01-31-2010, 12:24 AM
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OOC: Length is no problem!
WC: 537
Two of the packs had these wild beasts running around. Personally, he was rather confused by them however, rather amused and intrigued because of Heath's demonstration of how they were caught, and which ones not to go after. He had not thought about the strange thin male for some time now, the black beast remained solidly engrained in his thoughts though. The Valley raised cattle for prey, raised like the Tribe apparently raised these horses. The horses were used for transportation though, not prey. Jazper had spent his life building up his strength, making sure he could protect everyone around him if the time came to defend his family. The mother and father he once new had fallen because he was unable to do anything to stop the coyotes and the mere thought of the same thing happening to his family sent shivers up his spine. Why would you use any transportation besides your own strength? You would just be crippling yourself.
The Knight simply dismissed the commonly found apology after the story of his parents. There was no need for a stranger to feel sorry for him, he wasn't a young pup anymore and he had quite obviously started a new life. Yes, there was always a little reminder, a tiny voice in the back of his head that guilt him for living, for not being strong enough, for being useless. He would never be useless again, and his size and muscles proved it. At the mention of Brooklyn as a pup his face calmed and a smile grew. “They were a rather cute litter.” He boasted. Crimson Dreams always had cute pups running around. It was one thing that made growing up there so special, there was always a future, a next generation of someones family. As Jazper was reminded of Heath once again he began to chuckle along with the tribe leader. The scene hadn't been so humorous at the time but now, now it was just hilarious to think back tot he image of the boney looking male being dragged.
The coal male returned to his silence as he watched the creature who went by the name of Belle. Did the horses know the concept of a name? The idea itself was interesting, wolves riding horses. His golden eyes grew as Dawali confirmed that he could indeed touch the animal. Very gently he raised a large ebony hand as he moved towards the animal slowly. Carefully he placed the hand on her side and stroked it with sweet and long sweeping movements. He rib cage moved up and down with every breath the mare took and Jazper found himself memorized. “The pups would love this.” He said in a whisper as his golden eyes turned their attention back to the red wolf, his hand never leaving Belle's side. “Why do you ride horses anyways? Couldn't you just walk or run?” The question was still bugging him as he was positive he could run as fast as the beast. Perhaps it would be nice to have a little help carrying things when traveling but with Aro and Sophia being so young traveling for long periods of time was not an issue.
OOC: Length is no problem!
WC: 537
Two of the packs had these wild beasts running around. Personally, he was rather confused by them however, rather amused and intrigued because of Heath's demonstration of how they were caught, and which ones not to go after. He had not thought about the strange thin male for some time now, the black beast remained solidly engrained in his thoughts though. The Valley raised cattle for prey, raised like the Tribe apparently raised these horses. The horses were used for transportation though, not prey. Jazper had spent his life building up his strength, making sure he could protect everyone around him if the time came to defend his family. The mother and father he once new had fallen because he was unable to do anything to stop the coyotes and the mere thought of the same thing happening to his family sent shivers up his spine. Why would you use any transportation besides your own strength? You would just be crippling yourself.
The Knight simply dismissed the commonly found apology after the story of his parents. There was no need for a stranger to feel sorry for him, he wasn't a young pup anymore and he had quite obviously started a new life. Yes, there was always a little reminder, a tiny voice in the back of his head that guilt him for living, for not being strong enough, for being useless. He would never be useless again, and his size and muscles proved it. At the mention of Brooklyn as a pup his face calmed and a smile grew. “They were a rather cute litter.” He boasted. Crimson Dreams always had cute pups running around. It was one thing that made growing up there so special, there was always a future, a next generation of someones family. As Jazper was reminded of Heath once again he began to chuckle along with the tribe leader. The scene hadn't been so humorous at the time but now, now it was just hilarious to think back tot he image of the boney looking male being dragged.
The coal male returned to his silence as he watched the creature who went by the name of Belle. Did the horses know the concept of a name? The idea itself was interesting, wolves riding horses. His golden eyes grew as Dawali confirmed that he could indeed touch the animal. Very gently he raised a large ebony hand as he moved towards the animal slowly. Carefully he placed the hand on her side and stroked it with sweet and long sweeping movements. He rib cage moved up and down with every breath the mare took and Jazper found himself memorized. “The pups would love this.” He said in a whisper as his golden eyes turned their attention back to the red wolf, his hand never leaving Belle's side. “Why do you ride horses anyways? Couldn't you just walk or run?” The question was still bugging him as he was positive he could run as fast as the beast. Perhaps it would be nice to have a little help carrying things when traveling but with Aro and Sophia being so young traveling for long periods of time was not an issue.