State of my Head // Open

[j a c k .]

It was normal here, it shouldn't be. There was little that could be done. The desert was harsh, and the jungle they found themselves in was only for those that called themselves a part of such a powerful clan. It was the law of the land, that thiese week would die. person in the sands or the by another's claw. It was simply a way of life and it wasn't fair- but when was life ever truly fair?

Jack were not an avid watcher, he preferred the method of mentoring from afar, watching out for the young and experienced in the desert. There was no better way than learning without a safety net, and best there was when they didn't realize Jack's presence. So he remained mostly in the jungle, watching the dunes for the white newcommers pup that stuck close to the borders like a stray.

He didn't interfere when the lumbering body of rot grew closer, but he became the truck closer.

Then he heard kold's voice waver and I title given to the diseased that Jack couldn't stop the shiver up his spine. Disease such as this... It was savage in nature. There wasn't much of a cure that he knew of. None that could be given so far in.

Jack's presence was small in comparison to the silence of the dead. Ice blue eyes looking down at the mother and her child with a somber set in his eyes. [glow=grey,2,300]They were not one of us[/glow] jack spoke his voice quiet[glow=grey,2,300]but they were yours, new blood. Would you like us to perform a burial? [/glow]

/Mobile oof

[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]I want[/glow][glow=grey,2,300] to make[/glow][glow=#add8e6,2,300] you feel[/glow]

[glow=#5E5E5E,2,300]the pain —[/glow][glow=white,2,300] it feels so real[/glow]