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- Grace D'Angelo - 09-29-2010 [html] Ghita <3. EDIT: I finally looked at a map and realized that PV only owns like, a sliver of Arachnea's Revenge xDD *HEADDESK*
Grace could have sworn she saw that tree before. Or maybe she hadn't. Or... wait, wasn't it close to the big rock that she had passed by fifteen minutes ago? That big rock was next to the meadow, she thought, and the meadow with the big late blooming flowers was close to the Ranch - and the Ranch was her new home! That was.. good cardinal directions... right? Waddling from one tree to the other, the D'Angelo puppy sniffed zealously as she had watched Addison do so many times before. It wasn't as if she was lost per say, merely in a new situation that she hadn't encountered before. And with no one around to help her make the new situation into an old situation, she had no intention of stopping until she found her way back to the Ranch. But only if she truly remembered how to get back, for although she could swear upon her ten week old life that this tree, with the weird scraggy branches was close to where she was before. Truly speaking, however, Grace was nowhere near the Ranch. In fact, if she had known better about the world around her and pack etiquette, the copper girl would have recognized a peculiar scent that indicated Phoenix Valley's marked borders. This relocated her not to the heart of Phoenix Valley itself, where the Three Moon's Ranch resided, but instead, closer to the southern edges of Arachnea's Revenge. As Grace walked along aimlessly, she couldn't suppress a shiver that surprised her spine. Day was dying fast, and with autumn's seasonal change on full course, the night wouldn't hold such balmy temperatures that it did previous. The reality of the scene had not yet dawned upon the puppy that she was getting cold, and was lost amongst dense spider-ridden woods. But it didn't matter, because she had seen this tree close to home, right? - Ghita Marino - 09-30-2010 [html] XD Np, Ghita has mad tracking skills. ;3 Btw Grace will have to tell Ghita that she's related to Jazper - Ghita won't know otherwise. XP
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Grace circled around and around the same tree before finally sitting hard on her own rump. Pushing her paws down to the ground, she watched as small spiders ran away from the intrusion. Furrowing her brows, she pawed at them with puppy curiosity before realizing she was getting distracted. "Hi'm gettin distwacted!" She snorted obviously to the world around her, stamping her feet in mounting agitation. Although she realized that there wasn't much she could do but maybe start walking again - but really, which way should she walk? It was then when an idea popped into her head. She should start walking backward! That way, when she walked backward, she would walk back to the Ranch! Delighted and excited about her new plan, Grace put her best endeavors to test. She stood up straight and tall, her body facing the setting sun, and began marching purposefully backward. She figured she would have gotten closer and closer to the Ranch if it wasn't for some interesting noises that sounded close to her. Whirling around, she caught the sight of a multi-colored wolf. Scrunching her nose and eyes, Grace could see that she was a she indeed, as well as in lupus form, but something else was off about her. Now Grace was used to scarred and marred bodies. She didn't know why or where those scars and mars came from on a body, or that they were even relatively called scars or mars - she figured that the so-called flaws grew on them like fur grew on Grace's head. But never before had the D'Angelo puppy seen a pregnant wolf before, and she couldn't help but stare away. It was unusual and alien to her schema, and while the wolf came and settled afore her, speaking her words and inviting a sense of ease over the puppy, all the girl could do was walk around the newcomer. "Ya'ore..." she started hesitantly, her copper brows burrowed with intense interest. "Ya'ore big." She nodded then, satisfied with the words that she had delicately placed into her mouth and then out into the world. And then promptly sidled up aside the stranger, confident that she would, too, see how well spoken the puppy was. - Ghita Marino - 09-30-2010 [html] Np - Ghita will recognize Grace's mother. ^^ And ewh, sorry this sucks. ><
.ghitajulygift01 b {font-weight:bold; color:#8c99a5; letter-spacing:1px; } .ghitajulygift01-ooc {font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; text-align:center;} .ghitajulygift01 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 12px; margin:0px;} .ghitajulygift01 {margin:0 auto; width:381px; background-color:#e2d3c4; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v121/ ... uly01a.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #f0e7df; padding: 190px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#1d364c; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:.8px; line-height:12px; text-align:justify;} .ghitajulygift01-border1 {width:383px; border:1px solid #0b151e; margin:0 auto;} .ghitajulygift01-line1 {width:357px; border-bottom:1px dotted #baada2; margin:0 auto 5px auto;} </style> [/html] - Grace D'Angelo - 10-01-2010 [html] Your posts are gorgeous. And just to let you know, even if Ghita doesn't know where the Ranch is Grace will <3 Ghita FOREVER. Grace didn't really need an explanation to her statement that she had before - but an explanation was nice. She just really wanted some clarification to what exactly she was. Because at Grace's stage of development, she found labeling both educational and fun. She labeled things that quite didn't need to be labeled and without the tact of knowing that it shouldn't be labeled. Nonetheless, the puppy nodded simply to her new company's clarity to why she was big, as if to say "why yes, that is quaint" and focused more on the words that came after. "Gwace!" She spurted eagerly to her new friend Ghita. "Gwace Dee-angewowo." Jumping over the hurtle of her own name she grinned up to the female, showing just how proud she was of identifying herself. "Hi'm fwom Feee-nix Vallwee." Halting for a moment, the puppy wondered briefly if Phoenix Valley was enough of a description to Ghita's inquiry. Thinking for a second - hard and long - she realized what huge detail she was forgetting. "H'it has a wanch! Wid sheep." She nodded sagely then, satisfied with her addition; ranches and sheep were very important details that ought not to be left out! Furrowing her brow though, Grace couldn't help but be distracted by another train of thought entirely. "H'im not lost." She confirmed to Ghita, although she had not asked. "H'im just EXPLORIN - but h'I need ta get back to ta wanch." And as Grace was just beginning to feel the slight emotions of agitation and despair at her situation that had come late upon their arrival, she was hit dead center with yet another train of thought. "YOU!" She exclaimed excitedly. "YOU knoe where ta wanch is!" Faltering for a second, she couldn't help but cock her copper head to the side, scrutinizing her new tour guide of Phoenix Valley. "You do knoe where it is... wight?" - Ghita Marino - 10-07-2010 [html] I would just like to say that I SUCK. For many reasons, but the primary reason being for taking so long! D: School just loaded three grade 12-level projects on me and they took priority. D: So, so, so sorry! And thank you so much for the compliment! I actually was thinking that of yours. <3
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If Grace knew that there was a darker side to the D'Angelo name, she did a good job of hiding it. Either subconsciously or consciously she had yet to really figure out how her heritage really linked together. In fact, Grace never really considered herself very much linked to her ancestry. Despite the child's incessant need to label everything that came into sight, the family tree was always a paradoxical exception. The only one that really pushed a semblance of being family was Addison, and Addison was her sister or something. And Addison's adoptive father (or something) was Jefferson. So that would make Geneva their mother? But then again, there was that scarred face; a distant brother, a distant father and a distant mother in a past too long to be truly remembered. Names and faces swirled against her head as Ghita spoke about her parents. Before they became overwhelming Grace swept them firmly under her mind's rug, solidly declaring that she would face those issues at a later date - even if that later date was never. She simply shrugged at the implication of relatives, figuring that Ghita was now a part of her mass collection of family right? So Grace couldn't help but grin and nod along to the newest long lost sister, or cousin, or whatever recanted recollection of goats. She figured goats were like sheep, or like male sheep (Addison explained to her that females and males are VERY different, and sometimes get VERY different names) and focused more about the exploring part. With a broad smile lighting up her copper face, she stood up straight and tall with pride and exuberance that only a two month old pup could achieve. "H'im ah AH-WE-SUM explorer!" She gloated, a mischievous glint filling her blue eyes. "H'i can definitely show you ta way!" She flipped her body around in one smooth move, aligned perfectly as if her lineage was not compromised of unhealthy D'Angelos, but instead purebred English Pointer. "TAT-A-WAY!" She exclaimed confident and loud, but then faltered for only a few seconds. "Wait," she mumbled hesitantly, her composure lacking. "No... H'i tink..." Her eyes brightened as she moved a bit, her figure now pointing more towards the south. "TAT-A-WAY!... wait..." - Ghita Marino - 10-11-2010 [html] XP Daw, thank you. Although I admit that I'm missing my productivity. ;_;
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