Jaybird, P3
Story by Kiren Therte on SoFurry
Jaybird is a short crime/drama themed story about two wolves in a dirty world.
This story is heavily based off a roleplay between myself and a friend.
With his permission I was allowed to use the roleplay material as a basis to practice writing further, as it is a hobby I intend to try and maintain moving forward.
Please enjoy!
Hours passed before the big wolf would wake. Eyes blinked open slowly, a dry groan sounding through clenched teeth. He noted a folded towel at the back of his head bracing him against the edge of the bathtub, which fell as he raised his skull and turns to inspect his shoulder, finding it wrapped excessively.
Slowly the male shifted forward, and finds a small sheet of bloodied paper on the floor with instructions on how to suture a wound. Jay must have pulled it from the first-aid kit.
Anderrick keeps his injured arm still when standing, good arm braced against the tub. Straightening his back causes a few cracks to sound from his spine, a dizziness quickly takes hold, light-headedness from the blood loss. Anderrick stumbles a few feet toward the sink and balances himself over it while it passes.
Jay darted into the bathroom, eyes lighting up and lips curling into a broad smile.
“Holy shit, you’re okay!”
Jay is met with a warm gaze from the big guy while he remains at the sink.
“I assume you did this?” Anderrick asked while nodding his snout to the wrapped shoulder.
“Y-yeah uh… sorry it’s not gunna be perfect.”
“Another interesting scar for the collection.”
Jay cracked a little smile. “Oh! Your phone has been ringing a lot. I put it on charge so it didn’t die...”
“Bring my phone. I need to make a call.”
Jay energetically retrieves the mobile phone. Anderrick closed the bathroom door and runs the tap, he took a moment to wash his face.
Jay listened to the light splash of water, before it returns to a constant, maintained stream. The maned wolf takes the hint and wanders off to his bed.
Time ticked by rather slowly, Jay felt tense even though he wasn’t the one making the call, just imagining it’d be a tough one to make.
The soft rush of water from the tap ceased, and the bathroom door opens with Anderrick walking out, his shirt was left on the floor to soak up the puddle of blood.
It was in this moment Jay captured a glimpse of various scars across a thick, muscular torso. He could only assume the small spots were bullet wounds, and the few lines from knives…
Jay’s gaze was interrupted by the sharp eyes of the wolf locking to his own. The young male let off a slight croak, caught staring… He quickly attempts to throw attention away.
“H-how did the call go?”
“We need to see the boss.”
“Bucher?”
“No, the boss. Mister Vower. He’s kindly giving me a few days to heal before we travel up there.”
“Oh…”
“Mister Vower owns Bucher, anything you do is ultimately to aid Vower, don’t forget that.”
“I heard his name a few times… Hard to think of anyone owning Bucher though, the guy is-”
“-the guy is just a pawn.” Anderrick smirked as he proceeded to his bed.
Jay’s ears lowered a hint. “What does that make me then?”
“I need to rest.”
Jay huffed. “Yes, sir.”
Unable to rest, the young wolf spent the next while cleaning the bathroom up. He bagged up the bath matt, shirt, and towels used. When returning to the living area he sees Anderrick laying there peacefully.
He gets the idea to sneak out and get some lunch to bring back for the two of them, something meaty and decent, considering the wolf might need some iron back in his system.
As Jay started quietly exploring the room for the car key, he’s interrupted by a small jingle of metal… He turned from the dinner table to see Anderrick with a hand raised, keys hanging off a claw, teasingly waving in the air.
“You’re impossible.” Jay remarked, a little frustrated that his attempt at a kind gesture was failed from the start.
“It is not a good idea to go out yet.”
“It has been like… three hours, and I’m hungry!”
“They’ll still be searching.”
“C’mon man, don’t treat me like some kinda civilian! I’ve done this shit before and-”
Jay stopped immediately at a simple gesture from the wolf; one finger raised straight in the air commanding silence. Jay twitched, he was about to protest but couldn’t muster the energy. He exhaled softly and splayed out his ears, defeated.
Anderrick peered over to watch Jay climb into his bed and bring up his phone.
He understood the kid’s frustration, however Jay didn’t seem to understand the seriousness of it all…
The following days are spent in painful isolation. Jay was hardly allowed to leave the motel, and Anderrick with his injury insisted on doing all the grocery shopping.
If it wasn’t for his phone, and the internet, Jay thought he’d lose his mind.
On the third night after the incident, Jay wakes up with Anderrick looming over him, completely dressed. “It’s time to go.”
Jay pulled the pillow over his muzzle and groaned into it.
“You gotta warn me of this shit, man.”
As the maned one rushed to get his clothes on, he noticed the time. It was midnight.
“Why, just why…” Jay rhetorically mumbled out.
Once Jay got out to the car, he would find Anderrick in the driver’s seat and seemed a little stunned.
“Isn’t the whole reason I’m here, is to drive you?”
“Consider this thanks for saving my life, get in.”
Jay felt his cheeks warm up with a soft blush as excitement filled him from having heard that.