07-11-2011, 09:15 PM
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WC: 300+
The Shiloh Hills were a second home to the friendly giant. Ever since he was a young teenager he had been exploring the area and now he could say he knew it like the back of his paw. The trees never moved, nor did the rocks or the shrubs or the hills. Everything seemed to be lost in time, only ever growing slightly year by year or becoming naked with the changing season. Soon enough some of the trees would be changing orange and red as the cooler weather returned. It was the time between the snow that Jazper did his best hunting, as you can imagine a black wolf was not very easily hidden in the winter and he was forced to save his energy for nightfall.
It was already the evening now and the sun was starting to set. It had been particularly hot the past couple days, almost unbearable for his pitch black coat. The underground tunnels had become a refuge for his large body as the heat was too much for him above ground until the evening time. However, his time underground was not satisfying to a male who believed himself a warrior and he had taken the evening to go on a hunt. In his passing he had come cross a relatively small female moose. She stood at around 6” tall, maybe 600 pounds tops, as she appeared thin. What had caught his attention was the limp in her walk. In his current halfling form he stood at a very large 4” and surpassed the 300 pound mark but he wasn't dumb enough to go after her without a little help so he carried on. With any luck he would come across a herd of deer and pluck off one of the larger stags with a little effort. The only downfall of hunting alone was that he had no one to make up for the speed he lacked in his large body.
"Talk."
WC: 300+
The Shiloh Hills were a second home to the friendly giant. Ever since he was a young teenager he had been exploring the area and now he could say he knew it like the back of his paw. The trees never moved, nor did the rocks or the shrubs or the hills. Everything seemed to be lost in time, only ever growing slightly year by year or becoming naked with the changing season. Soon enough some of the trees would be changing orange and red as the cooler weather returned. It was the time between the snow that Jazper did his best hunting, as you can imagine a black wolf was not very easily hidden in the winter and he was forced to save his energy for nightfall.
It was already the evening now and the sun was starting to set. It had been particularly hot the past couple days, almost unbearable for his pitch black coat. The underground tunnels had become a refuge for his large body as the heat was too much for him above ground until the evening time. However, his time underground was not satisfying to a male who believed himself a warrior and he had taken the evening to go on a hunt. In his passing he had come cross a relatively small female moose. She stood at around 6” tall, maybe 600 pounds tops, as she appeared thin. What had caught his attention was the limp in her walk. In his current halfling form he stood at a very large 4” and surpassed the 300 pound mark but he wasn't dumb enough to go after her without a little help so he carried on. With any luck he would come across a herd of deer and pluck off one of the larger stags with a little effort. The only downfall of hunting alone was that he had no one to make up for the speed he lacked in his large body.
"Talk."