JACK
Ignoring both the thunder of hooves and the affronted croak from above, Jack rises rather casually to his feet and sets off across the grass, aiming straight for the downed unicorn. His knife is already in his hand, but by the time he gets anywhere near the creature's head, a storm of thoughts comes barrelling into his telepathy and he pauses - just as a gore crow comes flapping down onto the unicorn corpse. (Unicorpse?)
Raising his eyebrows - because this is either an Attuned or something else - the captain is nonetheless careful not to give the game of his magic away, and instead continues forward, waving a hand to keep the crow away from this particular part of the equine. "Go eat down there, I need this part," he grunts, dropping to a knee and starting to saw his way into fur and flesh around that curled, pure horn.
Raising his eyebrows - because this is either an Attuned or something else - the captain is nonetheless careful not to give the game of his magic away, and instead continues forward, waving a hand to keep the crow away from this particular part of the equine. "Go eat down there, I need this part," he grunts, dropping to a knee and starting to saw his way into fur and flesh around that curled, pure horn.
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!
