09-06-2008, 03:45 PM
He walked silently, rock under his feet. He did not know where it would take him, as long as it was away from Twilight Vale's old territory, away from the planning of the new pack. He was almost 11 months old now and what had he done with himself? Lifting a large hand like paw he pushed his bangs to the side and shruged his shoulder to keep his pack from diging into his shoulder. He was fully grown at his age large and warrior like in body mass. He had been dreaming of his parents, Ares and Taka. They had of course faded eventually and they had not been back since the meeting about Crimson Dreams. When Jazper thought about his parents he normally mentioned Lucifer and Deuce. It had only been recently, while talking to Anu, that he had decided that he would only introduce himself as Lucifer Sawtooth and Deuce Rhiannon's son. Not adopted, not Pilot's adoptive son, not Dierdres adopted son, and not Ares and Taka's son.
Stopping as he came to a strange sight he gasped. The sand on the beach befor him was not the light brown of his shorts but the black of his coat. He squated down, pullin off his backpack to sit in the coal colored sand. The blue of the water had a wounderful comparision to the land this way. Sadly, it reminded him of Lucifer's eyes. The young adult hadn't seen his father since Twilight Vale split up. Some members had stayed, members he was loyal too. Thus, his place was with those pack members for the time being. He wished he could travel around with his father, see the lands. So far he had stuck to his own pack, minding his own buisness, and gone to Halifax a few times. He did not know where his father had gone, or what he was doing but, he missed him. Looking at himself and his dad you could not guess they were not related. They were both large, both a dark black and both talented hunters. Jazper had taken a liking to protecting the pack as his job over hunting for them though. He let out a small howl fully expecting noone to hear. It was a sad sound full of longing for family. Deep inside him he was angry at his mom and dad for seperating the family and now both of them had left the young lad to live alone in the new pack.
Stopping as he came to a strange sight he gasped. The sand on the beach befor him was not the light brown of his shorts but the black of his coat. He squated down, pullin off his backpack to sit in the coal colored sand. The blue of the water had a wounderful comparision to the land this way. Sadly, it reminded him of Lucifer's eyes. The young adult hadn't seen his father since Twilight Vale split up. Some members had stayed, members he was loyal too. Thus, his place was with those pack members for the time being. He wished he could travel around with his father, see the lands. So far he had stuck to his own pack, minding his own buisness, and gone to Halifax a few times. He did not know where his father had gone, or what he was doing but, he missed him. Looking at himself and his dad you could not guess they were not related. They were both large, both a dark black and both talented hunters. Jazper had taken a liking to protecting the pack as his job over hunting for them though. He let out a small howl fully expecting noone to hear. It was a sad sound full of longing for family. Deep inside him he was angry at his mom and dad for seperating the family and now both of them had left the young lad to live alone in the new pack.