty sensitive." Jewels barked. Jewels was a Fox Mink who served under the Night Side's King at the time, who'd always keep her identity concealed behind a purple scarf, which she'd fashion around her face. Ceasing his sniffling,
"I'm sorry... I guess I'll just leave now." Jackal said, picking up to his feet and staggering away with no fight challenging the Minks' words. Bouncing off the ground from her position, Jewels would jump kick Jackal in his back sending him flying into the ground.
"I never told you to leave... Jeez. Such a touchy brat." Jewels scoffed, now standing on the back of Jackal.
"What's the deal anyway... Why are you crying kid?" Jewels inquired. Breathing heavily, Jackal's vision became blurry,
"I... just... not... feeling so hot today." Jackal exclaimed, huffing and puffing as his fur and body were burning up in temperature. Jewels would place her hand on the Mink's forehead,
"Ah. You have a fever?" Jewels inquired. Jackal basked in the sensation of the woman's embrace, before passing out, Jackal would sniffle.
"I wonder if this is what a mother's touch feels like." Jackal murmured before falling asleep.
Jewels would breakdown into tears shortly after, hoisting the Mink child over her shoulders. Wiping her tears, she'd began to travel towards the Morning Side, only to intercept a panicked Becko, who'd been scouring the woods for his son. Becko and Jewels eyes made eye-contact, and without any exchange of words, the woman would gently handover Jackal to Becko.
"That's it... your not going to tell him anything Jewels... or say anything to me?" Becko inquired, as the female Mink turned her back to walk away. Chuckling,
"All these years later and you still haven't changed... How do you know that I haven't told him who I am? And I have nothing to say to a man who can't even notice his own pup has a fever." Jewels scoffed.
"It's because I know you better than anyone else, Jewels. This same pup has grown up with no mama to lick his wounds. I have to make him tough. I'd hope you'd understand that!" Becko shouted, as Jewels walked away saying nothing more, but her eyes were filled with tears and her voice choked in emotion, hiding it from Becko.
"He's so beautiful... but... because of my family's... transgressions- I made him half human. My blood... Not yours. Now your family won't ever have an heir.... I can't bare anymore children. You should find yourself another Mink-" Jewels stated, in a harsh manner before being barked at by Becko.
"SHUT UP WITH THAT FOOLISH TALK JUJU! I DON'T LOVE ANYONE ELSE BUT YOU JEWELS! JACKAL IS OUR SON! I'M PROUD OF HIM. NO MATTER WHAT GENETICS HE HAS." Becko shouted, curdling his son closely.
Trailing back to the present,
"Why was that sensation... so familiar?" Jackal pondered, as Gilbard's hand rested upon his forehead, checking his temperature.
"I always wonder... What my dad and Jewels argued about that day... Everything they said was so blurry." Jackal thought, staring at the ceiling of the two story room.
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