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- Sebastian - 12-23-2011 [html]
It was a new month. Not much less cold; snow still fell softly on the ground, but thankfully there was far less wind. Still, it was nice weather for winter. Clouds hung around the sky, but this day had chosen to wear a soft duck-egg blue. The sun tried its best to light up the land, and Sebastian appreciated its efforts enough to go on an exploratory trek. He carried his quiver, bow and arrows slung across his back and his satchel over his shoulder. Stiletto daggers were sheathed in his pockets. His ear was adorned with a golden loop and the thin silver chain was around his neck. He felt ready. To feel especially ready, he had also brought two bottles of strong red wine in his satchel. The forest was full of maple trees, branches dipped under snow. Hardy paws carried him far, his bright orange eyes always on the lookout for something to draw. The city limits had been reached rather quickly and now he was in the relative wilderness. He'd caught and eaten a rabbit, taken a gulp of wine and a pleasing warmth had curled in his belly. It was several hours before he made a find. What appeared at first to be a large log cabin, a human invention. Though wolves were capable of creating such buildings- some of them, anyway- Sebastian was intrigued. Perhaps some human artefacts lay undisturbed. The lithe Italian padded up the door and pushed. Nothing. He turned the door handle. Nothing. He scowled, put his belongings on the porch and threw his shoulder against it. Aside from a squeak and a bruised shoulder, Sebastian gained no prize. The lean male stood in front of the obstacle, his arms crossed and his hips leaning to one side as he tilted his head. He could break a window, but that was unnecessary mess. Perhaps he could go down the chimney? Unlikely he would fit. Sebastian's brow furrowed as he considered this problem. He needed raw strength to force this door open. - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 12-23-2011 [html] OOC / +300
It had become a habit of his to come out to the Sugarwoods when he wished to be left alone in peace or simply to search out companies of others outside of the pack. He cared about each member, of course, but at times the same company and tasks got to the alpha and he would take off to the woods for some time to himself. I seemed as though Gunnar had yet to propose to young Fia, though he had permission from himself to go ahead. The father wondered if the boy would be well received by his daughter. With a little luck she would knock some sense into him and they would wait for mateship when they were a little older. It seemed that in his middle age the warrior was becoming more aware of the ways of the world and with that he became more cautious with his children, wishing them to make better choices but unable to stop them. .jazsex b {font-weight:bold; color:#65855b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #111d17; } .jazsex p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jazsex {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#3d4d47; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/nWS1f.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 357px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8777; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jazsex p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jazsex p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Sebastian - 12-23-2011 Sebastian was alerted by the accented baritone before the soft sound of footsteps on snow. He turned around, the expression of annoyance still on his fine-boned face until he actually got a look at the stranger who was now introducing himself. Sebastian looked up. And kept looking up. Right in front of him was a massive black beast, a tattooed wolf of terrifying proportions. He was extremely good-looking, powerfully built and extremely tall. He towered two and a half feet taller than the lissome artist and was far broader, thick-necked with biceps and legs like tree trunks. Sebastian's jaw dropped a bit, his eyes widening as his orange eyes travelled up the invitingly muscular body to the extremely handsome face of the man he could now identify as Jazper Rhiannon-Knight. The man was a giant. The Italian was abruptly aware of his own small stature, the leanness of his limbs. Despite the strength Sebastian possessed, it was nothing compared to this huge brute. He stared rudely for a few moments, the simple act of taking in this Adonis taking him longer than expected. Sebastian closed his muzzle, but couldn't quite keep the look of wonder off his face. "Uh, yeah," he stuttered for a moment. Then he appeared to compose himself somewhat, his surprise returning to a more socially acceptable look as he tilted his hips to another side, his arms still crossed. He glanced back to the door as he spoke. "I can't get the door to this place open," he admitted. His orange eyes returned to the stunning apparition, an inviting look in his eyes. "Would you be willing to help?" Sebastian sauntered over to the banister of the wooden porch and leaning on it, grinning at the older male in a friendly fashion. "I'm sure it'll be no trouble to you, and there's wine in it for you." Sebastian arched a questioning brow, curious to see if the dark male with the intriguing tattoo would take him up on the offer. - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 12-23-2011 [html] OOC / +300
There was a certain level of patience one had to have when you looked different. At least in his own case it was a good kind of different, although he would rather not have to deal with staring. The Knight smiled on, waiting for the little red male to react past his initial shock. “Genetics.” He spoke, thinking that if he was lucky enough the other would be book smart and know what the heck ‘genetics’ were and he would be allowed to skip the long story of the Scottish pack and generations of selective breeding for strength and size. It was a story he preferred to tell only when necessary as it usually led to the story of his parents death, and his adoptive parents bickering and split, and now his own split form his ex mate. It was indeed a rather depressing tale that he reserved for friends. .jazsex b {font-weight:bold; color:#65855b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #111d17; } .jazsex p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jazsex {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#3d4d47; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/nWS1f.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 357px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8777; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jazsex p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jazsex p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Sebastian - 12-23-2011 Sebastian knew what genetics were; he was extremely intelligent and had gone to school. Added to his inquisitive nature and fascination with humans, he had quite an extensive knowledge of homo sapiens. Still, that didn't prevent him from continuing his not-so-discreet staring at the huge male. He had to be at least eight feet tall. He was a skyscraper. If he had been any less friendly or looked much less good, Sebastian would have kept a hand on his dagger at all times. One could never be too careful with such a monstrously proportioned male around. Especially one with those scars. Oh well. Sebastian liked them tall, scarred and handsome. Jazper filled these requirements very nicely and then some. Still in mild shock, by the time the towering beast had pushed open the door with ease, Sebastian's features had settled into one of appreciation. He smiled wryly as his new best friend made a comment as he stepped inside and asked his name. Sure, it was no problem when one was at least 350 pounds of solid muscle and mass with the eight feet in height to make full use of it. "We can't all be massive hulks," he said wryly. Sebastian picked up his belongings and followed the huge male in, getting a good look at that toned backside, hidden as it was underneath too-short pants. Well, it figured; no human could possibly reach that height. Even his giant shirt had to stay unbuttoned. "I am Sebastian Auditore." He spoke quickly, his words lyrical. He left his bow and quiver of arrows by the door, taking his satchel with him. In a surprising move he made a sudden run forward, arching his flexible spine backwards and sliding on his knees between Jazper's legs until he reached the other side. He stood, spun and turned around, a jester's grin on his face as he made a flourishing bow. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Jazper." Sebastian ambled his way over to a couch and sat, his slim legs tucked against his body as he curled into a comfortable seat. It would take a lot of wine to get this boy drunk. Seb reached into his satchel and took out a green bottle, uncorking it with a corkscrew in his satchel and handing the entire thing to Jazper. He got the second one for himself. The lean Italian took a deep drink of the aromatic drink, staining some of the white fur on his muzzle pink. Orange eyes looked to the giant with a burning curiosity. "Thank you for your help," he smiled. "Your strength is quite incredible. If I can ask, where did you acquire that accent?" - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 12-23-2011 [html] OOC / +300
.jazsex b {font-weight:bold; color:#65855b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #111d17; } .jazsex p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jazsex {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#3d4d47; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/nWS1f.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 357px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8777; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jazsex p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jazsex p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Sebastian - 12-24-2011 Sebastian smiled from his resting place where he sat, his legs tucked up neatly. "Hardly a circus wolf," he demurred modestly. "An acrobat, a gymnast, a performer, an entertainer... Not quite a circus wolf yet." Yet being the operative word. He was probably the closest thing that Canada had to a circus wolf. If only he had a few flaming torches and juggling skills. Still, his speed and agility did come in very handy on the rare occasions he fought hand-to-hand. Sebastian was first and foremost a peaceable wolf. A lover, oh god was he a lover, not a fighter. Sebastian listened with rapt attention as Jazper spoke of his homeland. An explanation for his size and a very brief history as he drank some of the wine, taking two large swigs. Canada seemed to be full of wolves who enjoyed a drink Then the expected question. Sebastian leaned back, stretching out his legs as the giant had done moments ago. He took another large drink straight from the bottle, licking his lips as the white on his muzzle turned pink from a few stray drops. Orange eyes focused on Jazper's bright yellow eyes and extremely interesting tattoo as he spoke. "From the city of Sabini, where the humans called Italy. I loved the place; didn't care much for most of the people." Sebastian shrugged ruefully. "Still, I enjoyed my time there." For his next sentence, his words took on a deliberately slower pace. The lithe male's eyes focused on the wine bottle in his hand for a moment before he focused on that sun tattoo once more. "The thing I miss most," he continued, his smile edging up into a smirk, "is the heat. Snow was once a novelty." Truth be told, Sebastian was unsure how to continue with his gigantic companion. Despite his friendly manner, his towering size was inevitably somewhat intimidating. Out of curiosity, he stretched his arm out next to Jazper's. Bear-like strength and the lean power of a toned athlete. The difference was not especially flattering to Sebastian, but it did nothing to prevent his desire for Jazper's body. He didn't stop his eyes from wandering up and down that enticingly hulking body as he waited for a reply. - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 12-27-2011 [html] OOC: Put your courser over the Italian for translation / +300
.jazsex b {font-weight:bold; color:#65855b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #111d17; } .jazsex p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jazsex {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#3d4d47; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/nWS1f.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 357px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8777; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jazsex p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jazsex p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Sebastian - 12-28-2011 I don't know how to do that Sebastian chuckled warmly, taking another long drink of wine before he answered the giant. "Perhaps," he agreed breezily. "But agility and acrobatics are not the only things that count in a circus. I'm sure you could do a Strong Man act with ease," he complimented Jazper. If this imaginary circus ever appeared, perhaps the pair could even work out an act together. Such an act would probably comprise of the big black boy flinging Sebastian into the air to perform his acrobatics, which could certainly be fun. Concordato," he agreed, raising an eyebrow with an impressed look upon his face as Jazper spoke some Italian. His accent wasn't that great, but it was perfectly understandable. Italian was a lovely language, far more flowing than the clipped pace of English. It was a shame that it wasn't more widespread. His eyes wandered surreptitiously to Jazper's muscular torso as the bulky brute spoke, distracted by all that muscle he really wanted to get a good feel of. But he frowned as Jazper spoke of his wife, and felt a sudden mischievous hope. Perhaps Sebastian could be just the distraction he needed. The lean Italian knew he was very good at distractions. "She threw you out because you wanted to start a pack with her?" he asked, incredulous. There had to be more to the story than that, but Sebastian didn't pry. It was none of his business, anyway. "Fenris needs to be a little more creative," Sebastian said robustly, placing his bottle of wine on the ground. Even though Jazper had drank nearly the whole bottle, he hardly seemed even tipsy. Oh well; the wine took a while to work, and it would probably take another few bottles to get someone so huge drunk. The artisan leaned to the side and rested the back of his head in Jazper's lap, tantalisingly close to his prize. A playful smirk was on his black lips as he spoke, his voice huskier and smoother than it had once been. "Perhaps I could provide a distraction," he offered, orange eyes darkened with lust for Jazper's powerhouse of a body. One coal-coloured hand reached up and idly traced the scars on the handsome man's chest, one claw per scar. His head tilted to the side questioningly, a smirk still on his face. - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 01-05-2012 [html] OOC: If you "quote" my post you can see the coding for how I did the Italian = English hover / +300
The friendly giant had to chuckle along with the ginger male as they discussed the circus that had forever entertained the human race. He had never seen wolves do a full circus act, though he would never put it past luperci to have a traveling circus somewhere on this planet. It seemed that the older he became the more use to the human ways he became. As a young wolf he hadn’t been able to shift until Lucifer shared his blood with him as a young man, allowing him the gift of shifting. Human pleasures had become the norm for Jazper and it seemed odd to remember his old way of life with his biological parents, living in a cave. .jazsex b {font-weight:bold; color:#65855b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #111d17; } .jazsex p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jazsex {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#3d4d47; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/nWS1f.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 357px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8777; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jazsex p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jazsex p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Sebastian - 01-05-2012 ...I haz teh smartz. Thanks! Sebastian nodded in agreement as Jazper spoke of his ex-mate. Really... It seemed like quite a dramatic response, to throw someone from their room after a simple question. Well, the question wasn't actually simple, but still. It was a ridiculous thing to start a fight over. Calm discussion always fared better in the long run, especially between mates. And then, as Sebastian raised a daring hand and traced the path of a pinkish scar on his chest, Jazper smiled crookedly. He had quite a handsome smile, and that sun tattoo was striking. Despite his noncommittal response, every other signal screamed Yes to Sebastian. Especially that smile. His own sharp smile grew a little wider and he let out an appreciative purr of a growl as Jazper played with the fur on his chest with one giant hand. Sebastian put his hands behind his head. He seemed completely relaxed as he looked into Jazper's fiercely bright yellow eyes with his own smouldering orange. The Italian leaned over and gently kissed the dark giant's abdomen, his smooth and supple tongue running over coarse black fur. He kept one hand behind his head and reached up with the other, massaging Jazper's torso. "I think I can handle you," he purred, his smirk almost challenging the pack leader to rein him in. It was a direct, if playful, threat to the older male's dominance, which he hoped Jazper would reaffirm. - Jazper Rhiannon-Knight - 02-04-2012 [html] OOC: / +300
.jazsex b {font-weight:bold; color:#65855b; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #111d17; } .jazsex p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 16px; margin:0px;} .jazsex {margin:0 auto; width:450px; background-color:#3d4d47; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/nWS1f.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #0b052c; padding: 357px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#7d8777; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13.3px; text-align:justify;} .jazsex p b:before { content: open-quote; } .jazsex p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> [/html] - Sebastian - 02-05-2012 [html] OOC herpderp? / +yo numbah!
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