Fancy Foggy walk (event)
Jack
Calico Jack
Raider
Master Fighter (465)
Master Navigator (285)
Marauder
age
3 Years
3 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
90
90
player
Hermes
Hermes
10-29-2022, 11:56 AM
Nico’s words have Jack dipping his head in agreement as fear slowly crawls along his spine. With a chuckle, the patchwork pup tries to push his anxiety away and says, “Yeah, I agree. Do you think that all the other statues and their lands are like this one?” Curious icy blue eyes glance to his friend before returning to scan the area around them. Even through the ever-thickening fog, Cal can see the thick vegetation all around them.
It is strange that, in spite of all rotting carcasses and dried blood, the vibrant green of the moss and ivy still stand out. Nico’s question about controlling plants has Jack shrugging as he says, “If the statue really is a god, do you think its powers would be limited to only creating… this?” a paw waves in front of him at a pile of bones peeking out from under a bush. Truthfully, Cal doesn’t know much about what gods can and cannot do but the thought of restricting their powers seems naïve.
As Nico voices his next thought, Calico bites back a chuckle as he says, “Hey, now. Don’t go giving it ideas.” He tries to make the chuckle that rolls out sound natural but, to him, feels forced and thin. Unexpectedly, Jack feels as if the thick canopy that hangs above them begins to close in and Jack’s unease grows. Heaving a sigh, the pup looks to his friend and says, “Come on. I thought we were being ‘respectful’.”
He drawls out the statement, pretending to be bored while unvoiced mirth hides in Jack’s icy gaze. Calico tosses Nico a wink before adding, “Well, what do you say we head home? Get some… not rotted food and stuff.” With that, Jack points the boys back toward home and strikes out.
"Calico Jack"
It is strange that, in spite of all rotting carcasses and dried blood, the vibrant green of the moss and ivy still stand out. Nico’s question about controlling plants has Jack shrugging as he says, “If the statue really is a god, do you think its powers would be limited to only creating… this?” a paw waves in front of him at a pile of bones peeking out from under a bush. Truthfully, Cal doesn’t know much about what gods can and cannot do but the thought of restricting their powers seems naïve.
As Nico voices his next thought, Calico bites back a chuckle as he says, “Hey, now. Don’t go giving it ideas.” He tries to make the chuckle that rolls out sound natural but, to him, feels forced and thin. Unexpectedly, Jack feels as if the thick canopy that hangs above them begins to close in and Jack’s unease grows. Heaving a sigh, the pup looks to his friend and says, “Come on. I thought we were being ‘respectful’.”
He drawls out the statement, pretending to be bored while unvoiced mirth hides in Jack’s icy gaze. Calico tosses Nico a wink before adding, “Well, what do you say we head home? Get some… not rotted food and stuff.” With that, Jack points the boys back toward home and strikes out.
