09-29-2009, 09:53 PM
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Pack fun! =3 Wc: 500+
To say what Ghita looked like at this time accurately, you would have to compare her to a hot air balloon. Usually, the brown fae was slender in form, bordering on skinny if not for the muscles rippling under her skin, but recently she had expanded to become more than herself. Thanks to one certain night with a certain male in her pack, a celebration of new life had occurred without the consent of either party. However, neither of them were complaining in the least.
If this event had occurred with anyone else in her pack, there would be endless amounts of shame on Ghita's end. How stupid could she be, getting drunk like that and finding herself in bed with a male? Although she trusted Jazper with her life, it still gave worrying testimony to the fact that she had let herself make that choice, and now was bearing the consequence because of it. The silver-tipped fae was largely an independent soul - something she had proven time and time again as she wandered alone, without company. Sure, for a short time she joined a group of nomads, which had left her with metal in her face, but she had managed to survive her losses on her own.
Slender legs brought her into the gathering, noting with twin turquoises the turnout of her pack members. There were a few faces she didn't recognize, but some that she knew all too well. For instance, her sister's ebony face was silhouetted by the miniature flames that danced in the branches above the assembly. As well, golden orbs caught her attention, one with a sun painted around it in an elegant swirling form. Jazper, her now mate, was meeting with Ghita's sister, and it was clear to see that he was hoping he would be forgiven.
Turning away from the pair of black banes, the lupus gave a sort of waddling gait towards the large tree, lowering her haunches until her side was pressed into the earth. Legs extended beyond her, the fae let out a small sigh, 'eyebrows' furrowed towards her relations. Not possessing the best of moods on this day, she only had made the journey because she felt obligated to; After all, her sister ran the pack, and needed all the support she could muster at this time. However, that didn't help Ghita find a smile to put on her face.
Grimacing as one of the pups inside her launched an attack on her body, the Italian desired to distract herself by searching the faces around her. Ehno's wasn't among them, which gave a small pang of worry to the pregnant femme, but, she had to reason that it was early in any case. He still could show - there was time. Finding the crowd-searching quickly boring, her cranium found it's way onto her forepaws, her hind legs still extended to give her stomach the room it needed. Half-closing her optics, she studied the rapidly rising stars, remembering a less complicated time where she navigated using the celestial companions. Now, the passion became merely a hobby, one she hoped she could pass on to her pups when the time came. If the time came.
Pack fun! =3 Wc: 500+
To say what Ghita looked like at this time accurately, you would have to compare her to a hot air balloon. Usually, the brown fae was slender in form, bordering on skinny if not for the muscles rippling under her skin, but recently she had expanded to become more than herself. Thanks to one certain night with a certain male in her pack, a celebration of new life had occurred without the consent of either party. However, neither of them were complaining in the least.
If this event had occurred with anyone else in her pack, there would be endless amounts of shame on Ghita's end. How stupid could she be, getting drunk like that and finding herself in bed with a male? Although she trusted Jazper with her life, it still gave worrying testimony to the fact that she had let herself make that choice, and now was bearing the consequence because of it. The silver-tipped fae was largely an independent soul - something she had proven time and time again as she wandered alone, without company. Sure, for a short time she joined a group of nomads, which had left her with metal in her face, but she had managed to survive her losses on her own.
Slender legs brought her into the gathering, noting with twin turquoises the turnout of her pack members. There were a few faces she didn't recognize, but some that she knew all too well. For instance, her sister's ebony face was silhouetted by the miniature flames that danced in the branches above the assembly. As well, golden orbs caught her attention, one with a sun painted around it in an elegant swirling form. Jazper, her now mate, was meeting with Ghita's sister, and it was clear to see that he was hoping he would be forgiven.
Turning away from the pair of black banes, the lupus gave a sort of waddling gait towards the large tree, lowering her haunches until her side was pressed into the earth. Legs extended beyond her, the fae let out a small sigh, 'eyebrows' furrowed towards her relations. Not possessing the best of moods on this day, she only had made the journey because she felt obligated to; After all, her sister ran the pack, and needed all the support she could muster at this time. However, that didn't help Ghita find a smile to put on her face.
Grimacing as one of the pups inside her launched an attack on her body, the Italian desired to distract herself by searching the faces around her. Ehno's wasn't among them, which gave a small pang of worry to the pregnant femme, but, she had to reason that it was early in any case. He still could show - there was time. Finding the crowd-searching quickly boring, her cranium found it's way onto her forepaws, her hind legs still extended to give her stomach the room it needed. Half-closing her optics, she studied the rapidly rising stars, remembering a less complicated time where she navigated using the celestial companions. Now, the passion became merely a hobby, one she hoped she could pass on to her pups when the time came. If the time came.