JACK
Jack has avoided the Fangs since their arrival at Caido's frostiest region, and for good reason, he'd thought. A place with a name like that sends images of towering, sharp peaks and impossible to navigate ravines shooting through his mind, and the old maps he'd seen of Halo pair up with that impression quite faithfully. But of course, since the war the Fangs are much deteriorated, and as they finally do come into view from his ship, he lets out an audible sigh of relief.
"What happened there?" he wonders; there's evidence that the mountain range did indeed used to live up to the name given to it, but low and craggy and mostly open, now it looks more like a puppy's bite than a dragon's. Leaving someone else at the helm and turning up the collar on his thick coat as he heads onto the deck, he grabs up his spyglass so he might take a better look. "I can see trails through the ice. People go out there on purpose?"
"What happened there?" he wonders; there's evidence that the mountain range did indeed used to live up to the name given to it, but low and craggy and mostly open, now it looks more like a puppy's bite than a dragon's. Leaving someone else at the helm and turning up the collar on his thick coat as he heads onto the deck, he grabs up his spyglass so he might take a better look. "I can see trails through the ice. People go out there on purpose?"
you are a quiet god
and your hunger is cavernous
and your hunger is cavernous
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
