11-03-2009, 09:34 PM
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Wewt! Here we go! Let's pop 'em out! =DD Wc: 460+
Lately she had been privy to wandering on her own, slipping away at any and all hours of the day. Ghita never went too far however, not wanting to exert herself for the sake of the lives developing inside of her. It didn't seem quite real at times to the fae - a far more likely explanation would simply be her food intake. Dainty paws stepped carefully over the dusty ground, turquoises absently wavering over her surroundings, barely lit by the rising sun.
She had woken in Jazper's bed with horrible cramps, spasms running up and down her entire body, it seemed. Pure luck was the only player as Ghita managed to slip out of the manor, desperately hoping that the pains would ease as she moved. They did, to some extent, and the silver-tipped fae trotted farther and farther away, her ebony nose keen for a distraction born from adventure. Admittedly, there wasn't much new territory in her adopted home. In the first few weeks, it had seemed like she had explored it all, covered every trail. Apparently, this wasn't the case.
In hindsight, Ghita'd probably recognize that she was stupid to journey down into the newer territory. But the caves that she hadn't discovered previously called to her, louder and more furiously than normal, so she gave into temptation and plunged downhill. Careful, cautious, all too worried about the possibility of her tripping, the Italian sniffed around the caves, which yielded no secrets to her. It looked like a comfortable place, and she realized with a pang of regret that perhaps she could have spent many a roaming night here. It wasn't all too far from the manor, but just out of reach if she needed to be. Suddenly exhausted, she yielded to the ground and let the earth cradle her side as her world tumbled around her.
The only way to describe it would be that fire had caught inside of her and was spreading through her entire body. There was no time for fear in the the endless minutes of echoless silence that stretched before her, simple stars exploded before her eyes and her claws dug in. For a moment the storm broke, allowing a savage scream to tear from her lungs, a wordless plea for anything to rescue her from this pain. If there was no lack of lucidity, Ghita would have staked her life on the fact that something had gone terribly wrong inside of her. Having never gone through labor, the poor fae could only howl in pain, hoping there was some packmate nearby to hear her. Every so often her cries would be punctured by Italian curses, the possibility that she might have to go this alone only beginning to dawn on her.
Wewt! Here we go! Let's pop 'em out! =DD Wc: 460+
Lately she had been privy to wandering on her own, slipping away at any and all hours of the day. Ghita never went too far however, not wanting to exert herself for the sake of the lives developing inside of her. It didn't seem quite real at times to the fae - a far more likely explanation would simply be her food intake. Dainty paws stepped carefully over the dusty ground, turquoises absently wavering over her surroundings, barely lit by the rising sun.
She had woken in Jazper's bed with horrible cramps, spasms running up and down her entire body, it seemed. Pure luck was the only player as Ghita managed to slip out of the manor, desperately hoping that the pains would ease as she moved. They did, to some extent, and the silver-tipped fae trotted farther and farther away, her ebony nose keen for a distraction born from adventure. Admittedly, there wasn't much new territory in her adopted home. In the first few weeks, it had seemed like she had explored it all, covered every trail. Apparently, this wasn't the case.
In hindsight, Ghita'd probably recognize that she was stupid to journey down into the newer territory. But the caves that she hadn't discovered previously called to her, louder and more furiously than normal, so she gave into temptation and plunged downhill. Careful, cautious, all too worried about the possibility of her tripping, the Italian sniffed around the caves, which yielded no secrets to her. It looked like a comfortable place, and she realized with a pang of regret that perhaps she could have spent many a roaming night here. It wasn't all too far from the manor, but just out of reach if she needed to be. Suddenly exhausted, she yielded to the ground and let the earth cradle her side as her world tumbled around her.
The only way to describe it would be that fire had caught inside of her and was spreading through her entire body. There was no time for fear in the the endless minutes of echoless silence that stretched before her, simple stars exploded before her eyes and her claws dug in. For a moment the storm broke, allowing a savage scream to tear from her lungs, a wordless plea for anything to rescue her from this pain. If there was no lack of lucidity, Ghita would have staked her life on the fact that something had gone terribly wrong inside of her. Having never gone through labor, the poor fae could only howl in pain, hoping there was some packmate nearby to hear her. Every so often her cries would be punctured by Italian curses, the possibility that she might have to go this alone only beginning to dawn on her.