08-08-2010, 10:06 PM
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WC:300+
The Knight walked heavily on all four paws, his large figure pointing north as he passed his mothers old home in the Valley. It was extremely rare that Jazper passed much further than Halifax itself. Of course when his mother was in the Valley he would visit more often but since she had left them he simply hadn't visited at all. Except the one time he figured it would be best to know who had taken leadership in the recent months. Today he walked passed the pack lands though heading even further north to territory he had never seen, never experienced, and only heard stories of. It had been long enough since the war that Jazper could now say it was safe to wander alone this far. Naturally it wasn't always going to be perfectly safe but at the least there wasn't going to be a large number of coyote's thirsty for wolf blood running around....he hoped.
Jazper was actually lucky to have survived his early years with an open mind when it came to coyotes. Lucifer and Deuce had tried oh so hard to pressure him into believing that coyote's were evil and murderous creatures, but no creature could be so bad just based on species, right? As he neared the borders of Inferni his skin crawled. So many horrible stories had been told about the coyotes that resided her. He had once believed he would be a mate with a beautiful black coyote but she had left him when she had a miscarriage. His parents had been killed by a large pack of coyotes. Still, the large brute preferred to keep an open mind. It was the individuals choice to be a twisted murderer, not the group.
Stopping suddenly a chill was sent down the warriors spine. There before him was a stick of sorts with a skull, a wolf skull. Instinct told him he shouldn't be here, not even if it was just to meet and greet. Logic, however, told him that he was here to talk and to leave, they didn't have to be on good terms but he had to know a little more about this pack. Besides Anselm had taken up residence here before and he was a good guy. Not willing to move any further, regardless of the security in his pure mass, Jazper lifted his head in a call directed towards the leader, and just the leader. He wouldn't feel safe with more than one coyote growling at him.
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WC:300+
The Knight walked heavily on all four paws, his large figure pointing north as he passed his mothers old home in the Valley. It was extremely rare that Jazper passed much further than Halifax itself. Of course when his mother was in the Valley he would visit more often but since she had left them he simply hadn't visited at all. Except the one time he figured it would be best to know who had taken leadership in the recent months. Today he walked passed the pack lands though heading even further north to territory he had never seen, never experienced, and only heard stories of. It had been long enough since the war that Jazper could now say it was safe to wander alone this far. Naturally it wasn't always going to be perfectly safe but at the least there wasn't going to be a large number of coyote's thirsty for wolf blood running around....he hoped.
Jazper was actually lucky to have survived his early years with an open mind when it came to coyotes. Lucifer and Deuce had tried oh so hard to pressure him into believing that coyote's were evil and murderous creatures, but no creature could be so bad just based on species, right? As he neared the borders of Inferni his skin crawled. So many horrible stories had been told about the coyotes that resided her. He had once believed he would be a mate with a beautiful black coyote but she had left him when she had a miscarriage. His parents had been killed by a large pack of coyotes. Still, the large brute preferred to keep an open mind. It was the individuals choice to be a twisted murderer, not the group.
Stopping suddenly a chill was sent down the warriors spine. There before him was a stick of sorts with a skull, a wolf skull. Instinct told him he shouldn't be here, not even if it was just to meet and greet. Logic, however, told him that he was here to talk and to leave, they didn't have to be on good terms but he had to know a little more about this pack. Besides Anselm had taken up residence here before and he was a good guy. Not willing to move any further, regardless of the security in his pure mass, Jazper lifted his head in a call directed towards the leader, and just the leader. He wouldn't feel safe with more than one coyote growling at him.
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