I'M STILL HERE ; visitor

[j a c k .]

jack was an afterthought; it came with the territory, of being small. Precious seconds, glimpses of a trio of them: family his mind supplied before he saw silent stalk out towards the group. his large form enough to blot the sun as he dredged the dunes of saw, leaving aired dust in his wake. in comparison to the bright, burning creatures such as silent, the colorful personalities such as, well maybe not gael, but aine, and say- worm or ghost, jack would always become a waylaid afterthought. and for the most part, jack didn't mind. it came with it a peace to do as he pleased, a grace of patience that jack never had until he came here, even amid the changing times of silent's reign.

it allowed jack a moment to gather himself, to see beyond the encounter, carefully, and yearn. the ice in his veins only made him shudder, for a moment jack felt carefully, put together: sole- alone. It had hurt, it will always hurt; to be separated from them. his siblings- his family. but here, there was this, silent's amused grumble, gael's berating and even aine's shy smile. as jack prowled closer towards the group; watching the stranger leave with a whiff of sea-salt and fish-rot, jack felt the absence of it. tense situations like these, jack never really fared well.

it made him itch, the heat and the situation both. with a breath of icy cold hair jack made his appearance, paws silent as he took a moment longer, mourning the silence that he would have to break, his clanmate's tenseness, even as a marauder, jack could see the cost of a war, it was near, it was a certainty, and it only made jack feel tired.

"well, what a jolly fella he turned out to be," jack's easy drawl escaped, ice blue eyes watching the typhooner's retreating form before he hopped up along the bone wall, turning to watch his own clan mates with a from set clear in his maw for a moment-

for a moment, jack looked impossibly old, fathomless eyes stared back into the group; and jack pushed himself through it, turning towards the ardent with a slowly growing gleam in his eyes. tail coming from the curl along his leg to sway in the air lazily behind him. "you're not ugly, just an... acquired taste."

"beside, that stranger never saw you with your newest little cannibal, even with barb being... well barb; it's all very domestic" even at this point, jack couldn't help but let a chuckle out, loose tongue by nervousness- need to drive away the situation, from everyone's mind. a happy clan were a functioning one, and Aine's mood dragged so horribly these past few days, jack wished there were something he could to to calm the small little fae. maybe a sand building contest was in order...