03-01-2009, 08:38 PM
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Two wooden pails of water swung gently as large feet carried then into the washroom and placed then at the side of the tub. The water system of the mansion seemed to gather from the wells on the property, however Jazper preferred warmer water. Thus, he had taken it upon himself to boil one pail's contents on the stove. Winter was coming to a close and with that mud was starting to show up in the clearer openings where the sun could easily reach the top layers of snow. The fighter took pride in keeping himself clean for the most part and thought it rude to drag mud around the house so here he was, water, cup, towel and brush on hand. He sat down on the edge of the tub and stuck the over sized cork into the drain as he poured the water. As he started to scrub his feet to rid them of the mud he sighed. The process was boring but at least the water was warm now.
A call caught him off guard as he quickly stood up in the tub and jumped out, grabbing the towel and his shorts as he went. He hopped along the tiled floor drying each leg with a quick rub down and throwing the towel to the floor. On the way to the stairs he continued his 'hop on one leg' action as he pulled up light brown knee length shorts that were now tattered at the bottom from being well used. Lately, he had only been wearing the shorts in company, around the house he would go without sometimes, or purhaps on a hunt. However, when meeting someone directly he found he liked to cover up a little. He hadn't heard Brooklyn's call in so long it surprised him. Jazper had made an oath when the puppies were born that he would always be around when they needed him, and now he was proving that once more.
Grabbing his deep brown cloak, he threw it over his body and tied it around his neck and then, with a step outside, took it off and returned it to its hook. The air was surprisingly warm in the noon sun. closing the door behind him he started off towards the direction of the sound at a rapid pace, sniffing for the girls scent as he went. Within minutes he found himself standing at the edge of the boarders, golden eyes staring at the white girl in front of him. She had grown so much from the once tiny pup he had once knew. Now, she stood before him almost at shifting age. “What's the occasion hun?” He asked with a wink.
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Two wooden pails of water swung gently as large feet carried then into the washroom and placed then at the side of the tub. The water system of the mansion seemed to gather from the wells on the property, however Jazper preferred warmer water. Thus, he had taken it upon himself to boil one pail's contents on the stove. Winter was coming to a close and with that mud was starting to show up in the clearer openings where the sun could easily reach the top layers of snow. The fighter took pride in keeping himself clean for the most part and thought it rude to drag mud around the house so here he was, water, cup, towel and brush on hand. He sat down on the edge of the tub and stuck the over sized cork into the drain as he poured the water. As he started to scrub his feet to rid them of the mud he sighed. The process was boring but at least the water was warm now.
A call caught him off guard as he quickly stood up in the tub and jumped out, grabbing the towel and his shorts as he went. He hopped along the tiled floor drying each leg with a quick rub down and throwing the towel to the floor. On the way to the stairs he continued his 'hop on one leg' action as he pulled up light brown knee length shorts that were now tattered at the bottom from being well used. Lately, he had only been wearing the shorts in company, around the house he would go without sometimes, or purhaps on a hunt. However, when meeting someone directly he found he liked to cover up a little. He hadn't heard Brooklyn's call in so long it surprised him. Jazper had made an oath when the puppies were born that he would always be around when they needed him, and now he was proving that once more.
Grabbing his deep brown cloak, he threw it over his body and tied it around his neck and then, with a step outside, took it off and returned it to its hook. The air was surprisingly warm in the noon sun. closing the door behind him he started off towards the direction of the sound at a rapid pace, sniffing for the girls scent as he went. Within minutes he found himself standing at the edge of the boarders, golden eyes staring at the white girl in front of him. She had grown so much from the once tiny pup he had once knew. Now, she stood before him almost at shifting age. “What's the occasion hun?” He asked with a wink.