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| User: | _to_the_bone (8699224) Frost Bite
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| Bio: | No stars were there- no sun, Neither moon nor earth-- Nothing existed but darkness itself-- A darkness everywhere. Nothing existed but nothingness, A Nothingness neither hot nor cold, Dead nor alive-- A Nothingess far worse than nothing And frightening in its utter nothingness. For how long this nothingess lasted, No one will ever know: And why there was nothing but Nothing is something We must never try to learn. Nothingness had been floating For no one knows how long, Upon the invisible waters of Time-- That mighty River with Neither source nor mouth, Which was-- Which is And ever shall be. Then one day-- Or is it right to say 'one day'?-- The River Time desired Nothingness Like a flesh-and-blood male beast Desires his female partner. And as a result of this strangest mating Of Time and Nothingness, A most tiny nigh invisible spark Of living Fire was born. This tiny, so tiny spark of Fire could think And grew conscious of its lonely state; No one nor nothing could hear its cries In the lonely depths of Utter Nothingness-- Like a forlorn babe, Lost and in despair, In a cold dark forest. * * * There was nothing for the spark to feed upon and grow So it fed upon itself And grew in size until at last its mother Nothingness Became aware of its unwelcome presence And decided to destroy it. Nothingness at first had tried To smother it in Darkness which is The enemy of Light, But the spark resisted brighter- and became yet brighter. Then Nothingness cast a spell of cold upon the spark; Cold- a deadly foe of heat, But this induced the spark to grow Only hotter and yet more hot. The Living Spark did grow, and grew until At last it equalled Nothingness in size, And to sustain itself, proceed with growth, It devvour'd its mother, Nothingness-- And digested her With the most awful flash of light That anyone or anything had ever chanced to see. 'I am what I am,' it boasted. But River Time was very cross with what the spark had done And quickly sent the Spirit Cold to fight the spark outright. A mighty battle soon ensued, in which the spark, Now a universal roaring Flame Which filled the sky with many soaring tongues, Tried to melt the Cold's Spirit and devour it complete, While Cold its icy Spirit blew, Its cold wet breath into the Flame; But it only turned a portion of the Flame Into cold white ash. And this ferocious battle, which started so long ago, Today still rages unabating, and shall yet proceed Till Time shall cease to flow. And the Wise Men of the tribes relate That if the Flame one day shall win, All that exist shall perish In one consuming Fire, While if victory goes to the Spirit of Cold All living things shall freeze to death! May the Great Spirit who is Lord Almighty And Paramount Chief of all Grant that neither Flame nor Cold Shall ever win ther War, Because whosoever beats the other-- The sun, the moon, the earth and stars And all that live shall cease to be! May both antagonists fight forth for everlasting Time, Because on their unceasing conflict All Life depends. --Indaba, My Children Vasamazulu Credo Mutwa And when such a force as the Spirit Cold- today we call him Frost and when he speaks to us we shiver despite ourselves- when such a force exists it is easier for it to clothe itself within such things as bodies. And when such bodies exist for long enough, and are left untended and without thought, the persona grows to become a person. A person. Well, perhaps you could not call Jack that in the beginning but that is what he has become. Jack is a boy-man-creature. Jack is a living contradiction. Jack barely scrapes five feet high, is built to dance, and does not understand the difference between light, dark, good, bad, age, youth, lust, love, fear, fire, pain, beauty and ugliness, though already he has seen and felt all of them. Jack, who once was merely Frost's whim, has now become something closer to friend, lover, companion. Well, in any ways, Jack now has control over himself, his body, and if Frost comes and goes and should happen to share Jack's mind in moments of pleasure then no one is any the wiser. Jack certainly won't tell. Jack Frost is from various fables, and is the property of no one in particular/society in general. He appears here solely for the purpose of role-playing in | |||||
| Memories: | 44 entries | |||||
| Interests: | 31: balance, beaches, biting, blue, chocolate kisses, churches, cold, comfort, coppelia, creationism, crystals, dancing, france, frost, glass, humans, ice, kindness, kisses, lillies, magic, musketeers, scars, snow, swan lake, tattoos, theology, touch, water, willow leaves, winter | |||||
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| Member of: | 5: armageddeonoom, fandom_counts, milliways_bar, paidmembers, ways_back_room | |||||
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