07-08-2010, 09:50 PM
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Where Savina was at a loss regarding the healing process, Ghita was even less knowledgeable. Even as a youngster, if she'd twisted her paw or bruised herself, she kept on exploring, gritting her teeth and pushing past the pain as best she could, no matter how grave the injury. Naturally, this aggravated the wound sorely, and wreaked havoc on the healing process.
Yet this was an injury that quite honestly couldn't be ignored. Leaving aside that this was a pain unrivaled by history, but the location was so vital that every part of her life was affected. Not to mention that now, she was older and (minutely) wiser, more willing to obey those wiser and see the larger picture. But the vital question that remains was whether or not wisdom was healthy in the end.
Sure she was happier when she gritted her teeth and carried on, but it was certainly less healthy for her body. But now, her body was knitting itself back to perfection while her soul suffered, straining under the pressure. It seemed like there would never be a healthy balance between the two struggling halves - if the soul suffered, the body thrived.
Relieved at Savina's intent, Ghita let out a small, contented sigh, mind already racing towards the puppies; Their varying personalities and pelts, the youthful impressionability and yet distinct identities. It hadn't been that long ago that her own offspring had been in that stage; But now, they'd grown up - although not completely. Sophia and Aro were their own wolves now, yet still retained puppy-like characteristics. But she loved them no matter what, and imagined that Savina felt the same way.
Then the mask came crashing down, with a loud clatter and shout. Her walking stick was cutting at her pride, the brace only showing what remained previously. But that was the main emotion - Savina spoke truth. It was shameful to be seen in public with her brace and walking stick, a shame to be so confined and so useless. She was becoming a burden to Crimson Dreams, and that shame truly ate at her soul.
Turning to her sister, only half of a smile managed to creep across her face, without meeting her slightly glazed, turquoised eyes. "C'è un prima di tutto, Savi"" She whispered, barely a breath on the wind. But what Savina spoke of was cutting at her heart - it was against her very nature to be a burden, a shame - and now that was exactly what she'd become to her family.
She sat up now, using her arms to brace herself and move towards the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle over the edge where they could. One leg bent at the knee effortlessly, the other straightened out, supported by the contraption Dawali had brought with him. Her spine curved, the bone peeking through the skin and causing ridges in the fur. "Ho trasformato in un onere per il vostro pacco, sorella. Mi dispiace."
Aww, sisterly bonding... And sorry this is crap - muse is at an all-time low.
Wc: 501
Where Savina was at a loss regarding the healing process, Ghita was even less knowledgeable. Even as a youngster, if she'd twisted her paw or bruised herself, she kept on exploring, gritting her teeth and pushing past the pain as best she could, no matter how grave the injury. Naturally, this aggravated the wound sorely, and wreaked havoc on the healing process.
Yet this was an injury that quite honestly couldn't be ignored. Leaving aside that this was a pain unrivaled by history, but the location was so vital that every part of her life was affected. Not to mention that now, she was older and (minutely) wiser, more willing to obey those wiser and see the larger picture. But the vital question that remains was whether or not wisdom was healthy in the end.
Sure she was happier when she gritted her teeth and carried on, but it was certainly less healthy for her body. But now, her body was knitting itself back to perfection while her soul suffered, straining under the pressure. It seemed like there would never be a healthy balance between the two struggling halves - if the soul suffered, the body thrived.
Relieved at Savina's intent, Ghita let out a small, contented sigh, mind already racing towards the puppies; Their varying personalities and pelts, the youthful impressionability and yet distinct identities. It hadn't been that long ago that her own offspring had been in that stage; But now, they'd grown up - although not completely. Sophia and Aro were their own wolves now, yet still retained puppy-like characteristics. But she loved them no matter what, and imagined that Savina felt the same way.
Then the mask came crashing down, with a loud clatter and shout. Her walking stick was cutting at her pride, the brace only showing what remained previously. But that was the main emotion - Savina spoke truth. It was shameful to be seen in public with her brace and walking stick, a shame to be so confined and so useless. She was becoming a burden to Crimson Dreams, and that shame truly ate at her soul.
Turning to her sister, only half of a smile managed to creep across her face, without meeting her slightly glazed, turquoised eyes. "C'è un prima di tutto, Savi"" She whispered, barely a breath on the wind. But what Savina spoke of was cutting at her heart - it was against her very nature to be a burden, a shame - and now that was exactly what she'd become to her family.
She sat up now, using her arms to brace herself and move towards the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle over the edge where they could. One leg bent at the knee effortlessly, the other straightened out, supported by the contraption Dawali had brought with him. Her spine curved, the bone peeking through the skin and causing ridges in the fur. "Ho trasformato in un onere per il vostro pacco, sorella. Mi dispiace."
Aww, sisterly bonding... And sorry this is crap - muse is at an all-time low.
Wc: 501