02-22-2010, 10:32 PM
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So sorry the posts are taking a while to reply to! I promise that Hunger is next on the list! ><;; I also kinda thought of Ghita as being the youngest for some reason. @_@ WC: 734 WoD: Fractious: Tending to cause trouble; unruly. Also Irritable; snappish; cranky. ~ It was all that Ghita could manage not to change forms, don a more humanoid appearance and gather her troubled niece in her arms, a mothering instinct that surely only arrived as her own pups were born. Having to settle for a less tender gesture, the silver-tipped bodice leaned onto her niece's auburn frame, her cranium resting on the knee. The woman waited it out, waited until Cambria had vented her angers and fed the flames that were in lieu of emotions for now, the only useful part of the aunt's being the ears that she used now. She cringed as Cambria yelled her outrage, against her better instincts and desires. The forceful tone of her words were enough to startle a greater wolf in itself, but the wounds were also inflicted on her own person. For all of his faults and bad judgments, Ehno was her littermate, her brother; Ghita had never been as close to her littermates as they had been to each other, but kin was kin, same as how Cambria was her kin as well. Ehno and Savina had more or less learned to cope with Ghita's issues and hardships; it seemed almost greedy and childlike, not to mention hypocritical, not to give Ehno the same breathing space. But her niece had a point - and what Ehno had done was no longer simply a betrayal against her sister's child; Ehno's decision had affected Ghita's ebony-furred kin as well, leaving the sister once again on the outside, not knowing how their relationship was faring after this gross misconduct. Her lips pressed together in a thin line as she pondered, listening to Cambria's opinions and take on the responsibility of the children; the outcome was quite understandable, as the aunt had gone through a similar case. The aunt hadn't been there at the time of the incident Cambria spoke of, but she knew from her packmates and siblings most of the details that mattered when it came to the white powder. Unable to name herself an innocent party in this matter, Ghita let the stony feeling in her stomach grow as the guilt manifested, her own experiences with the DXM drug giving her the last perspective needed on the tale. The particular drug had a nasty withdrawal, to say the least, and Ghita felt as if years were sapped from her life as she finally recovered. As she mulled over this, Ghita noticed the lull in conversation boom in her eardrums. Her sides heaved, pushing air through her nose and out in a fast hissing timbre, a sigh more resigned than frustrated. "Mi dispiace ti senti in questo modo, Cambria. Non si può rendersene conto, ma so come ti senti." There was no way in hell that Ghita would explain about her own drug troubles - not only was it not the place to do so, it sent a message to the girl that her own experiences were somehow less, not as devastating or traumatic. Instead, the aunt parted her jowls to begin weaving a part of her history scarcely revealed outside her own misery. "Una volta ho avuto un compagno prima Jazper - anche se non ero altrettanto contento di Carlo come sto ora con Jazper." Blinking for a moment, Ghita kept her eyes on the fading sun, maintaining a stony poker face as she remembered her former mate. Bringing her lower lip into her jaws, the wolfess chewed around her piercings, a pensive moment as she recalled the past. "Non vi annoierò con i dettagli, ma aveva una relazione con un altro fae e mi ha lasciato dopo il mio aborto spontaneo. Fino ad oggi, non credo che posso guardare in qualunque cuccioli ha generato oggi." Such a stark contrast to the usually fractious wolfess, Ghita now assumed what could be interpreted as a submissive posture, although her physical position had not changed. Her shoulders had sagged minutely, a result of both her niece's and her own pain. Her turquoises seemed to gaze into another window into the past, remembering her time with the nomads that usually was set apart as such a happy time. Once again letting a sigh escape her, the fae turned her cranium to Cambria's, locking gazes for as long as needed to communicate the point; the point that the weathered aunt would always understand and love her kin, no matter the scars that they bore. |