WC: 300+


The forest made for an excellent cover in the bright sun. The giant halfling form moving quietly over stones and sticks sniffing the air for the deer he had been tracking for some time. Jazper had spent the early morning watching a herd of white tailed deer in the valley behind Haven Mansion. It was too bad that these animals were meant to eat, not simply watch. With another sniff of the ground his bear like body moved forward once more. While watching the deer the Knight had taken note of a rather slow buck that was obviously suffering from a leg injury. The poor guy probably had just fallen but never the less as a wolf this was the ideal time to take the life of the suffering to feed those in need, the new mouths of Savina's three gorgeous children.


Finally, warm golden eyes stared out threw the bush into the valley. Alone he could only hope to take down the buck in pain, the slowest. He remembered his parents rules: Go for the strongest thing you know you can take down. A weak sick child was of no use to the pack but a buck was a a buck, bad leg or not. His lips pulled back with a howl as announced his presence. With a smirk he watched from within the trees as the group started to run in the opposite direction, the buck staggering and falling behind. To say it was easy to kill the suffering creature was an understatement. With a few powerful leaps forward and a jump the deer fell to the ground with a final cry before a twist of the neck ended all life left.



With a sigh he started to shift, legs and arms extended and his paws became hand and feet. The large scruff of midnight fur around his neck shrank into short sleek hairs and his shoulders broadened to become more human like. Grabbing his kill the friendly giant of over eight feet turned to head home before a sharp pups call turned him toward the boarder. After a few minutes of leisurely walking the large coal male stared down at a female pup, “What can I do for you little lady?”

WC: 300+

The pup before him wasn't one he had seen before. Her brown coat did not belong in Crimson Dreams territory. Yet, he was intrigued by the stranger. Her language was unique, her parents obviously never spoke english to her. His large head tilted slightly as she scowled up at him, “Did I do something wrong?” he asked with a curious smile. Suddenly he backed up finding himself to be very confused. Was the young girl trying to stand up? Golden eyes grew large in surprise and he watched and burst out laughing in amusement. Never before had a pup try to imitate him. As she fell back to the ground he watched her now fully amused by this newcomer. “I'm afraid I don't understand you..” he trailed off with a frown. “Do you speak en-gl-ish” Pronouncing the word very clearly the warrior hoped the pup might understand. It was a far fetched hope but you never know.


Jazper longed for a family of his own and this pup was just another reminder of his dreams. When he was a pup he had his parents to look after him but since their death he had been tossed from parent to parent. He wanted to have pups of his own to teach and care like he should have been cared for when he was growing up. Never again would a youngster go unloved while in his presence. A small smile spread across his lips as the girl asked him the question once more in a language he understood. “Oh, Standing?” He asked more out loud to himself then anything. Taking hold of the pups from paws he helped her stand up on her hind legs. “Now everyone can do it.” The explanation seemed clear to him but looking at the female he shook his head and spoke in words she might understand “Very hard.”