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It was a perfect ‘princess carry’. Straight out of a romantic movie. I watched him as he gallantly held the princess of Venezuela in his tiny – yet strong – arms, his slender figure contrasting with the size of the mammals who were surrounding the cave where she had been held captive in the last 48 hours.
It was perfect… and absolutely disgusting.
“The princess is safe.” One of Diana’s personal guards, an elephant, waved his trunk to them. “This way, Mr. Savage.”
Jack nodded and got the princess down – ‘It was about time, Jesus Christ’ – with a soft smile. “Are you okay, Princess Diana?” he asked.
“I’m fine, thank you.” The princess took one of his paws and held it for unknown reasons. “You were so brave…” she said. “So fearless! Intrepid! Undaunted…”
“Savage” I began, approaching them, “Did you secure the area?”
“Yes” he confirmed. “Nobody is going to come outside the cave. Not alive, at least.”
I clicked my tongue with a grin. “Tsk. You really are Savage, aren’t you?”
“Hey, stop calling him savage!” she grunted. “It’s such a harsh, graceless word, Ms. Hiker.”
“It’s Walker, and I wasn’t naming an adjective. I was just addressing my… associate.”
“… Associate.” Jack looked at me with canny eyes. “I keep downgrading, it seems.”
I rolled my eyes. “Aren’t we associates?”
“And what will we be tomorrow? Acquaintances?”
“Don’t fight!” the princess suddenly bawled, coming between us. “I just got rescued, we need to celebrate!”
“Actually, we need to come back to the headquarter.” I put a pawn on Jack’s shoulder – who glared at me, unhappy – and gave the skunk a wry smile. “I hope you won’t be kidnapped again, princess Diana.”
“Walker, you’re atomizing my shoulder.”
“Bear with it.”
“No, really” he grumbled, “it hurts.”
“Aw, fine then.” I let his delicate shoulder go with a sarcastic smirk. “… Poor thing.”
“Hey.”
“But…” Diana mumbled, “you should relax a bit, before returning to the headquarter. How about I give a party, tonight?” She suggested. “Would you like to come? I mean, you worked so hard… you deserve a little entertainment.”
“You’re too generous, princess” Jack replied, “but…”
“Oh, please!” She clung to his arm and begged: “Stay, Mr. Savage!”
“Hum…” Jack scratched his cheek, a bit flushed. Then, he turned to me and asked: “Walker, what do you think?”
‘… I think Princess Diana needs to mind her damn princely business.’ “We have no time for parties, Savage.”
Exactly one month has passed since we opened AoiRemArt. We already have 1612 followers, and we are really happy and grateful for your support. So… here’s a little present – literally? – to show our appreciation. Hope you’ll like it. ❤️
(If you’re wondering, drawing is from Jack Savage’s merry little Christmas, I’ll repost that comic soon on this blog…)
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This is absolutely my favorite drawing of Cynthia, maybe my favorite drawing of all times. She’s absolutely stunning here; everything from colors to lines, facial expression and pose is perfect. Just perfect. I love this character so much and can’t really wait to make her move in the sequel together with Jack. They make such a good couple… 💗
(On a side note, artworks repost is done, at last. Now you can expect just inedit artworks to be published here… more or less. 😉)
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That day, Maria O’ Connor was feeling in particularly high spirits. She had just flown back from Costa Rica, where she had carried out a kind of important mission – during which she had also managed to have a couple of sexual intercourses with a certain jaguar with two off-the-chain pecs – and now, she was heading to Gregory Kohle’s office to submit her report, as usual.
The delight was such that she almost thought she could do without her daily cig, but the very moment that idea crossed her mind, Maria just laughed her ass off in the empty hallway. “Hey, look, I’m turning into a health freak!” she claimed, the sound of that monumental bullshit echoing in the building like a sick joke. Oh, she was so humorous sometimes.
When she turned the corner, the elevator came into sight. Maria looked around, to check for the possible nearness of other mammals; then, found that she was alone on the floor, she decided to help herself to a lift, since, for once, she wouldn’t have been compelled to share it with someone else. But just then… another animal showed up, coming from the hall to the right, and stalked towards the elevator.
Maria kept the colorful swear which was purling in her throat for herself, but not the caustic remark that followed: “Hey, Bunnyboy, get out of the road. That’s my ride.”
Said bunny stopped dead in his track, and slowly met her eyes. Maria paid heed to his six black stripes on his face, three on each cheek, which instinctively reminded her of claw marks. As she approached him, she realized that it was just the color of his fur that looked that peculiar way in those spots.
But that wasn’t the only thing that she noticed.
He was tall – taller than her, but that was no wonder, since it didn’t take much to beat Maria in terms of height. Pleasurably slender, genteel; he was wearing a black suit, which enhanced his willowy figure, and his eyes, now that she saw them more closely, were ice blue, cold and keen.
“Excuse me”, he said, “I don’t think I understood”. There was no sign of hostility in his voice, that much was clear and obvious. However, his ears were perked high and his face was equal parts puzzled and attentive.
All things considered, he probably was an idiot. If anything, a hot idiot.
She was aware of this fact; yet, she couldn’t bring herself to talk to him. She didn’t dare. He was… close and distant at the same time, almost unreachable. Words that begged to be voiced always ended up lingering inside her mind, where no one could hear them.
It didn’t feel particularly great.
“You are…” A voice spoke behind her back.
Cynthia turned and saw a male wolf. He looked a bit confused, as if he was trying to figure out who she was. “Oh, good morning” Cynthia said, and showed him the pass Gregory had given to her. As soon as she did it, the wolf’s eyes widened.
“I didn’t recognize you, Miss Walker. I’m sorry.” The wolf bowed, putting Cynthia at unease.
“No need to bow your head” Cynthia quietly replied. “I’m just a visitor.”
“But aren’t you Kohle’s…”
“Please” she insisted, “don’t worry about me.”
The wolf gave her a perplexed look for a second. “I’ll be going, then. Tell me if you need something” he said, and then left.
At the same time, Jack Savage stopped his practice and greeted her from the shooting range. “Hi there, Miss Walker.”
Cynthia froze. ‘He’s talking to me!’ she thought, in panic. “H-Hi” she muttered. “I’m sorry I distracted you, Mr. Savage.”
“No problem, I had almost finished.” The hare exited the fenced area and removed his ear protection. “What brought you here? Do you have a message from Kohle?”
“Er…” Did she have a message from Gregory? No, she didn’t. So, there was no reason for her to loiter in that place… but she couldn’t simply say something like that. “Yes” she improvised, “he said he wanted to… have some tea with you.” ‘I’m such a moron.’
Silence. Jack frowned, clearly confused. “Tea…?”
“A-and talk!” she added. “About… something important, if I remember correctly.”
“Oh.” Jack tilted his head. He had such a small head. “Okay, when?”
“One of these days. He’ll eventually tell you the details, so, hum… b-be ready.” Cynthia looked down, flustered because of her own stupidity. Her eyes accidentally fell upon the gun Jack was still holding in his paw. “… Nice weapon”.
She realized one second later she had said it loud.
However, Jack seemed positively surprised. “Do you think so?” he asked, shrugging. “To be honest, I don’t think it really suits me.”
“I think it suits you!” Cynthia claimed. “I think… you and the gun make a nice couple.” ‘Good grief, Cynthia, just stop talking—’
Just then, Jack sniggered. “Well, thank you, Miss Walker. Assuming it was a compliment, that is.”
Cynthia felt incredibly stupid and wanted to escape, but it seemed like her back legs were glued to the ground. So, she had no choice but keep talking. “What model is it?” she asked.
“The gun? It’s a Tokarev TT-30” Jack replied.
“It looks heavy.”
“It is, indeed.” Jack handed the gun to her. “Want to try?”
She hesitated. Cynthia had never handled a gun; she didn’t even know how to hold it. And yet, she took the weapon with concealed excitement.
It was heavy, but not too much. And, more importantly… it made her feel like she was powerful. Cynthia raised the gun and pointed at the wall. She was probably smiling. “Amazing” she breathed.
“Hum…” Jack looked concerned. “The weapon is still loaded, actually.”
“… Oh.” Cynthia quickly lowered her arm and returned the Tokarev to Jack. “I couldn’t have fired, though; I never pulled a trigger before. Not like I wanted to do it, anyway.”
Awkward silence descended upon them, until Jack said: “… By the way, Miss Walker, tell Colonel I’m waiting for his instructions.”
“Eh? For what?” Cynthia gasped. And then remembered. “Oh, yes, the tea… the tea he’s willing to have with you. The tea.”
“That’s… correct”. Jack took a step back. “That being said, I think I’ll… get back to practice. There are targets I still need to, you know… hit.”
“Yes, of course. I’ll take my leave, then.” Cynthia looked away, embarrassed. “Have a nice day, Mr. Savage.”
“You too” he replied, before returning to the shooting range.
Cynthia watched him for a while; he was tiny and slender, but a strong aura surrounded his figure. It was almost like nothing could make him waver.
‘I want to be like him’ she found herself thinking. ‘I want his strength, his composure, his dedication.’ Because she felt exposed, she had to protect herself; to do so, she yearned to be strong. Because she was weak.
She finally departed from that place, an unpleasant feeling carving into her heart like a knife. Being weak was an illness she could no longer tolerate.
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Let’s continue with the repost of my stories!
Finally, a story from Cynthia’s POV. A young Cynthia, to be more exact — she’s about 17-18yo here, which means she’s 10 years younger compared to her apparition in BJ. As you can see, she really admired Jack since then.
For the original link of the story on AO3, go here.
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