07-26-2009, 04:12 PM
]ooc part.
the *file*
◦Character Name: Ghita Marino
◦Character Birthdate (including year): May 1st, 2006
◦Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
◦Species: Luperci Ortus
◦Gender: Female
◦A secondary form of contact: unstreamcat@gmail.com">sunstreamcat@gmail.com
◦How you found 'Souls: Through Jazper/Melissa]
x.you just don't know who i am.x
The heavy clouds above slowly rolled through the periwinkle sky, carrying with them their heavy burden of rain. The sun hid behind the ashen mask, retaining the light for another day. Turning her silver-tipped cranium to the sky, tents of fur and metal twitched in recognition, the wind hissing around the jewelry. As the wolfess drank in the weather with turquoise optics, her ebony nostrils were charting the next few miles of her course. The nomad was blessed with a lack of urgency towards reaching her destination, but impatience nipped at her heels every few minutes. Her journey was battling with her nature, the longevity of the trek forcing a whole new level of focus that Ghita hadn't possessed in a very long time.
Finally making the executive decision to avoid hunting in this area, the timber wolf leapt forward into motion, long limbs rippling as muscles stretched and bunched together. Dainty paws found their way over shells and stones, avoiding hazards that would only slow her process. Settling into the comfort of motion, the femme was easily running fifty mph, unfocused on anything but following the scent of a large group of wolves housed together. The wind from her speed weaved through her long, coarse fur, pinning it back and diminishing her size, revealing patches of brown and black beneath the silver. A pink tongue snaked out of her jaws, sliding over the snake bites to cool herself down.
Approaching the steep mountainous look-out point, Ghita only slowed her pace minutes before she would find herself halfway through the river. Optics drank in the scenery before her for precious moments, noting the limestone and shallow depths. Letting out something resembling a human huff, the wolfess lowered her haunches down to the earth, sitting and waiting for a pack member to arrive. Waiting didn't bode well for the femme, so before long she had taken her paw and started sketching in the soil. In her mind it wasn't earth she was scribing upon, but leather, intricate designs lacing up and down what could be a bracelet.
Absorbed in her design, Ghita ignored the details of her last experience with a pack. She left the miscarriage behind her, time tentatively healing over the scar, details of her flight blocked out from memory. There was no point in digging up old wounds, things she had left to graves long ago. Memories of her puppyhood occasionally plagued her, causing the pinpricks of loneliness to bother her from formerly light-hearted independence. She had weaved through the nomadic life, bearing piercings from her time spent there, constantly keeping her ears pricked for any news of her siblings.
The news came in as whispered appreciation from a loner who had left his pack and met with the nomads, exchanging company for news of the packs in this new land. When the name of her sister danced on his tongue as the leader of a pack was mentioned, Ghita made her mind to investigate the pack, only partially believing there was a chance that this same wolf was her sister. And even if it was, there wasn't necessarily a deep longing to meet with her again; even in their puppyhood the two had never been as close as Savina and Ehno were. They had isolated her, causing the wolf to gain her 'devil may care' wild attitude and critical view of the world, and for the better, perhaps. Having had her fair share of pack life, she had seen the more popular wolves weave in and out of the pack's eye, disapproving of certain actions and heralding others. That life wasn't one that Ghita wanted to lead under any circumstance; she preferred to be free and wild, untethered by meaningless opinions.
And she indeed had found the pack her sister led. Crimson Dreams was it's name, and Ghita arrived only to find her sister late in pregnancy, stirring unpleasant memories to reach her once more. Seeing the birth of her nieces and nephews only unnerved her, thinking of the pups she had lost and the lives they could've led. And because of those pups that had just entered her world, she had to leave theirs, leaving the pups behind and leading her to the Nomadic life she had previously been living in, far away from the memories the pack life had revived.
Somehow these memories had broken through the trance induced by designing, and the unpleasant circumstances of her miscarriage with Carlo formed a bitter taste in her mouth. For the first time, the wolfess thought of turning tail. She knew for a fact that her sister led this pack, which spurred a long-lost feeling of longing for a sibling, but did she really want to be around her sister again? Her nieces and nephews had most likely grown up now, were ready to take on the world. Could she really watch them and socialize with them, every moment knowing that her pups never had the chance at a life such as this? As she further entertained this prospect, more and more bitter remembrances haunted her, spurring her back to the enjoyable freedom of being a nomad. Wincing visibly, she turned her head to the south, squinting to see the faintest hint of an ocean at her back. The lowest hint of a whine escaped her chest, and the femme rose to her paws, half-way to deciding to leave without even meeting the pack again.
[wc - 300+. sorry it's so bad! the first post with a new character is always hard.]
the *file*
◦Character Name: Ghita Marino
◦Character Birthdate (including year): May 1st, 2006
◦Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
◦Species: Luperci Ortus
◦Gender: Female
◦A secondary form of contact: unstreamcat@gmail.com">sunstreamcat@gmail.com
◦How you found 'Souls: Through Jazper/Melissa]
x.you just don't know who i am.x
The heavy clouds above slowly rolled through the periwinkle sky, carrying with them their heavy burden of rain. The sun hid behind the ashen mask, retaining the light for another day. Turning her silver-tipped cranium to the sky, tents of fur and metal twitched in recognition, the wind hissing around the jewelry. As the wolfess drank in the weather with turquoise optics, her ebony nostrils were charting the next few miles of her course. The nomad was blessed with a lack of urgency towards reaching her destination, but impatience nipped at her heels every few minutes. Her journey was battling with her nature, the longevity of the trek forcing a whole new level of focus that Ghita hadn't possessed in a very long time.
Finally making the executive decision to avoid hunting in this area, the timber wolf leapt forward into motion, long limbs rippling as muscles stretched and bunched together. Dainty paws found their way over shells and stones, avoiding hazards that would only slow her process. Settling into the comfort of motion, the femme was easily running fifty mph, unfocused on anything but following the scent of a large group of wolves housed together. The wind from her speed weaved through her long, coarse fur, pinning it back and diminishing her size, revealing patches of brown and black beneath the silver. A pink tongue snaked out of her jaws, sliding over the snake bites to cool herself down.
Approaching the steep mountainous look-out point, Ghita only slowed her pace minutes before she would find herself halfway through the river. Optics drank in the scenery before her for precious moments, noting the limestone and shallow depths. Letting out something resembling a human huff, the wolfess lowered her haunches down to the earth, sitting and waiting for a pack member to arrive. Waiting didn't bode well for the femme, so before long she had taken her paw and started sketching in the soil. In her mind it wasn't earth she was scribing upon, but leather, intricate designs lacing up and down what could be a bracelet.
Absorbed in her design, Ghita ignored the details of her last experience with a pack. She left the miscarriage behind her, time tentatively healing over the scar, details of her flight blocked out from memory. There was no point in digging up old wounds, things she had left to graves long ago. Memories of her puppyhood occasionally plagued her, causing the pinpricks of loneliness to bother her from formerly light-hearted independence. She had weaved through the nomadic life, bearing piercings from her time spent there, constantly keeping her ears pricked for any news of her siblings.
The news came in as whispered appreciation from a loner who had left his pack and met with the nomads, exchanging company for news of the packs in this new land. When the name of her sister danced on his tongue as the leader of a pack was mentioned, Ghita made her mind to investigate the pack, only partially believing there was a chance that this same wolf was her sister. And even if it was, there wasn't necessarily a deep longing to meet with her again; even in their puppyhood the two had never been as close as Savina and Ehno were. They had isolated her, causing the wolf to gain her 'devil may care' wild attitude and critical view of the world, and for the better, perhaps. Having had her fair share of pack life, she had seen the more popular wolves weave in and out of the pack's eye, disapproving of certain actions and heralding others. That life wasn't one that Ghita wanted to lead under any circumstance; she preferred to be free and wild, untethered by meaningless opinions.
And she indeed had found the pack her sister led. Crimson Dreams was it's name, and Ghita arrived only to find her sister late in pregnancy, stirring unpleasant memories to reach her once more. Seeing the birth of her nieces and nephews only unnerved her, thinking of the pups she had lost and the lives they could've led. And because of those pups that had just entered her world, she had to leave theirs, leaving the pups behind and leading her to the Nomadic life she had previously been living in, far away from the memories the pack life had revived.
Somehow these memories had broken through the trance induced by designing, and the unpleasant circumstances of her miscarriage with Carlo formed a bitter taste in her mouth. For the first time, the wolfess thought of turning tail. She knew for a fact that her sister led this pack, which spurred a long-lost feeling of longing for a sibling, but did she really want to be around her sister again? Her nieces and nephews had most likely grown up now, were ready to take on the world. Could she really watch them and socialize with them, every moment knowing that her pups never had the chance at a life such as this? As she further entertained this prospect, more and more bitter remembrances haunted her, spurring her back to the enjoyable freedom of being a nomad. Wincing visibly, she turned her head to the south, squinting to see the faintest hint of an ocean at her back. The lowest hint of a whine escaped her chest, and the femme rose to her paws, half-way to deciding to leave without even meeting the pack again.
[wc - 300+. sorry it's so bad! the first post with a new character is always hard.]