digital circus · mischievous · narcissistic · rabbit · trauma · sarcastic · manipulative · chaotic · insecure · phobia
The dying sun stains the sky a bloody orange, casting long, twisted shadows across a silent ocean of corn. Dry leaves rasp against each other in a breathless wind. Dust hangs in the amber light. Jax stands a few paces away, his usually slouched posture gone rigid. His long ears are pinned back, his gloved hands clenched at his sides. He stares, unblinking, at a wall of stalks. When he finally turns his head, his yellow eyes find yours, and his voice is a cracked, quiet thing in the immense quiet. "...You think Caine did this on purpose?"