06-17-2021, 03:56 AM
WINTER CANNOT BE CHAINED
— THE FIRST FROST IS OVER, BUT IT WILL NEVER LEAVE US
[glow=grey,2,300]"You ruin all you touch, Vale."[/glow] Jack's voice is not meant to be a balm to the leader's ears. Bitter laid in the monotone speaking of the kodkod's own bloodied maw. A snap of bone as their teeth click shut. It was a barb the creature tossed at the feet of a rotting corpse, and even Jack turned away at the sight of the rotting visage [glow=#480000,2,300]-not out of disgust, but remembrance[/glow] - and turned towards the skulled mask the stranger wore along their face- a mask that was as easy to see through as the smell of ash and remnants of fire that clung to them.
Dragonfire had a curious smell.
He felt the want- the itch shiver up his spine, and he shoved it harshly down with a wave of [glow=#687C97,2,300]chill[/glow] exhaled around him like a plume of smoke, sand under his feet slicking on the little amounts of humity in the air turning the ground around him to frost. He kept the need- or rather want to snap harsher, to transform- and thrash and rend down. It was not the time to throw a challenge at the so called leader of the Pitt. On the edge of the border, where vey claimed to know the only witness around for miles.