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- Savina Marino - 08-03-2011 [html] Back-dated to yesterday? The sun was steadily making its descent from its apex as Savina walked down south beside the river. Even though her pace was fairly leisurely the Consul had a set destination and purpose—she needed to talk with her son. Not Silvano, but her first born. She was glad that Gotham had recognized that he had a problem and had come to her. The mother had expected that he would need some time to himself to figure things out and was not surprised when he settled down in the abandoned military base. However, now too much time had passed. Gotham's own personal brand of solitary confinement might have been healthy for a bit, but now it was going too far. He couldn't continue to cut himself off from everyone. The Lenape River that ran peacefully by her side was like an old friend guiding her to her destination. Of course the Consul knew this land by heart, but she enjoyed being near water whenever possible. The Lenape might not have been the sea, but it lead to her precious ocean, and that was close enough for the Marino. Soon enough the overgrown camp came into view. Her body moved like a shadow between the dilapidated buildings and broken down machinery. Savina did not spend much time here, it had always given her an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach that said you do not belong here. Ebony nose twitched when she caught the scent of her blue-eyed son. Gotham, accented tones called out softly. .savimoon0a1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ddc5c3; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #384042; } .savimoon0a1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .savimoon0a1 {margin:0 auto; width:493px; background-color:#B3ADA3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... vimoon.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #185368; padding: 175px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0D4154; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #B3ADA3; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} .savimoon0a1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .savimoon0a1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> --- [/html] - Gotham Phoenix - 08-03-2011 [html] Yes please! <3 And Gotham in my head is this mix of Gil Grissom and some teenage basement dweller. XD[/html] - Savina Marino - 08-04-2011 [html] Lmao! XD Speaking of insects and moths, we had one of these on our sliding glass door the other day, was cool :o Ever since she had lost Denali, and nearly Artemis as well, Savina had been even more protective of her children than normal. Some of her panic about their well-being had subsided to a normal level, but the worries still lingered as they do for any parent. It was a little difficult to find a balance between being nurturing and protective but not smothering, especially in the case of her eldest litter. Cambria, Amata, and Gotham were fully adults in their own right and could run their own lives. Most times they had given her no cause for concern. Cambi and Amata particularly seemed to have things more or less together. It was only her son that had stumbled and until now she had felt it best to give him his space. A short distance away she heard something fall to the ground and soon after Gotham's voice called back to her. Four limbs shifted quickly into two and a cascade of wavy raven hair fell down across her shoulders. Savina swept hair away from her eyes as she walked a little further and found her son with a book in his hands. The mother smiled warmly at her child as she approached him. One hand reached out to lovingly touch his face. I'm sorry if I startled you. At least she hoped that was the reason for his anxious expression; she never wanted her children to feel uncomfortable in her presence. How have you been? Emeralds looked into the dark blues with curiosity and hope. .savimoon0a1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ddc5c3; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #384042; } .savimoon0a1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .savimoon0a1 {margin:0 auto; width:493px; background-color:#B3ADA3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... vimoon.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #185368; padding: 175px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0D4154; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #B3ADA3; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} .savimoon0a1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .savimoon0a1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> --- [/html] - Gotham Phoenix - 08-07-2011 [html] That's awesome :O[/html] - Savina Marino - 08-11-2011 [html] Yarp! Sending you a PM after I post this, btw. It would be a lie to say she hadn't felt some disappointment at learning some of the behaviors her first born son had engaged in, but that did not mean she was ashamed of him. He was her son, and she would always love him. Plus, he was just as mortal as the rest of them as just as susceptible to follies and mistakes. Savina had made her own share of missteps and her own demons that shamed her—her behavior this winter had been one of them. The Consul had let her grief rule her and blind her to the need of her other children and her pack. It was an oversight she did not intend to make again. Gotham was nervous, she could read it all over his body language. He likely knew she had come here for more than a simple visit. The mother hoped this would go well. It is a long way from the Manor, she stated obviously as she brushed the hair out of his face. Once a mother, always a mother, no matter the age of the progeny. I am doing quite well. Things have been quiet, normal. We all needed that after this winter I think. Her eyes trailed over his large physique to check his outward health before returning to lock onto the shocking blue pools he had inherited from his father. I thought you needed peace and quiet to sort things out, instead of me fussing over you. A somewhat sad smile crossed her face to show that she might have rather done the latter. Might as well just say it, the Italian decided. You can't keep cutting yourself off from everyone Gotham. I know the patterns you got into scared you, as well they should have, but this is not the way either. Her slim ebon hand cupped his cheek. You need to return to the family and pack that loves you, in spirit and not just body. Savina could not bear to see her son waste away alone down here in these ruins. .savimoon0a1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ddc5c3; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #384042; } .savimoon0a1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .savimoon0a1 {margin:0 auto; width:493px; background-color:#B3ADA3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... vimoon.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #185368; padding: 175px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0D4154; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #B3ADA3; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} .savimoon0a1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .savimoon0a1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> 300+ [/html] - Gotham Phoenix - 08-18-2011 [html] I am so slow. I am sorry. LOOK HE'S JUST LIKE MOMMA[/html] - Savina Marino - 09-10-2011 [html] I'm the slow one x_x; YAY HEREDITY! X3 As his face turned to look away from her, Savina dropped her hand back down to her side. Gotham wasn't a boy anymore, but a grown man, even if he was still finding his way. She had to remember that. She would embarrass him otherwise. It was simply in her matronly nature to be physically affectionate to her children. His admission of fear honestly took the Consul a bit by surprise. Her son being scared had not been one of the reasons she had contemplated for his hermitage. But of course he would be afraid. Savina knew what it was like to fear yourself and what you could be capable of. We're mortal, we cannot help but to make mistakes. It is what we choose to learn from those mistakes that matters, Gotham. When her son said he thought he had a monster inside of him though, a rigidness ran down her spine and pupils grew small in the sea of green that housed them. Her own demon was not something she discussed with her offspring. Savina was not proud of the dark force that dwelt in her. If anyone deserved to hear about it though, it was Gotham. Then you must learn to control it. Just...just as I did. An odd darkness had fallen over the woman's features. How she had hoped that her...problems had not passed down to her pups. It had been too much to ask. .savimoon0a1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ddc5c3; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #384042; } .savimoon0a1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .savimoon0a1 {margin:0 auto; width:493px; background-color:#B3ADA3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... vimoon.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #185368; padding: 175px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0D4154; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #B3ADA3; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} .savimoon0a1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .savimoon0a1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> --- [/html] - Gotham Phoenix - 09-16-2011 [html] foreverslow[/html] - Savina Marino - 10-03-2011 [html] ditto Perhaps it had been a mistake to keep her demon so buried around her children. If she had confided in Gotham earlier about her problems, would he have taken the path that he had? Savina did not, and could not, know the answer to that question however. There were thousands of decisions she had made she was unsure of, but she had made them and now she simply had to do the best she could with what she had. It was not an easy mindset to get into and often still she struggled with it. Her son needed to try as well. She could tell immediately that the turn the conversation had taken made him uncomfortable. It was not easy to talk of these things, but they must, for both their sakes. That is good. You've always enjoyed insects, she said kindly. Savina wanted to encourage him in this, but that did not change the fact that there were more serious matters for them to discuss. We have to talk about our problems, caro. I know it isn't easy, but if we keep them bottled up inside of us they'll never get better. I learned that the hard way. She extended one arm and pushed up the thin fur, revealing the criss-cross of scars above her wrist. Her monster had nearly gotten her killed that day, and she had never forgotten that painful lesson. .savimoon0a1 b {font-weight:bold; color:#ddc5c3; letter-spacing:1px; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #384042; } .savimoon0a1 p {text-indent:0px; padding:5px 15px; margin:0px;} .savimoon0a1 {margin:0 auto; width:493px; background-color:#B3ADA3; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... vimoon.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #185368; padding: 175px 0px 7px 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#0D4154; text-shadow: 0.1em 0.1em 0.2em #B3ADA3; letter-spacing:.6px; word-spacing:.9x; line-height:13px; text-align:justify;} .savimoon0a1 p b:before { content: open-quote; } .savimoon0a1 p b:after {content: close-quote; } </style> --- [/html] |