jack could not claim the same pain; through strife and separation, he felt his sibings call with the call of the wind. the seasons changed and jack felt alone without them yes but- but they were still there, scattered and apart, but jack would do anything for his family, it was just with the pitt, his family started to include aine, gael, silent...
family was something more than blood, the silver flash of metallic liquid from his veins or the ice that shuddered in his bones. it was easy to realize that he had fallen for this little pitt of bloodlust and spite: maybe not fallen. it was not love that jack felt for the place but it was infatuation with the war, it was fondness he regarded his clanmates, and a pitch of sorrow when he regarded his fallen comrade. The pitt was just another place: a place far more liberating and free in comparison to the rest of the clans.
watching the draconic hybrid from the pit's of the jungle: he looked solemn. his mere presence there screamed a defiance that put the marauder at ill-ease. But after a few moments of seeing no one else break from the true territory jack went to approach the border with only the clack of the skull bead against a great many deal of teeth.
"interesting name," the kodkod commented; his small standing along the other edge, pale blue eyes looking up towards the downed dragon-thing at their border. a light hum escaped his maw, "the name roux sounds familiar." jack stated, a low drawl as he allowed silence to ring for but a moment before the flash of caged teeth: "not that it really matters, a name is a name."
"i can bring you to the ardent." newcomers are always brought to the attention of the ardent, one way or another: and jack wouldn't have a roux under their noses without silent's approval, like the exile from before the name implied a family that already had targeted them. and if try was earnest in his want to join- well, this battle the pitt were raging just got a lot more interesting. "Call me Jack, everyone here already does"
family was something more than blood, the silver flash of metallic liquid from his veins or the ice that shuddered in his bones. it was easy to realize that he had fallen for this little pitt of bloodlust and spite: maybe not fallen. it was not love that jack felt for the place but it was infatuation with the war, it was fondness he regarded his clanmates, and a pitch of sorrow when he regarded his fallen comrade. The pitt was just another place: a place far more liberating and free in comparison to the rest of the clans.
watching the draconic hybrid from the pit's of the jungle: he looked solemn. his mere presence there screamed a defiance that put the marauder at ill-ease. But after a few moments of seeing no one else break from the true territory jack went to approach the border with only the clack of the skull bead against a great many deal of teeth.
"interesting name," the kodkod commented; his small standing along the other edge, pale blue eyes looking up towards the downed dragon-thing at their border. a light hum escaped his maw, "the name roux sounds familiar." jack stated, a low drawl as he allowed silence to ring for but a moment before the flash of caged teeth: "not that it really matters, a name is a name."
"i can bring you to the ardent." newcomers are always brought to the attention of the ardent, one way or another: and jack wouldn't have a roux under their noses without silent's approval, like the exile from before the name implied a family that already had targeted them. and if try was earnest in his want to join- well, this battle the pitt were raging just got a lot more interesting. "Call me Jack, everyone here already does"
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