01-09-2011, 12:20 AM
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WC:523
OOC: Sorry again for the wait!! :/
Talking short steps on four legs he was being a little more careful today. After shifting his wound had reopened and began bleeding, causing Amata to scold him lightly about shifting before it healed. If he was lucky he would stay in this form for a couple days then switch back to his luperci form to make traveling around Halifax easier. The ebony warrior had been debating heading up north again to Halifax for a few days now. He could use some new books for the library, or perhaps bring the pups back another toy or two. Halifax was a wonderful place full of new and interesting things. There was nothing more exciting than finding a treasure, be it an old instrument, jewelry or books, and bringing it back home to add to his collection and research.
Looking up to the sky he began to wonder what life would have been like if the humans were still around. Would they have learned to accept the newer advanced wolves? Or would there be war and hiding? Perhaps it was just better that that civilization was lost and they could start anew. They had messed up a lot of things and left their mark on every possible piece of the world it seemed. But now mother nature was taking back the city. Greenery was really more beautiful then an old brick house. Maybe one day they would end up just like the humans and ruin more things then they create. Or create things that destroyed lives. It amazed Jazper that humans could have been so smart but built weapons that could end a mans life in seconds. If they were smarter they would have stuck with swords and knives, at least then they all stood a chance.
Stopping suddenly he twitched his nose and gave another sniff. The smell of Dahlia de Mai filled his nostrils with every breath as he slowly followed the fresh scent. What would they be doing on Crimson Dreams land? Any logical adult knew better than to waltz onto another packs lands unless invited. Stopping behind some trees he caught a glimpse of a little brown hued girl playing in the snow. Scanning the area with his golden eyes he was surprised to find no one else was with her. How on earth did a Dahlian puppy make it all the way to Crimson Dreams? Keeping his tail low and trying his best to look as warm and kind as he could, given his size. “Can I help you?” He allowed his voice to slip into one he would use on his own pups. It was a calm and warm sound. “Are you lost?” He assumed that the little one had been separated on a trip or had simply wandered off. He hoped that if one of his pups wandered into another territory they would be as kind as to send him back to Crimson Dreams. Sitting down a few meters from the girl he smiled sweetly curious as to why she was trying to lift snowballs on top of each other. It was very odd behavior indeed.
WC:523
OOC: Sorry again for the wait!! :/
Talking short steps on four legs he was being a little more careful today. After shifting his wound had reopened and began bleeding, causing Amata to scold him lightly about shifting before it healed. If he was lucky he would stay in this form for a couple days then switch back to his luperci form to make traveling around Halifax easier. The ebony warrior had been debating heading up north again to Halifax for a few days now. He could use some new books for the library, or perhaps bring the pups back another toy or two. Halifax was a wonderful place full of new and interesting things. There was nothing more exciting than finding a treasure, be it an old instrument, jewelry or books, and bringing it back home to add to his collection and research.
Looking up to the sky he began to wonder what life would have been like if the humans were still around. Would they have learned to accept the newer advanced wolves? Or would there be war and hiding? Perhaps it was just better that that civilization was lost and they could start anew. They had messed up a lot of things and left their mark on every possible piece of the world it seemed. But now mother nature was taking back the city. Greenery was really more beautiful then an old brick house. Maybe one day they would end up just like the humans and ruin more things then they create. Or create things that destroyed lives. It amazed Jazper that humans could have been so smart but built weapons that could end a mans life in seconds. If they were smarter they would have stuck with swords and knives, at least then they all stood a chance.
Stopping suddenly he twitched his nose and gave another sniff. The smell of Dahlia de Mai filled his nostrils with every breath as he slowly followed the fresh scent. What would they be doing on Crimson Dreams land? Any logical adult knew better than to waltz onto another packs lands unless invited. Stopping behind some trees he caught a glimpse of a little brown hued girl playing in the snow. Scanning the area with his golden eyes he was surprised to find no one else was with her. How on earth did a Dahlian puppy make it all the way to Crimson Dreams? Keeping his tail low and trying his best to look as warm and kind as he could, given his size. “Can I help you?” He allowed his voice to slip into one he would use on his own pups. It was a calm and warm sound. “Are you lost?” He assumed that the little one had been separated on a trip or had simply wandered off. He hoped that if one of his pups wandered into another territory they would be as kind as to send him back to Crimson Dreams. Sitting down a few meters from the girl he smiled sweetly curious as to why she was trying to lift snowballs on top of each other. It was very odd behavior indeed.