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Post by kevlar on May 10, 2013 17:08:42 GMT
Without time, there could be no progress.
Jagger wondered why he suddenly remembered that from his father. He wondered what it was his father had been trying to say and he wondered if his father even remembered saying that to him. What could it mean? Perhaps he meant that you couldn't change or notice that you had changed without the passing of time? Or maybe he meant that progress only ever happened as time went on and, if time were to stand still, we would all be stuck doing the same thing over and over again?
Wasn't that what Jagger was doing? Doing the same thing day in and day out for a pride he had come to love, only after giving up on his other pack? It was silly to brood over the past, but there were often days when all he felt was anger and hurt toward those who had made him what he was today. But those sad memories were for another time. He was Prince Jagger, nothing could stop him!
Pulling himself out of his reverie, Jagger jumped over the next grave, his nails digging into the cool earth as he looked back at the tombstone and wondered who it was buried there. As he wondered, a frog hopped out onto the grave and Jagger immediately crouched down, getting eye-to-eye with the frog and snuffing out of his nose at it. The frog croaked at him and Jagger's short tail began to wag furiously, play position engaged as he stared down his dark muzzle at the creature.
When it leaped again, Jagger leaped with it, landing a bit away from where he started, eyes still on the frog as it croaked again. The Prince could hear the frog's heartbeat, could see its eyes rolling around in its sockets, trying to asses Jagger as a friend or as a foe. When it leaped again, Jagger pulled back and gave a loud bark at it, frightening the frog in the other direction, watching it hop away quickly.
Quite satisfied with himself, Jagger then turned back around to the graveyard, ears on high alert as he moved between the graves. He was supposed to be scouting after all, not playing with frogs and self-contemplation. He was on high alert, not sure who or what he would run into.
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Post by Hunter on May 10, 2013 19:39:17 GMT
"Speech."
She hadn’t seen either Lee or Orion for a while. Pff, not that she was getting needy or anything of course. But she was Victoria after all which meant she always was out looking over the members of the pack – the male ones of them to be more precise. Bear, the new General, wasn’t a bad shot. He was nice enough to look at, but perhaps a little too young for her liking. Might be his position would mature him in time though, she certainly would keep an eye on him. At the time being she was bored. She had a few hours of spare time before it would be her time to patrol while her parents, sister and close friends all were busy with their own duties. So now she was just strolling about on her own, keeping an eye out for some fun she could do before she would be needed.
Her big paws lead her to the cemetery, a place she’d been told the humans had been buried when dead. She was far too young to have ever seen a human, but her parents had told her stories about them – none of them which she’d liked. Perhaps those two-legged creatures were gone for good. Whatever, why should she even care about them? Her fluffy tail danced across her back as she enjoyed a mild autumn breeze, and her sweet but observant brown eyes scanned the area. The distant sound of a frog was hard for her to hear due to her deafness on her left ear, but her other senses quickly told her that something was going on. Nothing of danger. But something, fun? Her curiosity was lit, she went toward the scene where a big dog barked in joy at a frog that soon leapt away.
”I see you’re busy,” she said in a sweet, teasing tone. Her husky tail was casually resting on her back, her head tilted curiously to the side. She already liked what she saw. The Tempest male was tall and he looked strong. As far as she reckoned, this was the hunter known as Jagger, or Prince Jagger as some also called him. His reputation as a hardworking and successful hunter made him interesting in the young Husky mix’ eyes, and his size was inviting as well. Victoria was big for a female since she’d inherited her father’s strong and bulky appearance, but thankfully her mother had made sure to give her a more feminine touch so that she didn’t look all like her brute of a father. Hanging out with tall guys made her look good - and it wasn’t really a secret that she liked power. Well, that was what happened when you were the daughter of the two veterans, Nemesis and Clegane. Both soldiers had retired, but their reputation as fierce fighers remained nonetheless. And Victoria would be sure to make them proud. Being two and a half years old, Victoria was already working on it, taking her place among the members of the Bloody Paw. But mingling with the Fangs wasn’t bad – at least not if they all looked like Jagger. ”’Name’s Victoria, Vic for short if you like. I suppose you must be Jagger?” she continued in a friendly manner, but with a slightly playful undertone, hoping to catch the male’s attention.
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Post by kevlar on May 11, 2013 2:41:12 GMT
Jagger's eyes wandered briefly to a grave, even as he smelled another dog coming his way. His eyes glanced over he carvings in the stone, wondering what primitive creature had decided that it was a good idea to put all of these stones in the ground to inhibit passage across the grounds. Someone had once tried to explain the concept to him but he wasn't interested in listening to the particular dog it was coming from so he tuned out most of the explanation.
Jagger turned his head to face the dog that approached from the other side of the cemetery, watching as she practically pranced toward him. She seemed incredibly relaxed, almost too relaxed to be meeting a strange dog in pack territory. No wait, Jagger narrowed his eyes. If it was pack territory, of course one would be more relaxed with meeting a dog there because they are presumably part of said pack. Jagger sagely nodded his head, glad that he had cleared up that small confusion.
When she got close enough to comment on his actions, he found his tail wagging lightly. Not just a female, a pretty female. There were plenty of attractive females in the pack, but he had a special spot for Huskies, being that his first woman was a husky Husky. He straightened himself up and nodded curtly when she introduced herself. The offspring of Nemesis and Clegane, two legendary soldiers of Tempest, she probably had received the best of both parents. But that was up for debate until he could start talking to her and actually learn who she was.
He began to circle her, staying light on his feet and diving away from her a couple of times. "That's Prince Jagger, if you don't mind. I happen to come from very noble blood, as you can see from my elegant ears and perfect beard." His eyes glittered with humor as he nipped at one of her back paws. "And, if memory serves me right, you're the child of Nemesis and Clegane, correct? Everyone knows about you." He teased, wondering how she would take that "accusation". Sometimes, by saying things that others could be offended by, you could get them to reveal things about themselves without even having to ask. He wondered if she would catch on and he wondered if she wanted to play.
He continued to dance around her, light on his paws and his tongue starting to loll out the side of his muzzle. "Victoria, was it? How do you feel about a game of chase? I haven't gotten to hunt anything today and now I'm restless with energy." He commented, pulling in close so their noses were almost touching. "I could use someone to play with." He teased, pulling back and assuming the play-stance: head down, tail up.
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