the promise of a victory wasn't something assured to jack, and watching his precious daggers fly a little off only made the creature breathe out a colder, frigid temperature. Delilah was large, and her scales were so bright such a prize did the ardent catch, that jack felt something in him tangibly want his own; but the swamp were not his element, he could not tangle the creature in vines and skin her there in front of her clanmates, could do nothing but breathe winter too early for those around him, could do nothing but freeze and freeze would the small mor do, with his prize trying to fight and attack other's jack felt his own grin tamper off, no one from the pitt would die here, no one from the pitt would get a scratch, the mere thought of disturbing aine with her own father's injury made him want to growl, but giving away such a prize as his own location wouldn't fare much better either, ah it looks like there were a decision to be made here.
"it would seem, your clan has forsaken you, pinkette" jack's voice were as frigid as his ice, as he slipped out under hiding. he was small, but oh, if Delilah wanted a fight, it would be a fight she would attain.
still grounded, the wyvern would make easy prey. every creature was made of water, of air, but so very fue could handle the chill; could handle the winter that jack were known for. the blue in his eyes practically glowing with the season jack would lash out, the murky water still along his paws making a great weapon, jack would make a water-like whip and aim to slash it over Delilah's eyes, even if he failed, the water whip would then aim for her throat, freezing once in contact and creating a brittle but fluid collar and leash.
if the attack; either the slash or the collaring, jack would remain his distance away, only dragging the other's face closer towards the ground with the water-leash to make her kneel in a sort of way. "give in, your own people have abandoned you: you would be a wonderful part of the Pitt."
"[glow=#add8e6,2,300]all you have to do, is forget[/glow]"
// jack is still only attacking [member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]
stamina is currently around 75 percent.
please @ if attacking!
"it would seem, your clan has forsaken you, pinkette" jack's voice were as frigid as his ice, as he slipped out under hiding. he was small, but oh, if Delilah wanted a fight, it would be a fight she would attain.
still grounded, the wyvern would make easy prey. every creature was made of water, of air, but so very fue could handle the chill; could handle the winter that jack were known for. the blue in his eyes practically glowing with the season jack would lash out, the murky water still along his paws making a great weapon, jack would make a water-like whip and aim to slash it over Delilah's eyes, even if he failed, the water whip would then aim for her throat, freezing once in contact and creating a brittle but fluid collar and leash.
if the attack; either the slash or the collaring, jack would remain his distance away, only dragging the other's face closer towards the ground with the water-leash to make her kneel in a sort of way. "give in, your own people have abandoned you: you would be a wonderful part of the Pitt."
"[glow=#add8e6,2,300]all you have to do, is forget[/glow]"
// jack is still only attacking [member=1277]DELILAH.[/member]
stamina is currently around 75 percent.
please @ if attacking!