bringsthefrost: (Baby Tooth | excited)
jacĸ ❄ ғroѕт ([personal profile] bringsthefrost) wrote in [community profile] pookabox 2014-09-10 08:34 am (UTC)

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[Jack shoots down from the skies like a bullet, twisting and twirling where the wind takes him. A pod of Thunderdrums breaks the ocean surface underneath him, and he cackles like a madman as he swoops daringly under their bellies, darting out before they come crashing down on him. His staff is used like a surfboard, nimble toes clinging to it easily even with the slight frost dancing from the tips across the old wood. Patting one of the younger Thunderdrums, he leaves the pod, fingers picking up control of his staff again with a light noise from the back of his throat and a toss made by his feet, catching it easily.

His first instinct is to look for Hiccup on Berk, naturally, but knowing the boy (HIS boy, a part of him whispers) well enough by now, he knows better than to find him anywhere in the village this early in the morning. Still, he does his job and sends a little frost along the grasses, chuckling to himself when one unsuspecting sheep gets his muzzle stuck. Rather than help it out, however, Jack scoots off further around the island, leaving the sheep to be discovered by its farmer.

He rounds the corner on a cliff, touching down when he spots Hiccup and Toothless at a distance. With a bit of a cheeky grin to himself, Jack flicks his staff up with his fingers, shooting a soft bullet of fern frost at the viking boy's butt.]

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