ardent

tales of a world gone wrong

stika



Jack

Loner

age
4 Years
gender
Female
gems
0
size
Large
build
Medium
posts
64
player
Poser
12-29-2021, 12:22 AM













A zest and a zeal for life, insatiable hunger that took her over. Seized her. Kept her. They were the same things that kept her on this plane of being. Tastes of blood, of love, of brilliance, of passion-- those were the only things that seemed to keep Jack wanting and needing. An addict. Addicted to what? Life. Adrenaline. All of the positives. She'd trade all of the negatives for another taste of the positive, and another instance of brilliance. Fresh air and the spring afternoons, those were the things that kept Jack going. Days like today were the ones that made her feel alive.

Jack traced a path through the orchard with her gaze. There were overgrown patches and pieces, and the sandy girl wanted to throw herself into the thickets. There would be adventure here, and she hungered for it. Starved for it. So many things going on in her mind, but trouble was chief among them. Trouble. Either Jack would find trouble, or trouble would find her. If Jack was really lucky, she'd get both. For a girl that lived for excitement, downtime didn't come easily. The inside of her head was busy. So busy. Too many thoughts, far too many.

A scent came to her on the shifting spring breezes, and it wasn't the fermenting orchard fruit. No, there was a man here. Hell, maybe it was the trouble that Jack was hoping for. She allowed a rakish grin to spread over her features, a glimmer in her eye. From her perch on the hill, Hazel could see him. He was big. Taller than Jack, from what she could tell at this distance. As he neared, the difference was significant. The blonde girl allowed herself to remain perfectly relaxed as he spoke, as he came even closer. Lady, that was a new one. "What are you going to do about it, hmm?" Her head tipped to the side for just a moment, openly studying the stranger.

Not bad, if she had to say for herself. Silver swirled with darkness and pallor, long in the limbs, and a sight to be seen. Was it trouble that Jack caught in his steely eyes? She could certainly hope so.