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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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Horribly sorry for the wait, halloween has me scrambled.
The boy had been walking, pacing trying to figure out how to tell his parents he wanted to travel, to go places to explore. Last time he left the pack lands and entered another his parents--well..you know. He didn't want to go through that again, plus, soon there were going to be new pups arriving, more siblings and he wanted to travel while he could. He knew that the younger siblings would be tagging along on all sorts of adventures and frankly, Aro wanted to enjoy this 'free time' while he could. Surely, at least dad would understand, right? His black velvet ears perked intently to the sound of his fathers deep, excited howl. Something had his father excited and he was curious so he didn't hesitate to respond with a howl then he took off running shifting down into the form in which he was born. He ran over the vast landscape, the green grass blanketed leaves of gold, red, orange, yellow, and browns. It was his first fall and man was it pretty. He felt like the wind was beneath his paws as he kicked up the leaves, stealing a glance behind himself to see them blowing in the gust of wind he created.
Finally the youth made it home and leaped into the open window and scrambled to the library. Upon skidding to a stop like the rambunctious young male he was he looked to the all black male lounging on the chair. He smiled somewhat as he trotted up to his father, "You beckoned..." He said with a light upbeat tone as if there was an inside joke to the word beckoned. His eyes scanned over the books as he looked fondly at them. Their wealth of knowledge so useful to him, and he couldn't wait to read them all, but right now he became fast friends with the book Nayru had given him, along with the dictionary he took as the companion guide to the book about the universe they dwelled in. Already he had learned so much, making him feel like he and everyone around them was nothing but a spec. It made his adventurous mind wonder at times, and gave him a new found look when he gazed upon them.
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Sitting patiently after he called to Aro. It wasn't often, since his son became an adult, that the two large males talked. He considered his relationship with his son to be one of mutual respect and learning. Jazper had never been a father before and it hadn't been as easy as expected. Aro hadn't lived through his teenage and young adult life while his young father had. The warrior considered himself to still be a younger male, in no way was he old and in capable, nor would he be for years to come. Jazper was a strong, optimistic, and loyal member of Crimson Dreams and while raising Aro he had hoped the boy would learn from him the lessons he would need to survive in the world. Their talks always seemed to be full of positive lessons that would truly help form the boy into a proper Knight.
His attention shifted to the windows as he head the scratching of claws on wood as the black and white figure of his son came through the window, much to his surprise. This wasn't a sight the ebony wolf say everyday, or ever for that matter. As his son approached with a silly grin the father looked to his son with a baffled look. Shaking his head he noted mentally that he was half Ghita's and he should expect the unexpected. Standing he smiled, “Aro, today is a very special day for us.” Of course he wouldn't know why until he was told but Jazper had looked forward to this day since Aro was a pup. In the Knight family, or so his father had told him before he died, it was tradition for the eldest Knight to give his sons gifts. These gifts were meant to represent the son becoming a man in in that right a protector of others and a proper Knight. Motioning towards a large painting, that sat slightly above the floor and stood a good 6 feet in height, Jazper walked over and began to move the locks hidden on the side of the frame. Only Jazper and one of his young nieces knew about this secret passage. The locks were controlled with numbers: 3,6,1. "I suggest you shift."
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His light playful act suddenly seemed out of place and his ears went back sensing he may have acted a bit too childish around his father. He felt the burning in his cheeks, something that was rare, but soon becoming something he felt to many times lately. It was like he was trying to overcompensate for his mishap months ago. Hearing the words that came from his dad, he realized that something important was going on, why wouldn't it have been. It wasn't like his dad called him everyday...or really at all. He should have known better. He cursed his foolish behavior and tried to correct it by being a little more serious. He stood straight now, and watched his father who walked toward a large painting. He slowly moved forward being curious and seeing there was something over there that must be what he called him for. Aro was quite big even in his plain lupus form standing a good height at the withers taller than the average, muscle was now occuring on his legs, and his ribs and stomach was beginning to pack on bulk as before he was a lanky bony figure of a wolf. Fast approaching a full year he was beginning to bulk up, but again was still a growing boy in reality. A teenager in all the sense.
He remained quiet hearing his father's instruction even if it was just a suggestion, to Aro it was rule. Changing a lot back and forth from forms he was fast becoming a professional at it. His shifting taking a matter of minutes as he focused solely on his act it was afterward that Aro had realized just how tall he was in comparison. He would soon match his father's height if not exceed it by a fraction of an inch. His eyes looked into his father's golden orbs questions filled him but he tried to stop himself from speaking as he looked to the painting wondering if he should remember the numbers in which he just saw his father put up onto the lock, but instead he couldn't hold back the questions that seem to be fighting to burst out of him nearly ruining the seriousness that had befallen the two of them, "What's so special about today? What's behind this painting?" More was itching to get out but he kept silenced himself so his father could answer those two that blurted out at nearly shotgun speed.
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OOC: Sorry this is late and sooo freakin long o.O' <3 You can discribe the sword however you want! I left it wide open for your ideas 
Waiting for his boy to shift the coal warrior watched in pleasant astonishment at the form his son could now take on. Soon he really would be as large as Jazper himself. Here before him stood, on two legs, a man. A giant tuxedo marked man who had once been able to fit in a single palm of a hand. Holding back his sensitive pride in what his son had become he opened the painting reveling a short staircase going down to a landing with three doors. Starting down the stairs he instantly opened the door to his left, knowing that going straight led into the tunnel system around Gryffindor, and the right was a room holding his instrument and human gadget collection.
Opening the door he walked right into the center of the hidden sanctuary. The walls were lined with hooks and shelves holding weapons he had found over the past 3 years of his life. Swords, knives, bows and arrows, short and long guns, and other weapons he hadn't found the names of yet. Raising his hands he spun around gesturing to the room as a whole. It wasn't very large, in fact it was just an average sized room, but it held a purpose. He knew that if Gryffindor ever was under attack he knew an exit which had total access to weapons for protection.
Turning to his son he smiled like a small child would showing his esteemed colleague his secret fort. “So,” He began, “What do you think Aro?” He didn't know how much his son knew about weapons but that wasn't the real point of the visit. When he had found this place he had vowed to share it with all blood Knights, and perhaps a choice few good wolves interested in human weapons. “All of these are weapons I found over in Halifax. You are more than welcome to stash any you find on your travels anything random you just want to keep safe should go in the other room, on the right of the landing.”
The Knight's brain filled with thoughts of him and his son forming an amazing collection. “I brought you here for a reason though.” Although serious Jazper's smile never faded. Placing a hand on his boys broad shoulders he looked at him, golden to familiar turquoise. “Son, you're going to be a big brother soon, not to mention that you've sprouted from this little ball I could carry around and hide from the world to a young man ready to explore and experience the world.” Taking a breath he continued, “I never had the chance to go through this family tradition since my father died long before I came of age but when I was young your grandfather explained to me the tradition.” Removing his hand he pulled a dusty wooden stool out from a corner of the room and took a seat.
“It's a tradition in the Knight family for a father to teach and guide his son to be a protector, a esteemed colleague to those without. Once the father believes his boy is ready to take on the world as a Knight by himself the father presents him with a token of sorts.” It was an old tradition passed down from father to son for generations. Jazper had been deprived of his Knight's Ceremony but he wouldn't allow any of his sons to go without his blessing. Standing back up a little nervous he came right out with the good stuff, “Aro. You are my first born, my first son and I have taught you only to think things through. You know I am a lax parent but fair in my disciplining. You have grown into a well rounded, intelligent and strong male and I truly believe that you are ready to hold the responsibility of being a wizard of my fathers family on your shoulders.” Turning to the far wall Jazper picked up the only sword on the shelf, the sword he had picked out for his son. “I want you to take this as a gift from one Knight to another in hopes that it will forever aid you on your own journey.”
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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.
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This little hide out held a special place in the warriors heart. He could always come here to escape from the world when it got to rough and now he had a son to share it's comforts with. There was very few things he loved as much as sharing his treasures with his family. These rooms were filled floor to ceiling with objects that held his curiosity for hours. Ever since he had first gone to Halifax as a young male, about Aro's age, he had held a fascination with human odds and ends. He had read as much as he could about the instruments, the jewelery, the customs and lives of human beings. They were so interesting! Living with just their mates and children. Celebrating winter with Christmas, giving out a thing called candy to children dressed up as mythical monsters. The humans were a strange bunch but never the less, Jazper enjoyed their things.
He was proud of Aro, he had grown into a really good wolf. A male with a strong heart and open mind. There wasn't anything he could wish to be different about his boy, he was the son he always wanted. The warrior could only hope that his second litter would turn out as well rounded as his first son. Although, with all this luck, he was bound to have a trouble maker thrown in, a true mother son or daughter. It was surprising that his tuxedo coated son hadn't run off, having his mothers rebellious temper. Passing the sword to his boy he nodded quickly at his thanks, “Don't worry about it.” He shrugged off, “Just make sure when you go off on your own some day you do what I've taught you.” It was always hard to have blind faith in a child starting off on their own. Would they act the same once they have freedom? Would the lessons stick? Hopefully the sword would be a gentle reminder of his family history's guidelines.
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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.
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