10-21-2011, 04:49 PM
[html]Sorry about the wait on this! D:
WC:300+
Sitting on the ground the large coal wolf tenderly dragged blade against smooth stone. Although no action had been seen in the past couple weeks the warrior was more than aware that at some point Savina would make a decision and the pack would be off to war. Although he sat feeling rather put out because of the long wait, Jazper understood why they could not simply rush to battle. He had lived in this pack since he was a young boy, since Savina was a young lady, and he knew what the pack was capable of and incapable of. As far as he was concerned very few of the Dreamers would fair well in a fight, their leader being one of the few. As a group they were generally made up of peaceful people who had never held a blade in their life, let alone used one against someone.
Sighing to himself he looked at the pile of small to large blades, which lined the grass beside him and the much smaller pile of sharpened blades on his other side. Somehow they would get Anu back though, one way or another they would get her back. The giant’s stomach gave a quiet growl and he rose to his feet. At all times now, while outside of the manor, the man wore his sword on his back and his knife belt just incase the idiots who ran Aniwaya decided to come back for more. Abandoning his work Jazper made his way closer to the manor his mind set on a snack. At the sight of Soran and a sword he couldn’t help but make a small detour. With a soft smile he approached the older lady, “What you thinking about?” It was a question that most dare not ask in such a trying time but the dark lady was slowly becoming very dear to the Knight.
WC:300+
Sitting on the ground the large coal wolf tenderly dragged blade against smooth stone. Although no action had been seen in the past couple weeks the warrior was more than aware that at some point Savina would make a decision and the pack would be off to war. Although he sat feeling rather put out because of the long wait, Jazper understood why they could not simply rush to battle. He had lived in this pack since he was a young boy, since Savina was a young lady, and he knew what the pack was capable of and incapable of. As far as he was concerned very few of the Dreamers would fair well in a fight, their leader being one of the few. As a group they were generally made up of peaceful people who had never held a blade in their life, let alone used one against someone.
Sighing to himself he looked at the pile of small to large blades, which lined the grass beside him and the much smaller pile of sharpened blades on his other side. Somehow they would get Anu back though, one way or another they would get her back. The giant’s stomach gave a quiet growl and he rose to his feet. At all times now, while outside of the manor, the man wore his sword on his back and his knife belt just incase the idiots who ran Aniwaya decided to come back for more. Abandoning his work Jazper made his way closer to the manor his mind set on a snack. At the sight of Soran and a sword he couldn’t help but make a small detour. With a soft smile he approached the older lady, “What you thinking about?” It was a question that most dare not ask in such a trying time but the dark lady was slowly becoming very dear to the Knight.