He sat silently thinking to himself as he leaned back in the large lounge chair. The library was always a nice quiet place for thinking, imagination, or just sitting and closing your eyes. It was a typical fall day and winter was obviously fast approaching. The ebony male allowed his golden eyes to close shut and his mind to wander to the upcoming events in his life. As scary as it may seem Aro and Sophia where adults now. Out and about exploring outside the territory. Aro had managed to go all the up to the northern pack lands without Ghita or himself knowing until he showed up late the next day. It made Jazper feel old when he thought about how old his son and daughter were getting. They were full grown for crying out loud! When he was their age he had fallen in love over night, went to Halifax for short getaways and drank until he couldn't remember what had happened. He couldn't even imagine Aro and Sophie doing such mature things. They were still his babies. Ghita was due very soon now. Her belly was close to the ground, bigger than it had been with their first litter. Her size made Jazper's heart race and his mind wheel with anticipation. Just how many pups was she going to have? This time around was different then the last. With Aro and Sophia around Ghita and Jazper could have them take care of the pups and give the pair a break. He always wanted a baby brother growing up. Someone to love and shelter and teach the secrets of being a kid to. With a smile he stood up, an idea filling his head with excitement. Aro was an adult, a Knight, he was about to start a new adventure of his own with little siblings watching all the way. With a howl he called his son to join him. Jazper had a surprise for his son. |
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<style type="text/css"> .arotable b {font-weight:bold; color:#7c5908; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .arotable p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .arotable {width:400px;border:1px solid #7c5908;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... otable.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:285px;background-color:#120102;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#511b0e;} </style> MUSE MUSE MUSE MUSE x.x He stood tall watching the wall open from behind the painting, it was amazing and his shock of such treasure wasn't hidden in his face. Aro couldn't mask an emotion if his life depended on it...well not for long that is. He was seconds behind his father when it came to walking inside the 'vault'. His eyes looked around in wonderment, it was like he was a pup all over again. Ears in full attention, and not faltering in the slightest when his father spoke, "...it is fantastic!" he blurted out in a near whisper. Aro loved weaponry, much like he loved the stars. He had always been curious of human creations and theories and findings. This was like a child with candy to him. He looked back to his mentor and father with a grin unable to be hidden from sight. He then looked to the right of his dad seeing the other human treasures and trinkets. So, his father been holding on him, he wanted to laugh a little but could sense something more serious going on, so he did his best to be serious in his situation. Finally, his dad went on to the true reason he was brought here, and the young Marino/knight pulled his full attention to the ebony parent. He was sort of trying to stay away from the topic of being a big brother, but it seemed it meant the world to his father, so he didn't protest it, let alone he was ready to build his own life separate here. He wasn't wanting to be disconnected from his family, he just yearned independence, just to feel it. It was when his father spoke of tradition he smile, this was something he took to heart. It made him feel Pride for his family, he was a protector, a born hero. His childhood fantasies played in his head, but he knew it was more serious than childhood fantasies. It was a big responsibility, a responsibility he took with great pride. As his father went on, he felt himself get nearly choked up. Aro was a sentimental being, but he wouldn't let it on as it made him feel stupid to be so sentimental. He tried to swallow it as he listened and watched as his father picked up a sword. His eyes lite up like the stars. He had always favored the sword, it was like his calling to own one, and here his father handed him one. He breathed it as he took it looking it over as he felt his body shiver with excitement, he didn't know what to do and all he could do was stare at its beauty. The grip was a ruby red with a bronze pommel and cross-guards, while the blade itself was a beautiful silver tone. It was a simple sword but it had a history, he could tell by just looking at the blade with its characteristic dings and nicks. He breathed in puffing out his chest a little looking up to his father, "Thank you.." He let out a nervous joyful smile as he held the blade like it was something that could shatter if it wasn't held with gentleness. He looked back down wondering if it had a scabbard or not, though it mattered very little to him as he knew he could make one as he had for his wooden sword. It was humorous really as he hadn't played with his wooden sword in months, still it was a part of him and he loved it...but not as much as he loved this real one.
12-19-2010, 12:46 AM
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<style type="text/css"> .arotable b {font-weight:bold; color:#7c5908; letter-spacing:1px; } .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:10px;} .arotable p {text-indent:25px;padding:5px 10px;margin:0px;} .arotable {width:400px;border:1px solid #7c5908;background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v26/K ... otable.png);background-position:top center;background-repeat:no-repeat;padding-top:285px;background-color:#120102;text-align:justify;margin:10px;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:11px;line-height:12px;color:#511b0e;} </style> I a bit formal XD Too formal for Aro, but eh, lol. I think this post wraps it up, eh? He could feel the tension, and it wasn't a bad tension, but there was certainly a weight on his chest. This was a true Knight moment. He loved the sword and just couldn't have ever imagined having one gifted to him by his father. The words spoken by his elder, made him know the seriousness that surrounded the words, "I'd never forget." He knew he wouldn't, no. He wouldn't ever dare forget anything his father taught him, or his mother. Both meant more to him, and yet sometimes he wondered what made him feel so strongly about family. Perhaps, it was burned into him after the fight, the one fight he'd never want to repeat again. Aro was easily impressionable, but only by his family, and friends. Though, he hadn't had an enemy, or have a bad influence on him yet. Again, he still had a lot to learn. At times, he'd refuse to acknowledge how very little he knew, but there were times he admitted it. His eyes looked back to the sword with all its beauty as he thought about the words previously stated. He felt completely honored. This sword meant his father believed he was ready, ready as a Knight. That was why he felt weight on his chest. He wanted to cry, but not tears of sadness, tears of joy, however, he refused to cry. Not because he thought tears were weak, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, to allow them to even show. He gulped down the lump that he felt beginning to form in his throat. "I'll do my very best to honor the family name; Knight." He lowered his muzzle just enough in respect to his idol, teacher, and most of all his father. No matter how old the tuxedo boy was, he'd always seek his father's approval above all else. |