02-06-2010, 02:33 AM
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Here we go! ^_^ WC: 769 WoD: Distrait: Divided or withdrawn in attention, especially because of anxiety. Dated after River Deep, Mountain High is completed~ As the slender wolfess trudged back towards the manor with the setting sun behind her, Ghita couldn't help feeling like she was forgetting something quite important. The lowering light threw vermillions and clementines across a lapis sky, turning the eastern half of Halifax into a low, soothing sapphire. Her charcoal shadow growing long beneath her, pawprints in the snow were uneven, the left forepaw taking more weight than it's counterpart. By now, the Italian mother could cross this territory with her nose blocked off; That's how well she knew Crimson Dreams. But it wasn't always like that. Like any new member, Ghita was once a bumbling youth getting lost more nights than should be admitted, and stumbling upon a packmate by pure chance. But her newfound skill allowed the distrait wolfess' mind to linger on other more pressing needs. There was something she had lost in that humiliating afternoon hunt, but couldn't put her paw on it. Gently gritting her ivories together, the mansion finally loomed into sight just over a couple of miles of white snow, much to Ghita's relief. She had made no plans to stop on her journey, preferring the pain to the humiliation and defeat that would surely creep up on her once the fae decided to lie down. Crimson oozed from a deep yet short cut across her chest, traveling onto her shoulder (which elicited the limp). Crimson droplets marked where she had been, turquoise optics dull with something beyond physical exhaustion and pain. It was only then, in the moment where the buttery orb had begun to dip beneath the tallest tree in the Dreamers' home that Ghita finally remembered what she had left behind on the hunt. The remnants of her dignity. Her ears, once erect and alert, displaying all of the finely cared for piercings on her left ear had now dipped towards the ground, her neck also lowered. There weren't many packmates around and about at this time, or so said her nose, which made Ghita's heart a little bit lighter. At least she wouldn't be subjected to the pity and the humiliation of having to explain her injury. Doggedly carrying on, the manor finally yielded itself to her, allowing the wolfess to finally enter the place she had learned to call home. Grimacing up at the sheer size of it, something that Ghita had not counted on were the amount of stairs that led to her home sweet home. "Dammit." Lowering her haunches to the ground beneath her, Ghita let her weight shift over to her left side, lifting her paw slightly off of the ground to allow for her injured shoulder to rest. Lowering her eyelids to the sight, the fae couldn't help wondering if traveling all the way up to her room would be worth it, in the end. Eyes finally reopened to the challenge before her, Ghita took in one last frigid breath before letting her left foreleg take the first stair, passing through the ground level without much to report. The light was quickly fading from the room, the manor seemingly abandoned from the ground floor. Sighing in relief, the woman took the first steps leading up to the second floor, everything working well until the third step caught her by surprise. The stairs apparently more slippery than she first had accounted for, her ebony paw pads did nothing to prevent the fae from slipping, attempting the stair but tripping, causing her to fall on her already bruised shoulder. Unable to bite back the profanities, curses in her familial tongue rang around the manor, only a select few able to understand what the fae said. Optics screwed shut from the blow, Ghita nearly cursed once more as the stair now bore a slight crimson tone, however ironically. Finally recognizing defeat when it bit her on the nose, the Italian lady retreated back towards the floor she attempted to leave. Heading towards the first thing that resembled comfort to her, the fae decided to crash on it for the night, her lupus form more than sufficient to keep the fae warm, even without the luxurious furs her mate possessed. Speaking of... the ebony male might be concerned about her disappearance, but by now he must be accustomed to her comings and goings. Besides, Ghita was fairly confident that the male could handle the two pups on his own; And even if he couldn't, he'd only need to travel a small ways down the stairs before Ghita's scent became apparent, more bloodied than usual. |