06-17-2021, 03:45 AM
WINTER CANNOT BE CHAINED
— THE FIRST FROST IS OVER, BUT IT WILL NEVER LEAVE US
Chaotic, useless struggles. Life was filled with an array of emotions; a mixture of euphoric highs and the bottomless depths of depravity- torment. Those with power chose which path they followed, and those who sought power saw fit to torment others. Jack was a conundrum of power and stasis. He wished for peace, but in all honestly- did he?
It was neither here nor there, now.
The once collected late Imperator was now ragged. Rugged fur and splattered in blood along his maw, staining pure white form. Along his neck was a ragged wire cord with strung teeth of painted colors, some flacking in the paint it once held, as a show of his newer status - as his lack of care towards it- towards the clan he had called home, refused to act.
The last action the creature had made, well- Vale had made sure to make him regret it, hadn't vey?
The lion that stood along the edge of the borders was aloof in their own settled powers, Jack felt the prickling of irritation at the sight. His own power, and temper- much looser since the once- dragon's fall. The Kodkod's very presence would've been a balm if not for the sudden shift- from splintering heat to biting cold. A wind front of winter in the edge's of a summer. Ice blue eyes stark against a sea of blood red.
[glow=grey,2,300]"Welcome, to the land of blood."[/glow] Jack's voice was calm, quiet even as his face started to show the flickering of a snarl. SO much for a welcome greeting. [glow=grey,2,300]"Speak now, before you join in as a sacrifice. My temper isn't what it used to be."[/glow]