09-09-2012, 05:21 AM
Hi Mel. Don't worry, sometimes I suck too :3
Nate-River looked up at her with sad, black eyes, he was understanding now that someone had hurt his mother terribly and destroyed the left side of her face, he could remember quite a while ago when she had been covered in white strips that hid her face from view. Thankfully neither of the children could remember the scene of horror and rape they had both been witness to, for that Gemma was thankful. She could survive as long as they didn't know. The fire cracked and popped throwing generous amounts of heat against her back. The woman's scent had changed since she had first made her home here so many months ago, no longer did fear and desperation pour from her, instead she smelt heavily of woodsmoke and ash coupled with the vitality of motherhood, she was a fertile woman and it was a defining part of her now. She was strong.
A face she long remembered however made himself known, a man she had once been terrified of after seeing his short but vicious fight with Matteo. The scout had climbed up in his rank faster than herself, now a skilled male. Surprise tinged her though as he didn't ignore her and carry on by with his admirable kill but stopped to wave a greeting at her. Unlike before she didn't cower under his crisp apple gaze and although she did nod her head respectfully her whole and stump of an ear pricked, interested. She raised her hand back to him and her voice, welcoming him closer,
Osiyo. Hello Anatole."
Nate-River looked up at her with sad, black eyes, he was understanding now that someone had hurt his mother terribly and destroyed the left side of her face, he could remember quite a while ago when she had been covered in white strips that hid her face from view. Thankfully neither of the children could remember the scene of horror and rape they had both been witness to, for that Gemma was thankful. She could survive as long as they didn't know. The fire cracked and popped throwing generous amounts of heat against her back. The woman's scent had changed since she had first made her home here so many months ago, no longer did fear and desperation pour from her, instead she smelt heavily of woodsmoke and ash coupled with the vitality of motherhood, she was a fertile woman and it was a defining part of her now. She was strong.
A face she long remembered however made himself known, a man she had once been terrified of after seeing his short but vicious fight with Matteo. The scout had climbed up in his rank faster than herself, now a skilled male. Surprise tinged her though as he didn't ignore her and carry on by with his admirable kill but stopped to wave a greeting at her. Unlike before she didn't cower under his crisp apple gaze and although she did nod her head respectfully her whole and stump of an ear pricked, interested. She raised her hand back to him and her voice, welcoming him closer,
Osiyo. Hello Anatole."