Predated to around the 18th. After the Parley and possible CD pack meeting and before any fighting. Please note that I have Kansas' player's permission to borrow Lexington for the trip.
WC:300+
It had come, the time for war. Savina had increased boarder patrols and many of the Dreamers were preparing for their first battle. It was strange for Crimson Dreams to be so on edge and ready for an attack as it had been a pack of peace since Jazper was a young boy. Now he was much older, scarred from three separate fights and an experienced protector of the pack. Although he loved each Dreamer equally he felt like they needed help and he knew exactly whom he was going to call on.
After coming to terms again recently Jazper and Kansas had begun to greet each other as friends once again and it was no surprise for pack mates to see the two chatting in the evening. Very early in the morning the dark night had surprised Kansas and himself by asked if he could ride Lexington to Cour des Miracles and Anathema to meet some people, though he never disclosed whom he was going to see. After getting Jazper set up on the horse the warrior hesitantly started off on his journey.
It was an awkward ride for both rider and steed. Horses had always been viewed as prey in Jazper’s eyes and he had never dreamed one day he would willingly ask to borrow a horse from anyone. However the Knight was not dumb and recognized that he could travel a fair deal faster on the large horse than on his own paws. Lexington, having met Jazper only a few times, seemed to be aware that his rider was not as experienced as Kansas and attempted to adjust the best he could but on his back the giant clung to the reins cursing his choice as they went.
Approaching Cour des Miracles the dark man pulled on the reins to bring the horse to a stop. “That’ll do Lex.” He grumbled. Swinging a leg over the horse Jazper quickly found himself lying in the dirt. Cursing some more he stumbled to his feet, legs sore from the ride, and glared at the horse that simply clicked in laughter. Ignoring the beast the wolf began to howl, calling Anann to the boarders in a friendly song.
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