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Today was a good day. Although Jazper had come to terms with his emotional ups and downs he found it difficult to keep his spiraling emotions under control. But today was a good day. He had woken up with his mate in his arms and his pups sound asleep in their basket. It was hard to believe how quickly they were growing up. The three always seemed to be fighting, challenging each other in size or brains. Although Tony and Lorenzo were matched in size little Fia, his beautiful little Fia, seemed to want to fight just as much as the boys. It would be good for her, the father had decided, to grow up with the boys. She was turning into a tough little one and she would have no trouble dealing with any guy who dared hurt his baby girl in the future.
The boys on the other hand were much like Aro and their father. The two were about as big as his eldest had been at their young age. Tony was a little on the bossy side but he knew how to lead a group and how to get things done. While Lorenzo was graced with the ability to understand others. Jazper's timber coated son was always trying to lighten the mood and seemed to be able to deal with his brothers obsession over leadership while making sure Fia didn't wander off, like she tended to. After all this time there was only one thing he knew for sure: Ghita and him were very lucky when it came to their children.
Walking along the boarders his mind continued thinking about his pups. Aro had been home for awhile but he had waited for his son to settle in and just continued on his regular habits, chatting lightly whenever he was approached. Eventually he would talk to his son about what he had learned on his travels but that would have to wait for another day. Nearing the manor in his circle a scent alerted him to the visitor. With a large grin he hurried, running on all fours in his halfling form. He was glade to be able to run again. The slash running from his right shoulder down to his left hip was more hidden in this form but not for the trained warrior eye. The bandages were no longer needed as the slashes had been covered by a thin layer of scabbing.
Slowing as the golden lady came into his view Jazper walked up with a large grin, “Hey there stranger.” Sitting down a few meters from her and the horse he looked to the horse with a shy smile. The last time he had seen Anann she had attempted to teach him to ride a horse, a feat that had ended with him falling...continuously. He hadn't been too fond of the hoofed creatures before his lesson but now he simply didn't understand how wolves could keep prey around. “So,” the Knight started as he turned his attention back to Anann, “What brings you to Crimson Dreams?” It was too often that he had caught whiff of her scent around here.
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Sorry for the lateness!
WC:530
Today was a good day. Although Jazper had come to terms with his emotional ups and downs he found it difficult to keep his spiraling emotions under control. But today was a good day. He had woken up with his mate in his arms and his pups sound asleep in their basket. It was hard to believe how quickly they were growing up. The three always seemed to be fighting, challenging each other in size or brains. Although Tony and Lorenzo were matched in size little Fia, his beautiful little Fia, seemed to want to fight just as much as the boys. It would be good for her, the father had decided, to grow up with the boys. She was turning into a tough little one and she would have no trouble dealing with any guy who dared hurt his baby girl in the future.
The boys on the other hand were much like Aro and their father. The two were about as big as his eldest had been at their young age. Tony was a little on the bossy side but he knew how to lead a group and how to get things done. While Lorenzo was graced with the ability to understand others. Jazper's timber coated son was always trying to lighten the mood and seemed to be able to deal with his brothers obsession over leadership while making sure Fia didn't wander off, like she tended to. After all this time there was only one thing he knew for sure: Ghita and him were very lucky when it came to their children.
Walking along the boarders his mind continued thinking about his pups. Aro had been home for awhile but he had waited for his son to settle in and just continued on his regular habits, chatting lightly whenever he was approached. Eventually he would talk to his son about what he had learned on his travels but that would have to wait for another day. Nearing the manor in his circle a scent alerted him to the visitor. With a large grin he hurried, running on all fours in his halfling form. He was glade to be able to run again. The slash running from his right shoulder down to his left hip was more hidden in this form but not for the trained warrior eye. The bandages were no longer needed as the slashes had been covered by a thin layer of scabbing.
Slowing as the golden lady came into his view Jazper walked up with a large grin, “Hey there stranger.” Sitting down a few meters from her and the horse he looked to the horse with a shy smile. The last time he had seen Anann she had attempted to teach him to ride a horse, a feat that had ended with him falling...continuously. He hadn't been too fond of the hoofed creatures before his lesson but now he simply didn't understand how wolves could keep prey around. “So,” the Knight started as he turned his attention back to Anann, “What brings you to Crimson Dreams?” It was too often that he had caught whiff of her scent around here.
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