Whispers in the Street

[Jackal]

::Off Air::
::Humility of a Deity::

Grass finally started to take on that chill as a soft dusting of white from the winter was placed against the ground. The air chilled with that feint nip against the skin causing most to bundle up and stay within the warmth whenever they can. All but a few and one such individual was Jackal himself walking the streets of the city with Anastasia at his side enjoying the small conversation. Still he felt like he had to guard what many wanted and took to wearing each belt like a epitrachil. They helped his image but he wondered how long anyone would notice him if he did eventually lose. A streak can not last for ever he knew this much but how much or how many looked to him only for his power and not his message? "I know that silence. What has you in such deep thought?" They were out here on her suggestion that he should let the cool air clear his head some as they walked down the sidewalk. "Still in your thoughts about Liz?" Searching for an answer to her curiosity on what has plagued his thoughts for the last few days.

Shaking his head some as he let out a bit of a sight that caught the wind and showed his breath against the cool air. "Not her. She is taking her time in coming back having to prove to herself this time for her mistake. I already have forgiven her but she wants to forgive herself. Right now there is just something I can't shake with what is coming up. Already I balance two titles against my shoulders to keep a place, a figure to the people. Right now I am undefeated but what happens after a loss will people simply leave? I do not want to be know for my power but for my actions." Symbols held power but just like famous ones they can be viewed in the wrong way and then feared when they mean only peace. It was not foreign for him to be alone, Anastasia was one of the few that knew him before he started to wrestle. Often he wondered about this pack and what they wanted or what they saw.

She only gently chuckled some at his frenzied mind and started to pull him a bit in directions. "You don't need to hold the world. Not everyone can be pleased and even if God himself came to our world do you know how many would doubt him still? It is those that get the deeper message that are the most important one voice can speak the loudest in the group, you should know this by know." Even with this she knew how much this world could take it's toll, how often it was easy to feel like you had to do everything on your own and lose sight of what was to happen.

Street after street seemed to blur by as they continued to move without knowing the true destination Jackal was left to the whim of his friend to guide him. Her words were true but even still he felt his words held weight his image held power. He did not want to lose an audience just because they thought him weak for losing a match. This new match for him was another step into the unknown. With the cage it hindered some of his movements and had little room to move about as he would climb higher. This was completely out of his element and he felt it like walking into a lion's den. Soon they did stop and she pointed some as he looked up seeing a once barren wall painted with images from the street and he couldn't help but grin some at the sight it was of Anubis and Maat a true message of the weight of actions.

With another few tugs they moved closer to see the scene up close as they looked to the image in a bit of awe and enjoyment. "Someone seems to get your metaphor for what your doing. Even if you lose you will have fans, those that leave only saw a fighter and nothing more. We all will just make sure to cheer louder to make up for any that leave deal?" Jackal laughed a bit in full form, she always seemed to know what he needed as he ran his fingers offer the dried paint tracing some of the lines. New footsteps could be heard as they turned as a shake of a spray can was being rattled. One of the pack as one with a falcon like mask reached out a hand to shake Jackal's and they began to talk as the artist worked glad to have seen the inspiration enjoying the image as the scene fades.