07-28-2008, 11:58 AM
WC:378
The males form reflected his mood. He was no longer in the less threatening almost human form he had come to love wandering in. At this moment he was a pure werewolf with a temper thanks to his lack of pain tolerance in the past hour. His shorts seemed to cling tighter and he was not wearing a shirt, heck a shirt would not fit over his body in this form. His shoulders were broad and his back was curved as he stomped around quite scary looking to the average wolf. His amber eyes shot around like lightning and he looked for the white leader who had helped raise him.
This was not his usually self, this was Jazper's temper at it's best. the type of temper he had when he had first arrived at Jaded Shadows as a parent less pup angry at being stopped by a boarder and angry at the wold for his pain. The Jazper Rhiannon everyone had come to know was more of a thinker, a hunter, a good friend to talk too. He was calm and friendly always smiling and trying to make a good name for himself. This beast of a werewolf was large and unfriendly, definitly not Jazz's style.
Suddenly he stopped at the bottom of the porch and let out a growl grew in his throat. He had turned from just a plain old angry werewolf in pain, to a angry and in pain werewolf with an intruder on pack land. He gave a second sniff to be sure he hadn't mistaken this new wolf, maybe he or she was just new. As it was it had apparently not been on the land for very long. He lowered himself down onto all fours and sniffed the ground, following a trail of the new scent. He stopped dead in his tracks as he reached the entrance of the herb garden. His amber eyes were met with a she-wolf placing a bandage into her bag. Twilight Vale's bandage. Suddenly he let out an furious howl for Naniko warning of an intruder and lowered his head glaring at the she wolf. Suddenly with no warning he leaped at her in hopes of pinning her to the ground with his massive body.
The males form reflected his mood. He was no longer in the less threatening almost human form he had come to love wandering in. At this moment he was a pure werewolf with a temper thanks to his lack of pain tolerance in the past hour. His shorts seemed to cling tighter and he was not wearing a shirt, heck a shirt would not fit over his body in this form. His shoulders were broad and his back was curved as he stomped around quite scary looking to the average wolf. His amber eyes shot around like lightning and he looked for the white leader who had helped raise him.
This was not his usually self, this was Jazper's temper at it's best. the type of temper he had when he had first arrived at Jaded Shadows as a parent less pup angry at being stopped by a boarder and angry at the wold for his pain. The Jazper Rhiannon everyone had come to know was more of a thinker, a hunter, a good friend to talk too. He was calm and friendly always smiling and trying to make a good name for himself. This beast of a werewolf was large and unfriendly, definitly not Jazz's style.
Suddenly he stopped at the bottom of the porch and let out a growl grew in his throat. He had turned from just a plain old angry werewolf in pain, to a angry and in pain werewolf with an intruder on pack land. He gave a second sniff to be sure he hadn't mistaken this new wolf, maybe he or she was just new. As it was it had apparently not been on the land for very long. He lowered himself down onto all fours and sniffed the ground, following a trail of the new scent. He stopped dead in his tracks as he reached the entrance of the herb garden. His amber eyes were met with a she-wolf placing a bandage into her bag. Twilight Vale's bandage. Suddenly he let out an furious howl for Naniko warning of an intruder and lowered his head glaring at the she wolf. Suddenly with no warning he leaped at her in hopes of pinning her to the ground with his massive body.