Jack Frost
11-17-10, 07:52 PM
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"Oh Jack!" Ausra cried standing above her frozen prince. "My love" Jack muttered back, blood seeping from his torso wounds. "Don't die Jack! Don't Die!" The blond cried out in agony. "I'm sorry milove, there is nothing I can do!" the icy young teen said exhaling a cloud of fog. She watched the light in his eyes fade, and his last breath leave his lips. "No Jack! Noooo!" The young girl screamed in agony. If only Leski, their surgeon had survived to save him! If only!
"Damn it Jack wake up!" Squawked jolly the penguin. The young adult stirred slightly, his mind absolutely refusing to let go of the dream. The penguin squawked one more time as a warning, and then produced a small cane from his black suit jacket he was wearing. He growled and swung his cane with mighty force, cracking it over the boys head. "By the Thaynes!" Jack roared sitting up. "About time you woke up!" The penguin growled.
"There's no need to get violent you cranky bird!" Jack said rolling out of his sleeping mat. He rose to his feet and growled, surveying his tent in the elvish settlement. Everything was in order, meaning the place looked as if a tornado had torn through it. He looked for clothes, due to the fact that all he had on was a pair of boxers at the moment.
He quickly grabbed a set of black pants and a tight, sleeveless shirt. The pants had been buried under a pile of useless job offers that turned up little profit, his shirt had been hanging on one of the support beams for his tent. His tent was small compared to the others, barely tall enough for his six foot two frame to stand straight in, and about ten paces long in any direction from the center.
He bent over and picked up his big bulky black jacket which he had had always remembered having, and tossed it on. Many of the elvish women would call Jack handsome, and indeed he was. He had long silver hair that naturally spiked up, and beautiful teal eyes that could turn most normal women his age to mush with a glance. His skin was pale, and his body was well built. One would say he was sculpted out of marble, his face was sharp, angular, chiseled.
His outfit made it seem as if he was expecting winter storms, and he always wore it, even in the summer. He walked towards the exit of his tent and sighed, he grabbed his umbrella, which he was always in possession of, and exited the tent, ready to begin his day.
"Oh Jack!" Ausra cried standing above her frozen prince. "My love" Jack muttered back, blood seeping from his torso wounds. "Don't die Jack! Don't Die!" The blond cried out in agony. "I'm sorry milove, there is nothing I can do!" the icy young teen said exhaling a cloud of fog. She watched the light in his eyes fade, and his last breath leave his lips. "No Jack! Noooo!" The young girl screamed in agony. If only Leski, their surgeon had survived to save him! If only!
"Damn it Jack wake up!" Squawked jolly the penguin. The young adult stirred slightly, his mind absolutely refusing to let go of the dream. The penguin squawked one more time as a warning, and then produced a small cane from his black suit jacket he was wearing. He growled and swung his cane with mighty force, cracking it over the boys head. "By the Thaynes!" Jack roared sitting up. "About time you woke up!" The penguin growled.
"There's no need to get violent you cranky bird!" Jack said rolling out of his sleeping mat. He rose to his feet and growled, surveying his tent in the elvish settlement. Everything was in order, meaning the place looked as if a tornado had torn through it. He looked for clothes, due to the fact that all he had on was a pair of boxers at the moment.
He quickly grabbed a set of black pants and a tight, sleeveless shirt. The pants had been buried under a pile of useless job offers that turned up little profit, his shirt had been hanging on one of the support beams for his tent. His tent was small compared to the others, barely tall enough for his six foot two frame to stand straight in, and about ten paces long in any direction from the center.
He bent over and picked up his big bulky black jacket which he had had always remembered having, and tossed it on. Many of the elvish women would call Jack handsome, and indeed he was. He had long silver hair that naturally spiked up, and beautiful teal eyes that could turn most normal women his age to mush with a glance. His skin was pale, and his body was well built. One would say he was sculpted out of marble, his face was sharp, angular, chiseled.
His outfit made it seem as if he was expecting winter storms, and he always wore it, even in the summer. He walked towards the exit of his tent and sighed, he grabbed his umbrella, which he was always in possession of, and exited the tent, ready to begin his day.