[dnd] [p] the words are my praises

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 09-03-2012, 04:55 PM

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It was late in the evening when Jazper had returned home, happy with the results of his hunting trip. Luck had been on his side and he had managed to bring home what had once been an injured fawn. It didn’t matter to him how the little thing had been hurt, once prey broke a bone they were a free feast as far as he was concerned. With the moon high in the sky he sat at his desk, writing in his log book about the status of the pack and the members. With a heavy heart he reported that Alyssum had come down with a fever, likely from infection or something the wild cat had been carrying. He wondered how she had become ill yet he was walking around fine, the bandages kept fresh and wrapped tightly around his torso protecting the scratched on his back from infection. Flipping through the pages he reflected silently on what a good idea it was to keep track this way. It was near impossible to remember what happened with the pack day to day.

Closing the book quietly he made his way to bed, snuggling under the furs happily. As he began to drift off a rattle from the door and Alyssum’s voice caused him to sit up. His normally clothed body was clearly bare, only the furs covering his lower half. Gold eyes looked at the soft brown coymix curiously. Aly.... this is a surprise. He greeting fondly before remembering her fever, Shouldn’t you be in bed? The way she had addressed him made him suspicious, had the sickness gotten to her head? Never before had he heard he refer to him a “big boy”. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he waited for an explanation.

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