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SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE, 50 YEARS TO REPLY TO! Wc: 500+
The other Marino sister had changed gears from the happier mood she had been in the past few weeks. It had started a few weeks ago, but she had begun to feel unwell; a subtle feeling that crept along her back and nestling in her stomach, making her feel both bloated and nauseous at the same time. She had stuck to her Lupus form - her default even now while she held the ability to shift. Her usually sleek pelt looked a little unkempt, and there was a dullness to her turquoise optics that she hid from the world. Unable to sleep for pains, she had taken to wandering around at night - there was nothing really against it, but it was rare that she'd run into another wolf.
And she had found herself at this place just last night, now desiring to see it under the light of the sun. It took her a while to get there - longer than the usually fit nomad took to travel, but still considerably okay for her standards. Stepping over roots and stones as she melted into the forest, foliage enveloped her as she melted into the background. She knew that the military base wasn't too far away - all she had to do was follow her own scent back to the area...
It was similar, but yet changed at the same time; not quite her own scent anymore. Stopping short, her body reared in anger, sending a small desire to heave further up her throat. Turning away, she exhaled, gaining control before she sniffed the air again. Her exhaustion had built the wall that kept recognition from her, but she became more aware, noticing her sister's scent in a painfully obvious way. Frowning, she began trotting forwards once more, a slower walk than she had before, wondering just why her pack leader would be so far away from the pack.
She was lost in these thoughts, confused beyond belief before a sharp pain in her forepaw sent her mind careening back. Letting a small yelp escape her, she looked down to see a stone lodged between her pads. Annoyance prickled at the ease her Optime form would possess at relieving this malady, but she had to be content with the delicate surgery that came from using both teeth and claws.
A few minutes later her sister's ebony frame reached eyesight, and she padded over, silent as she slid down beside her. There was a moment of silence that stretched before them, endlessly save for a small point in which a bridge could be constructed. Taking some mental and physical effort, she took in her sister's distraught state, displeasure filling her as both her siblings were thrown into such turmoil. Adjusting her position silently, she lay her neck across the top of Savina's in a comforting gesture, one that the less-than-affectionate Ghita was not known for making. Letting out small comforting noises that came from a place of motherhood, the Italian fae rested there, closing her eyes as she regained her strength. Caro Savina" The words were barely audible, and not a question as much as an apology.
SO SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE, 50 YEARS TO REPLY TO! Wc: 500+
The other Marino sister had changed gears from the happier mood she had been in the past few weeks. It had started a few weeks ago, but she had begun to feel unwell; a subtle feeling that crept along her back and nestling in her stomach, making her feel both bloated and nauseous at the same time. She had stuck to her Lupus form - her default even now while she held the ability to shift. Her usually sleek pelt looked a little unkempt, and there was a dullness to her turquoise optics that she hid from the world. Unable to sleep for pains, she had taken to wandering around at night - there was nothing really against it, but it was rare that she'd run into another wolf.
And she had found herself at this place just last night, now desiring to see it under the light of the sun. It took her a while to get there - longer than the usually fit nomad took to travel, but still considerably okay for her standards. Stepping over roots and stones as she melted into the forest, foliage enveloped her as she melted into the background. She knew that the military base wasn't too far away - all she had to do was follow her own scent back to the area...
It was similar, but yet changed at the same time; not quite her own scent anymore. Stopping short, her body reared in anger, sending a small desire to heave further up her throat. Turning away, she exhaled, gaining control before she sniffed the air again. Her exhaustion had built the wall that kept recognition from her, but she became more aware, noticing her sister's scent in a painfully obvious way. Frowning, she began trotting forwards once more, a slower walk than she had before, wondering just why her pack leader would be so far away from the pack.
She was lost in these thoughts, confused beyond belief before a sharp pain in her forepaw sent her mind careening back. Letting a small yelp escape her, she looked down to see a stone lodged between her pads. Annoyance prickled at the ease her Optime form would possess at relieving this malady, but she had to be content with the delicate surgery that came from using both teeth and claws.
A few minutes later her sister's ebony frame reached eyesight, and she padded over, silent as she slid down beside her. There was a moment of silence that stretched before them, endlessly save for a small point in which a bridge could be constructed. Taking some mental and physical effort, she took in her sister's distraught state, displeasure filling her as both her siblings were thrown into such turmoil. Adjusting her position silently, she lay her neck across the top of Savina's in a comforting gesture, one that the less-than-affectionate Ghita was not known for making. Letting out small comforting noises that came from a place of motherhood, the Italian fae rested there, closing her eyes as she regained her strength. Caro Savina" The words were barely audible, and not a question as much as an apology.