03-25-2009, 10:05 PM
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OOC: Back dated to March 21?
WC: 300+
IC:
Four black paws dragged in the snow headed north in the melting cool snow. The past week had been worse then the human stories of hell. Legend had it that there is a place near the center of the earth where flames are as hot as the sun, where lava burns your very soul, where demons torture you in the most painful ways imaginable...or unimaginable. If this place existed then directions would have been much appreciated now. Nothing could be worse then his life right now after all.
The dead sound of knocking on the cabins wooden door proved what he had thought, Deuce had moved on again. Perhaps Haku had taken his talk to heart..or not. Either way the white wolfess he called mother was no longer living in the cabin for some time. Turning away he remembered that Haku was residing in Dahlia de Mai. The halfling wolf started off with a jerk. No longer was he patient for a walk, for sights or sounds or nature. No, Jazper had grown to despise the beautiful things in life he had once spent every morning enjoying.
The run must have took a good hour at full speed. The young adult was perfectly satisfied running for however long it would have taken to see Deuce. Training and hard work were a couple values he had learned at a very young age and they showed in ever muscle of his giant figure. His mind was clouded as he finally stopped, snow flying, at the pack boarder. The scraggly boy who had once stomped his paws in the spring dirt of Jaded Shadows had grown and calmed, became a respectable adult. However, the Jazz that once was was gone from his heart. The sweet, gentle soul was now crying, screaming and ready for a fight. Pacing he kicked at the snow impatiently once more and gave a forceful howl demanding his mothers attendance.
"hurry up!" He grumbled under his breathe
WC: 300+
IC:
Four black paws dragged in the snow headed north in the melting cool snow. The past week had been worse then the human stories of hell. Legend had it that there is a place near the center of the earth where flames are as hot as the sun, where lava burns your very soul, where demons torture you in the most painful ways imaginable...or unimaginable. If this place existed then directions would have been much appreciated now. Nothing could be worse then his life right now after all.
The dead sound of knocking on the cabins wooden door proved what he had thought, Deuce had moved on again. Perhaps Haku had taken his talk to heart..or not. Either way the white wolfess he called mother was no longer living in the cabin for some time. Turning away he remembered that Haku was residing in Dahlia de Mai. The halfling wolf started off with a jerk. No longer was he patient for a walk, for sights or sounds or nature. No, Jazper had grown to despise the beautiful things in life he had once spent every morning enjoying.
The run must have took a good hour at full speed. The young adult was perfectly satisfied running for however long it would have taken to see Deuce. Training and hard work were a couple values he had learned at a very young age and they showed in ever muscle of his giant figure. His mind was clouded as he finally stopped, snow flying, at the pack boarder. The scraggly boy who had once stomped his paws in the spring dirt of Jaded Shadows had grown and calmed, became a respectable adult. However, the Jazz that once was was gone from his heart. The sweet, gentle soul was now crying, screaming and ready for a fight. Pacing he kicked at the snow impatiently once more and gave a forceful howl demanding his mothers attendance.
"hurry up!" He grumbled under his breathe