The more he’s observing the male, and the more he’s certain that he knows exactly how to defend his ship. Probably Jovan shouldn’t sniff in the area, but he’s also quite eager to leave Sabaody as soon as he can. It’s been a while since he has been observing people from his cage, and it’s probably the first time in a long time he hears something which sounds familiar. The way that man is talking reminds him of his own region, before he had been caught and dragged to become someone’s pet. It’s perhaps in the way he rolls his R, or the rhythm of his voice, but it intrigues the wolf. His tail is slowly wagging behind his back, while he raises his nose up and hopes to scent more from the masked individual. His instincts are telling him to run away, but a part of him is aware of the risks he’ll have to take if he wants to remain free.
“I don’t fear pirates.” Jovan states, his attention brings on the flag of the ship. He heard about those infamous sea dogs for sure, mostly from the mouths of the Celestia Dragons, but he has never been concerned with their existence, only if they were bribed to catch him. Pirates are free by nature, and this is something Jovan envies. He clenches his fists, observing the blond. “I’m only looking to escape them before they find me.”
He moves his clawed fingers to pat his throat, the visible red marks of his explosive collar still present. He managed to escape because a certain white-haired man set him free and wouldn’t pay too much attention to the captain who would provide him a lift. Jovan looks aside, actions better than words as the man is asking how strong he is. He eventually spots a log of wood abandoned near the arbor, probably used to reinforce the masts of the ships. Jovan crosses the distance, and easily picks it up, using his claws to rip and break the massive log in two parts. Flexing his biceps, he throws one of the pieces miles away, the flying log damaging trees on its flight. Jovan turns around, eyebrows furrowed.
“Strong enough to do far worse to a human body.” He snarls sinisterly.
IT DOESN’T TAKE LONG for Killer to start putting the pieces together. A slave, of course it had to be a slave. Who else would escape Sabaody in such a rush when no admiral is on sight ? He isn’t the first one he has seen in the Archipelago in the few days they have been there, but surely he isn’t the only one. What good does it make to the crew to bring him aboard ? He’s only another mouth to feed.
However, his stance quickly changes as he quirks his eyebrow under his mask. He lightly tilts his head, observing the now torn down log on the ground and puts his arms akimbo, pondering for an instant about how he has committed such a feat. He is undoubtedly strong, a man who lets his actions speak for themselves is one that can easily bring Killer’s curiosity to the highest level. levels.
Killer usually wouldn’t allow anyone who would so desperately search for aid around his captain. If life has taught him anything, it surely is to not rely trust so easily. Everyone hides his intentions behind smiles and other gestures that may seem innocent. However, the prospect of another strong hand aboard seems interesting, even if it would be for a short while. He ponders the options for a second and finally turns back at the ship.
❝ Is this perhaps your last resort ? ❞ He asks, emotionless. ❝ Your little stunt proves it, I would’ve taken your word for it, but it does help judge your character. ❞ He turns on his heels to face him one more time. ❝ The name’s Killer. Care to give me yours? ❞
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