Call the knights of the old code
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Backdated to like the 12th of January because Jace sucks
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The anger. The raw burning rage was unstoppable and unyielding. He still saw in shades of red and the brute was unable to shift from his monstrous secui form. Lacerations and other injuries marked his dusty colored body from which blood dripped in a steady stream. But the Knight male had no care for himself, no care for his own pain and suffering. All that mattered was the small scared female at his side who was even now still shaking with fear from her attack. His mind snapped back to that sky eyed man and again his rage soared. Any who knew Lorenzo as a boy and a pack mate would not recognize the hatred filled creature that had taken residence within his body.

Any who crossed his path would quickly leave it again for fear of being attacked and mauled, all those who were not looking for a fight that was. The male walked with his teeth bared at an unknown foe, muzzle wrinkled past any normal expression of anger, well into blinding fury. That man had been.. he was.. his disgusting hands all over his Juliet, the violence that raged from these thoughts was sufficient that Lorenzo wished he could murder the male all over again. As it was he was barely able to force himself to walk forwards, towards his home that he had not seen in three or four days.

The borders came upon them quickly, too soon for Enzo had not walked off nearly a quarter of the anger he had hoped to. Facing his father when he was feeling like this would be dangerous if Jazper took it as an attempt to usurp his dominant position. But for the life of him the tawny male would not lower his hackles, could not cover his teeth and could not stop his mismatched eyes from blazing. His tipped his head backwards and howled, the sound savage and filled with ferociousness, likely that Jazper wouldn't even recognise it as his own and come to the borders expecting a fight.
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Jules is in Lupus form and mostly under Lorenzo cowering with her ears pinned and her tail tucked..

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Fear, it was all she could feel right now. Fear at every sound, at every movement. Something was going to attack, something was out there that was going to be just like Fenin. She had thought him her friend, her companion that would have had an adventure with him just the next day but he wanted her to stay. Stay in the dark and let her mother worry, stay in the dusty shack with nothing to do. She would have stayed if had been darker, she would have play games and maybe drawn on the dust covered walls if only it had gone better.

Her body winced as she lived the moments over again, what had she done wrong? What did she do to make him to that, why did he have to touch her like that? Her body moved closer to the large form of her savior, though in her lupus form he was a monster in his size. She had only taken this form out of fear and out of the dusted male’s protection, if she took this form her body may not hurt as much. It may not have as many curves and would rid the feeling of his hand, right?

Wrong, she still felt the pain. She felt his touch and every bit of blood that dripped from her wounds; her body ached as she took every step to keep up with Lorenzo. Her eyes showed pain, her face was twisted in something that no one would have known possible. If you knew the girl you would know her emotionless face and voice, would know that her body and eyes only showed her emotion and it was hard to see even a small smile. But now. Now was different, her face was adorn with pain and fear.

Her fear filled eyes looked worryingly at her savior, seeing the blood that dripped down his fur. She whimpered but she knew it would not help; it would only help his rage. She watched what he had done, how he had killed another wolf but she was not afraid. It was her fault he was like this, her fault that she was like this. Everything was her fault.

When the stopped Juliet moved towards Lorenzo, moving till she was almost underneath his large form. She wanted to feel protected, wanted to be not so much trouble for someone she had unnamed feelings for. When he howled she winced at its harshness but she only whimpered as she licked at his chest as if she were a frightened pup. In most ways she was, she wasn’t even a year old and she had caused such destruction. To not just her but her someone she was longing to see. She cause him to feel pain and to protect her, this was all her fault.


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OOC herpderp? / 516


The control was gone, snapped like the mongrel's spine had been and left in its place only screaming unevenness. There was a distinct danger to Lorenzo now as though he might crack loose at any time and rampage his inner turmoil against any who were nearby. Claws sunk into the frozen earth and gouged the land deeply as he wanted. His tail twitched behind him, the dusty colored flag lashing at the air with sharp whip like strokes, his agitation only grew the longer he stood here, the longer she was unprotected by pack borders, out in no man's land she was in danger but the walls of pack would help keep her safe, help keep him sane.


Her whimper shot through him like a spike of electricity and his head twisted around to meet hers, lips immediately covering teeth and hackles lowering fractionally, it wasn't much but enough to show it wasn't she that he was angry at, that none of his ferocity was aimed at her. A warm tongue came out to brush against her muzzle gently, bathing a small scratch there that tiny droplets of crimson clung to. She bled much more from other places but those would hurt her to lick them clean, the scratch would have to do for now. A soft noise came from his chest, not quite a growl but not quite a whine, somewhere between the two.


Juliet pushed herself against him and for a second he was confused as to what it was she wanted, the feel of her warm body against his own was soothing however. Her intentions were clear when she began to wriggle underneath his huge form. The male lifted up his paw to make things easier and she settled down under his body. He returned his paw to the ground and hunkered down so that she could brush her head against his chest if she so wished. The lovely femme only whimpered all the more for his savage cry and he felt her tongue against the wound on his chest which bled more than the others. Awkwardly his head twisted around again, he could have made things simpler on himself had he moved his form but no force on earth was going to make him do that so his large head turned uncomfortably until he could see her face, look into her eyes and almost snarled at what he saw there, self blame. She was blaming herself for her attack and for his injuries, for his anger, he could see everything within her gaze as clear as the sun during the day time.


Thees ees not yer fauhlt. Do not blame yerself for wha' tha' monstar did to yerself. Don't cha dare theenk tha'. His voice was calm as he spoke to her, gentle either, giving away no trace of the seething bile of hatred that hovered just beneath his skin, howling for release so he could take his revenge on the world for her pain and suffering. He would kill them all and burn the world to ashes before he let them touch her again.

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DerpyHerpy..

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His movements made her adjustment easier, though the way he moved seemed to be rather uncomfortable. Was she causing him discomfort, should she move so it was easier for him to move? She thought about moving but her body seemed to lock her in place; she wanted to be under him to feel more protected. To help him protect her more with her small body under him seemed like the best idea for her frightened body. Her mind agreed with his as she tried to relax as she watched his tension almost vanish at her touch. She was about to relax him from that rage induced reaction, how did that work?

Her normal line of questions was hushed as she remained cowered under his massive form, what could she do to make it all better? His voice made her jump, squeak even out of fear and surprise. He did not want her to blame herself, who else was to blame? If she would have stayed the whole mess would have been avoided, Fenin would have been happy. She would have been fine and Lorenzo would not be injured and forced to kill another wolf. This was all her fault, no matter what he said it was her fault.

”If.. I only would have stayed. He wouldn’t have attacked me, he wouldn’t have…” The girl’s body shook as she remembered where his hands had been, remembered what had happened. Her voice strayed form its normal emotionless tone to a sad and pain filled voice. Tears seemed to well up in her eyes but she raised an injured paw and wiped them away, she needed to not make Lorenzo upset again.

Her body moved lightly again as she moved her head to rub against his chest, trying to not just calm the dusted brown male above her but herself. She was shaking like a leaf and she needed to stop, she was worrying Lorenzo. The metallic taste of his blood made her jup very lightly, as if it were a bolt of lightning on her tongue. Only her movements cause the deep gash lines on her hip to taint the ground with her blood, she needed to calm down. Lorenzo would protect her, she just needed to calm down.


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OOC / +500


Night was upon the Cavaleri land and the dark Knight lazily lay in front of the Courthouse. It was the good sort of life when a leader could calmly look out at the stars under the night sky without worry. His children were all old enough to take care of themselves, his pack was growing, and thoughts of Ghita and his old life were slowly slipping away. He could get use to these lands and his new friends and pack mates. Anann and him remained busy most days but it was nice to just lay around for once. Enzo had wandered off a couple days ago but the warrior wasn’t concerned for his boy. Lorenzo was a large wolf and quick on his feet, more than able to defend himself and young adults often wandered from their homes for days at a time. Heck, he still enjoyed hiding out in Halifax for a couple days at a time.


His relaxation was suddenly startled by a loud cry from his boarders. Instinctively the Knight recognized the call as one of anger and hatred, not the call you wanted at your boarders. A snarl escaped his lips as he rose to his four paws and began to run quickly across the lightly snow covered floor. The call was clearly for him and Fenris knew he was ready to take on whoever dare howl for him in such a manner. This was his pack, his lands that he had worked to take hold of, every member was loyal to him and Anann and no one would take it from him.


Large paws carried him as rapidly as his large body would allow towards the source. Instantly he recognized the scent of his son but another was mixed in. Horror and anger overcame the beast as he charged forward brain searching and hoping his Enzo would be untouched. Bursting through the trees he spotted his sons body, golden eyes looking for another as his teeth clicked together aggressively. At first there seemed to be no one there besides Lorenzo but upon closer examination Jazper noted a small female hidden under his sons large body.


Almost as quickly as the large warrior had appeared his body language began to shift. There before him was his son and a cowering girl, both roughed up. His boy was stained with blood and his hackles were raised in a dominant manner. Instinctively the alpha wanted to hiss at the aggressive body language of his large son, had he not been the one to call so full of anger and hate for his father? Ears flickered back and forth, wanting to fold in confusion and hurt but at the same standing up on edge out of instinct. His tail remained raised though his fur smoothed down and his lips covered his teeth. At last his concern for his boy over came the instinctive dominance and he moved forward, his nose lightly nudging the brown hued male, Enzo, what’s happened? Who did this to you? He insisted, voice rising out of confusion and urgency. Who is this?





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It was lucky that Jazper pulled his head back when he did for Lorenzo's jaws snapped shut with a loud snap just centimeters from where the Knight alpha's face had just been. Juliet shifted underneath him, her fear was so prominent it made him want to sneeze. The warning growl that came from his was fierce but also thick with desperation, fighting with his father was the last thing he wanted but he would do all for the female quivering under his body. Without warning the younger male began to shake as though overtaken by cold chills, his teeth rattled together from their bared grimace, and his voice was that of someone forced to the edge,

"S..s..steey bahck. Ah dun't wanna fight wit' yahself." His bi toned eyes flicked around wildly as though seeking a target to destroy, within them was a heavy emotino something akin to mourning and he was, mourning for the loss of her innocence and his owl soul which was now stained by the blood of the man he had killed. Jazper would have to know, there was no circumnavigating that fact. The shout burst from him, a roar that echoed from that trees,

"EE 'URT 'ER! Ee tached 'er weth hes filthah 'ands. Ee forced 'er against 'er will weth eh's filthah body and Ee 'urt 'er. Ahh keeled 'im wit' me own two 'ands and nahh Ah 'ave to teek care of 'er. Ah 'ave ta look aftah 'er. She ned's tah stay 'ere, weth mahself." After its initial surge of strength his voice petered away, folded in upon itself and the beast that was there rolled back leaving just a boy, raw and hurting greatly. Again that pleading desperation was back in his voice, never before had he exposed himself to anyone in such a way, never befoer had Jazper seen his son like this,

"Let meh keep 'er 'ere Da. Let meh keep 'er 'ere safe. Ah'll look aftah 'ere." He has said what he could, the decision was ultimately Jazper's but surely the alpha knew that if he denied his son's request that he would lose him completely, lose that part of his heart that still remained with him and the rest of the Marino-Knights, the small part that Juliet had not overtaken in their short time together.
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Jules is in Lupus form. She is kinda scared of Jazper..

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Again the girl shook but this time not because of her memories but because of the one approaching them, large and black as night. She whimpered softly though she licked her partner’s wound as if to keep her mind off the danger that could ensue from the ebony male that was closing his space between them. She wanted everyone to go away, she wanted to hide and never show her eyes to her beautiful world again.

No. Not beautiful. It was nasty, horrible. A world where others seemed to rationalize hurting another, where it was okay to touch.. Her mind wandered as she jumped almost standing up as the unknown male began to speak. Her indigo eyes moved away from Lorenzo’s chest and to the man’s yellow eyes, lucky for him they were not blue. Though her body still cowered further, her tail pinned to her legs harder and her ears fell to her skull.

Make him go away, she wanted to ask Lorenzo but he began to talk and she did not wish to interrupt him. Knowing how volatile he was, something could snap him. Her touch would rub him the wrong way, and maybe.. She calmed her mind as she just listened to the dusted male’s thick accent, though what he was saying just made her tremble more, his voice seemed to sooth her worries. It was strange how that worked, her mind was on the events even her body trembled having to hear what had happened to her but just listening to Lorenzo seemed to help.

Juliet let her head cock to the side when he said just one word, Da. So the large male was his father? No wander he was so menacing in size! Though as if to help his please she whimpered softly, lifting her nose to the male above her and lightly rubbed as if to try to calm him. When really she was still afraid of his father, how would she cure this fear? Would he accept her? She whimpered once more though not from fear but pain as her body shook from a none existent cold, only making the deep wound on her hip bleed even more.


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OOC / +300


As Enzo’s jaws snapped and his warning was voiced Jazper felt torn between anger and pity at his son. The alpha blood that flowed thick through his veins urged him to attack the boy. Although Enzo was large and an able fighter, thanks to his heritage and spending a lot of time following his dad around, the elder Knight knew that his experience mixed with his mass would help him if it came down to a brawl. However, this was his son, his little boy that he had raised and protected from a blind little ball of fur, to a noisy joker, and finally into a young man. Although his instincts at the moment deemed him a threat the father struggled to control his emotions, though a soft growl still rumbled in his chest. It was obvious that Enzo was not himself in this moment and Jazper would have to be patient with him, regardless of his internal need to put the boy in his place.


At last his son’s wild demeanor turned into a shouting boy. As the words escaped his jaws the Sole could visually see the emotional drain of a confused and angry young man. The fur on the back of his neck began to relax and the pity over came his own anger. Under no circumstance would he have wished such a thing to happen to any female. As his golden eyes looked down softly at the girl hidden benieth Lorenzo’s large frame he nodded. Of course she may stay. Go get her settled in and clean yourselves up. His body language became that of a gentle father once again as he stepped a little to the side, motioning for them to move past him. The two would need some time alone to feel safe again and to allow the tension time to disappear. I will make sure the boarders are well watched. You both just attempt to stitch yourselves back together. For now he would allow them time alone but the father would have to speak to his youngest son later on, an apology for his behavior today would be required.


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Tension sparked between the two large males and just when it seemed that a fight would become inevitable something changed, the atmosphere down-vamped and while the scent of anger still tinged the air it was no longer the murderous fury that had drove him to kill. Understanding bled through Jazper's posturing and as the father calmed down so the son did too. The monster burning away until it was all gone, leaving only echos of its hatred and an evil ashy taste in his mouth, combined with the metallic coppery taste and scent of blood.

He longed to lay down and sleep off the pain of his injuries and the remnants of malevolence that lingered within his soul. Juliet's fear was almost one with his own he could feel it so strongly, Lorenzo heard her whimper and resisted the urge to comfort her in front of his father, it seemed something too personal to do in front of anyone, not just Jazper. He blinked as surprise filled him at Jazper's easy acceptance of what certainly looked like trouble. His voice was subdued now as he replied with a short,

"Thank yee." Using his head like a guider he ushered Juliet across the borders, taking care to keep his own body between his dark father and light colored woman. He didn't spare Jazper a look back, focused on Juliet and watching for any signs that she would stumble.
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Crappy post is carppy..

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Her body shook again when the dark colored male spoke, something about his voice seemed to terrified her. She knew better than to show this though her eyes yelled it out, not helping her hide her emotions. The air around them was almost the same as the air back near the shack where she was led to, again her body shook but this time from the memory. How could she get that feeling off of her”? How come every time her eyes closed his blue eyes stared back at her? Why did this all happen?

Her body slunk back slightly, the air still think with a stale odor of a fight. Tension, anger, hostility. Juliet did not like any of it, she was the cause of it all. The cause of murder, the cause of this thick air, the cause for Lorenzo for being hurt. It was all her fault. Her mind raced as she ignored the rest of the interactions between father and son; instead she blamed herself for everything. It was all her fault, she should have stayed. She should have done whatever Fenin wanted, everything would have been alright.

Her mind finally stopped with its rambling, its blaming, as she felt her savior move. Gesturing her across the invisible line that was his home, they needed to go across. Then she could be safe right? The girl whimpered again, moving ahead of her companion unsure if it was safe to go any further. Pain shot through her body as she limped to through her new home.


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#11
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A protective almost shadow that seemed to merge into the gloom, his father disappeared from sight as he ushered her farther and farther into Casa territory. Still the coil of tension didn't unwind, his stomach had formed into a hard ball and then lodged itself somewhere up his throat, making speech almost impossible. To be truthful Lorenzo hadn't really thought much past getting Jazper to accept her into Casa, now that he had he was at a loss as to what to do. The night was their comfort and the stars a twinkling blanket to cover them, hiding them from many a wide eyed stare.

There was no water nearby warm enough to bathe away the blood and grime with, himself he didn't mind taking a quick dip in the freezing river to wash away his sins but Juliet would need better than that. Clean warm water boiled over an open fire and soft bandages soaked in pain killing salve. Unfortunately he didn't know how to make medicinal items to cure her injuries but he could at least provide warm water. It would be a question of whether or nnot she would want to stay in his room alone with him. She had been through a lot of trauma, even now she still shook from her fear, he could see and smell that much.

He cleared his throat somewhat awkwardly, now that the adrenalin was draining away it left his social dysfunction out for display.

"Ahh can 'eat sam water fer yahself back in tha' Fort. Yah can clean up thar, if yah ar' wantin'." His voice was now quiet, almost hushed, loud noises might scare her even more. He didn't want her to feel scared around him, she would never have anything to fear from him. It was almost the same feeling that drove him to protect his sister and mother, almost but different in a fundamental way, a way he was not yet familiar with identifying.


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