no meaning in my pretending || JOINING

[j a c k .]

WINTER CANNOT BE CHAINED

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

Clever little fae a voice crooned, it's voice itching the back of his skull. Words twisted in a mimicry his vision trying- and failing to make sense of the lack of face in the presence of the voice that could only be descrived as love- a mother's soft voice crooning and out of reach. clever little mask you have made for yourself. The mask crumbled along the edge's of his stature, frayed fur and blood red eyes.

Now, Jack's patience wore thinner now; but he was still an ancient- there would always be a time to strike and, well- he learned the error of a too easy meal- hadn't he? Jack had an eye for masks, for the façade that danced across his siblings face- weather they knew of it's presence or not- Jack reveled in the pleasure of a role- an act to play. Now that patience for a cleaver little role in the land of beasts who tried to be worst and the blight that called itself king- Jack's patience- or care for his own mask was completely shattered.

Still, there was an interest- a dead set piqued focus underlined with mild irritation, that perked at the words. Narrowed eyed look far more assessing than judging. A theory yet to be proven, a question tasted in the air that Jack refused to acknowledge- another ancient- a kin. Maybe not in kind but of nature- except, one belonged within these lands. And the other?

Jack refused to back down from his mantle.

The bones along his neckline rattled, the wire along his neck straining under the swallow of his own expression. Wait

Vale's presence was one Jack braced against, and refused to budge. He expected to wince at the sight of the other- to flinch. But there was nothing but a spike in irritation leveled at the ardent- A, ah- settlement of their differences as vey called it. Jack held a grudge, and one that grew each swoop of ver pitch i rictus laughter. Jack set his teeth into a level blank stare. Bloodied eyes glowed onto the strangers- Aegons Introduction.

"[glow=Grey,2,300]My name is not yours, but you may call me Jack[/glow]"