Dementlieu the oafish man Jack Wilson tirelessly worked hard at day building his camp site. Farmers and local passerbyers looked upon it with nervousness with its barricaded walls on a hill and combat dummies scouring the edges as if to ward off trespassers. Some wore clothing and bared tin armaments some painted with nasty faces. Children looked in awe as parents looked in fear as if it were the Falcovians already camping at their door. All Jack wished was to be left alone he had no desire to live in port in the fancy posh hotels with people he could barely talk too. Days before he once had been a proud barovian but branded and Outcast he was no more than a Womb Freak. Some nights he raged tossing combat dummies about and having violent fits of rage screaming in the night frightening any passing by or heard him as his great ax cut into trees and he worked feverishly to build which was his only respite. Radu had attacked him as he made a bond with Arthur and burden by his wares Radu caught up with him many times never relenting till he slammed Radu into unconsciousness. But none came to his aid, none came to save him, all but the man Audric bared his sword making demands.
Outlanders always outlanders breaking the law and though he was one himself Jack always obeyed the law, to an extent of what he knew, aided the garda, given them weapons and armors appeasing his foster family. But Rodica was dead, Dragomir was gone, and what friends he had... called him an outcast. Even in port he was an outcast made to dress like them so not to cause them fear. He was no more than a dancing bear like the vistani at market chained and tamed so he would not be killed. Those few days in the sewers he was chortled, heckled, assaulted but he knew if he killed but one more person the Garda would Exile him... even those who were good people to him turned their backs. The man's mind of the betrayal only reminded him of the days when outlanders use to threaten him, attack him, because he was wild. He had lost his love Fiona, his best friend Echo, his Dragomir, his Fox, what more must a man lose than his sanity. The days he was exhausted of his rage he sat in port or on the road trying to sell his wares.
Like the bear in the tiny hat of the vistani stall did Jack wear his suit. Smilling and waving to the Noblique such a fake smile they all had and their eyes never lied how they hated him, loathe him, "Beast". That stunned him that one of them spoke intrade calling him a beast in a suit. His nails were long, his beard unkempt, his golden and silver teeth shined, his mask hid his aweful face. "Beast." The words struck him again as the noble woman prod him with a fan. She demanded to know his wares and said such barbaric things were useless for port. But, she admired his woodsmanship in Armoires and chest demanding he come work for her house like some servant. Joachim Skrotter had ask him not to growl, not to bark angrily, to be civil. In his poor trade did jack speak and did the woman take offense chortling behind her fan at how preposterous a man he was to think he could be a merchant. With a mighty grip upon his chair he had made did he crush it in his bare hands and smile to the woman who scurried to her husband. There was a little gratification of her fear. Her pale neck teased jack's senses as he licked his lips and curled up a unearthly smile.
Day now over did Jack Wilson lumber back to his camp. He recall two nights before how Imrae found him disarrayed and paranoid, he was in hunger, and disorientated not sure if Jack was there or in the Mist again. He had told her of Mollie and the little child vampires blood. It had kept him alive, it had made him voracious and he survived freeing himself from the mist with her blood. Even now he hungered for the flesh the supple flesh that made him stronger. The curse of the brute grew in his heartand he was yearning to be stronger. He would return to Vallaki more than he was and Jack knew he had to keep his promise to Teresca but he had to keep his promise to Imrae as well and not go to the Drain. Torn was the mind of the humble Jack fighting for the conciousness of not being the Beast. Were they both the same person or two diffrent people. He knew if they knew him truly they would kill him But, Jack knew they cared they were his friends they gave him "Redemption" that was what Imrae called it.
Laughter roared with a huge fire as he hunted n the city at night. Tales along the Marchand an Ovrier of a "Beast" claiming the lives of thieves and brigands dragging them off to be eaten. A Beast in a flurry of the darkest of night laughing and growling Rending them to pieces howling and devouring. Some nights thieves saw a wolf, some a bear, some a lion, and at times a man. Several thieves clung by the church of Ezra at night in hopes to keep the Beast away. Sme even claim it was a lone madden Falcovian sent to dwindle the poor so that nobles will fight in the war. To the many who knew or didn't it was just that a Beast amd nothing more an outcast of outcasts rendering flesh and bone sucking down sinew. Delightful was the taste of prey their screams and their hearts ached as one as they quieted down in the belly of the beast.