Where we make men from boys
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16th June
1009

His footsteps were not the pace of a man who was hurried and impatient they were measured and firm, taking him forwards at a calm speed. About him Casa was fully in bloom now with summer bringing everything to true life. It was truly beautiful and although Lorenzo was not usually a very spiritual person, it touched somewhere inside of him and he was all the more appreciative for the lovely closing end to this day. Not even the birds chirping could irritate him as they did the most of the time.

Night was just creeping into the horizon by the time he had reached the hot springs, there was a slight chill to the air despite it being summer than the springs managed to ward off. It didn't take him much searching to find the old abandoned mine that Jazper had told him about. He shuddered slightly as he descended down into the claustrophobic space. The darkness pressed in from all sides and make his fur itch uncomfortably, it didn't take him long to find the fluorite deposit that his father had spoken off. With the knife he had brought along with him Lorenzo managed to cut off a piece about the size of his fist. He was unsure of how he was going to display it about his person. He hurriedly left the mine and breathed in the warmer air easily and thankfully.

The stench of sulfur and mud infused the air, giving it a slightly stale scent, but it wasn't overwhelming. Walking with care the Knight made his way amongst the springs and pools until he found one of the hotter ones. It made him feel uncomfortable under his fur but he knew that as night set in it would get cooler and he would be glad for this heat. e sat himself down at the water's edge and watched the bubbling liquid. Night fell and still the giant was sat there. Lorenzo had long ago disappeared down inside of himself, his mental attention turned inwards onto himself and his life.

He focused on what made him him. A large part of his personality was centered around being Jazper's son, he was always trying to be the son that he thought Jazper would want and be the boy..man? that his father would want him to be. Another large part of him was his love for Juliet, he knew without a doubt that he loved the red tipped princess, she gave him the stength in the morning to get up and do his duty and gave him something special to look forwards to coming home to at night as well. Her acceptance of his proposal to become a bonded pair had given him new energy for his life, he had future plans to look forwards to now instead of living one day or week at a time. She had told him that her father had been the one to create Cercatori d'Arte so she was almost like royalty and though his father had been the one to make Casa, surprisingly Lorenzo didn't feel as though he was heir to the kingdom so to speak, he was just an ordinary member, a higher ranking one but a member never the less.

At some point during the night the male stopped seeing his surroundings but his awareness of the world around him skyrocketed. He could hear things he never could before. Just the pure stillness and silence allowed him to perceive so much more. His eyes still pierced into the night however, brilliant in their gem-like appearance. The more the night wore on the more Lorenzo chipped away at the walls surrounding who he truly was, every flaw and fault laid bare for him to witness with no illusions about who he was. He focused on his reason for wanting to join the brotherhood beyond wanting to please Jazper. There was the need there, the desire to protect those around him, to keep them safe. He was not very connected to his pack-mates he realised and yet he was willing to not only die for them but to live in sufferance to keep them safe. When those raiders had attacked he had thrown everything he had into chasing them out, it had driven him to kill somebody, maybe not a good person but still a person.

A line of faces paraded past his mental eye, each of them just as important as the next and yet some were totally unknown to him, recognizable by a singular interaction. One face however filled him with a sadness that was inconsolable, that of his mother, Ghita. He had never really allowed himself to feel about her leaving. He focused on her, the way he remembered her smelling, the way she held him when he was sad or hurt as a child. He was surprised when a sob bubbled up his throat. Another one followed just as unstoppable as the first. Before he could control them more came and the Knight male found himself truly mourning the loss of his mother who despite being not that close to, he still loved very much.


He let himself cry quietly for a while and found that when he could finally control himself he felt better about the whole thing, as though a weight had been lifted off of his chest. He spent the rest of his time at the hot springs in a meditative silence, thinking back upon his life and the things that motivated him, his instinctive desire to protect the pack around him and its members. When dawn came, he was stiff and sore but had found a new part of himself that had been as yet undiscovered, a new light that he could follow. He felt as though he had been torn apart but then remade better, newer and stronger. His journey back to the Fort was as unhurried as his journey from it, he knew what awaited him within his father's eyes, and the sun tattoo through which he saw life.


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