TELL ME WHO I AM // jack, vale, and gore

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WINTER CANNOT BE CHAINED

— THE FIRST FROST IS OVER, BUT IT WILL NEVER LEAVE US

To be a god is a terrifying concept: an aspect of a force of nature, to be seen and heard and yet- misunderstood by all. To lay siege to the conscious mind and watch as other's wills bend and break and shatter in the mere span of a breath. Immortality was tiering, alliances faded in and out with each rattle of exhale. Monarchs fell and rose within blinks of the eye. Societies would crumble, but the aspects will remain. Unable to tire, to rest to never fully be at ease- peace- until the season strikes them again.

Jack was tired of watching the cycle repeat itself. Distantly he was aware of his own demotion, and felt nothing but a brush of disappointment. Gael had every right to be disappointed. The young half fae was exhausted, sore after the winter storm. No one really knew the effect it would have on him- the sudden influx in a place where Jack was content to be weak- Power: most seeked it, lapped at the blood of such entities for a chance at it- hungerly. - What of those who ran from it? Who fled from such responsibilities and obligations?

It caught up, eventually.

When jack awoke in the noon, he wondered once again what had changed in his absence. What would lie at his feet beyond the broken responsibilities that he had been entrusted? Would his family crumble away? Would all his loyalties be worn like the frayed edges of the knot? Time is a tool that an immortal could get swept into, lost to the tides.

Gods, he wonders how his siblings are, if they are holding up well. If they're hurt.

When the three eyed raven sweeps into the desert, eyes on a pond of water, one does not question it. Water is scarce- a rarity, with the pittians tainting their own fresh water. Do not question the chill of the water, nor the slight tremble of grains of sands. Do not look into the ashen city where a throne of ice is still standing. A den to the aspect of famine and death- Winter- Jack watched on as the murder descended with their chosen god, and as his sights locked onto it- recognition was enough. Small frame slipping easily by as breathing. The birds not smart enough to warn their chosen- the few who could- would still prove to be too late.

Gods battle, but aspects such as he: simply wait. They both have an eternity in spans of their patience. Jack was tired of waiting. Restless thoughts and lack of action made him eager, his anger distant snapped back into the present with every step. A quick lunch before he was atop of vem.

because vey were near the water- one would quickly realize. The element that Jack held at his control. [glow=red,2,300]Water turned into a hand that would catch vem unawares- grasping at vir feathers, soaking vem and freezing vem solid. Three jets of the same small pool turning into spikes of the very same liquid.[/glow] A quiet snarl was on his expression as he stepped close into vir presence, even as a small kodkod as their form- Jack could swallow the crow whole.

They had half a mind to, but what was the enjoyment in that?

"[glow=#2F2F4F,2,300]Vale,[/glow]" they could gloat, but Jack had no time for overconfidence. He wanted to be done with this. Voice just a hush above a whisper- sounding so intimate and cold all at once. A Greeting- a goodbye in one. He looked towards the creature that had caused so much distaste as of late. Stirring up a ruckus. He needn't have worried- after all- most creatures fall to the want of needs. Water- air. Both were in his area of expertise. both would be this one's undoing. unless.

When was the last time he had eaten?

The quiet anger under his skin - and hunger for blood could both be satiated. Needs, it fell to needs. Jack was foolishly thinking, fogged thoughts from his slumber still clung no matter how much his anger had quelled most of it- he looked towards vem contemplatively before he made his choice.

he bit down.

ice crunched wonderfully under steel-clad teeth. [glow=red,2,300]Jack's small fangs aiming for the back of Vale's form.[/glow] Crunching through the bone as easily as the ice- birds so fragile and weak to the jaws of it's predator. hollow splintering into a asking maw- Jack awaited for the taste of blood. How could such a creature escape the trap it easily fell into? willingly took?