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Although they had progressively changed with time, growing with him as he slowly turned from small and insecure leveret to full-fledged hare, his steps had always been familiar to him. Sometimes, he would detest them because they were weak; sometimes, he would thank them because they were fast. Regardless of the case, they were unmistakably his, and he knew all about them, for better or worse.
But he didn’t know whom those present steps belonged to. The weight of the life he had stubbornly chosen to lead that day of fifteen years ago, against all odds and his father’s wants, wasn’t burdening on him anymore. His legs, accustomed to move forward in spite of carrying it, were light now. So light he could hardly recognize them; so light it was almost unbearable.
“You’ll get a headache, if you keep frowning like that.” In some strange, perhaps a bit cruel, trick of events, the voice unmistakably coming from behind him sounded like it was reverberating right inside his head, as though his very conscience had just spoken.
In fact, Jack considered with a bitter smile – which, lucky for him, couldn’t be seen at the time – it wouldn’t have been so odd if the will of his heart was voiced by Cynthia Walker. “How can you possibly know that I’m frowning, if all you have access to from that position is my back?”
“Because, when you’re in a mood, every part of your body works together so that this fact is perfectly apparent to whoever gets to interact with you.” A feather-like touch reached him between his shoulder blades, one that made his guts silently twist in a sailor’s knot. “Here,” she tapped twice, “you’re stiff as a board. I highly doubt your face is any better.”
The dark blue collar floated in the witch’s study, like a leaf blown by the whims of the wind. Jack watched the rhythmic swing for a few seconds, mesmerized by the sinuous elegance of that movement until it froze in mid-air and a silver spark lit up on the deep color of the fabric.
“What’s going on?” As soon as the question left his lips, he became aware of his condition again, and a touch of distress colored his next inquiry as he shifted his gaze to the witch: “Are you planning to cast some other spell upon me? Wasn’t turning a hare into a bat enough to amuse you, Sorcerer?”
The sparkle started to take shape. One tip stretched upward, another did the same, downward; and then, they both bent to the right as if to form a circle, but did not rejoin.
Finally, its energy dissipated and the motion ceased; at the end of the process, what remained was the round shape of a crescent moon hanging shiny and proudly on the collar.
At that point, the candid vixen finally laid her eyes on Jack, bestowing an amused grin upon him. “To subdue a little pest like you,” she began, amber blazing fiercely through her irises, “a more powerful constraint is required.” Her fingers snapped, and the collar disappeared… only to reappear a moment later around the knobby length of his neck. “This will domesticate you, Jack.”
The moment the witch pronounced his name, an invisible force began to pull the bat towards her. When Jack tried to fly away, the pressure on his throat became so heavy it stole his breath away. “L… let me go!” The little beast gasped as short and thin paws tried to alleviate the pain the noxious circle was causing him.
“Not a chance~!” she giggled, holding her arms out. “Come here, my new familiar. You are all mine now.”
Words dipped in magic crept into his heart’s cracks. They were like syrup, thick and dense and sweet beyond measure, dripping through Jack’s mental toughness, reducing it to nothing but an agonizing spasm of resistance. “Your stubbornness is cute as much as it is futile,” commented the witch, wetting her dark lips as though she was about to enjoy a delicious meal. “I’d suggest you relinquish all hope to escape me, tiny boy, for I intend to make full use of your allegiance from now on.”
The late, once fleet-footed hare quivered intensely, his body powerless to resist the lure of the magical vixen as her sorcery dragged him right into her possessive, avid hold. “What… do you want to do to me…?”
It felt unbearably soft when her warm chest welcomed him, his face squeezed between her sweet bosoms being both the most heavenly and horrific sensation Jack had ever experienced in his life. “If you are obedient, I will pamper you and coddle you, and you will play with me for as long as I want. But if you try to leave my side ever again…” Jack felt her slowly tracing the perimeter of one ear with the tip of her tongue, and he used the last bits of his strength to grit the teeth so that no weird sounds could slip out of his mouth,
“… In that case, I’ll eat you.”
Happy (early) Halloween, everyone! Here is one fantastic art made by Rem, followed by a little snippet I felt the absolute need to write. You can consider it a sort of setup to explain the curious ornament around a certain bat’s neck…
🔎 You can find the HD version of this drawing on our Patreon, here!
Part 5 is here. Don’t know if it’s what you were expecting, or more/less than that. Anyway, I had fun writing this part; I believe it’s the right balance between a bit of fanservice and something definitely more valuable. (Not saying that fanservice isn’t worth our time, but, you know… there’s more to life than that. 😊)
Many years ago (okay, maybe just two), this photo appeared in one of Black Jack’s pages. Then, it appeared again on the recent J, Episode 0.2 in a different context and with a definitely better look.
The story behind this picture is one I intend to tell you one way or another; we don’t have all the time in the world and sometimes it probably feels like we’ll never finish what we’ve started, but that’s absolutey not true. So please, wait for us. Don’t settle with imitations of our works, for we’ll definitely be here and won’t disappoint you. Cross our hearts.
🔎 You can find the HD version of this drawing on our Patreon, here!
If you are from Zootopia’s fandom, please don’t mistake Cynthia Walker for “Skye”. Read this journal for more info: Issues with Cynthia’s identity
The name “Jack Savage” and the character’s basic appearance and job belong to Zootopia’s discharged early concept; however, everything that concerns his characterization, background, relationships and new design is up to AoiRemArt.
If you are from Zootopia’s fandom, please don’t mistake Cynthia Walker for “Skye”. Read this journal for more info: Issues with Cynthia’s identity
The name “Jack Savage” and the character’s basic appearance and job belong to Zootopia’s discharged early concept; however, everything that concerns his characterization, background, relationships and new design is up to AoiRemArt.
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