#jackz is sad

[justanothergreb]

I should not be so bothered that someone hasn't replied to a message I sent them when last year they did and it was so eye-opening and I wish they hadn't fucked things up with our friendship/relationship by making such a crazy decision and I just wish things were so different.

Not even an acknowledgement and that just kills me. Do they hate me that much?

[lusifernocturne]

"You are one sentence away from starting a war."-Mace and Galaxy

Mace and her children had stopped in Ashenrock, a lovely city in the mountains mere miles from the Crystal Capital. The city was bustling more than it should have been on such a sleepy fall day. The group parted ways for a bit, James headed off to get gear repaired, Sparrow climbed up on the roofs to get the layout of the city mapped in his journal, Wolf and Jackz took the task of shopping for supplies, and Mace chose to see what was happening in town. She was also hoping to find somewhere to give her speech.

She wandered through Ashenrock until a sound caught her attention. Someone seemed to have beat her to the punch today. She followed the sound to a large group gathered in the city center. Pulling her hood down as she walked, she made her way through the crowd. None stopped or spoke to the woman with the snow leopard ears as she moved to observe the speaker.

He was tall, young looking but certainly older than her. The way he held himself gave off an air of tired confidence, where his dark blue eyes gave off sadness behind the round wire-rim glasses he wore. His long blondish brown hair was pulled into a slightly messy ponytail, held in place by a dark red bow. He wore a suit, mostly black but with a white shirt. In his right hand was a crystal rose that shifted colors like a prism. To her, he looked familiar but she was having trouble putting a name to his face. She got the scene that he was some sort of a fox animilian.

“The king would have us live by the rules of a bygone era. The cats are not thieves. They are our kin! Ravens and crows do not bring death. They are people trying to live like the rest of us! Why must the views of an evil empire be the ones we hold now? Because kings say it must be so?” He spoke with such vigor, moving his hands with his words. A small white cat, a familiar perhaps, walked around the fountain he stood near. The crowd was quiet, hanging on every word. “I say no. I say if the spirits love them the same as all others, then they should have a chance. They should be judged as individuals, not on the actions of ancestors. They should live without fear of losing their lives for things they have no say in! That loved ones need not fear the loss of a friend. A child or spouse. A sibling, cousin, aunt or uncle to the hatred of those around them. The lines between us shouldn’t be there to begin with. Why do we care what beast someone is? Or what color they bleed?! If we were to band together we could change things! We could change our race for the better! We could stand up to those like my father for those who can not stand for themselves!” 

As he finished the crowd roared with cheers, applause, and beast calls. Mace just started. How did she not realize sooner? This man was Galaxy Arouran, the eldest prince of the whole empire. The future king. Was he trying to start a war, or merely change things? She was unsure, but if he kept talking like this he’d start a war. She waited for the crowd to fully dispersed, staying off to the side. She watched some people go talk to him.

As the sun started to slowly go down, she walked up to him. “You’re Galaxy, correct?” Her question made him look up from the bag he was stuffing things in.

“Yes, I am. To what do I owe the pleasure, miss,” he asked with a smile that would put most beings at ease.

“Well, I caught part of your speech and I wished to have a conversation with you.” She watched him seemingly contemplate for a brief moment before nodding to her. “It’s just you should watch your mouth. You are one sentence away from starting a war.” Okay, she hadn’t meant to be that blunt with it. Maybe Wolf is rubbing off on her…

He placed the rose in his bag before tossing it on his shoulder and picking up the white cat. He looked her dead in the eyes. “Maybe that’s the point, Mace,” he said before leaving, with a cynical chuckle.

“I,” she started, but it was too late. He was already half way down the road. How in the name of Light did he know her name? And who else did by this point?