JACK
A hunter is giving Jack far too much credit for what he's just done; he doesn't make a habit of it at all, in truth, but if he needs to kill something to get a job done, so be it. At the croaking demand for Eyes!, he does roll his own, before nodding at the unicorn skull. "Once I've got the horn out of its head, the rest is all yours," he drawls, before falling quiet to continue to extract the appendage from the innocent creature.
It isn't a surprise, not for Jack, that crow becomes woman in a matter of moments; he doesn't even look up from his task as her dark and gilded thoughts come slipping across his magic like silk over a knife. Smirking, he rolls his shoulder in a shrug. "Depends on your appetite," he drawls. "I'm an acquired taste."
Sitting back at last, bloody to the elbows and with flecks of red on his face, he holds the unicorn horn aloft. "There. Have at 'er."
It isn't a surprise, not for Jack, that crow becomes woman in a matter of moments; he doesn't even look up from his task as her dark and gilded thoughts come slipping across his magic like silk over a knife. Smirking, he rolls his shoulder in a shrug. "Depends on your appetite," he drawls. "I'm an acquired taste."
Sitting back at last, bloody to the elbows and with flecks of red on his face, he holds the unicorn horn aloft. "There. Have at 'er."
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!
