[DND]I'll Shoot You When You're Not Looking - M

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 01-01-2011, 09:44 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the #th post. Reader discretion is advised.

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Today he was going to move. He was going to get up and go outside by himself. Sitting on the edge of his bed, bandages changed by Amata earlier that day, he was determined that he would not stay in bed for weeks waiting for the cuts to heal over, and if they ever healed chances were that he would be stuck with a nice scar across his chest for the rest of his life. Btu there was one thing he could control, and that was his movement. Ghita had been stuck with the pups and he had been lucky to have so many adults to bring in the kill. Even though he appreciated it he wished that he could run after the deer himself, feeling his heart racing and breath going in and out slowly. As of now there was no chance i hell he would be able to do that.

Putting pressure onto his arms he lifted himself up, using the side table as leverage as he bit his lip trying to keep in a muffled howl from the pain in his chest. Bracing himself on the table he stood there breathing and cussing until he felt like he could move again. Grabbing Ghita’s old crutch he started out of the room, down the hall, down the stairs, and towards the library. If he was going to be stranded in one spot he would stick himself in the library. Opening the doors the Knight slowly moved cussing under his breath. Lowering himself to the couch he held his breath squinting in pain.

When he finally made it safely to a sitting down position he threw the crutch and turned his head the other way. This was ridiculous. Here he was, one of the biggest fighters in the land and he was broken down to almost tears over a flesh wound. He should be up walking around! Hell if anyone was going to be stuck crying like a baby over an injury it should be Kansas. After all, it was his mate being attacked by the bear. Why did he have to jump in and get hurt. If Kansas wasn’t such a betraying crybaby he would have been right beside him in seconds and they would have taken down the bear with the four of them. The anger inside him matched his physical pain. All he wanted to do was give the pale wolf a piece of his mind. "Shit."

Pixie Frost · 01-10-2011, 01:57 AM

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It had been a while since she had had a nightmare. She couldn’t remember the last time she had had one at all, maybe when she was a pup or something. But last night she had relived the fight with the bear on the border, except this time, she fell off of Magic and the bear ran straight for her. She hadn’t been able to get up, and the others had stood still like statues. And the bear had roared, and everything went black…

Fuck, why was she making such a big deal about the incident? No one had gotten killed or even seriously injured. She hadn’t even been in the fight, just helped Denali to stop it. There was no reason for her to be having nightmares about the fight. It was just a bear. They wandered onto the territory sometimes. People got hurt. Big damn deal.

Maybe it was something about how everyone was acting now that it was all over. Jazper had been confined to the manor due to his injuries, which she was sure he wasn’t enjoying, due to him being a knight and all that. She wouldn’t like it much, either; there wouldn’t be much to do except practicing her reading, which she knew she was supposed to do but had been slacking off to do more important things like…riding…and…playing guitar…Okay, she was just slacking off. Maybe she should do some reading.

Drowsily getting out of bed, the dream still fresh in her mind, she slowly went downstairs and made her way to the library. When she got there and saw that Jazper was sitting on the couch, she smiled. “It’s kinda weird that I keep finding you in the library.” Moving across the room with only the sound of soft pats of her feet hitting the floor, she sat in a chair opposite of the giant gray male. The blue-gray female looked down at the floor and didn’t saw a word for a few moments, before looking back up and asking, “So, how’s it going? Are your injuries any better? That bear got you pretty hard.” She didn’t know what else to ask him. As she predicted, he didn’t seem the least bit happy, being forced to lie around in the house all day, and she felt a hint of sympathy for the other wolf. He had lived up to his name as a knight, both in family name and title, and his only reward for it was being cooped up like a caged bird.

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 01-15-2011, 11:11 PM

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He didn't want to. That was just the end of it. He didn't want to move, he didn't want to be here, he didn't want to read, he didn't want to have to keep his feeling to himself, and he didn't want to live here knowing that just outside the door was that betraying asshole formally known as his friend. It wasn't that he would hurt the guy if he had him in this room but as it was, he sure as hell would love to land a punch smack between the eyes. He was just so angry inside and he needed something to take all of this energy out on. Why had Kansas not told him earlier? Why the hell would he wait till a fun night for the guys to tell him he had slept with his father! How was he suppose to forgive a guy who would wait till he was drunk to have enough guts to tell someone something so personal. It simply wasn't right.

He was startled as someone entered the Library. Jerking his body to look at the door he sighed, “Oh, it's just you.” Turning his attention back to the lines of books he stared at them intensely, avoiding eye contact with the girl. It wasn't long after she entered that the question about the attack was voiced. “Ya. I'm going to have a permanent scar.” Looking down at his chest it was obvious of the extent of his wounds as the bandages reached from around his hips all the way up to and wrapping around his right shoulder.

Sighing he leaned back in his chair and finally moved his golden eyes to meet her purples. With an edge in his eyes he spoke, “I protected Savina when her mate didn't come.” Was all he said for a moment. He hadn't come when he should have. When his duty had called. “That coward wouldn't fight for his lover when she could have been dying.” His voice grew with anger now, heat growing in his body. “He cant even stand up to fight the idiot. He'll get drunk to speak his mind but he wont stand infront of his mate in the face of danger. Instead he left it up to me.” Turning his eyes away he began glaring at the rows of books before muttering under his breath, “Bloody coward.”

Pixie Frost · 01-17-2011, 04:49 AM

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She tilted her head at his statement; who did he think she was? But she didn’t press the matter onto him. He seemed different today, almost an entirely different person than the cheerful violinist that he had been when she had first met him. The way he stared at the book shelves like they were actually interesting was a strange sight to see. She was pretty sure he could read, but nevertheless, he seemed to have more on his mind than usual. Staring awkwardly down at her hands, she tapped her claws together and listened to him explain his injury.

“Scars aren’t all that bad,” she assured him. “I know a thing or two about them.” Slowly she looked back down at her hands and opened up her right one, staring down at the word engraved on her palm. Such bad memories from an easily hidden mark…at least Jazper didn’t have a plainly written word on his body. “Scars tell stories, or help you tell them. You could tell your kids all about how you fought the big mean bear that dared to wander on Crimson Dreams territory,” she added lightly. He had fought bravely and the scars on his body would be a testimony to his victory. All she had was a mark that constantly reminded her of her stupidity and how quickly she could turn on friends.

She nodded. “Yes, you did…I guess he was far away or something, that’s why he didn’t come…” But she drifted off when she realized Jazper wasn’t finished yet. As his voice grew louder, the anger was impossible to ignore, and it was a surprise to Pixie. He called Savina’s mate a coward, accused him of getting drunk, and then the giant turned back away from her. She blinked a few times; rarely was she speechless, but hearing the absolute hatred in the male’s voice towards the mate of the leader of the pack made her so. Finally, she spoke up. “His name’s Kansas, right?” It sounded kind of stupid to ask, but she had never met the wolf before, and she thought it would be good to get her facts straight. “He hasn’t done anything particularly bad recently, has he? I mean, I haven’t heard of any sort of excitement going on, other than the bear…and like I said, he would just been too far away to get there in time…”

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 02-13-2011, 01:01 PM

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Jazper had a history of losing his temper once in a blue moon. He wasn't well known for being a harsh warrior, in fact everyone in the pack would stand by him as a gentle and careful soul. Although he came from alpha blood he accepted his place below the ladies who lead Crimson Dreams, mostly because he had grown up with the two around him and had developed a close relationship with each. Both of the leaders would take his secrets to the grave if he requested their silence and he would do the same for them. He was bond to them, his services where theirs. If Anu or Savina wanted someone dead he would be off in a heart beat to do their bidding, no questions asked. When Savina had taken control of the pack he had vowed his alliances to her and given his heart to the Marino family but he had never dreamed that his brother in law would betray him in such a way that was so close to his heart.

Silently he brooded as Pixie spoke, only half listening in his rage. She was right about scars telling a story. Amber eyes looking at her palm his ears perked curiously but his face remained solid in displeasure at the world. Magic. He recalled seeing the tiny lady with a horse out and about who she called Magic. Although he couldn't understand horses to start with as companions he definitely didn't understand why the name would be engraved into her hand. “I suppose you're right.” The scar across his chest was a marker for the world to see. He had risked his life for Savina, Ghita, and the pups, and he would certainly do so again. At the very least they were all okay, though he was concerned about the boys emotional damage of seeing their father flung through the air and so close to death.

At the question about Kansas Jazper scoffed in scorn. Of course there wouldn't' be any gossip about him, he was their leaders angel. Only he knew the dark, asshole of a male that lay inside that creamy coat. “I just found out myself.” He growled under his breathe. “My old man and my mother broke up over my fathers inability to keep his body parts to himself.” Looking down at the floor his eyes were full of heat, “Turns out Kansas was one of the wolves my father messed around with right before my mum left a couple years ago.” He had helped tear apart his family and for that he refused to forgive him. "Fucking prick"

Pixie Frost · 02-26-2011, 12:50 AM

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Pixie had little experience with listening to others rant and rage about their problems to her. She just wasn’t generally the person someone went to when they wanted to complain angrily about something. It probably didn’t have anything to do with her skill in the area of listening—something she wasn’t really bad at, even though she preferred talking—but she figured she didn’t come off as the sort of person who would want to hear other people’s problems. Most of the ranting she heard growing up was when she got in trouble and was chastised by her father and mother. You aren’t doing anything to help this pack, do you know how much energy we put into dealing with your silly ideas, bla bla bla… Most of what they actually said was lost to her.

But Jazper’s story was different. Pixie knew little about the warrior’s past, and though she had been in the pack for a while, she had yet to formally meet Kansas. She had just never gotten around to it, she supposed. The blue-gray fae listened to Jazper and was unable to hide the concern from this face; if Kansas was as bad as the gray giant described him, why would a respectable leader like Savina even consider choosing him as a mate? It didn’t make any sense to her. It seemed like Jazper was overreacting, though she didn’t say this out loud.

Instead, she said, as neutrally as she could, “But then it wouldn’t be entirely Kansas’s fault, wouldn’t it? I mean, if Kansas was only one of the wolves your father messed around with, then it must have partly been your dad’s idea.” She looked down once more at the inscription on her hand, then back at Jazper. “It sounds more like a stupid mistake than a horrible crime. Kansas seems like a nice enough wolf now, what with being the mate of the pack leader and having everyone else’s respect, from what I’ve heard. Don’t you think he just wasn’t thinking when he did that? He could’ve been drunk or something.”

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Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 03-31-2011, 10:07 PM

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It didn't matter what anyone else said, in his mind Kansas was the bad guy. If he was to look at the situation logically like Pixie was of course he would come to a different conclusion after all, there was no telling why Kansas hadn't shown up without asking the man and he had never given him the chance to explain the incident with Lucifer. However, at this moment Jazper was dead set on doing whatever the hell he wanted and right now all he wanted to do was sulk and no one wolf was going to change that. Inside the coal warrior felt like there was black tar sticking to all of his insides warming his body and causing him to feel horrible and unpleasant.

Hearing that Pixie wasn't going to come around he grew even bolder. Here before him was a wolf below him in rank and size. So easily could her body brake, yet she was lecturing him on someone she didn't even know. His brow tensed as Pixie stopped talking. “You don't know him remember?,” He grumbled in warning. “He's the same age as I am!” He growled in disgust as he stood, quickly leading to a very loud cuss in pain as he bent over clenching his middle as he steadied himself on arm of the chair he had been sitting on. Wincing he attempted to gasp for a breath as his vision started to go black. It was a horrible feeling when it felt like the world was out of your grasp and your senses were starting to shut down on you. He was a fighter, a father, and a lover but here he was hardly able to keep himself up. Blinking, the black spots started to clear away slowly and he slowly lowered himself back into the chair, slouching as he took a deep breath.

Pixie Frost · 04-01-2011, 12:53 AM

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For a brief second, as he growled as her and stood up, she thought he was actually going to attack her. She gripped the sides of her chair, ready to stand up and defend herself if necessary. She had seen the large male take on a bear even bigger than he was with no hesitation; he wouldn’t even blink an eye if he felt he needed to injure her. But as he suddenly gripped his wounds and held onto his chair to steady himself, another feeling washed over her: a feeling of absolute pity, even more so than before he stood up.

Even though, moments ago, she had wanted to get away from him, the blue-furred girl stood up and approached Jazper slowly; he looked like he was going to faint. She had had to approach Magic like this occasionally while they were traveling, when he managed to get himself stuck in a bush or between tree branches. He would often kick out in alarm, so even though Pixie wanted to get him unstuck as soon as she could, she had to go towards him slowly so she wouldn’t alarm him. That was how she felt now, something she didn’t expect from Jazper, who she always thought was pretty level-headed, especially for someone who considered themselves a warrior.

She was about a foot away from him when he finally managed to sit down, and as he recovered, she furrowed her brow, pity being replaced by annoyance. “Maybe I don’t know him, but does that really matter? Savina trusts him enough to make him her mate. I think that counts for something. What I don’t get is why you’re still sulking about things that happened in the past, things that don’t even matter anymore, when all this other stuff’s happened to you. You nearly got yourself killed a bear—a bear that was friends with Denali, to add to that. And now you’re hurting yourself even more by arguing with me about why Kansas is suddenly your enemy, just because he fooled around with your dad way back when. Nobody else seems to give a damn about it, why should you?”

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Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 04-22-2011, 05:08 PM

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One last post from you?

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Sitting down he took deep breaths. It appeared as though Pixie was going to comfort him and finally see things straight but that just wasn't the case. Suddenly she began to lecture him once again. His eyes rolled in annoyance. She just didn't seem to get it! He sat quietly like Savina would want him to do, listening only halfheartedly as she rambled on. It was true that Kansas was Savina's mate so obviously she say some good in him but in this moment he just didn't want to put up with his crap. It was always 'poor Kansas' this and 'poor Kansas' that. Never 'poor Jazper'. Maybe it was that pathetic look that the cream male had painted on his face continuously. Staring at the floor he grumbled slightly waiting for her to finish.

Her last line hit the sensitive warrior hard. No one else cared so why should he? His biological father was a strong man, a loyal and dependable male who loved his mate dearly and only wanted what was best for his family. When Jazper had stumbled onto Crimson Dream land Lucifer and Deuce had taken him in. Once upon a time they had been a large happy family until his adoptive mother was kicked out of the pack and Lucifer soon followed. Now Noah was home again but never would he be the same bouncing black pup he remembered and never had he seen his siblings again. Slowly he stood back up, bracing himself to help with his movement. “I care because he will never add up to my real father.” With a distinct limp he moved over to the couches on the ground, picked them up and hobbled out of the library. It may not matter to anyone else but it mattered to him.

Pixie Frost · 04-23-2011, 01:08 AM

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Pixie could see the look of annoyance on his face, but honestly she didn’t care. She couldn’t see how something that happened in the past that had nothing to do with Jazper could have such an effect on him. She wasn’t necessarily trying to defend Kansas, as she had never even met him officially, but why was Jazper putting all the blame on him? His father had willingly slept with the other male, hadn’t he? It wasn’t all Kansas’s fault, and it seemed like the fact that his father got around a lot was not news to Jazper; it was just that the situation with Kansas was. The anger that Jazper was feeling was difficult for Pixie to understand, as her family was never much of a family as it was just a slightly organized pack. There was little affection that the blue-gray wolfess felt towards her parents and the majority of her siblings, and there was little affection among the whole family in general. It could never really be torn apart because it wasn’t really together in the first place. And so the situation Jazper was in was really very strange to Pixie, and even though, in the back of her mind, she knew she shouldn’t try to interfere because of that, she was never one to stand on the sidelines with no control over what was happening around her. That had been happening to her too much lately, most recently with the bear fight. She should have stepped in, instead of watching her pack mates get injured horribly because of a misunderstanding.

But just when she thought she had a grip on the wounded giant, his last words left her in silence. She watched him slowly leave the library with the help of his crutches, her jaw clenched tightly in frustration of having nothing more to say.

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