Ye Take the High Road and I'll Take the Low Road

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 07-19-2010, 01:45 PM

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hehehe...oh Loch Lomond. I couldn't help but makes a Scottish joke.
*points to Jazper* He be Scottish.

WC: 500+

It had been a few weeks since Jazper had come to Cour des Miracles in search of a teacher. Anann had gladly taken him in to teach him to ride a horse and he had found it not as terrible as he had imagined. He wasn't about to ride a horse every day and go out and tame his own, or so he thought, but they were now alright in his mind. Members of society worth giving some level of respect. Still the beasts were defiantly something he would have to get use to. It would be useful to Crimson Dreams to have a couple horses handy to help with any heavy objects as well as to use as an advantage in the case of war. However, he wasn't particularly concerned about war in Crimson Dreams. Jazper assumed the only thing that would cause his pack to go to war is if a pack from the north declared war on them. Aniwaya and Cour des Miracles were friends to the dreamers so an attack from them would just be a shock. The knight was not sure as to how close Savina and Anu were to the leaders of their neighboring packs. Perhaps, if one of them went to war Crimson Dreams would have to step in as well.

Today was a peaceful day though, regardless of the thoughts that ran through the coal warriors head in a constant wave. He had already started in the direction of the Miracle dwellers with his thoughts leading the way. Jazper needed to meet the leader of this pack. He knew Dawali to be a kind and peaceful man. The chief had even taken special care of Ghita after the barn collapsed and for that the ebony male would forever be in his debt. Dawali was a family man, a caregiver and a protector of his tribe but who was the leader of his other neighbors?

The hills were naturally beautiful at this time of year. Rolling one after the other like the waves that the Marino's held so dear to their hearts. It was the perfect setting to meet his new acquaintance. The hills joined the two packs together, a common neutral ground separating the two by peaceful and stunning greenery. He traveled on four steady and giant paws in his halfling form. Jazper would never walk on two feet anywhere outside of the pack. On the occasion he went up to the city he would carry his pack and word in his jaws until he got there. Today he didn't carry anything with him, not wanting to intimidate or seem a threat. He was a Knight till the end of course and could probably easily take down any challenger sword or no sword.

Jazper was just a friendly giant at heart but to see him you wouldn't be able to guess until he opened his mouth. In his Secui form the warrior looked like a small bear. His shoulders were broad and his pure mass and muscle showed off to the world. The ebony fur was thick in the winter time but in the summer he shed away leaving a sleek reflective black coat everywhere except for around his neck, which remained protected by a mane of tick fur. He stopped when he was close enough to the pack that he could be sure to be heard. Planting his paws in the grass he lifted his large snout up in the air with a baritone howl that echoed for miles calling to the leader of Cour des Miracles.

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