He needed to act fast. These wolf packs would never properly recover after losing so many members; it pained Jack to even contemplate the idea, but he had no choice but to write them off. If the hotheads he was trying to keep from getting killed would only just stop slaughtering everything that moved, and try to instead, simple STOP the poor beasts, so that he could help them--- But fools are just that--
[expletive deleted] fools.
There was a roar, a sudden crash, and the sound of lots of yelling. His attention was once again centered on the here-and-now. A large she-bear had barreled through the Tinman and the poorly dressed young lady, (really, she needs to get some [expletive deleted] clothes on, before she gets ticks on her [expletive deleted]-- He thought to himself) knocking the irritating jerk into the front of the boarding house-- from the sound of crashing furniture and door slamming, and sending the girl scooting across the ground.
That one-- If I can't save the others, I can at least try to F#$%ing save that one. She's too big for these idiots to hack up, and if I do nothing, all of them will be hurt bad-- both them AND her--
He had never tried this like this before-- Only on more safe footing, with a single sick or wounded animal that needed nursing or tending to, and needed its head put straight. He wasn't even sure it would work right.
Huffing in a deep breath and holding it, before letting it out again, he locked the gaze of his eye with one of the bear's, drawing her attention as she stumbled to her feet after completing her rolling charge, and colliding with that half-naked girl in the iron bikini and miniskirt. The moment her gaze locked with his, he did his thing.
He himself did not even rightly understand how, why, or even how it was possible this worked, only that it did. It had slowly grown over years of being alone in the woods, caring for wounded animals, and sewing seeds of plants and trees after fires, floods, or storms. Over the years, his ability to "Simply know" what was going on inside such a critter, after locking eyes like that, and even share what was going on inside him back at them, had slowly grown over countless episodes of caring for sick and wounded beasts.
That's exactly what he was doing right now--
He carefully calmed the maelstrom of thoughts, plans, worries, doubts, and considerations that always whirled around inside a human mind (as they were frightening to animals, who were not used to such complex tapestries of complex reason and thought) and assumed a more simple mind. A mind dominated by only a handful of pure, genuine emotions, wants, needs, and intents, then made the connection.
She was filled with an unnatural rage, and an overriding drive she herself did not understand, to run into the village and tear things up. Her head was filled with unbearable, throbbing, aching pain-- and the whole of it blasted through him like a hot wind before a forest fire.
He countered, wrapping his own feelings and emotions around hers like a soothing blanket of fresh smelling fallen leaves and soft green grass. He wanted to help her-- She would be safe, if she stopped fighting. That there was neither food here, nor territory, nor did she have any cubs here-- there was no reason to fight here, only danger and death if she stayed.
There was a change-- a sudden confusion, followed by wracking pain in her head, as his thoughts mingled with hers. She had some kind of sickness, causing her pain, which she did not understand, and could find no relief from. It clawed at her from the inside, but the truth he was sharing was undeniable. There was no reason to be fighting here.
The connection started to fade, but he tried harder, forcing it back open, before the fatigue of the exchange could overtake him.
He bundled up every bit of love he had for nature, its creatures, and his desire to do anything she needed done; to help her in any and all ways, until she was better. It wasn't elegant-- time was fleeting, and the din of battle was starting to force its way back into his ears, but he sent the message. He wasn't sure if it was simple enough for her to comprehend; complex textures of reason, emotion, and drive were... ambiguous.. and hard for them to interpret. Effective communication was simple and clear, but he did not have time to explain everything-- Only that he would help her, and keep her safe, protected, and help her with anything she suffered from-- he would fight hard to keep her safe-- she just needed to get clear from battle, and come be with him.
The connection faded, and his head reeled as his thoughts snapped back into a human-like shape with vengeance. He sat on the ground, with ringing ears and the after-sensations of the bear's headache reverberating in his skull, panting hard. It was very strenuous to do.
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One Eye'd Jack performs Animal Empathy 2x on the bear. (60sta, 2AP)
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