Not very long sorry!



WC:300+



Wandering through the hills once again he dark Knight began to think of the first time he had a serious conversation with Savina. At the time he had been a young teenager, about the age of his three pups now, and he had just started shifting. He had come back from Halifax with some new shorts and camouflage backpack wanting to show them off to someone. He had been lucky enough to subtle upon a younger Savina bathing in the water to cool off. Back then life had been such an adventure for him, as he was sure it was for Tony, Lorenzo and Fia. Now it seemed like a dull continuous walk.


The heat was starting to get to the large black male just as he saw a small pond. Liking his dry lips he could feel the dry, bitter taste in his mouth. It had been a long day for him in the sun, starting with boarder patrols early in the morning and ending with a stroll in before sunset in the hills. Making his way slowly t the pound he lowered his massive head and began to lap up the refreshing water. It was difficult to be a black wolf on days such as today. Jazper had even debated hiding underground today but he had been doing too much of that this summer. Lifting his head he glanced around, checking the surroundings before taking another gulp of water. He had no need to feel nervous, given his size and experience, but something about being out in the unclaimed forest that brought out his instincts a little more.






“Talks”

OOC:



WC:300+

He had been thinking a lot lately about Crimson Dreams. He loved the pack dearly but he felt a need for adventure. To anyone else they would call this a mid life crisis but to Jazper it was just time to spice things up. With the pups growing up he had been debating traveling with Ghita around Canada, meeting new people. He wasn’t sure how his love would take his plans but she had always been a wild and free spirited lady. He was sure that she would come along happily. He hoped his boys would stay in Crimson Dreams for a long time as it was a peaceful place. They were really quite lucky to live in a pack that valued friendly connections with all packs.


Lapping up the water he felt relived of the heat. The forest was a safe refuge from the harsh gaze of the sun. His peace and quiet was interrupted as a rustle near by caused his head to lift. His Maw led his head around as he stared in the direction of the noise, catching the young male hunched and backing away. “Hi there.” He greeted with a smile. The boy couldn’t be very old, probably around his youngest age.


Attempting to look as friendly as possibly the large male lowered his tail under his rear and brought his body down to park on the cool grass. “You look like you must be about the same age as my children. Perhaps you’ve seen them around?” It was difficult for him to keep track of the kids now that they were of shifting age. “Tony?...Lorenzo?...Fia?” He listed their names slowly, hoping for a nod from the boy at one of their names. It was difficult to be his age, adventuring around and meeting new people. Clearly the younger male was uncomfortable around him and he was determined to help relax the boy.










“Talks”

OOC:Shorter, not by much though XD



WC:200+

It seemed as though he wouldn’t be able to get through to the young male that he meant no harm. The boy seemed scared stiff and unwilling to make the slightest noise or motion, except for the nod confirming that he indeed had met one of the Knights teenagers. It wasn’t unusual that the friendly giant might intimidate a young male. After all, Jazper in his Halfling form was a sight to behold: broad across the chest, muscular in the legs and very, very large for a wolf. It also might have been the sight of the large scars reaching all the way across the broad chest and curving under his belly. Whatever it was that had put off this new stranger Jazper felt a need to correct it.


“Which of my kids did you meet?” His voice was gentle, the kind of voice only a parent would have acquired. Not expecting a solid answer he also included his name, “I’m Jazper.” Perhaps the boy would find the words to give his own name so that the warrior could identify him. He could smell the predominant scent of a pack, which he had never taken the time to get to know as of yet, from his position on the grassy floor but the stranger was still too far away to catch any other smells.