CARNIVORE | open

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excuse jack, he's making assumptions///

it was with a sense of dawning horror that jack understood the undertone of the conversation, and it was written, not in his expression but the lack of it. he were an easy fellow to read if one knew the kind of fae they were, disciplined enough to school out expression, but not the tells, a flick of a tail, a sudden stiffness to the male's own muscles. Dirt was speaking of peace, silent was speaking of old wars, and kydobi was speaking of peace a peace that was not welcome, this clan was made out of war, defined by it, and now in new leadership they rebelled against openly, war they still craved it seemed.

no, jack was stilll young, niave in many ways. he was but a creature of ice in a land of heat and wind. out of his elements in all manners of the word but still there, still present despite it. it was easy to dismiss him as young niave, but jack were not to allow for a dismissal of power, and by the quick dismissal of dirt the male turned his own attention away from the other, disgruntled, and still reeling from the conclusions drawn.

the pittlands was an old landscape of a harsher form of life, and it was what drew the young fae in, to learn and grow along them, be stronger for the trails of life and let his new home dictate wherein it may lead him. he had no agenda, no desire to roam the lands seeking death, no want for glory or battle, but the place reeked of it. along the border the male accepted the fact as fact, battle would be something he would have to face, in a place like this. he accepted it, but a war from the inside? a civil war? the male knew nothing of

he pushed thoughts aside, dirt's casual indifference of him, the threat that hung in the air of war that jack was all to aware of now, and simple took silent in on his offer, stepping closer to seek and scavange the grotesque remains of what was once a breathing living thing. nature had run it's corse, a corpse it now was, and with a grim set to the fae's features he cast one last look towards silent- before he took a claw and carefully cut along the jaw. claws small enough to gut the gums of the carnivore corpse. a fang his prize. using ice to freeze and unfreeze rapidly made a clean even cut, and with bearly a wiggle the tooth came out. jack took hold of his prize between his own teeth, the fang hanging like a full bone would for a smaller creature. it was stark along his paws and face, blood smearing along his skin.

setting the bone down he looked towards silent, giving a nod. he did not thank him, it was not in his way to owe the other a favor, as is the way of his kind- but he acknowledged the other's allowance of the prize.

for now, they were silent, their own form shifting to sit with the prize between their paws, sitting closer to where silent was than before, close to the corpse and farther from kydobi, a line drawn? mayhaps.