Shrimp eyes Powerful vision:
Similar to his sister, he has extreme vision, with a high number of photoreceptors—he can see parts of the UV and IR spectrum, and can detect a small amount of hyperspectral color and polarized light, similar to, but not quite as extensive as, the Mantis Shrimp.
He possesses two sets of fangs, and carnivorous incisors, but has herbivorous molars. His diet consists of mainly vegetation (roots, mushrooms, nuts, and leafy plants), but if given the chance he will also eat insects, fish, small reptiles, birds if he can catch one, and mammalian carrion.
He is built like an elk (and not like a moose)—he is tall, with a long, woolly neck, nimble legs, and narrow hooves.
He possesses broad, spiraling horns in place of antlers.
Creatures of the underworlds are drawn to him, and he to them. He can sometimes be found with one climbing on him (he will occasionally open portals for them, if he feels them "rasping on the door", so to speak, but takes care to return them shortly after).
He preys on animals for food, and enjoys it. It is a rare instance for him to hunt any sort of cervid, but he isn't entirely put off by it.
Despite his voracious nature, Jareth holds a warm disposition towards those he knows, and even towards strangers, if they take the time to introduce themselves.
Manners are of great importance.
He is willing to settle disputes with a good brawl.
He is intensely drawn to witchcraft and magic.
Jareth is unfortunately not always a strong thinker. He can be easily fooled.
He is quick to anger, and also quick to cool down.
Jareth doesn't hold grudges. However, he will be wary of those who harm those he cares about.
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Scrape. Drag.
Scrape. Drag. Slither.
Unearthed.
It was unclear whether Jezabelle had left this realm or simply slumbered until she had been swallowed by the forest floor. In her timeline – many things were yet to come to pass. But what we know so far was she was born into a doting family. Her heart was shared by her twin, Jareth. Until one day all of this disappeared and she herself was lost to a previously slumbering force. She roamed the forest searching for them until her heart turned bitter and to stone. Jezabelle was someone she no longer recognised, but was also not ashamed. She had tossed it all aside. Jezabelle was strong, fearless, a viper.
There was no poetic way to explain what she saw next – but quite simply, there he stood in the distance, shaded by the canopy. The dusk light blended well with his pelt. Everything had changed yet she could still feel a faint thread of that connection. Like smoke she approached from behind. Silent. Unheard. It was Jareth. She became overwhelmed, angry, sad. Their parents had abandoned them, but then so had he? Had he? Jareth had been assume dead. Was it her fault?
Like oil slick on water the words rolled off her tongue. “Jareth…?”
She could not muster anything else. Jezabelle stood in utter disbelief. He had grown. The largest part of her had returned. She loved him for it and hated him all the same.
The "Otherworld", historians
Some of the fae folk had helped train him while he was there, however, and with time his powers began to grow strong once more. It was not without a price, as all things in the distant realm must be. Jareth had been entrusted as a guardian of certain types of fairies, particularly of the darker, demonic varieties. And so he had become their keeper, and had learned to once again venture between their homeland and his own.
Here he now rested, in the heart of the Endless Forest, that was all so familiar and yet unfamiliar to him, as years had passed in this dimension, though only a few moon cycles had turned while he was in the mists. His yellow eyes scanned the wood with uncertainty. He was glad to have returned, he thought, but he had seen no welcoming faces thus far.
A voice erupted from the grasses behind him, startling him. Jareth had not heard her coming, and for several heartbeats stood alert, head lowered instinctively so that the thickest portion of his horns greeted the stranger in place of a countenance.
Silence ensued. Wind danced through towering trees. Crows yammered at each other from their perches upon the bows. Jareth fought to steady his breath, as slowly his vision absorbed the doe's appearance like diurnal eyes adjusting to the dark of night.
Was it really her? She had grown tall, quiet and fierce, but the devilish glint in her stare was unmistakable.
"Jezabelle," he breathed.
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