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- Haruhi Misaki - 01-31-2010 X3 Word Count: 369 Hover for translation. [html] [/html] - Sonja Russo - 01-31-2010 [html] Word Count: 1164 You know well enough you don't have to match. I just rambled! moar moar moar!
The woman managed to convince her husband to find and cut up more firewood. They were running painfully low and if a storm managed to come in, she did not want to freeze her tail off. Sonja was up and downstairs within the next few minutes stuffing the heat stove with firewood. She was considerate when she put the wood in, knowing the both of them would be gone for a little while and did not want to waste their current resources. And the fact no one would be home would not be a very safe thing to do. But she knew she did not want the house to cool down and lose its current heat should the fire be out completely. With the embers and a light fire going, it would be able to heat the rest of the house with the Amish's way of filtering the heat throughout the entire structure. It was very convenient and the wolves in Italy had something similar but was a little more makeshift and less constructed with the appropriate skill.
She decided to hunt this morning, go deep into the wounds behind the village and try to find something for her to skin and cook later in the day. The two of them had eaten early the morning before and her stomach had a light rumbling to it. She did not eat every day, nor did her husband, because they did not have the need. Their breakfast the day before had been light, a small rabbit he had run across, and she was going to do the same this evening. If they kept up light meals every other day, it would make things easier on them should they need to go a little longer before eating. Sonja shifted to her unnatural form of lupus on her way into the forest, trotting along before the rain became too heavy. She felt strange in this form, having hunting before with weapons and did not often find herself in this form when she lived in Italy. Here, she had yet to come across weapons that would help her hunt in a two legged form.
The Italian was rather skilled, at least, being quick on her feet and learning to hunt before the age of learning to shift. She had to do something before she had been able to stand on two feet and this was one of the things that passed the time. Sonja found a rabbit in no time just as the rain started to drizzle above the trees. She was quick to find her place to start the hunt and on her feet in no time, swooping by and catching the rabbit before he had ten seconds to run away. The snow on the ground slowed him down and the slipperiness the rain caused did not help his agility at all. Her heavy feet had gone through the snowing, letting nothing slow her down before catching it beneath her strong jaws. The tawny animal hung limp in her jaws, blood seeping through and into her jaws. Sonja loved the taste of rabbit but something about rabbits in these parts made it all the more delectable. Perhaps it was catching it for herself, taking pride in starting her own life and family in these areas without the help of her own.
The timing of the catch matched up with that of the weather and it was then that the rain started to come down harder and even the branches over her head did little to help cover her. Her eyes squinted with the beating of water on her head and she pivoted back on her hind legs and took off at a speed she used similar to catching the rabbit. Her formerly delicate paws beat against the snow and ice dusted ground in the direction of her house, suddenly finding the path the broke the forest in two. It made running easier because she did not have to weave around trees this way and that in order to make it all the way to the other side. She could make the easy turns and curves of the well beaten path rather than dart around trees and avoid crashing into one that was too close to another she had been trying to get around. It was something she fought with when she was younger, learning to hunt and run. It was embarrassing to run into a tree and she imagined everyone did it and not just her so she could lighten the level of embarrassment she felt.
Sonja's paws started to slow down when a new scent infiltrated her nostrils past the blood and natural rabbit scent. The beating of her feet on the ground slowed and as she saw the figure in Optime form, Sonja started to shift in mid-run. All of her bones shifted, turned, and elongated to fit her much larger humanesque form. Her jaw did not lighten the grip of the rabbit and as she slowed down to a stop when her shift was complete, she shook out her body as the last bit of cracking occurred and she dropped the rabbit to land in her hands. Her dark fingers clung around the wound of the rabbit, holding it by the scruff, and approaching from behind the other smaller form. She looked strange and Sonja realized she was a coyote, a creature she had not seen very much of. Sonja barked a soft woof, lingering in the background should the strange animal not want to be bothered. The umbrella the other held did not phase her but she would never have used one. They were common in Europe when it rained but she had never had one for herself. .sonja-A01 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .sonja-A01 b {color:#70B4B5;} .sonja-A01-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px;} .sonja-A01-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .sonja-A01 {background-color:#32696A; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/sonjatable.jpg); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:12px; width:420px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] - Haruhi Misaki - 01-31-2010 <3 Word Count: 341 [html] [/html] - Sonja Russo - 01-31-2010 [html] Word Count: 511
The other stepped back, out of her way as if she had been there, and her head shook slightly. "Hello," she called, her Italian accent think even with the one word. "My name is Sonja," she said with a flick of her tail and she took a few steps forward to close the distance. She read the other well enough and the woman did not get too close but it was enough to have a conversation (unfortunately in the rain) but they were not all that far from the inside of the village where her house was located. "Where you going?" she asked in a broken English, unsure if she was saying things the correct way and she decided to go ahead and explain the situation. "And uhm... I am not good with English," she said with another idle flick of her tail. It would have been a miracle should the other be able to speak Italian (or French, something she could at least dissect) but she knew it would be a long stretch. Sonja knew of the Italian speaking wolves in Crimson Dreams and she would have to make a special trip to visit and feel at home once more with people of her kind. She had yet to propose the idea to her mate but she doubted he would disagree with the idea of visiting.
She thought about inviting the other the rest of the way to her house but she seemed a little nervous and Sonja could not figure out why. The woman did not advance past the coyote with the umbrella and instead lingered, her feet feeling cold against the wet and snow covered ground. She was used to it having traveled the last few months in such conditions with the reassuring voice of her mate that they would have their new home soon. And he had delivered such a promise and she could not be happier (of course, she could have her family here that would raise that a few notches) and she was ready to get her life started with the Russian as they went along. .sonja-A01 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .sonja-A01 b {color:#70B4B5;} .sonja-A01-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px;} .sonja-A01-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .sonja-A01 {background-color:#32696A; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/sonjatable.jpg); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:12px; width:420px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] - Haruhi Misaki - 01-31-2010 Word Count: 386 [html] [/html] - Sonja Russo - 01-31-2010 [html] Word Count: 494
When she was questioned about her language, something she managed to catch, Sonja smiled bright. "Italian. I was born in Italia. Mio marito ed io... my apologies..." she said, trailing off but she struggled to find the words. "My... mate? We come from Europa. He born in Russia," she said and nodded her head before she looked back to the umbrella the other had and decided to extend her hospitality. It would not take much to take care of the rabbit and in the meantime, they could dry off and warm up. The woman could hang around until the weather settled down and she could return home.
"Do you want... want come to house? It is dry," she informed and her ears twitched on her head, water splashing on her face from above. "Is not far. Just down road and it is there," she informed and nodded, hoping to have some company for a while. Raskolnikov did not seem to mind the company from before and hoped he would not mind the company she was potentially bringing home now. The other could kindly decline, of course, and be on her way to wherever she was going and Sonja would let her go in peace.
The Italian had pride in her house, even if it looked pretty rough for someone who had not seen it before. It was a mess when Raskolnikov and herself found it. The front door broken, dust everywhere, cabinets were off the hinges, and all the fabrics throughout the house had been eaten away at by bugs. But over the last few days, they had repairs a lot. The door, unfortunately, was still difficult to work but she did not mind. Sonja was strong for her size and able to hold her own against that damn door. The dark wolf get a polite smile on her features and hoped the other would say yes. Sonja wanted to explain now but she knew she had to wait. There would be no need for an explanation if the other declined and there would be plenty of time to say more if the other were to accept. .sonja-A01 p {padding:0px 20px 10px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:30px;} .sonja-A01 b {color:#70B4B5;} .sonja-A01-separator {text-align:center; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px;} .sonja-A01-ooc {font-family:arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; letter-spacing:.4px; font-style:italic; } .sonja-A01 {background-color:#32696A; padding:0px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #000000; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/sonjatable.jpg); background-position: top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#000000; letter-spacing:.3px; word-spacing:2px; line-height:12px; width:420px; text-align:justify; } </style>[/html] - Haruhi Misaki - 03-08-2010 I absolutely LOVE that avatar! Word Count: 407 [html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... hiban2.jpg); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Sonja spoke with such eagerness that it nearly startled the shy girl. "I-It's nice to meet you to." She never had someone this happy to meet her. She always thought she was invisible in this world as well as a reject. Her family didn't want her and she barely had any friends. It was the reason behind her expressionless face and shyness. The dark female respectively declined the offer to take the umbrella. So, she brought the coverage closer to herself to use once more. It appeared as though she was thinking hard about something and Haruhi just watched; silent and patiently. However, the wait wasn't long and her accented voice flowed from her lips. She was headed to her house which was further up this long path. Her head and golden eyes followed the direction she pointed out. She found herself wondering what this human city looked like.
Sonja's accent made her mind switch to her instead of lingering on the city. And so she questioned her about it. Italian, her accent was from Italian. She had never been there before. One could say she lived her life under a rock. She liked how the foreign language rolled off her tongue so smoothly. Though, she didn't understand why she apologized. "Um, no need to apologize." She said. She knew that a smile would be a nice gesture but it wasn't something she could do easily. So her face remained the same. It must be a major turn off but her attempt to form a fake smile would just make things worse. Her fake smiles never looked real and so she simply stopped trying. It was interesting to find she had a mate and that he was from Russia. Yet, another place she has never been to before. "Italy and Russia, must be nice places," she murmured.
The teal blue eyed female offered her to come to her house. She thought about it and figured it would be a good idea to get out of the rain for a bit. Sonja should get out of it as well. Shyly, she nodded in confirmation. "Um, yes. Thank you," she said. Haruhi had walked far and it would be good to rest a bit. It would be bad to overdo it. Despite her appearance, she appreciated the kind offer. Sonja was very nice and generous. She found herself wondering if they would become friends; something she rarely thought about. |