09-02-2011, 11:54 AM
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The giant was nervous. Although not a first for Jazper he doubted that the mixed feelings of nerves in his gut would ever be something he would get use to. There was something venerable about the emotion itself. Here he was standing in the doorway of a man he had once called friend, a man he had known since the early days of Crimson Dreams. Although over the years they had both been jealous of one another never had they allowed their personal emotions to break a comfortable friendship until alcohol had been present. Now, after months of not speaking and avoidance, he stood at the door nervous, of all emotions. There was no anger left in the warrior, his alpha blood had run cold in the past few weeks.
As the door swung open and the stuttering man questioned his sudden appearance the coal male, avoiding eye contact, began to open and close his muzzle, words not coming to him with the motion. Not moving as Kansas stepped out, the only thing the giant could say was “Still haven’t grown eh?” The pale wolf was not short, in fact he was very tall for a male but despite his height Jazper still stood over him and was very much broader and more visibly muscled than the other. The Knight had often teased Kansas about his stature, in a friendly and teasing matter of course. It seemed ridiculous that that was all he could muster up in this moment. Suddenly he added, “Lucifer was a good father once upon a time but he was never a good man.” In three years he had learned that his adoptive father had turned into a horrible father to Noah when they left the pack and he had never been faithful to Deuce. Jazper would forever cling to his old memories of his adoptive father, the days where he would go on a hunting trip, finding clothing together, talking about girls. Lucifer had tried his best with Jazper but hadn’t quite had the same impact on the other boys.
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WC:300+
The giant was nervous. Although not a first for Jazper he doubted that the mixed feelings of nerves in his gut would ever be something he would get use to. There was something venerable about the emotion itself. Here he was standing in the doorway of a man he had once called friend, a man he had known since the early days of Crimson Dreams. Although over the years they had both been jealous of one another never had they allowed their personal emotions to break a comfortable friendship until alcohol had been present. Now, after months of not speaking and avoidance, he stood at the door nervous, of all emotions. There was no anger left in the warrior, his alpha blood had run cold in the past few weeks.
As the door swung open and the stuttering man questioned his sudden appearance the coal male, avoiding eye contact, began to open and close his muzzle, words not coming to him with the motion. Not moving as Kansas stepped out, the only thing the giant could say was “Still haven’t grown eh?” The pale wolf was not short, in fact he was very tall for a male but despite his height Jazper still stood over him and was very much broader and more visibly muscled than the other. The Knight had often teased Kansas about his stature, in a friendly and teasing matter of course. It seemed ridiculous that that was all he could muster up in this moment. Suddenly he added, “Lucifer was a good father once upon a time but he was never a good man.” In three years he had learned that his adoptive father had turned into a horrible father to Noah when they left the pack and he had never been faithful to Deuce. Jazper would forever cling to his old memories of his adoptive father, the days where he would go on a hunting trip, finding clothing together, talking about girls. Lucifer had tried his best with Jazper but hadn’t quite had the same impact on the other boys.
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