Corrupt | Jack & Pitch (fearisms)
The sky was darkening quickly, and once again the shadows were preparing to consume everything for the night. It was quiet. Jack was sitting on a branch up in the tree, he was still, motionless.
One more snowflake was slowly descending onto the ground as the day was coming to it's end. He had ran away. Or maybe not, but he had just... He wasn't even sure anymore.
But the only option Jack had seen was getting away from the other Guardians. So just had to get away. He didn't feel like one of them, and their disagreements hadn't been helping them much.
A heavy sigh left Jack's lips, his eyes staring into nothingness as he just sat there with the staff in his other hand. He felt tired in some way, just... tired, powerless. And the silence had taken place all around the forest.