𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗 𝙎𝙚𝙚𝙙.

"There's no better use of my time; family first, always." He says it with such conviction, he was almost daring Joseph to defy him with this. The solider moves stiffly; old aches always pain him these days, he does little to hide that around Joseph though. There's a pretence +

There's a darkness within his gaze as he leans down and peers into the cage, not even fearing that she could reach out with those deadly nails of hers. "Is that really any way to talk to your host? I see your time in John's company has done little to dull that sharp tongue of +

"Poetic. But I'm not the devil you make me out to be. Though..." a small smirk. "If you need to blame someone to comfort you, then you can place that burden on my shoulders." If he was to learn of the truth one day, he wouldn't know if he believed it or not. Of course War +

There's few moments like this with Jacob. He tried. He tried not to let the savagery that claimed his heart also consume his passion for this one. This man. Not really his, he shouldn't have been. But he'd claimed him all the same much to the chagrin of Joseph. With what +

The 'myth' was nothing but a wild urban legend, much like the frickin' Yeti. No one had seen the wolf-man, and though Jacob was pretty sure he was high unexpectedly right now, his fight or flight kicks in; right now he wants to fight. He always wants to kick ass, to take down +

Well, yes. Though out of all of them, he's certainly the more sane—at least in his eyes. He holds no deep affection for her. He doesn't lust after her more than any red-blooded man. Valora was a useful tool, nothing more, nothing less. She'd helped him out with his Eli +

...What the fuck just happened? Had someone slipped some of the Bliss in his morning coffee? He's pretty sure this is one of Faith's illusions, but by God did it feel /real/. The handgun strapped to his thigh is quickly withdrawn. The Judge beside him lets out a fierce growl +

Lord give him fucking strength. "You were /there/—don't think you're special. You're a /tool/, nothing more." He can stand there all he wants trying to act tough...or cute...or whatever mood this is right now. "Are we going to continue having this hissy fit, or are you going +

He hates that title with a passion—he's no /Herald/. He doesn't even believe in God. Though he'd be damned if he said that to Joseph or John; his thoughts were his own, and he wasn't here because of the Religion. He was here to protect what was his—who was his. And if raising a +

There was more to training than just the handling of weapons, but it was a start. He certainly wanted Joseph to feel comfortable and confident handling them; the time would come when those that opposed them would rise up. The militia was growing with the knowledge of the Rook's +

"Nothing to say for yourself?" He tuts once more, bending down to scoop her lifeless body into his arms. Flinging her over his broad shoulder in a fireman carry, not really caring to be gentle, just to distribute her weight as it was a decent walk back to St. Francis'. Even +

Peace was relative...though one could argue that Whitetail Mountain was the most beautiful region of Hope County. Jacob was out with a Judge at heel—a majestic wolf, dark of fur and large. Larger than the average in the area. He was out hunting, taking a break from the Veteran +