03-28-2010, 01:28 AM
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WC:300
The night air was fresh, and crisp as the large brute drew in a deep breath. The cool air tickled his nose and throat as he took a deep breath. The world was beginning to warm slightly however, the snow clung to the ground and trees holding their grip as though refusing to leave him be. The winter had been drawn out, the warm weather was approaching yet the white fluff never left his sight. It was a wonder the pups loved it so much. For a dark furred wolf, snow was not always good for hunting. The day time was no use for hunting so, Jazper resorted to having a nap in the evening and going on a night patrol, hunting in the cover of the night.
He loved night time, the world was so quiet. Aro and Sophia were tucked into bed being told storied from their mother, the members of the pack were all safe and sound within the manor's strong walls and the sound of owls, and distant howls were the only disturbance to the otherwise silent night. He took each step lightly, allowing only for the tiniest sound to be made, he would not catch a thing if he made to much noise at night. As he walked along a strange, unfamiliar scent began to gentle nudge itself into his nose. Curiously, the Knight started toward the strange smell, letting the night and the trees cover his jet black body. Paw prints began to appear and his heart began beating rapidly, there was a stranger in their territory. Quickly, his speed hastened, the snow crunching under his own giant set of claws. Finally, the warrior found himself skidding to a halt right in front of a young white male. “Can I help you?” He asked in a deep growl.
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WC:300
The night air was fresh, and crisp as the large brute drew in a deep breath. The cool air tickled his nose and throat as he took a deep breath. The world was beginning to warm slightly however, the snow clung to the ground and trees holding their grip as though refusing to leave him be. The winter had been drawn out, the warm weather was approaching yet the white fluff never left his sight. It was a wonder the pups loved it so much. For a dark furred wolf, snow was not always good for hunting. The day time was no use for hunting so, Jazper resorted to having a nap in the evening and going on a night patrol, hunting in the cover of the night.
He loved night time, the world was so quiet. Aro and Sophia were tucked into bed being told storied from their mother, the members of the pack were all safe and sound within the manor's strong walls and the sound of owls, and distant howls were the only disturbance to the otherwise silent night. He took each step lightly, allowing only for the tiniest sound to be made, he would not catch a thing if he made to much noise at night. As he walked along a strange, unfamiliar scent began to gentle nudge itself into his nose. Curiously, the Knight started toward the strange smell, letting the night and the trees cover his jet black body. Paw prints began to appear and his heart began beating rapidly, there was a stranger in their territory. Quickly, his speed hastened, the snow crunching under his own giant set of claws. Finally, the warrior found himself skidding to a halt right in front of a young white male. “Can I help you?” He asked in a deep growl.
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