11-06-2011, 08:48 AM
Desired Profession Path: None yet. Itse for now :3
300+
Everything was moving too fast for the pale fae and she was all muddled up in her pretty white head. It was hard for her to take in that she was no longer a member of Anathema and would never be welcomed back their again, or that Matteo was truly hers after months of watching him cavort about with their former Rakeeb. Memories danced before her eyes and Gemma felt her mind pull into itself, for once the woman was wearing clothes. Nothing too fancy just a plain blue pair of jeans and a button up green shirt that stopped at her elbows. The shirt covered up much of her shaved fur but their was no hiding the rest of her arms and hands nor the end of her tail which were similarly almost bald.
At the time it had made sense but now Gemma mourned for the loss of her fur but eventually it would grow back. Ever since that night she had been shy around Matteo, a shrinking violet, unknowing what to do or what to say. She could sense his sadness, and felt guilt for it. She felt guilt for Giuseppe as well, she had just left him alone. The Sawtooth princess would have a lot to answer to eventually. She had never been to AniWaya before or indeed any of the other packs around here. She had wandered the free lands but that was it.
Really she was in no shape to cope with such a journey and by the time they reached the borders of the southern pack she was weak and almost dead on her feet. Still she managed to wrap an arm around Camilla as the girl leaned against her and be a suitable post to lean against,
"Hopefully.." She sounded a bit doubtful, she had nothing to offer a pack, no skills or useful talents. She cringed a little as he let off a loud howl and looked around nervously as though expecting Alaki to jump out of the bushes at any moment.
300+
Everything was moving too fast for the pale fae and she was all muddled up in her pretty white head. It was hard for her to take in that she was no longer a member of Anathema and would never be welcomed back their again, or that Matteo was truly hers after months of watching him cavort about with their former Rakeeb. Memories danced before her eyes and Gemma felt her mind pull into itself, for once the woman was wearing clothes. Nothing too fancy just a plain blue pair of jeans and a button up green shirt that stopped at her elbows. The shirt covered up much of her shaved fur but their was no hiding the rest of her arms and hands nor the end of her tail which were similarly almost bald.
At the time it had made sense but now Gemma mourned for the loss of her fur but eventually it would grow back. Ever since that night she had been shy around Matteo, a shrinking violet, unknowing what to do or what to say. She could sense his sadness, and felt guilt for it. She felt guilt for Giuseppe as well, she had just left him alone. The Sawtooth princess would have a lot to answer to eventually. She had never been to AniWaya before or indeed any of the other packs around here. She had wandered the free lands but that was it.
Really she was in no shape to cope with such a journey and by the time they reached the borders of the southern pack she was weak and almost dead on her feet. Still she managed to wrap an arm around Camilla as the girl leaned against her and be a suitable post to lean against,
"Hopefully.." She sounded a bit doubtful, she had nothing to offer a pack, no skills or useful talents. She cringed a little as he let off a loud howl and looked around nervously as though expecting Alaki to jump out of the bushes at any moment.