not quite grace, not quite beauty // joiner

[j a c k .]

what an... odd choice of words. Jack couldn't claim to think the ardent had any sort of appeal, his form in itself was something most considered something in need to get used to. The only thing that had kept Jack himself from recoiling at the first sight of the other was the fact of- well spite mostly. Watching kydobi look towards his own subjects with disgust made Jack a certain kind of anger, that breathed winter- chill under his pelt and spoke of an action that was subtle.

It made him want to befriend silent, and jack could honestly say he hadn't regretted it yet. The other was curt, straightforward, but hadn't led him wrong- hadn't lead the Pitt wrong either. He saw most as assets towards the Pitt, a desperate need for people, and it was with confidence that Jack strolled closer, his small frame comming to the shade under the ardent, a cock on his head- bird like as he scrutinized the other.

Jack were a normal kodkod, beyond the necklace that lay perched on his neck. Snake skulls and teeth clicked with every movement and halt of one. Ice blue eyes watching the other with a keen interest, the sway of a new bone-like appendage of their tail as they gloriously showed it off. an asset, a curiosity as well. Jack had no thought- no doubt that silent wouldn't agree. "I may have some water, but food would have to be procured further in." Jack admitted, and with a movement he pulled the pouch of water he always kept on him. the ice blade that was situated above it slipping inside the canvas in a quick movement. Melting back into water without Jack's careful control easily.

"most call me jack, here." Jack offered with a boyish grin, pushing the water sack closer towards the stranger. Vale, an interesting name for an interesting fellow.