there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Jack won't have to speak for Flora to recognise that something is going on with him; stiffening at her side and growing pale at the strange half-sentience that slithers along his telepathy, his breath catches in his throat and he turns instinctively towards the presence. The signet ring and the jaguar are a good red herring - he doesn't know what has picked it off, but it's not the thing ripping up the trees, and Jack wastes little time before a veritable wall of ice erupts from the ground at their feet, as if to provide an extra barrier between them and whatever is coming.
"There's more here than just foxes," he whispers, nudging the Doubletake away from the wall as if to silently tell her to fucking run. "We'll circle back to The Ark as quick as we can," he tells her, already on the move in precisely the opposite direction to the thing in the forest. He doesn't go too quickly, though - call it a deathwish and Jack will call it caution, but he wants to keep that presence in range if only because then he'll know where it's coming from.
"There's more here than just foxes," he whispers, nudging the Doubletake away from the wall as if to silently tell her to fucking run. "We'll circle back to The Ark as quick as we can," he tells her, already on the move in precisely the opposite direction to the thing in the forest. He doesn't go too quickly, though - call it a deathwish and Jack will call it caution, but he wants to keep that presence in range if only because then he'll know where it's coming from.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
