03-17-2010, 04:03 AM
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ooc: Private for Jazper, mah DADDEH DEAREST! 
Aro's tail wagged in endless excitement as he waited by the hillside, he couldn't wait to see what his dad had planned for them. His father only had told him they were going to spend time together today, and that he would teach Aro some lessons on fighting. Aro's curiousity was through the roof wondering what his father was going to teach him, was he going to train him on how to fight? Was he going to teach him how to hunt like an adult? Or how to be a good member of the pack? whatever it was Aro was ecstatic to be taught by his father, a wolf who in his eyes was one of the most influential role models he knew.
As he waited by the river, he could see himself in the reflection, his light blue eyes locking with the warped image in the water. It was obvious that he was beginning to shed the young puppy fur, beginning to get slightly larger than his puppy size and step into adoesence, but he was still young, weak, and inexperienced. Through dumb luck and shameless bravado Aro had ventured out into the wilds almost every day and had not gotten himself killed or even injured, much to the relief and amazment of his parents, not a scratch on him, save for still having the skunk smell linger on his from a whie ago. The smell had dimmed though, to an almost undetectable level, he still had the occasional whiff or two of the vile stench.
Not see his father yet, Aro had begun to get impatiant and rambunctious, he waas pacing, skipping rocks across the river, and it wasn't long before he had begun to explore the river with closer inspection. While the water was not running very fast, it was rather deep, the riverbed being visable, but not reachable. He could see in the water there were fish swimming against the light current in order to stay in one position, some even floating by his view. Getting more curious, he dipped a hand in to touch the fish, but the minute his hand his the water the scaley water-dwellers had vanished, swimming away from the large hand. Excitement gripped the boy slightly as he pulled his hand back out and waited for the fish to reuturn before he stuck his hand in. This time it was more of a swipe then a dip, trying to bat one of the fish out of the water. No such luck though, the fish were much faster and manuverable then he was in the water. But perhaps this is what he was going to learn today, maybe to learn how to fish. Only the appearance of his father could answer his ever growing repertoire of questions.
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Aro's tail wagged in endless excitement as he waited by the hillside, he couldn't wait to see what his dad had planned for them. His father only had told him they were going to spend time together today, and that he would teach Aro some lessons on fighting. Aro's curiousity was through the roof wondering what his father was going to teach him, was he going to train him on how to fight? Was he going to teach him how to hunt like an adult? Or how to be a good member of the pack? whatever it was Aro was ecstatic to be taught by his father, a wolf who in his eyes was one of the most influential role models he knew.
As he waited by the river, he could see himself in the reflection, his light blue eyes locking with the warped image in the water. It was obvious that he was beginning to shed the young puppy fur, beginning to get slightly larger than his puppy size and step into adoesence, but he was still young, weak, and inexperienced. Through dumb luck and shameless bravado Aro had ventured out into the wilds almost every day and had not gotten himself killed or even injured, much to the relief and amazment of his parents, not a scratch on him, save for still having the skunk smell linger on his from a whie ago. The smell had dimmed though, to an almost undetectable level, he still had the occasional whiff or two of the vile stench.
Not see his father yet, Aro had begun to get impatiant and rambunctious, he waas pacing, skipping rocks across the river, and it wasn't long before he had begun to explore the river with closer inspection. While the water was not running very fast, it was rather deep, the riverbed being visable, but not reachable. He could see in the water there were fish swimming against the light current in order to stay in one position, some even floating by his view. Getting more curious, he dipped a hand in to touch the fish, but the minute his hand his the water the scaley water-dwellers had vanished, swimming away from the large hand. Excitement gripped the boy slightly as he pulled his hand back out and waited for the fish to reuturn before he stuck his hand in. This time it was more of a swipe then a dip, trying to bat one of the fish out of the water. No such luck though, the fish were much faster and manuverable then he was in the water. But perhaps this is what he was going to learn today, maybe to learn how to fish. Only the appearance of his father could answer his ever growing repertoire of questions.
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