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I just have to say, your Jacob is truly amazing. Your style echoes game Jacob so perfectly that in reading your reply to thcbaptist, it brought to mind Jacob's voice saying 'cull the herd'. It is an absolute delight to have you on my dash. 💙 (deputymercy)

ooc . i legitimately do not know what to do with myself when i get asks like this agkahgh thank you so so much you are WAY TOO KIND . also to have such a great john @thcbaptist​ ??? to respond to helps so much . jacob is so new to me and his voice is much more difficult to play he’s bonkers but like ..quiet bonkers . LOL . so honestly oh my god thank you again so much for this i’m still feeling him out and this means sO SO much to me . 

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❛  you know he won’t shut the hell up about it .  ❛  the solider stood , brow raised .  though while speaking with the younger brother , tone was less severe  (  however irritation still crept in  )  some aimed toward the peaceful apostle but most was of course reserved for the youngest  (  the baptist  )  .  ❛  annoying fuckin' yammering but it does hold truth , brother . you need to shore up your defenses . this war is comin’ paul and yeah yeah you’ve heard it before ? but it don't make it any less real . let me help build up your place . the falls right ?  ❛

eyes scan the horizon , the falls were of course beautiful . the younger brother chose well but there were many varying factors here . places to hide  (  snipe from  )  brush / foliage even from within the falls themselves , there had been many advantages for the resistance , the other side to gain a foothold .

❛ desperate people do desperate things , they don’t give a shit that you’re on the fence . they don’t give a shit that you don’t wanna join the goddamn fight paul , only thing they care about ? is that last name you got .  ❛  concern laced gruff tone .  ❛ and to be honest i’m tired’a hearin’ it from john about how you need help , so just lemmie help if only to shut his trap up .  ‘ finally blue eyes , those seed blue eyes turn and focus solely on younger brother .  ❛  damn if you’re not as stubborn as joe sometimes .  ❛  a chuckle , brief shake of head . the job was to protect , the shield and he would die doing so if so the other brothers could live .

@peacefulapostle

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ooc . ok i know i did this a while ago but starter call ! it’s gonna be slow !! but i have jacob muse for now . ilu guys . ive got something drafted with @feralseed but i think that’s about it . 

[whitetail-wheaty]

Linny Steele and Wheaty Rowe as new Heralds

So I had some little chatting with @takenbythebliss and @judges75 and it was just minor stuff, but it really kicked in my inspiration for this. I had to draw that idea. 

Because Linny’s mun found out that there are some early interview-bits about Linny having a connection to Faith/becoming Faith and fox said in that little AU we write about, where Jacob takes a young Wheaty in, that Wheaty would become Jacob’s successor after his death. 

So here we are. They’d be badass as young Heralds of the Henbane River and Whitetail Mountains.

Used a bunch of references because those poses were hard as hell.

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whitetail-wheaty‌:

Wheaty’s eyes were glued to the marred and scarred face of Jacob and the tuft of red hair that slightly swung with every step the man was taking. He had ´to almost run to keep up with him.

“Eli wanted to place cameras all over the Whitetails…”

That was all Wheaty had known. Not much. Eli had showed him one of the cameras, joked a bit with him, and there had been a map. But the boy had been too engrossed with testing out the technology and watching himself in a small monitor. Before he could add that, though, there was something else pulling at his attention.  A wolf. Dark and large and with horribly clear eyes. Wheaty had never ever seen an animal as unreal and as beautiful as this one. The sheer size of it, though, brought him to step back. It looked dangerous.

Old Mad Seed.

He might have giggled at that name on any other day, like a typical elementary school kid. Such a name. Along with Jacob stating his father had been a dog. Wheaty was yet to learn properly about all sarcasm and dark humour. To him it was just a silly statement – the underlying cruel story lost to him. But he didn’t laugh. Laughter seemed to be snuffed out in Jacob’s presence. There was just a questioning look up to the soldier. Knit together eyebrows, as if Wheaty tried to understand.

Though only a few seconds later, he had to step back, an arm pressed against his mouth and nose, sneezing and then taking another step back. Almost hiding behind Jacob – at least making Jacob stand between himself and that dark wolf. There wasn’t only the slight unease and fear he felt when looking at that animal, there also was something blatantly simple and completely unfitting for being here.

“I… I don’t have my medicine with me… for my allergies. Your dogs- or wolves- they have fur.”

He sounded almost apologetic, before snuffling. Dogs weren’t as bad as cats. But still, fur was fur. As long as he kept his distance to the animals, though, it was alright… mostly. His parents had taught him early on. Animals wanted their own space anyway… right?  Fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie, Wheaty tried to keep an eye on the black wolf, nervously also glancing to all the other canines around them.

“…why do you have so many? They shouldn’t be locked up. They don’t like that…”

❛  is that right . camera's huh , hidden in my woods . yeah , yeah i wouldn't mind helpin' eli with that . you remember where he was supposed to start this project ?  ❛  the tone was even , it held a thread of almost unrecognizable anger . just at the gall of the mountain coward . however mostly , the herald sounded amused . was this the big plan ? cameras ? there was no hiding from the chosen , they hunted openly in packs . the camera or the naked eye would see the same thing . an attack , then death . the so called militia could take all the time in the world to prepare and still they were slaughtered . outgunned outmanned outfuckingmatched . 

the boy had fear , normal . however the child then covered mouth and nose . a brow lifted , annoyed . allergies of all things . the open air should help some as the other took a step back and closer to the large herald , half blocking the view from the animal . eyes that glowed continue to stare back at the stranger . no hackles raise , not a sound made . there was no alarm , no word no gesture from jacob to attack , to become defensive so the beast merely sat and waited . a sneeze and the eldest seed sibling exhaled a breath .   ❛  i'll get you your medicine tomorrow .   ❛  it would help at least with the child running within the compound , the center . later , the boy would adapt , no longer be weak , if the allergies persisted well perhaps the boy wasn't the chosen one that jacob had earlier believed.  however there was another plan in place , the wolves of course not the only judge animal . 

❛  they won't be locked up for much longer . they'll be set into the mountains to hunt . free to find prey when they can .   ❛  words spoken almost absently before the mountain hrald moved once more .   ❛  heel .   ❛  clipped tone low . another location of the compound , there was less noise . an aviary , it was monstrous that housed several eagles , each that had a section . bald / golden raptors some awake , some resting . the first sizable cage was opened while a glove was placed onto right hand . immediately a massive female bald eagle came to rest , claws grip , clutch . digging into the heavy covering . beak opened wide , though no sound came out and clicked shut . the weight was at least thirteen pounds . when wings spread the span was larger than the boy was tall . about six feet in length . with a sound , tongue click and a light toss the bird flapped once , twice and easily became airborn , climbing higher moving toward the wooded area . 

❛  the lives of the few , wheaton , outweigh the lives of the many . right now it's hard for you to understand . right now you're lost in a sea of bullshit and blood . but soon your mind will catch up , you will grow and become better . a hunter as the rest of us are . them ? out there ? they don't know what's comin ' but we do . we need to be prepared . it's us or them , kill or be killed . repeat after me .  we are the hunters ..   ❛  a brief pause as from the sky a large badger was dropped onto the ground before the boy , sacrifice . hunt . kill .   ❛  .. they are the prey .   ❛  

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thcbaptist‌:

John was silent for a moment as his fingers ran carefully across the cold outer casings of the weapons. He knew some of them by sight by now, both from their time in Montana and from rubbing elbows with the wealthy but seedy underbelly of Atlanta. His eyes fell on a shotgun, he was sure his brother knew its make and model – but all he knew was it was one that he offered to many he had trained.

He gripped the hilt, picking it up to examine the polished features more closely. Last time he had seen one used, it had fascinated him - with one shot it had nearly blown a hole in the person; splashing spectator nearby with blood and sinew. It was not how he did business, no.  He usually preferred more up close, personal, and drawn out. He preferred to feel each painful gasp and plea of their enemies before they either confessed their sins — or succumbed to their injuries.

However, he knew the point of the weapons in front of him were not to torture - they were to kill before being killed.“ I like this one…” He commented,  probably sounding like a kid picking out a new puppy. At his response to his sarcastic quip, the younger brother made a show of rolling his eyes.

“ Hate to break it too you Jake, that may be genetic too.”

A playful smirk crossed his lips before it evened out once again as he continued. No matter how long he had been reunited with his brothers, there were still times that something as trivial as making sure he could work a weapon would take him by surprise, that them watching out for him would surprise him - however, that never showed across his handsome features.

Burn it all to the ground, that was something he wanted to do to the whole county - watch the fire lick it all away to a new world that could be built from its ashes. “ Like they have not toyed with us?” The truth was, he wasn’t sure what was holding him back.“ They think they are in the right, but we are not the only ones with blood on our hands.” He said with an even tone, a vein that pulsed in his temple the only hint of the anger that was often hidden just beneath the surface.

“ Do you think Joseph would approve of me leveling the valley?” He asked after a few moments had passed. He had to love them, that was what his brother had told him - the problem was? his capacity for love, empathy, the sympathy of the common man had been damaged if not destroyed completely before he completely understood the words.

at the favored weapon a hand raised and fingers flipped absently in a  (  take it then  )  gesture .   ❛  as long as you know how to use it , it's your john .   ❛  tone remained neutral , never condescending , the elder brother was here to teach . to protect . to arm . the youngest brother , the baptist was a force to be reckoned with so much was true , however now given a weapon ? taught to wield it properly ? the other would outlive the mountain herald , that much was sure . 

jake , the nickname not heard in years . no one other than the youngest sibling dared called him anything but jacob  (  herald jacob within the ranks  )  however the reply earned another chuckle and a shake of his head .   ❛  suppose that's right .   ❛  

looking away a hand comes up once more , dismissively .   ❛  don't matter , john . don't matter who started what at this point , they aim to finish it . we won't let them , this is why i'm here . security over sanctity . joe said to save all you can well i don't think you can save those people down in that town , they don't give a damn about us . about the great cause .   ❛  the last few words spoken with mild sarcasm .  (  the voice didn't matter what mattered was family was purpose  )   ❛  right now ? it's kill or be killed .   ❛  two fingers stabbed heavily against the tabletop , impressing the words through action .   ❛  we need to strike first and strike hard . if you're afraid of joe , lemmie handle him . don't fuck around with those people too much longer john , wipe them off the goddamn map .   ❛  hand patted front pocket after the little speech , searching for something .

a small makeshift box was pulled out , it carried hand rolled cigarettes and one calloused war torn hand cupped the lighter as it lit the smoke . a deep intake of breath before expelling the toxic smog , one eye closed as he pointed toward the youngest , the cigarette between two fingers .   ❛  if you ask me , brother i think you're pride is getting in the way of killin' em .   ❛  another light jab though this one carried a bit more weight . concern  (  near downright fear  )  of the youngest losing control , losing sight of the long term project ate at the elder brother . right now , jacob was trying to get his attention .

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iscariotsdeputy‌:

    Peaches remembered. Sometimes. Sometimes he remembered that old name. Weird dreams where he was surrounded by people, all saying things he barely understood, but he could pick out a name. Staci. It rang a bell for him, but the bell grown rusted and broken over time. No longer could it ring, no longer could it produce a brassy tone that resonated with the past. He didn’t need to know names. He was lucky that Jacob graced him with even Peaches. The only names Peaches needed to know were the names of the wolves and Jacob’s own. That’s all that mattered.

    Darwin was well on its way to becoming a Judge. An honorable name to be worn and used. Something with grace and meaning. Something that was filled with instinct and strength. Born with pride, it was sure to become one of the Mountains’ greatest Hunters. 

    When the sharp whistle shot through the air, Peaches dashed to Jacob’s side just like the rest of the pack did. They all followed Jacob, their focused placed upon him and only him. They listened to only his words, and dear lord, did Peaches listen to what Jacob had to say. Peaches was ready? He was almost ready for the next level! He was getting stronger! He was making progress! He was going to go to Fall’s End! He was going to go to Fall’s End and kill the sinners who had been thorns in John’s side!

    Wait. But…But the Ryes were there. Kim and Nick. Mary May Fairgrave too. And Jerome. Wait. No. Why did Peaches know their names? Why did he remember them? Why were they important? They weren’t important. But they were. They were important because Peaches remembered them. Why was Peaches remembering them?! 

    With a hand pressed to his forehead, trying to quell his growing headache, Peaches traveled slowly, falling behind a few of the pups now. The lost Deputy’s voice rose up from the deafening silence of the Judges and other wolves. “Fall’s End? Thats…Baptist’s land. Does he…want us to fight there? The Baptist needs your assistance? Have they atoned? The others? The sinners? The Baptist said he would cleanse them. Are they beyond cleansing? Is that why we have to go fight? Did they…beat the Baptist?”

it was that specific reaction that the eldest brother was looking for  (  confusion  )  it was clear , after the elation of being chosen specifically for an important ask that the former deputy had become conflicted . there was still work to do . listening to the quick breathless words of the other , the lesser it was almost with a look of contained amusement .   ❛  i see you , peaches . i see what you're doing .   ❛  and now a smile , small and concealed mostly by the unkempt beard . the rifled had moved , hanging by a closed fist by left thigh . whether conscious or not , the phrasing was meant to ignite temper . a jab at the youngest brother to elicit anger , really the only payback that was able to be inflicted upon the mountain herald . 

an exhale of breath through flared nostrils .   ❛  you might think ..   ❛  fingers cut across his own throat as eyes slide to the waiting black wolf . immediately it struck , white fangs bared , salivating as teeth sink into the throat of peaches the omega . peaches the weak . the hulking beast tried to pin the deputy down into the dirt .   ❛  .. that i'm angry ? at you because you made that comment about the baptist . i'm not , i need you to understand that , peaches . no , i'm angry because you made it at all . that you still feel as though you can open your fuckin' mouth about any of my siblings . or really , anything i do in general .   ❛  crouching down now , rifle still in hand , the butt now resting beside the head of the deputy .

❛   but to even imply that those cowards would be able to come close to beating anyone in my family ? after all i’ve done to shore up the defenses , to train them to offer them my people ? well that’s mighty offensive , dog . ain’t it . i mean shit ..   ❛   a chuckle  (  hardly lighthearted oh no it sounded like death itself  )  as the mountain herald stood to full height , eyes surveying the horizon almost absently .  ❛   ...you are nothing to us , to me , to anyone really . ain’t that right ?  ‘  the wolf had been ordered to move , jaws prying away from exposed throat only to be replaced by the butt of the weapon . pressing down . harder , harder still . applying a good amount of force . ❛   seems to me you haven’t learned a damn thing yet . suppose that’s my fault for allowing you any kinda freedom at all . another week in the cage . no food , no water you know the drill . how’s that sound hm ?   ❛  

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whitetail-wheaty‌:

What choice did he have?

None.

Simple as that. Even a child as young as Wheaty understood that clearly. The shock and sadness rendered him unable to react in any way other than the silent sobbing and slight shaking of his head. He had nothing to prove or disprove what Jacob was saying – he only had his word. An adult’s word and Wheaty was still at an age where that was like the pure truth.

The mention of the Collapse still didn’t make sense to him, he didn’t know what that was. But it sounded important… Wheaty didn’t dare to ask, though. And as Jacob knelt down again, his first reaction was to take half a step back. Careful, wary, frightened. But listening.

He really knew, he had no choice.

And that low, almost gentle voice of Jacob, his way to speak and act, his movements… it had the effects the mountain Herald wished for. A child’s mind was fragile, but also easy. They all needed someone to guide them. And now Jacob was offering just that.

Wheaty blinded at the hand, before slowly laying his own smaller one in it, feeling the calloused scarred skin wrap around his fingers. His father had had similar hands… it was a strange comfort as Wheaty thought about that and walked along Jacob. Following him and looking up to him.

He didn’t even mind their surroundings.

Cages, wolves, scared hunters who stepped aside with a bowed down head, even the faint cries of someone who must have opposed Jacob… it was an easy thing for the young boy to turn a blind eye and deaf ear to that. He only had eyes and ears for Jacob now.

“… what do we have to do?”

Picking up on the man’s last remark, Wheaty’s dark eyes had almost dried, just a red rim remaining, along with damp cheeks. His brain pushing the thoughts about his parents aside, burying them to cope in some way. It was like peek-a-boo… if he didn’t think about it, it wasn’t there. There only was the little pieces and shards Wheaty now had of his previous life – also with the Whitetails.

“…will we help Eli with the cameras?”

structure , it was what the mind of a distressed child needed . it was what the mountain herald would offer .  gait shifted to a slower pace to allow the boy to keep up , however it was still brisk .  (  don't lag behind  )  capturing the child was part of a larger long term plan . taking apart eli palmer piece by piece . they had been friends once and a hand had been offered , a deal to be struck and instead of a peaceful accord , the whitetail militia was created . a group of wayward fools led by a coward . the boy would be used as a weapon against the other . raised to fight , to kill , to cull the weak . 

hunters move about , head ducking as the herald moved with the boy in tow . respectful actions ignored when brow raised toward the child . the question was not yet answered . neither was . outside now in the compound , wolves frothing at the mouth as some gnaw on the steel bars that caged them . others remain more complacent . pacing . drooling . most starving , waiting for the next meal . it would come soon . more of the resistance had been caught . they will be sacrificed to the beasts . a few moments had passed and finally the eldest spoke .  ❛  help eli with the cameras , what did he want us to do - ?  ❛  the question was posed innocently enough , soon the well that held eli would be poisoned , soon jacob would foul the thoughts of the boy when it came to that specific rabbit . but not now . not yet . 

one beast was out of the cage it bore no mark , no red painted cross no clipped tail . it padded up to the pair coat black as pitch with eyes as blue as the seed brothers themselves . the wolf did not pant , did not bark or snarl . it sat , unmoving , it stared at the boy . sizing the child up it seemed , with eyes all too human .  ❛  he doesn't have a name .  ❛  jacob had paused in step .  ❛  not to everyone here , not to them . to me ? i call him old mad seed . just between us .  ❛  while the eldest brother spoke , eyes remain on the creature .  ❛  named him after my father , who was also a fuckin' dog . trained this one not to speak , only obey .  ❛  leashed , impotent . what the eldest wished the abusive asshole had been back then . a way to take control of an aspect of the past that brought so much grief .

the other beasts , the ones caged had stopped moving once the black wolf had arrived . some still gnawed at the bars that held them but most remained quiet . no more howling , no more baying or snarling .  eyes shift from the canid toward the young boy , there was a reaction though it was hardly expected .

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the room itself was caustic , the entire feel of it corrosive to the senses , the mind . the thick scent of metal / copper was heavy in the air . suffocating and yet the eldest paid it no mind . it had taken some time before the youngest  (  the crowned baptist  )  had managed to visit the herald of the mountains but all siblings had been busier than usual . faith was now dealing with this so called savior  (  the deputy  )  and the solider had been shoring up defenses . including in said tasks was making sure the youngest brother was able to defend himself if anything should happen . 

arms folded neatly across barrel chest , standing a foot or two behind the youngest as the weapons were laid bare , some of the best . the strongest . would tear through flesh and bone quite easily , if one knew how to aim properly . shoot with a steady hand .  (  was that john ?  )  a chuckle at the sarcastic comment , a dry rasp of a sound .

❛  naw john figured they just taught you how to be a smug bastard , that's all .   ❛  tone remained lighthearted , playful almost . just banter between brothers .   ❛  joe wanted me to make sure you know how to work one of these things . send you to training before you head back to the valley . this deputy has been fuckin' around in our county and we need to be prepared .  ❛   there was a brief pause before continuing on .  ❛   you're playin' with falls end , messin ' with those people john , when you should just burn it all to the ground .   ❛  brow lifted as the eldest brother took a step closer , examining the table once more before eyes shift toward the herald of holland valley . 

while the soldier did love the youngest brother , there was concern for the erratic behavior on display when it came to the valley area . didn't bother him in the least , the torturous tactics used on the fools that dared go against the family , however it was the toying , the cat and mouse that jacob had felt was unnecessary and drawn out . the little boy that once was , that carried kindness in blue eyes had died long ago , the sadism the violence that came from the newly risen john seed was testament to that .

ft . @thcbaptist , continued from here . 

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judges75‌:

the situation so far was well in hand , the whitetail militia had been drastically declining in numbers , due in part to the depletion in supplies .  (  medical / food had been diverted and reclaimed via john seed and the valley  )  war was inevitable , true however it would be a swift victory if this path continued . eli was a fool to think the resistance could last much longer and the tenacity of their weakening gang was simply annoying at this point . a waste of resources , ammo .  (  choke of the head of the snake and the body dies  )

the local law enforcement was a bother  (  like a buzzing gnat and nothing more  )  but mostly  complacent and oftentimes would look the other way while underhanded dealings were conducted . greed was a powerful motivator , greased palms could get you everywhere . only the weak sought out money , what good would that do in a devastated future ? this herd mentality that wealthy was better , wealthy was all . sickening .

the soldier stood by the gate as it opened , john the baptist had requested time spent in the whitetail mountains  (  reason unknown , jacob did not question over the radio  )  .  legs spread apart , arms folded across barrel chest as the convoy entered , gate again secured . a creature sat next to the eldest brother . shaggy white coat marred with red paint  (  a cross shape over forehead and down muzzle  )  eyes were gray , milky . it sat quietly as the baptist exited the large suv . shifting weight jacob moved closer , arms outstretched as they touched shoulders , head bowed . their foreheads touched in greeting . it had been a week or so since the brothers had time to meet up .

❛  what brings ya here , john . been a while since we’ve spoken .  ❜  the wolf kept still , stoic while it eyed the exchange . unmoving , a good boy . there were a few things the eldest wanted to speak with john about .  (  the falls end situation and the taunting of it  )

@johntherevelatxr .

“I wanted to see how you work up here, Jacob,” he says simply and looks around.  It is a far cry from an environment that John would find himself comfortable in. It is dirty. Mud, dirt, rust, dog hair, wolves are everywhere. Blood. The blood he is used to but not in such…disarray and he can find blood on countless surfaces around here.  “You have quite the aesthetic going on here, Jacob,” he remarks on it. “Very hopeless and grungy looking. Really hit the nail on the head if that is the look you were going for.”  John smiles at his brother, trying to work his charms on him. “I feel like you’re down in the valley more than I am up here. Roads go both ways and so do planes.” 

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(  always hilarious , the youngest  )  or some people thought . a dry look ,  ‘  unlike you i don’t have much time to preen and strut around . i got shit to do , john .  ‘  brow lifted , any annoyance never went beyond anger . or even irritation , it was just banter .  ‘  but i mean if you’re offerin’ to come clean the place up then who am i to say no .  ‘  what could be considered the ghost of a smile crossed thin lips , a smirk . 

‘  i work just fine up here , and i hear you ain’t doin’ so bad in the valley . ‘cept you’re playin’ with those folks too much . don’t know why you just can’t crush ‘em .  ‘  a tsk , tongue clicked against teeth as the eldest brother began to walk , headed toward the cages . a crisp whistle and a monstrous judge padded over , fur as black as pitch with a large white cross painted across forehead and down muzzle . darwin . golden eyes regard the baptist with disinterest for a moment before trotting along the solider as he moved . 

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iscariotsdeputy‌:

    The gates opened up, practically the gates of hell. Staci– No. No. He had to listen to Jacob. Why did some part of him always fight back on that? Why did he not listen? It was Peaches. Jacob called him Peaches. A pitiful name for some pitiful beast in the Whitetails So, that was his name and he needed to listen…Peaches could hear the snapping. He knew the snaps perfectly. Before the weapon was handed over, he knew it. Rifle. Jacob wanted a rifle. And when it was handed over, he felt his heart leap up in pride. He got it right!

    With each step, Peaches felt pine needles, rocks, and sticks dig into his hands and feet, awkwardly changing his gait each time to avoid the debris from digging deeper into his skin. When Jacob stood still and pressed the button, Peaches sat right by him, listening to the Herald’s words. There was no hunting. Only killing. 

    They go for the belly, at times. The advice did not fall on deaf ears. Peaches would listen to him. He’d act as the pups did, learning strategies and listening to Jacob. The wolves killed their prey and the pups learned that strength, they strove to get stronger and kill more prey. That’s what Peaches had to do. He had to fight. He had to eat. He had to get stronger or else he’d be culled.

    As soon as the shot went off and Jacob’s order was registered, Peaches charged off into the dark woods. He heard the woman’s screams, only running faster and faster to slam into her side and tackle her to the ground. And Peaches heard her plead. He heard her cry and cry. She wanted help. She tried to shove him away, but only dulled nails and sharpened teeth bit and clawed into her.

    The screams got louder and louder and reached its climax before it cut off abruptly. Teeth at her throat. Holding her down and feeling the blood rush to the ground and how he pulled and pulled at her flesh. He chewed each fresh, bloody piece. The blood heavily stained his clothes and saturated the dry, barren ground. But he didn’t care. He kept digging and clawing and greedily shoving his food into his mouth. Never satisfied, but he was stronger. He was stronger. 

    When the rest of the Judges called out, Peaches stopped eating, and along with the rest of those beasts, a loud, collective howl cracked through the air. A warning to the rest of the weak hiding in their cages.

butt of the rifle was placed upon hip as the beast tore off toward the dying woman . watching with heavily lidded eyes there was no joy taken , just a casual interest . another experiment so to speak  (  emotional / of the mind  )  to see just how well the former deputy was trained . the name staci pratt was no longer used , it was dead . there was still the barest hint of hesitation , a flicker of something in those dark eyes  (  foolish  )  but it would soon be snuffed out . there was no worry , no concern and still the knife would be handed to peaches and still !! errant hair would be shaved off of exposed throat . 

the beast  (  pratt  )   fed , it would last a week or so before another gorge would be needed , the elder supposed . random chunks of flesh here and there would be fed to the now feral human . the animals , the pack worked together even with the dinner . cubs fed first , the weakest for now , had to grow stronger . then the alpha , the beta . the leader was clear , the wolf cub that had not been altered . tail in tact and the coat was as pitch as night , a white cross had been painted across forehead and down the muzzle . darwin  (  namesake charles darwin obviously  )  . patches of fur had been torn away , scars riddled the exposed flesh . 

there was a cacophony of sound . howling as the animals lift blood sodden muzzles to the sky , impassively the soldier watched . handing the rifle over to the nearest chosen there was a sharp whistle between teeth , calling the animals back . all of them , pratt included of course .  '  i think you're about ready for the next level , boy .  '  turning heavy boots are silent as they trod through rain laden earth .  '  see you got friends there in falls end that my brother is having trouble with . mary may , jerome and even the rye family . john likes fuckin' with 'em too much and it's gettin' out of control . now i don't wanna get involved more than i have to , so i'll be sending you soon . peaches . what you did to that girl just now ?  '  a jerk of a thumb over shoulder , without even looking back at the desecrated corpse .  '  ..well that's what you're gonna do to the others .  '   it was no question , there was no room for any negative response . oh no , this was the future . a few more days , a week or so locked in the cage . more training , culling . more classical conditioning and yes , yes former deputy staci pratt would be ready to slaughter those left standing in falls end .

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ooc . wow i have a BUNCH of new followers . welcome ! consider this a starter call , jacob is still hyper new to me and his voice isn’t quite there etc etc but im trying . also obvs my john will be more active because like , loud crazy is easier for me instead of just quiet crazy i guess ?? haha . anyway i’ll be slow with these !! if anyone wants one .

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whitetail-wheaty‌:

Wheaty only stopped and flinched as the knife was taken from him with ease – plunged into the floor. His eyes staring up at Jacob and only now realizing the dark red stain on the Herald’s shirt. And… instead of horror or fear or anger about what he had done – he felt nothing. Nothing in particular. Neutral about the damage he had done to this man.

Eli had said Jacob wasn’t a good man.

His own parents had said that, too.

And now… now this man said he was the only one he had left. And maybe he was right… because who else was here? Neither his parents, now Eli. Shouldn’t they come if they cared? Why weren’t his parents back already anyway? Why was there no one?

Was anger really all he had now?

It felt that way. It was, as if Jacob found the words to describe what happened to him. The oney Wheaty couldn’t pick out.

But the boy still was a boy raised by two rangers, taken in by Eli, having lived with the Whitetails for weeks now… that anger and shock couldn’t wipe that away. Jacob could plant a seed, but it had yet to grow into a sapling.

Wheaty felt lost as Jacob ordered him to not get himself together, as he just looked up that outstretched finger towards the giant man. Was this really all that he had now? But… why. It wasn’t fair.

The boy didn’t wail. He didn’t stomp and attack. He didn’t hit Jacob’s hand away and went to shove and hit at him. He just stood there, his own hands balled into tiny fists. He didn’t know what to do… and his eyes said that. He needed someone to help him, guide him. And he would do almost anything that someone told him now.

There only was silent crying, lower lip trembling, a faint whine and sob as tears rolled down his face and dripped off his chin. And it was oh so similar to another boy Jacob had seen crying that way a long time ago. The little John Seed had looked almost exactly like that. Same stance, helpless and lost and not understanding how the world could be so cruel. Still having that kindness and sweetness in his heart and eyes. But looking up to Jacob and silently asking why everything was so horrible, quietly crying after Old Mad Seed had beat the younger brother black and blue. After Jacob had failed to protect him.

already the boy was handling this much better than most children at this tender age . it was impressive  (  even to the soldier  )  though the eldest brother could read people , could understand them and the few times the boy had been around jacob sensed something different . a greater understanding , a strength . it was latent but there , it needed to be nurtured . eli would never do so correctly , while the man could find his way around a tool set easily enough there was no true resolve , no strength of character . not enough to corral this child , break and re-shape the young one into what would be a great soldier . a killer . a hunter .

the tears continued and jacob canted head slightly to the side , arms folded now across barrel chest , stance wide . the world was cruel , would always be cruel and it was up to those that could stand up to the beatings , the mauling , the killings to survive .   ❛  under eli , you would not last the collapse , wheaton .   ❜  the collapse was a concept perhaps far above the reach of the child but heavy in tone , it held weight . 

however this was a tenuous grasp so far , one that could slip away . the boy could turn too much inward , mind could snap and then he would be fuckin useless . take apart and carefully put the pieces back together . carefully . again the mountain man hefted up the knees of his jeans and crouched down , once more eye to eye .   ❛  i chose you ,  i didn't want anyone else . just you , wheaton .  i chose you because i see strength in those eyes . i chose you to train , to perfect . you will be my soldier , son . you have a greater purpose , you are not weak . not like them .  ❜   last word spoken quietly , almost intimately as it was just the pair of them . the eldest brother was no bleeding heart , not toward anyone but the tears , the absolute devastation yes it did remind him of the youngest brother from so long ago . that kindness in young john seed had been snuffed out for good , no longer a man but a monster . loyal , faithful to family but a monster nevertheless . 

but there was still a kindness to wheaton and to a certain extent it needed to be cultivated , the kindness that extended to only jacob and joseph and faith and paul . to no one else would this boy be loyal to .  standing once more a hand extended , it was scarred yes but warm and accepting .   ❛  c'mon .   ❜  voice low , rasping and yet held no threat . a gentle order for the other to take his hand .   ❛  there’s still a lot we have’ta get done today . ❜

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your rules say i can't be mean but what if i really wanna be mean can you make an exception then

ooc .  uhhh none of those rules apply to you, you can do whatever you want because you’re an angel ???? 

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ooc . dash only for now . jacob seed from far cry 5 . heavy mature themes : blood torture gore foul language abuse . 18 + muse and mun and blog . low activity . written by fox he / him . 

basic rules : 

don’t be mean . drama free blog . if you don’t have your age listed as 18 + on your blog i won’t follow back  (  sorry :(  )  . i don’t care about formatting you do you bro . i don’t condone what jacob does , he’s an ass and will act accordingly to your muse . he don’t give a shit man . 

that’s all for now , thanks for reading . :)

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whitetail-wheaty‌:

All the self-confidence quickly cracked and crumbled when Jacob crouched down and suddenly held his hands in place. Wheaty didn’t even really dare to breathe, his yell long died down as he was so close to the Herald now. His eyes were like the ice on the frozen Silver lake, his hair he opposite and his words so calm and silent as if he was also the force that pulled you down beneath the water’s surface. Making Wheaty hold completely still and soak up every last word, only then realizing how big Jacob was. Like a resting mountain, like a wolf waiting to attack.

But when Jacob told him what happened to his parents, it was as if he actually had thrown him off a cliff. That twisting and tight feeling deep in the pit of your guts. Pulling on him and tearing him out of his body. There were no tears at first. There only were his eyes widening and mouth slightly agape, trying to understand what he just had been told in passing. As if it was nothing important. 

But then Wheaty shook his head, slowly, eyes always staying on Jacob and filling with tears. 

“No…. no… you’re a liar…”

This couldn’t be. His parents were missing. They were only missing. They couldn’t be dead… Wheaty knew what dead meant. He had seen dead animals. They weren’t here anymore. Not really. They didn’t move and didn’t feel and didn’t… well, they weren’t anymore. Killed. Like the animals that got hunted. With their open maws and dull eyes and flies sitting on their bodies. His Nimaamaa and Nindede couldn’t be like this… 

“Liar… liar! Liar!”

That fire Jacob had apparently missed got ignited, the spark coming from Jacob himself, and as Wheaty wasn’t held anymore, he could react however he wanted. In all his desperate anger - he didn’t want to believe this man! He didn’t want to hear that! He wasn’t weak! And his parents weren’t dead… no. No, no, no… he was lying! The child couldn’t control his own emotions, swamped by them, not knowing how to handle this along with Jacob saying it all so completely calm. The shock and disbelief quickly turning into pure ire because of that. He had never been that upset and angry. He just wanted to… to make the whole world hurt, because he felt the same way…

“LIAR!”

Pulling the knife back again, Wheaty just tried to get more force into his attack - aiming for exactly that spot Jacob had guided the tip of the blade to. Right at his chest. He didn’t even know what would happen if he managed to stab Jacob, he didn’t think about it. But he was attacking him - an attack that would quickly turn into thrown little fists, kicking boots, scratching fingernails and biting baby teeth. 

no response to the tiny wailing , the cries that sounded oh so familiar . wanted to make the world hurt ? how fitting . that was something the pair had in common . there was no response to the elder brother being a liar , because of the fear the rage shown they both knew that to be untrue . crisp , blue eyes watched the other with interest . not curious but watchful , this response was expected . a child tossed into this hurricane , this whirlwind of emotional and physical turmoil the boy could only take so much . so there was some leeway granted . 

then a shift in the air , something ferocious as the weapon was handled somewhat better . still , eyes never left the boy as the knife is plunged forward . it sunk into chest , the herald of the mountains did not move , did not flinch and while the blade managed to penetrate cloth and skin it merely broke the surface . while spite and anger fueled the boy , there was no strength behind the attack , physical strength . 

blood began to seep out from around the tip , soaking in fatigues until a large hand comes up and wrenches away the weapon . flipping it over in his palm the blade was sunk into the wooden boards beneath them several inches . all the while eyes never leave the young pup . 

'  use it boy , use that anger . never forget it , hold it inside of you .  '  the soldier urged .  '  it's what makes you strong , what protects you from this fuckin' world . you don't need them , you don't need anyone but me . i'm all you got left , pup . i'm all you have in this shit hole and i'll raise you right . i'll make you strong , the others were too weak .  '  standing once more , the beast loomed over the boy . chin raised , ice blue eyes regarding the boy . 

' you get your anger , boy . you get it but not for long . pick yourself up , this is your fuckin' reality now . do you understand ? what happened , happened . can't change shit . but you can move forward , learn from this . understand  that beneath me ? ain't no one gonna take nothing away from you again .  '  a thick finger moves out and down , pointing toward the other . it was calloused , the skin ruined long ago . never properly taken care of . rough on the outside as on the inside .  

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watching the boy stumble , everything was taken into account . it was a rough smack against the wall and yet with quick reflexes the boy saved a broken nose . buffering with little arms . it was a solid hit and yet reflexes were quick , acceptable . studying the young one ( mannerisms stance attitude ) it all spoke of something better , something more this child could become . it was rare when jacob seed second guessed any decision and this time was no different . ( he was right to collect the boy )

still , there were certainly points that needed polish ( stubborn foolish false bravado ) and they would be taken care of . sluiced out leaving behind the more desirable aspects . on the move, the stance ( for a child ) was alright , if a bit clunky . however the action was horrific , all emotion and no thought . a child throwing a tantrum , clearly and yet the herald did not move . the knife was far too large for the small body but it was held over head . a charge , a howl ( the little beast ) it was all for show . the boy stopped before him , the knife pointed directly at chest though of course the height difference made it impossible to actually reach .

and so the wolf crouched down before the other , slowly . in those dark eyes there was no fear , astonishing considering the circumstances . never breaking eye contact the solider eased a hand out , tentative . careful . large palm wrapping around the tiny hand , engulfing it as knife hilt and hand is gripped . the tip of the blade is pressed against barrel chest , silence for a few moments before the soldier spoke . it was so rare when the eldest brother got on eye level with anyone , let alone a child .

' if you pull a weapon on someone , you gotta have that fire in your eyes , boy . that willingness to kill , to protect what you give a shit about the most . you don't have that , you're weak . now that's not your fault , it lands solely on those that have been raisin ' you . your parents are dead , killed because those around were too weak to protect them . did anyone tell you that ? did you even know ? they didn't think you were strong enough to handle this information but you are . ' the hand held tighter to the boy , to the knife . keeping the point flush up against chest .

' they don't trust you , they don't see the real you . the true warrior . but i do , my family does . ' releasing the blade , allowing the boy to do as he pleased . ' make your choice , strong or weak . what do you want , wheaton . '