pirate metal x viking metal: the crossover episode
calico jack seasonal
Calico Jack
Raider
Master Fighter (465)
Master Navigator (285)
Marauder
age
3 Years
3 Years
gender
Male
Male
gems
90
90
player
Hermes
Hermes
02-01-2023, 11:04 PM
A symphony rings out around the wolves, the sounds of pain are accompanied by laughter and offset by the noises of different creatures. The hiss of a cat, the bark of a dog, the caw of parrot, the snarls of wolves, and cries of the coyotes all mix and mingle in the cold winter air. Violence is the music, their heartbeats the tempo, and the two wolves dance with the steps of tempests given form. Where the huge shadow misses a coyote, the patchwork pup is there, ripping and tearing until its life is spread in a gory message across the pristine white of the snow.
They do not know each other but, in the heat of battle, Calico Jack feels that he understands this wolf. He is the shadow in the corner of the boy’s mind that whispers for blood; the violent fantasies that he dares not allow to see the light of day for fear of being shunned. But this is living; dancing on the edge of a knife where one step too far off center will end in disaster. A coyote lunges toward the pup and he easily smacks it down, sending the unfortunate creature careening into the waiting jaws of the shadow.
Hot blood steams on the cold face of the snow and still, they do not stop. They kill all the hungry coyotes that dared to stalk a wolf, only stopping when the area is no longer white and the coyotes, no longer breathing. Jack pants, drawing the frigid air deep into his lungs and expelling great clouds of vapor. Never, in his short life, has the boy felt anything so exhilarating. He had been brought into this world in the midst of a battle, his birth was a baptism of blood… it is only fitting he fills most alive here.
WC: 306
Total WC: 1602 / 1500
"Calico Jack"
Art & Code © Skelle 2023
They do not know each other but, in the heat of battle, Calico Jack feels that he understands this wolf. He is the shadow in the corner of the boy’s mind that whispers for blood; the violent fantasies that he dares not allow to see the light of day for fear of being shunned. But this is living; dancing on the edge of a knife where one step too far off center will end in disaster. A coyote lunges toward the pup and he easily smacks it down, sending the unfortunate creature careening into the waiting jaws of the shadow.
Hot blood steams on the cold face of the snow and still, they do not stop. They kill all the hungry coyotes that dared to stalk a wolf, only stopping when the area is no longer white and the coyotes, no longer breathing. Jack pants, drawing the frigid air deep into his lungs and expelling great clouds of vapor. Never, in his short life, has the boy felt anything so exhilarating. He had been brought into this world in the midst of a battle, his birth was a baptism of blood… it is only fitting he fills most alive here.
WC: 306
Total WC: 1602 / 1500
Art & Code © Skelle 2023