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Jamal stood from his crouched position, stretching a little to work out the kinks. At full height he stood as being five foot eight, a modest size, even with Adint standing a whole head taller. His ears twitched slightly when Terra called his name, grabbing his attention. He listened to her request and smiled. "Of course," he answered, inspecting the couch a moment to figure out how the seating might be arranged. In the end, he was standing behind the girl and had to carefully lower himself down behind her, his legs on either side of hers. Any other position would have required her to move and cause pain. Now seated, he accepted the disinfectant and began to survey Terra's back. He bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.
From just below her neck, down to the waist line there were literally dozens of bruises, ranging from soft purple to blues so deep that they were almost black. There were plenty of scrapes and gashes as well. No doubt caused from their thick boots. Underneath the layers of recent mutilation where also the pale streaks of previous scars. "How did you get these?" His voice was dangerously low, the kind of silent anger that was more frightening than if someone were to yell aloud. That was workable. White hot rage that was buried under a hushed voice, not so much. He had only felt like this once before, shortly after meeting Adint. The press had found out about his shelter system, gathered together a mob and burnt down the building in the middle of the night as all of its neko only inhabitants slept. They had made sure that no humans had been inside the building before doing so. Many of those he tended to back then were bed-stuck, too injured to stand, let alone run when the flames started to cook them. Many had died that night. Including his sister.
The next day, he returned to the burn site. No one was spared who hadn't been able to escape. In a wild rage, Jamal had become a dark predator. A calm, patient, intelligent killer who stalked the night. The survivors of the fire were eventually able to track him down and put an end to it all, but those had been very dark days.
Inwardly, now, sitting on the couch with Terra on his lap, he was surprised by just how much he had been reminded of his past by only a few scars.
From just below her neck, down to the waist line there were literally dozens of bruises, ranging from soft purple to blues so deep that they were almost black. There were plenty of scrapes and gashes as well. No doubt caused from their thick boots. Underneath the layers of recent mutilation where also the pale streaks of previous scars. "How did you get these?" His voice was dangerously low, the kind of silent anger that was more frightening than if someone were to yell aloud. That was workable. White hot rage that was buried under a hushed voice, not so much. He had only felt like this once before, shortly after meeting Adint. The press had found out about his shelter system, gathered together a mob and burnt down the building in the middle of the night as all of its neko only inhabitants slept. They had made sure that no humans had been inside the building before doing so. Many of those he tended to back then were bed-stuck, too injured to stand, let alone run when the flames started to cook them. Many had died that night. Including his sister.
The next day, he returned to the burn site. No one was spared who hadn't been able to escape. In a wild rage, Jamal had become a dark predator. A calm, patient, intelligent killer who stalked the night. The survivors of the fire were eventually able to track him down and put an end to it all, but those had been very dark days.
Inwardly, now, sitting on the couch with Terra on his lap, he was surprised by just how much he had been reminded of his past by only a few scars.