think about it- intro / slave

[j a c k .]

cohesion ; mind games really, were never in jack's repertoire of abilities. it was hard to place jack anywhere ; his abilities in all knowledge to the clan really were a handful of ice shards and water freezing. jack had an affinity ; an ability for masks but outright lying , outright trying to underhandedly turn someone towards him, towards his alignment of loyalty and eager brutality was weak ; and jack knew this. he had proved himself to this clan, these people ; and jack had a claim to it , this clan was his and that, is simply how it was for him. to him. the resolute simplicity of it settled something deep, an ancient in him.

something rubbed jack ill at the first meeting ; slaves. it would take some time to get used to, traditions set by his land; a land that hungers for blood and jack would set to the task in time. but first, there was note that someone had already, quickly in the moments after the meeting worm had shown himself; mad grinning, all but purring at his new pet. the pitt watched on as a new tradition was not only put in motion but enforced.

It didn't take much to see the kodkod and know with a certainty ; that he would never own a slave, but it was a grimm and maybe even dread that he would never ease their life, they were slaves, they were bloodless unproven and unworthy of the status as a true member of the pitt. as it should be ; there was the pitt and there was other jack wouldn't show hesitation, if such a decision arose, jack knew his choice.

"the first of many" jack intones, his appearance a shadow of thought as he stepped up beside sweeny. watching the captor and bloodless both in a rare show of grim approval on the mor's features.