04-30-2012, 06:34 PM
I'm throwing an Enzo at ya'll 
A distantly familiar voice had him pausing and listening intently. Loud and booming, playful. It had been a long while since he had heard it. He knew he had jobs to do and tasks to complete but his curiosity would not allow him to simply stroll on by this scene. Sighing quietly the Knight male instead turned and headed towards where he had heard the voice. Confused feelings welled up inside of him like they had done when he had first learned Tony had come back too. He had liked having Jazper and Fia all to himself although he couldn't deny feeling some sort of happy emotion that his older brother had returned.
Jazper had always been so proud of Aro, more than he had of Lorenzo, maybe because Aro was his first born and therefore special in some way. It was enough of a rift that he stopped short of Aro and Fia and didn't rush to greet him with friendliness like Fia had done. He simply watched the pair of them with a sad confused smile upon his face, his large paw braced against a tree and his mace and carving knife swinging gently from his rawhide belt.
A distantly familiar voice had him pausing and listening intently. Loud and booming, playful. It had been a long while since he had heard it. He knew he had jobs to do and tasks to complete but his curiosity would not allow him to simply stroll on by this scene. Sighing quietly the Knight male instead turned and headed towards where he had heard the voice. Confused feelings welled up inside of him like they had done when he had first learned Tony had come back too. He had liked having Jazper and Fia all to himself although he couldn't deny feeling some sort of happy emotion that his older brother had returned.
Jazper had always been so proud of Aro, more than he had of Lorenzo, maybe because Aro was his first born and therefore special in some way. It was enough of a rift that he stopped short of Aro and Fia and didn't rush to greet him with friendliness like Fia had done. He simply watched the pair of them with a sad confused smile upon his face, his large paw braced against a tree and his mace and carving knife swinging gently from his rawhide belt.