10-14-2008, 07:08 PM
OOC: Hope Jazz counts as family ;p
IC:
The night was silent and safe to the soon to be year old male. With his birthday just around the corner and winter soon to hit he had taken it apon himself to go and visit his mother. Anu had informed his that she still resided in Phoenix Valley which lay east of Halifax. It was quite the journey for some but, for the luperci it was a mere weekend trip for he often traveled to Halifax. Ever since he had confessed to Pilot his insecurities of family he had felt better about his life. Of course he had also had a run in with Lucifer and been scolded for his disrespect. Jazper Rhainnon was no fool though and an apology goes far between father and son. As he approched what he presumed to be the packs boarders a howl rang threw the night, an open invitation for a festival of sorts. Quickly he started on.
The cool night breeze would soon become a problem as winter aproched and for now the wolf was covered by a brown cloak heavy of grizzly bear fur. A few weeks past he had come across the dead bear and skinned it sure he could make something of use with the cold winter ahead. Sure enough he had cut and prepared a fine hooded cloak out of it. For now he walked threw the territory, a cloaked figure. His leather knife belt clung to his hips decorated by a small carving knive and a small red handled sword protected also within leather. Around his neck hung his silver flask half empty with red wine from the trip. The smell of fire filled his nose as he approched the small group of wolves, half familiar to him. Large hands reached up as he lowered his hood revealing his large figure entierly along side his golden eyes which seemed to be like stars in the cool night sky. "Mom, Tal?" He whispered. It had been to long for the boy. He moved forward and embraced his mother with a bearhug and a goofy smile and reaching over to his little brother to pat him on the head, "'Fraid you probably don't remember me lad." It was a strange thing, Jazper's accent. As he grew older his vocie seemed to grow into the thicker Scottish accent his father had possesed. Maybe it was all of his dreams about his dad that had caused this new occurance. His voice grew thick with it when his emotions were at their exstreams. While in normal day to day life it was hardly noticable except for the odd word.
IC:
The night was silent and safe to the soon to be year old male. With his birthday just around the corner and winter soon to hit he had taken it apon himself to go and visit his mother. Anu had informed his that she still resided in Phoenix Valley which lay east of Halifax. It was quite the journey for some but, for the luperci it was a mere weekend trip for he often traveled to Halifax. Ever since he had confessed to Pilot his insecurities of family he had felt better about his life. Of course he had also had a run in with Lucifer and been scolded for his disrespect. Jazper Rhainnon was no fool though and an apology goes far between father and son. As he approched what he presumed to be the packs boarders a howl rang threw the night, an open invitation for a festival of sorts. Quickly he started on.
The cool night breeze would soon become a problem as winter aproched and for now the wolf was covered by a brown cloak heavy of grizzly bear fur. A few weeks past he had come across the dead bear and skinned it sure he could make something of use with the cold winter ahead. Sure enough he had cut and prepared a fine hooded cloak out of it. For now he walked threw the territory, a cloaked figure. His leather knife belt clung to his hips decorated by a small carving knive and a small red handled sword protected also within leather. Around his neck hung his silver flask half empty with red wine from the trip. The smell of fire filled his nose as he approched the small group of wolves, half familiar to him. Large hands reached up as he lowered his hood revealing his large figure entierly along side his golden eyes which seemed to be like stars in the cool night sky. "Mom, Tal?" He whispered. It had been to long for the boy. He moved forward and embraced his mother with a bearhug and a goofy smile and reaching over to his little brother to pat him on the head, "'Fraid you probably don't remember me lad." It was a strange thing, Jazper's accent. As he grew older his vocie seemed to grow into the thicker Scottish accent his father had possesed. Maybe it was all of his dreams about his dad that had caused this new occurance. His voice grew thick with it when his emotions were at their exstreams. While in normal day to day life it was hardly noticable except for the odd word.