07-01-2013, 09:18 AM
Jack has his own malodorous aura that hangs about him. Maybe their scents begin to clash and war. More likely they commingle and put off a few patrons from making their way into the bar as the sun falls from the sky.
The man speaks, and the Bone Gnawer's eyes begin to relax before he even gets to the word 'Rat'. Like someone with a pair enough to talk to him deserves to be rewarded for their effort, he doesn't try to lord that presence over another living being. Not one that so far hasn't meant him any harm. His just-as-savage will subdues the sharp and clawing edges of his soul to an extent by the time the important part comes out.
Jack kicks up off the building front and lets his arms drop to his sides. The bulldog-built Garou turns toward him, his round and grisly face breaking into a toothy grimace of a grin. The bunching of stubbled cheeks make his eyes seem to narrow like this might turn into an interrogation.
"Yeah. This a family reunion?" No, not an interrogation. His tone (friendly, despite the Rabid honorific prefix to the name Jack stitched onto a patch of his leather vest) clarifies what his ill-favored visage simply cannot. "Ain't seen you before. But we's kinda new in town."
The man speaks, and the Bone Gnawer's eyes begin to relax before he even gets to the word 'Rat'. Like someone with a pair enough to talk to him deserves to be rewarded for their effort, he doesn't try to lord that presence over another living being. Not one that so far hasn't meant him any harm. His just-as-savage will subdues the sharp and clawing edges of his soul to an extent by the time the important part comes out.
Jack kicks up off the building front and lets his arms drop to his sides. The bulldog-built Garou turns toward him, his round and grisly face breaking into a toothy grimace of a grin. The bunching of stubbled cheeks make his eyes seem to narrow like this might turn into an interrogation.
"Yeah. This a family reunion?" No, not an interrogation. His tone (friendly, despite the Rabid honorific prefix to the name Jack stitched onto a patch of his leather vest) clarifies what his ill-favored visage simply cannot. "Ain't seen you before. But we's kinda new in town."