M - So will you come to burn an effigy?

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 08-19-2011, 11:03 PM

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OOC:Yay for posting while babysitting sleeping children!
Word Count:500+

The dark Knight had always been a deeply protective and sensitive soul. He was as gentle as a giant could be most days but everyone in Crimson Dreams knew that he had a temper to match that of their alphess. Much like Savina the warrior held a hot fire in his belly for those dear to him. In an instant he would put his life up in order to save a pack mate or a member of his family and that was perhaps the very reason he was so focused right now. He had been asked to accompany his Marino Queen to Aniwaya in order to talk business with the leaders who had demanded the attack on his homelands and now he found himself moving with a small group of Dreamers, his lightning eyes glaring with an intense need for revenge.

The attackers had not only stolen away his long time dear friend and leader Anu but they had dared take his youngest daughter. He had searched the pack lands after the raid in desperation for her small snowy figure but had tracked her scent to the land separating the Tribe from his own boarders. The father would normally blame himself for this horrible offense to Crimson Dreams. He was a Knight and was suppose to be a warrior; a protector and he had failed his own family. But he wouldn’t dare allow himself this thought today. No, today Jazper Rhiannon-Knight went to war and would tear the throats of every wolf that dared to stand between him and his baby girl.

As the moved towards the Tribe on all fours Jazper took to Savina’s side giving the group an fierce appearance to have two halflings in the center of the group. He glanced at Gotham a moment only to recall that it had been himself who had introduce the coal boy to the world of swords when he was a pup. He was quite a bit larger than Savina who was average in mass and built slender for speed though he would never pick a fight with the women having been on the receiving side of her rage before. There was a bandage wrapped around the warriors left shoulder from a bite wound he had received from the leader of the raid but four thick scars ran down his opposite shoulder and wrapped under his body proving that a bite would not slow down the protector.

He stood still as Savina called to the Tribe, his chest puffed out and the fur already standing up on the back of his neck. Although his leader had requested he contain his emotions while she handled things diplomatically Jazper did not trust these new Tribesmen in the slightest and his body language screamed that he was ready to attack at the sign from Savina. He was like a caged lion wild at heart and ready for the fight. Deep down in his heart he wished that the man who had taken Anu, the man he had fought in their lands, would appear before him so he could smirk at the matching wound he had left in his opponents left shoulder with a dagger. But mostly he wished the man would show up so he may enjoy taking away the masked mans life. However when a light colored man approached them the warrior could not help but to hold his gaze at the man, knowing him to be the leader by his stance, and had to force himself to hold back a nasty snarl.

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