Jesper
09-27-2020, 02:12 PM
Jesper has nothing to say. The black has had nothing to say. Hence, why he has remained, lurked silently, here on the Isle. To be honest, he lacks the energy and the will power to be too involved. He is tired of fighting, and done with any responsibility that requires too much of him. He is quite content to sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. Leilan, whom he still considers his brother, leads the North. He remains fond of the ice-dragon, even though he affiliates with Sabrina. Jesper had no problem letting her take over his position. He wants to take a backseat for now. Though, the hellhound continues to leave a sour taste in his mouth.
Today, the onyx-hued stallion could be found on the southern-tip. His back faces the arctic wind, coming from the north, while the star on his forehead points towards the afternoon sun, tracking west. Although spring hardly thaws the Isle, Jesper employs the quest-earned environmental adaptation to thicken his desert-type pelt and, line his extremities with dense hair. His dark color absorbs all of the warmth the daystar offers and, when combined with his practical trait, the stallion can more than adequately sunbathe. His long-lashed lids close over his icy-blue gaze. His thickly tufted lobes remain alert though, he is the least bit concerned about a sneak attack. Jesper's right hind bends at the fetlock to rest that limb while the other three balance his lean mass. Throughout the harshness of living here, the black is grateful for his ability to fox-shift and adapt.
His body language invites any to approach. He is calm and relaxed, simply taking in the sun. Jesper would love to strike up a conversation (not new information), whether it be with a resident he has not met or, a familiar face.
Today, the onyx-hued stallion could be found on the southern-tip. His back faces the arctic wind, coming from the north, while the star on his forehead points towards the afternoon sun, tracking west. Although spring hardly thaws the Isle, Jesper employs the quest-earned environmental adaptation to thicken his desert-type pelt and, line his extremities with dense hair. His dark color absorbs all of the warmth the daystar offers and, when combined with his practical trait, the stallion can more than adequately sunbathe. His long-lashed lids close over his icy-blue gaze. His thickly tufted lobes remain alert though, he is the least bit concerned about a sneak attack. Jesper's right hind bends at the fetlock to rest that limb while the other three balance his lean mass. Throughout the harshness of living here, the black is grateful for his ability to fox-shift and adapt.
His body language invites any to approach. He is calm and relaxed, simply taking in the sun. Jesper would love to strike up a conversation (not new information), whether it be with a resident he has not met or, a familiar face.