THE CONFETTI OF SHATTERED MIRRORS // rampaging gore dragon

[j a c k .]

WINTER CANNOT BE CHAINED

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

TW: discussion of martyrdom

Tears, from the first visceral face. Ice blue iris swimming in a sea of blood red. Jack's body was a shaking, quaking mess. Reduced to nothing but ver image of ruin, of rot. It was a disgusting thing, to be reduced to rotting flesh and still have the whole presence. Where vale could claim ignorance, could claim numbness Jack had no such pleasure. His body was a host to a being who's very intentions was to punish.

Jack, as an aspect of winter- reduced to a leashed puppet of meat, the humiliation was one thing- yet the pain. Vale truly was of the pitt if this was how they treated their own. In one outcry the dragon sought to tore itself free, ripping the created beak from it's own flesh away- desperate and sobbing over silent- shirking pain. Inside his head Jack roared, it was hard to tell if the sound around the being rattled with the torrent of fire and ice, or the guttural roar of Jack's own vocal cords sobbing his single commands. consume, shriek, call for help

but no one would answer

all allies were scattered to the wind, and it left something bitter in them, it left something vicious that tore away at vale sharpen to pinpricks. Jack wanted even, and seeing silent- the once corpse god who Jack followed into war eagerly against this ruined clan of rot attacking him without an act of mercy.

For once, Jack allowed vale's vile nature to reign. His own working in tandem in the air around them freezing, blistering even the rotting dragon's own walking corpse. Air around them stilled as each place that made contact with them would freeze on contact. leaving hopefully chilling frostbite that would take hours days to thaw.

"[glow=red,2,300]SILENTREIGN[/glow]" the dragon howled, an echo of Jack's original voice cutting, guttural- hoarse and shrill all in one. "[glow=red,2,300]YOU LEAVE NOTHING BUT RUIN IN YOUR WAKE[/glow]"

Jack's large body shuddered, convulsed, their wings made of ice were flightless with the explosions of heat, shattered, melting wings coated in black tar-like blood of a dying carcass- their dying carcass lifted high into the air with a threat, but the whole form convulsed, shuddered.

"[glow=red,2,300]KILL IT. KILL ME DEAD![/glow]" Whatever composure the once guise of an imperator had shattered the instant something crawled inside his body, it was laid to waste as he felt his own body rot, maggots rolling inside his spine and burrowed into the winter that had once laid dormant. It was nothing, in comparison to this puppeteer turning him into a mere plaything. He wanted out wanted it gone, he wanted to welcome the final heave of breath and the end of all things if it meant vey were once and truly gone. The traitor turned executioner. The first leader turned into the blade Jack would only bear to wield against himself.

Jack, internally could only scoff at vale's croons. Like a clever manipulator vey were- Jack refused to listen, but at his lowest, at the sight of silent he could only prey for mercy- for death. Anything was better than the loss, the realization. He knew before Vale had come for him that he was alone, seeing the so called friend openly maim him? It meant nothing. He only craved peace- he wanted quiet, there was nothing quiet about vale. He wanted out.