JACK
Yeah, yeah, yeah - Mourn is quiet and peaceful and there are offerings and people sit in tranquility to grieve their loved ones and whatever. More importantly, though, there's a chance of seeing unicorns. And the good captain has his eye on one and the horn in its head before the night is through; it's his last stop, in fact, before returning to Torchline for the foreseeable future. He'd landed The Ark in the safety of the waters just beyond the Boondocks, preferring to get this little bit part of his quest over with alone and on foot.
The sun has just sank down beneath the horizon, painting the sky in dying hues of pink and indigo, and Jack has spotted a herd of the pale, horned equines just over a rise where he's been walking. It isn't often that he has to hunt anything on land, but in the past few days alone there have been boggarts and mirage crabs and fuck knows what else along the way, so this, he thinks, shouldn't actually be too difficult.
Unicorns don't have sharp teeth, tentacles or pincers, and as far as he knows, they also don't become your worst nightmare right in front of you. A win-win, in Jack's book.
The sun has just sank down beneath the horizon, painting the sky in dying hues of pink and indigo, and Jack has spotted a herd of the pale, horned equines just over a rise where he's been walking. It isn't often that he has to hunt anything on land, but in the past few days alone there have been boggarts and mirage crabs and fuck knows what else along the way, so this, he thinks, shouldn't actually be too difficult.
Unicorns don't have sharp teeth, tentacles or pincers, and as far as he knows, they also don't become your worst nightmare right in front of you. A win-win, in Jack's book.
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
