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Monochrome Laughing Jack (Mono) and Jack
This is an AU where Mono is a “Falcon”. He has large wings on his back, birdlike feet and hands, and very dangerous talons. Might make this an entire AU thing. (More of an explanation in the description)
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For a large snake, the safest place is the trees. There are few predators that can get you if you’re tucked away in the canopy. Few, being the key phrase in that statement. There is no guarantee of protection – even in the places known for their safety. Some snakes take that knowledge to heart and make sure to keep their guard up. Others convince themselves that there isn’t anything to fear. He was one of the cocky ones. Few predators exist that hunt Burmese pythons. Fewer still can hunt the ones who can take a humanoid shape. He let his guard down frequently and only became alert when he knew a predator was around. Sadly, that behavior is dangerously flawed. Not all predators can be spotted ahead of time.

This time around, he had not been able to sense them before they could go in for the kill. By the time he was aware of a danger, it was too late. A searing pain shot through his back, and for a moment it seemed like he was falling. Then the pain only grew worse – it came from both his back and his tail. He was in agony. He was so lost in his pain that he hadn’t been able to realize what was happening until he realized that he was now far above the canopy. With that realization, came dread. He did what he could to peer over his shoulder to see what had attacked him, and grimaced. The only threat to him him, was another animal that could take a human shape. This one seemed to be a falcon. A bird of prey who loved to dine on serpents and reptiles.

As it was, he was in no state to struggle. Being dropped from the current height would undoubtedly kill him. There was nothing soft to land on – he would crash into tree branch after tree branch until his frame hit the leaf littered ground. That would be a slow and painful death. Albeit, it wasn’t that much worse a fate than what he would suffer at the hands of the raptor who had captured him. There was no doubt about the falcon’s intention. The black winged sky beast would tear him to shreds and feast on the bloody carnage. That was the fate of any snake who was captured by a predatory bird and didn’t manage to escape. He did his best to hold still during the trip. The more he moved, the more the falcon’s talons dug into his flesh.

He could do without the extra pain. His hopes were to escape once he was put down. Predator or not, the falcon was unable to eat and fly at the same time. That was why Jack knew there was chance of escape. The raptor would have to land somewhere – and his guess was that it would be his nest. It didn’t take long for him to find out if his guess had been accurate or not. The falcon flew up to the giant circular mass of sticks and grass that was his nest. Then he dropped his captured prey, only to lunge at him before he could take the chance to escape. Jack hissed loudly at the feel of talons digging into his shoulders to hold him down. Not long after, he was painfully aware of being bitten.

This raptor didn’t waste time when it came to eating his prey – but the animals that learn to take human shape are never easy to kill. If he wanted to kill the serpent, he would have to put some effort into his attacks. That is, if Jack couldn’t manage to work his way out of the otherwise fatal situation. The serpent continued to hiss as he began to thrash. It took some effort, but he was able to knock the falcon back. He barely had the time to roll over and look at his predator before the raptor was upon him again. This time, sharp talons were dug into the flesh of his chest. The wounds were far less painful compared to the damage done to his back, but it still hurt. He was still at the mercy of the falcon – but now he had a means of better fighting back.

Instinctively, Jack last out with his claws. In a snake form, he would have been virtually defenseless against the falcon. At most he could have used his enormous size to try and smother the winged beast – but that was a risky task. In this form, he had hands, feet, and surprisingly sharp nails. On impulse he raked them down the side of the raptor’s face. He wasn’t surprised to hear the angry, birdlike screech that escaped him.

“Die you fucking snake!” The falcon said through a snarl as he curled his fingers to better hook his talons into Jack’s flesh. His intention had been to use that grip to tear the serpent’s chest clean open. Not even a humanoid beast could survive having his internal organs exposed and damaged. Jack counted himself lucky that his tail was as lengthy as it was. Before the raptor could tear him open, he coiled his tail around his chest to constrict his airway. From there, the predatory bird and the serpent were left to tussle things out. Jack kept his hold on the falcon to keep him from breathing, and that in turn made the bird more desperate to escape. He lost interest in trying to rip the snake open.

Instead, he pushed and twisted his body in an attempt to get out of the serpent’s hold. Eventually he unhooked his talons from the snake’s chest to try and find some means of getting away before he could suffocate. In the end, all he had to do was bury his claws in the frail tissue of Jack’s tail. That was the serpent’s most powerful weapon – and his greatest weakness. The pain was almost crippling. As if on cue his tail fell limp. The falcon had done enough damage to cause temporary paralysis everywhere past the wound he had inflicted. With that, he was free of Jack’s grip. Not only that, the snake had completely lost the ability to fight back. There was only so much pain he could sit through.

His back and shoulders were a mess, and his chest had nearly been ripped open moments prior. Mix that with the crippling pain caused by his wounded tail, with the bone crushing bite he had been dealt earlier, and he was in no way fit to escape. All he could do was force air past his teeth as a weak hiss, while the falcon took his chance to recover from nearly being suffocated.

“You!...” The raptor snarled through sharp intakes of breath as he glared at the snake. Burmese pythons were a rare find – albinos all the rarer. To him, being able to kill a serpent that could otherwise devour him in a single bite was an extreme show of power.
“I was going to kill you quickly…” He continued as he reached out to slowly drag his talons down the serpent’s cheek. In doing so, he pushed Jack’s face to the side to better expose his neck and shoulder. He took note of where he would need to strike to kill the snake, but that would be information saved for another time. Now, his intentions were to see what could kill the snake – and how long it would take.
“But now I’ve changed my mind. I’ll start eating you now, while you’re still fresh and breathing.” He stated coldly as he trailed his birdlike hand downwards. His intention had been to rip open the serpent’s abdomen to dine on the soft organs hidden beneath his flesh. Granted, that idea changed when a flicker of gold met his eye. The light had shifted, and in doing so something hidden behind the snake’s white hair was revealed. Being a bird, his interest was easily peaked by the sudden flash of gold. Idly, he raised his other hand to move the hair so that he could see where the glow came from. A flurry of emotions hit him at the sight of it. The snake wore a golden, loop earring. Under normal circumstances he would have passed it off as the serpent’s personal taste in trinkets.

This situation was in no way a normal circumstance – and it was because of an incident a few months prior. Rage flickered in the raptors pale eyes, and on impulse he dug his talons into the serpent’s shoulder. He needed to make sure he had the snake’s attention. When he was sure he had it, he leaned down slightly as he tugged at the earring.

“You… Where did you get this trinket? Did you steal it?!” The falcon asked through a sneer as he yanked on the serpent’s earring, nearly ripping it out. In response to this, the snake hissed weakly and tried to swat the raptor’s hand away.

“No, I didn’t steal it!” Jack hissed as he grabbed onto the falcon’s arm and tried to dig his nails into it. He had lost a lot of blood thanks to all of his wounds, and so he wasn’t exactly in the proper state to be picking fights. Honestly, he couldn’t even see straight. At this rate he might bleed to death.

“Then where did you get it?! Who gave it to you?! If you value your hide, you’ll tell me!” The raptor snarled. He ignored the serpent’s grip on his arm. It wasn’t as if his would-be prey was doing any real damage, anyways. He curled his fingers to dig his talons into the thin skin covering the snake’s collarbone.

“Aargh!...” Jack hissed in response. The spot the falcon was clawing at was basically thin skin and bone. So it definitely hurt like hell.
“A human f-friend gave it to me!... Now stop toying with me and get it over with! At this rate all you’re doing is feeding the ants in your nest!...” He said boldly. It was true though. If the raptor didn’t hurry up and kill him, then his meal would bleed to death and die. He honestly doubted that the falcon would care enough to eat a cold corpse. As it was, he had too much pride to sit idle and let himself die only to be wasted. He was food – so the stupid bird needed to hurry up and get this over with so he could be put out of his misery. To his surprise, the falcon backed off.

“No…” The raptor said quietly, though his voice was firm and laced with anger.
“I’m in debt to the boy who gave you that trinket… He bears its twin in his left ear… Since I owe him a life, I’ll give him yours and be done with it…” He stated coldly as he turned to face the outer edge of the nest. He didn’t enjoy sparing the serpent’s life – but killing him off would hurt the human that had saved him. He was a prideful falcon, so he would not openly state what had happened. But the boy had rescued him from certain death, and after doing so explained why he had been so far in the forest in the first place. He had been on his way to greet the snake – or as he worded it, the friend who wore the matching earring.
“Be out of my nest by sunset tomorrow, or I’ll throw you out.” He growled, before he extended his wings and took to the sky. He would not kill the snake – not this time, at least. But he would not help him either. They were mortal enemies, after all. That was a very law of nature when it came to their species. Instead, he would leave and find food elsewhere. The snake would have a day to recover and leave – if he died then that wasn’t his problem. With that, Jack was left in the nest with no further harm to his body. On impulse, he curled into a tight ball and ignored whatever insects that came to bite him. He was in pain, but eventually he stopped bleeding. The sun set, and he endured the night cold whilst hoping that his body could recover.

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Monochrome Laughing Jack (Mono) and Jack
This is an AU where Mono is a “Falcon”. He has large wings on his back, birdlike feet and hands, and very dangerous talons. Might make this an entire AU thing. (More of an explanation in the description)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For a large snake, the safest place is the trees. There are few predators that can get you if you’re tucked away in the canopy. Few, being the key phrase in that statement. There is no guarantee of protection – even in the places known for their safety. Some snakes take that knowledge to heart and make sure to keep their guard up. Others convince themselves that there isn’t anything to fear. He was one of the cocky ones. Few predators exist that hunt Burmese pythons. Fewer still can hunt the ones who can take a humanoid shape. He let his guard down frequently and only became alert when he knew a predator was around. Sadly, that behavior is dangerously flawed. Not all predators can be spotted ahead of time.

This time around, he had not been able to sense them before they could go in for the kill. By the time he was aware of a danger, it was too late. A searing pain shot through his back, and for a moment it seemed like he was falling. Then the pain only grew worse – it came from both his back and his tail. He was in agony. He was so lost in his pain that he hadn’t been able to realize what was happening until he realized that he was now far above the canopy. With that realization, came dread. He did what he could to peer over his shoulder to see what had attacked him, and grimaced. The only threat to him him, was another animal that could take a human shape. This one seemed to be a falcon. A bird of prey who loved to dine on serpents and reptiles.

As it was, he was in no state to struggle. Being dropped from the current height would undoubtedly kill him. There was nothing soft to land on – he would crash into tree branch after tree branch until his frame hit the leaf littered ground. That would be a slow and painful death. Albeit, it wasn’t that much worse a fate than what he would suffer at the hands of the raptor who had captured him. There was no doubt about the falcon’s intention. The black winged sky beast would tear him to shreds and feast on the bloody carnage. That was the fate of any snake who was captured by a predatory bird and didn’t manage to escape. He did his best to hold still during the trip. The more he moved, the more the falcon’s talons dug into his flesh.

He could do without the extra pain. His hopes were to escape once he was put down. Predator or not, the falcon was unable to eat and fly at the same time. That was why Jack knew there was chance of escape. The raptor would have to land somewhere – and his guess was that it would be his nest. It didn’t take long for him to find out if his guess had been accurate or not. The falcon flew up to the giant circular mass of sticks and grass that was his nest. Then he dropped his captured prey, only to lunge at him before he could take the chance to escape. Jack hissed loudly at the feel of talons digging into his shoulders to hold him down. Not long after, he was painfully aware of being bitten.

This raptor didn’t waste time when it came to eating his prey – but the animals that learn to take human shape are never easy to kill. If he wanted to kill the serpent, he would have to put some effort into his attacks. That is, if Jack couldn’t manage to work his way out of the otherwise fatal situation. The serpent continued to hiss as he began to thrash. It took some effort, but he was able to knock the falcon back. He barely had the time to roll over and look at his predator before the raptor was upon him again. This time, sharp talons were dug into the flesh of his chest. The wounds were far less painful compared to the damage done to his back, but it still hurt. He was still at the mercy of the falcon – but now he had a means of better fighting back.

Instinctively, Jack last out with his claws. In a snake form, he would have been virtually defenseless against the falcon. At most he could have used his enormous size to try and smother the winged beast – but that was a risky task. In this form, he had hands, feet, and surprisingly sharp nails. On impulse he raked them down the side of the raptor’s face. He wasn’t surprised to hear the angry, birdlike screech that escaped him.

“Die you fucking snake!” The falcon said through a snarl as he curled his fingers to better hook his talons into Jack’s flesh. His intention had been to use that grip to tear the serpent’s chest clean open. Not even a humanoid beast could survive having his internal organs exposed and damaged. Jack counted himself lucky that his tail was as lengthy as it was. Before the raptor could tear him open, he coiled his tail around his chest to constrict his airway. From there, the predatory bird and the serpent were left to tussle things out. Jack kept his hold on the falcon to keep him from breathing, and that in turn made the bird more desperate to escape. He lost interest in trying to rip the snake open.

Instead, he pushed and twisted his body in an attempt to get out of the serpent’s hold. Eventually he unhooked his talons from the snake’s chest to try and find some means of getting away before he could suffocate. In the end, all he had to do was bury his claws in the frail tissue of Jack’s tail. That was the serpent’s most powerful weapon – and his greatest weakness. The pain was almost crippling. As if on cue his tail fell limp. The falcon had done enough damage to cause temporary paralysis everywhere past the wound he had inflicted. With that, he was free of Jack’s grip. Not only that, the snake had completely lost the ability to fight back. There was only so much pain he could sit through.

His back and shoulders were a mess, and his chest had nearly been ripped open moments prior. Mix that with the crippling pain caused by his wounded tail, with the bone crushing bite he had been dealt earlier, and he was in no way fit to escape. All he could do was force air past his teeth as a weak hiss, while the falcon took his chance to recover from nearly being suffocated.

“You!...” The raptor snarled through sharp intakes of breath as he glared at the snake. Burmese pythons were a rare find – albinos all the rarer. To him, being able to kill a serpent that could otherwise devour him in a single bite was an extreme show of power.
“I was going to kill you quickly…” He continued as he reached out to slowly drag his talons down the serpent’s cheek. In doing so, he pushed Jack’s face to the side to better expose his neck and shoulder. He took note of where he would need to strike to kill the snake, but that would be information saved for another time. Now, his intentions were to see what could kill the snake – and how long it would take.
“But now I’ve changed my mind. I’ll start eating you now, while you’re still fresh and breathing.” He stated coldly as he trailed his birdlike hand downwards. His intention had been to rip open the serpent’s abdomen to dine on the soft organs hidden beneath his flesh. Granted, that idea changed when a flicker of gold met his eye. The light had shifted, and in doing so something hidden behind the snake’s white hair was revealed. Being a bird, his interest was easily peaked by the sudden flash of gold. Idly, he raised his other hand to move the hair so that he could see where the glow came from. A flurry of emotions hit him at the sight of it. The snake wore a golden, loop earring. Under normal circumstances he would have passed it off as the serpent’s personal taste in trinkets.

This situation was in no way a normal circumstance – and it was because of an incident a few months prior. Rage flickered in the raptors pale eyes, and on impulse he dug his talons into the serpent’s shoulder. He needed to make sure he had the snake’s attention. When he was sure he had it, he leaned down slightly as he tugged at the earring.

“You… Where did you get this trinket? Did you steal it?!” The falcon asked through a sneer as he yanked on the serpent’s earring, nearly ripping it out. In response to this, the snake hissed weakly and tried to swat the raptor’s hand away.

“No, I didn’t steal it!” Jack hissed as he grabbed onto the falcon’s arm and tried to dig his nails into it. He had lost a lot of blood thanks to all of his wounds, and so he wasn’t exactly in the proper state to be picking fights. Honestly, he couldn’t even see straight. At this rate he might bleed to death.

“Then where did you get it?! Who gave it to you?! If you value your hide, you’ll tell me!” The raptor snarled. He ignored the serpent’s grip on his arm. It wasn’t as if his would-be prey was doing any real damage, anyways. He curled his fingers to dig his talons into the thin skin covering the snake’s collarbone.

“Aargh!...” Jack hissed in response. The spot the falcon was clawing at was basically thin skin and bone. So it definitely hurt like hell.
“A human f-friend gave it to me!... Now stop toying with me and get it over with! At this rate all you’re doing is feeding the ants in your nest!...” He said boldly. It was true though. If the raptor didn’t hurry up and kill him, then his meal would bleed to death and die. He honestly doubted that the falcon would care enough to eat a cold corpse. As it was, he had too much pride to sit idle and let himself die only to be wasted. He was food – so the stupid bird needed to hurry up and get this over with so he could be put out of his misery. To his surprise, the falcon backed off.

“No…” The raptor said quietly, though his voice was firm and laced with anger.
“I’m in debt to the boy who gave you that trinket… He bears its twin in his left ear… Since I owe him a life, I’ll give him yours and be done with it…” He stated coldly as he turned to face the outer edge of the nest. He didn’t enjoy sparing the serpent’s life – but killing him off would hurt the human that had saved him. He was a prideful falcon, so he would not openly state what had happened. But the boy had rescued him from certain death, and after doing so explained why he had been so far in the forest in the first place. He had been on his way to greet the snake – or as he worded it, the friend who wore the matching earring.
“Be out of my nest by sunset tomorrow, or I’ll throw you out.” He growled, before he extended his wings and took to the sky. He would not kill the snake – not this time, at least. But he would not help him either. They were mortal enemies, after all. That was a very law of nature when it came to their species. Instead, he would leave and find food elsewhere. The snake would have a day to recover and leave – if he died then that wasn’t his problem. With that, Jack was left in the nest with no further harm to his body. On impulse, he curled into a tight ball and ignored whatever insects that came to bite him. He was in pain, but eventually he stopped bleeding. The sun set, and he endured the night cold whilst hoping that his body could recover.