Crossing into Forbidden Land

Zephyr · 10-13-2010, 10:57 PM

The outsider approached from the eastern section of the territory. A slick tongue hung from his agape jaws, panting lightly as he withstood the exhaustion. The rodent he'd witnessed hundreds of yards back was the only prey he had come across in days. Zephyr couldn't say just how long he had been tracking the animal down, but he was generally a stubborn type who found no shame in anything at all but the shame in giving up; admitting defeat. Especially after coming this far, there was no way he could turn back now and continue on an endless road that had no destination, no place for him to call his home or to seek solace.

The young brute simply pressed on, cranium dangling loosely from his shoulder blades, each mitt carelessly slapped onto the terrain below. His sense of smell was so locked on the rodent far ahead, he paid no attention to the possibility he was crossing into forbidden land. This painted dog had a one-tracked mind. Finally he sat himself back on his haunches, eyes locked on the dirt as he allowed himself to rest for the time being, as he did not sense his prey furthering its distance from him.

His massive ears perked forward, captivating a scent in the air that far differed from the one he'd been stalking. Zephyr's tongue slipped back behind colorless fangs, and his head ascended as he grew very interested in what flooded his naris. The pup tilted his head in curiosity, and mounted his four pads. At first he advanced, slowly at first until he padded onwards with a steady trot. Little did the African Wild Dog know was that he was only hards from a pack's territory. It should have been obvious to any dog to detect. However, Zephyr was a mere pup yet, and as previously mentioned, he was not exactly all-knowing.

However as he happily scampered on, a simple movement in the distance devoured every ounce of attention he possessed. He took in a large breath of air, eyes widening and ears jolting forward. The hare that escaped his jaws several yards back was now within his sights once again. As he stared at the rodent, he coudln't resist from licking his muzzle. Several times his muscles twitched, urging him to spring forward. Moments passed before Zephyr lunged into a full on sprint, directly towards the rodent who would inevidably be his victim.

The painted dog gave chase, deeper into the pack's territory. However the pup had only just crossed its border, and the hare insisted on maneuvering in every which direction. This allowed Zephyr to remained relatively close to the outermost edge instead of deep into enemy lines. Still, he was being ignorant. At long last, Zephyr's fangs closed around the small torso of the rodent. Instantly he closed his powerful jaws to quickly kill the animal and limit its suffering. He gathered the limp body into his mouth and walked beneath a nearby tree, away from sight. Underneath the shade, shielded from the powerful sun, the dog began to feed.

Ghita Marino · 10-14-2010, 12:34 AM

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Hi there! Welcome to the site, and to Crimson Dreams! =D If you have any questions, feel free to pm any of the mods, specifically Savina & Anu (the leaders of this ole pack) or pretty much any member, like myself! =D I love the way you write btw.
Wc: 655

As the days went by, it seemed that the slender Italian fae was growing larger and larger. Much like the sun hanging happily over a lake, swelling in joy, so Ghita's stomach grew, along with her unborn pups. The day was mild, for a Luperci, the wind barely breaking the agouti hairs of the wolfess' pelt like a blade. One could almost taste the dregs of winter beginning to creep up on the Crimson Dreamers, Jack Frost gliding along unsuspecting emerald blades in the night.

Being careful not to induce any more damage onto her already injured hind leg, the woman took her stroll at a slightly easier pace, her uneven gait leaving footprints of varying degrees in the soil. Presently in her Secui form, the fae's coat was a myriad of browns, silvers, and white, the ivory fur dotting her underbelly and the varying hues of brown dappling her coat. The silver on her body was a mere sheen, the edges of her fur greying with nothing related to age, but genetics.

Carefully, Ghita Marino carried on her pathway around the borders. With the extra time on her hands that she'd lost from hunting, (as she clearly couldn't do that in her current state of pregnancy) the Lieutenant Colonel had decided to take it upon herself to patrol the borders, ensuring the safety of her pack. Not only was Ghita driven by loyalties to Crimson Dreams, but her youngest set of nieces and nephews were barely old enough to speak, and her own first litter just learning to shift. Getting into trouble seemed to be one of those things a wolf never grew out of.

Darn well aware that if her mate caught her slinking around at this time she'd get an earful, the huntress kept her steps quiet, turquoise optics relaxed and enjoying the scenery around her. She was never happier than when she was wandering, the only exceptions being her immediate family, and even her late pregnancy wasn't enough to stop that. Her petite paws took her across the lands of Crimson Dreams automatically, the year she'd spent in one place giving her a certainty Ghita had never fully experienced - opening her mind to wander elsewhere.

Evidently, the well-trained huntress registered a foreign scent hanging in the air that made her blood run cold. It wasn't one she had ever recognized before, and immediately her thoughts ran to every creature she knew only from tales and not from experience. (Of course, the headstrong fae realized this was a pitiful few) But she didn't think about howling for assistance - not for a moment. Ghita was a Marino; her ebony sister ran this pack with a firm but kind paw; all three Marino children had made it across the sea from their homeland of Italy. And both sisters were notorious for their anger and for being headstrong. Living up to her name was natural, of course.

Flying across the land with one wing injured, it didn't take very long for the fae to approach the source of the scent, although at first she didn't see it. Lying within the shelter of the tree, his raven pelt almost blended in, given away by the cloudbursts of brownish red that extended from his legs. Standing on her most steady three legs, Ghita rose her own agouti chest to assume an aggressive posture, ears pointed towards the sky. The sun glinted off of her earrings decorating her single ear as she walked closer, not making any attempt to hide her approach. Standing a safe seven feet away or so, the fae rose her tail and steeled her turquoise orbs, making firm but approachable eye contact as best as she could. "You have trespassed into Crimson Dreams' territory. Is there something I can help you with?" As she spoke, the snakebites which pierced her ebony lip and disappeared into brown muzzle flashed, her jaw finally resting in neutral position once more.

Zephyr · 10-14-2010, 10:14 AM

Thanks, I enjoyed reading your post as well. So far I've found all the answers I've needed through out the forum. I will definitely keep that in mind though.

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Now resting in a laying position, kill nested between his two front limbs, Zephyr gorged himself, content as could be. He had to wonder when it was that he last ate. This was a question he'd asked himself several times in the past, unfortunately. It was his reasoning for tracking the rodent down for such an extended period of time. The pup could never be sure when he would taste another morsel. He had learned to take what he could, and never assume something better would cross his path. With his muzzle buried within the internals of the hare, he failed to indicate the scent that was all too close for comfort.

However, Zephyr's twin peaks did not simply give him a distinct appearance. Their large size permitted him the keen ability to pick up on the slightest vibrations. His ears shifted and his jaws instananeously removed themselves from the bloodied sight. The motionless prey dropped to the ground as Zephyr rose to his fours. The tip of his tail twitched as it curled inward between his hind legs. Their eyes would meet at that moment. The creature appeared to be some type of wolf, yet its form was oddly misshapened, or so it appeared in this pup's optics.

This mutt was still young yet, and could not accurately decide on how he should have reacted to her presense. "You have trespassed into Crimson Dreams' territory. Is there something I can help you with?" The defiance in him was lucid as he sent a piercing glare in her direction. Zephyr hesitated, denying the strong desire to collect his kill and evacuate the area in a hurry. His eyes glanced down at her paws briefly before returning them to her gaze. From his brief visual examination, this creature was forbidding weight on one of her hind legs. Obtaining this knowledge made his yerning stronger within, as he was sure he could outrun her.

Now, a 'smart' canine would probably roll onto its side and reveal its submissive nature. There was no doubt it was the brightest decision for Zephyr now, since he had ventured into territory that was claimed by this femme's pack. However Zephyr's intelligance was something to be questioned. A violent exhale rushed from his nostrils before he spoke. "You don't scare me." His voice had a boyish tone, hardly able to be distinguished as brute-like. His attitute also revealed he had the mind of a mere pup, as he turned his chin up to her.

Anyone who had spent a long enough time in Zephyr's company would know he was not to be taken seriously. He'd been known to make meaningless threats and demanded that he was to be alpha of his own pack, which he insisted would reign on these lands once he was older. For now, he was a young teen with a smug personality. "I don't need your help with anything. Your territory or not, I'm finishing my meal." He snapped. Zephyr's head would turn just slightly, but he would keep his eyes on the femme who stood a short distance away. He would watch her carefully as he gradually lowered his head, intending on continuing his feast.

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 10-16-2010, 11:01 AM

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OOC: Hope you don't mind but Katie asked me to jump in with Jazzypant Wink

WC: 500+

With Ghita getting well into the second half of the pregnancy Jazper's nerves began to drive him into a frantic mess. He dared not let Ghita go far from the mansion, and he wouldn't put up with her being alone. Now the problem with his mate was that there was no way in heaven or earth that she would put up with him forcing the rule that she be accompanied by another member of the pack when she left the mansion, just like a pup. It wasn't that he didn't trust his mate to be alone, he just didn't trust the rest of the world when his future pups were the lives on the line. He was bad enough when it came to watching Aro and Sophia going through their 'independent' stage but here was his second litter and he wanted nothing more than for them to be perfectly happy and healthy.

His obsession over keeping Ghita and his future pups safe landed him on the job of stalking his own mate around silently, which was rather difficult for a 4”, 330 lbs giant figure. He had followed her from a distance since she left the mansion earlier staying within a small distance from her just in case. Chances were she probably knew he was around but he hoped that he scent would be everywhere, since he had marked the territory here and there. A sudden increase in her pace left the Knight on guard and slightly shaken with confusion. It wasn't every day a pregnant wolf went running towards the boarders. Following her from a distance he kept up with a light jog, she didn't move fast with her new belly hanging low, and was surprised to see a strange dog eating away on their land.

Ghita's warning was a natural response to the situation. It wasn't taken kindly when other canines were found trespassing on claimed territory. That was their prey on their territory be it a small animal or not. The trespasser didn't appear to be very old, just entering the 'teenage' years if Jazper had to put an age on the male. He stayed calmly behind the trees watching carefully knowing in his mind that the pup would be scared off by Ghita and leave. However, the wild dog did not do what the warrior thought he would, instead he barked back and continued eating. A growl grew in the protectors belly as he walked out into view. If the kid wouldn't listen to a lady perhaps a giant warrior would give him the fright. “And who do you think you are? You know it's not really nice for me to hear a bratty kid on our land snap back at my mate.”. Did the kid not think this through? No male in their right mind would let a wolfess in the later weeks of pregnancy walk around without staying near by and no male would let their mate be talked back to by a little dog thing.

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Ghita Marino · 10-17-2010, 05:35 PM

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I think by now Jazz can probably sue for spousal abuse. XD
Wc: 578

Generally, what with her high position, Ghita got fairly little attitude thrust towards her like the statements Zephyr was throwing to her now. Unruffled, the nomadic fae had seen more than her share of hardships and rough-around-the-edges wolves to know how to hold her ground, and merely lifted what could be seen as a wolvine eyebrow in response. Taking a calm breath in, the calm exterior was a simple facade hiding the tone to come, seeping with danger in her voice. "I don't need to scare you to drive you off of this land." The words themselves weren't of a too threatening nature, but Ghita's tone just glided on the fine edge of ice and malice.

Hinting at a second look at the canid which had invaded, the fae's orbs told her that she had never seen anything quite like this arrogant dog, what with his oversized ears and mottled colouring. Muscles tensing in thought, she withheld her stand-offish position well, stock-still as she balanced, boring her gaze into Zephyr's orbs if he so chose to look up. If the boy was mistaking her leg to be a hinderance to speed, he was right - but perhaps not to the extent he so desired. Ghita was a wolfess built for speed, with her slender body and lithe frame, and even slowed down by her injured leg she could still outrun most of her pack.

"I actually wasn't offering any help to you, simply by getting you off of my lands. As the pack's chief huntress, I'm willing to allow you that kill, but I will not make any more allowances." Speaking calmly once more, as the boy lowered his head Ghita took one step towards him, then two, letting her ebony lips raise to reveal pearly teeth below.

Just as the tensions seemed to be rising to a boiling point, a scent Ghita hadn't quite noticed before - but couldn't help but acknowledge as her mate's, wafted into her nostrils, causing the fae to roll her eyes just before he came into sight. Her ebony mate meant well, definitely, but at times he had trouble understanding Ghita's need to be free, not tied down, no matter how much her body desired it. She couldn't help but appreciate her mate's presence, though - Jazper towered at least a head above her in most forms, and was a very intimidating presence nonetheless.

Keen as she was to let her mate deal with the intruder, Ghita's pride was at stake here. If she couldn't defend her own property, she certainly wasn't ready to defend a small litter of puppies. Then again, those thoughts were silly and needless - she had defended her first litter well enough, and she wouldn't be alone in defending her second litter as well. "Fancy seeing you here, Jaz..." The fae voiced, barely containing her mild annoyance for the sake of company. She knew that her mate appearing wasn't a simple coincidence, as he'd hope her to imagine - but the fact of the matter would have to be brought up at a later time.

Letting herself indulge her curiosity for the moment, Ghita allowed herself to take another look at the male snacking away at his 'lunch', his arrogant attitude too familiar to the mother with children around that age. Turning a narrowed eye to Zephyr, then to Jazper, then back to the large-eared male once more, she finally voiced the question preying on her mind. "Just how old are you?"

Aro Marino · 10-22-2010, 06:35 AM

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Aro tis jumping in Tongue Hope no one minds ^.~

Aro had begun having haunted dreams ever since his argument with his mother, the nightmares had been rare, but the more he read into stars and how chaotic the universe was, it caused for odd creative nightmares. He began to worry and he needed to get this apology off the floor and be a man. That was what he was a man, and men stand up and apologize when they were in the wrong. It was hard for him to recognize that, but he should have told his parents, and he shouldn't have yelled back at his mother. She was worried--that was all. She had lost her temper too, and hopefully she would apologize too, but if she didn't...well...He didn't know, but at least he said he was sorry, and that counted for something on his part.

He trotted in his four legged form, the birth form that was the base form to all the canines he knew. He was growing into his own and was now nearly a full year on this earth. He was a becoming a formidable male; strong, lean, quick, smart, and talented in his own way. He licked his lips as he followed the scent of his mother, he detected his father there too, but it was his mother's that he followed, brushing off all other scents. His body was relaxed while his mind rehearsed his apology over and over and over again. He wanted to make sure it went alright, that everything went smoothly, but that had yet to be seen. He knew his mother was carrying life, but he had avoided her, not seeing her at all since their argument. It was hard to accomplish, but it was developing his stealth skills and boy was he getting good at creeping silently around the house, his mother's scent the guide to how to move. It was planted all over the house and yet, he went by the strongest scent to figure out which way to go down the hall, which room to duck into. Despite the reasoning, he had begun to enjoy the game. Maybe he could use his new talents on his sister to scare the piss out of her.

Making his way closer to the scene he heard his father's voice, making his ears perk intently. The only part he heard was someone had snapped at his mother. His back bristled. No one was allowed to hurt his family. His nose twitched trying to decipher who else was there before he descended toward them. A stranger...this stranger would learn a lesson. He trotted quickly toward the three eyes focused on the stranger with a domineering glare picking up the words of his mother. What was going on? He didn't know, but all he knew was this dog thing snapped at his mother, and in turn she spoke up toward the threat. He wouldn't allow her to fend off this young dog. He would keep mom safe while dad did the chasing. Coming at his mother's side, fur slightly bristled, "..if you snap one more time at my mom, there won't be any driving from the lands. I'd watch that tongue of yours dog." He said just as he stopped moving standing in a protective stance. He made a death threat toward the dog, and he knew it was wrong, but he wouldn't hesitate to follow through with it if the odd looking canine snapped again toward her. His eyes didn't waver, not once glancing to his mom, or dad.

The tuxedo colored wolf was here to apologize to his mom, but right now there was a small matter to handle. This intruder. It amazed him how something could waltz onto these lands, hunt on their land, and then leisurely eat as if they weren't on pack lands. Was this a slap in the face? It surely was disrespectful of the borders.

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Zephyr · 10-23-2010, 05:59 PM

Sorry for the wait ^^;

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Hues locked in the femme before him, Zephyr's sights would snap to the side as he captured another's oncoming approach. It was obvious this creature was male due to his massive size in comparison to the fae who confronted him. Something sunk deep into his stomach, as Zephyr grew increasingly intimidating by the situation he'd put himself in. His muzzle was yanked from the bowels of his kill to meet the gaze of the brute. Instantly he lowered his eyes, but instead he released a small growl that rumbled deep in his esophagus. It wasn't one that would comouflage his apprehension, and mask it with anger.

As mentioned beforehand, Zephyr was by no means an intelligent canine, even for his young age. He couldn't respond to his fear by cowaring and fleeing the area. There was no way he could put up with indicating their laughter as they watched his back while he evacuated. Although only a few months of age, Zephyr did have a sense of honor and pride, one that had been imbedded into his being at a very early time in his life. “And who do you think you are? You know it's not really nice for me to hear a bratty kid on our land snap back at my mate.” Zephyr's eyes would ascend, sneering with deep frustration toward the brute who only just appeared.

The young canid sighed deeply before speaking. "My name is Zephyr." Zephyr nearly shook with frustration, his rage lucid. "And I'm not a bratty kid." He growled from between his bared, clenched fangs, emphasing the word 'kid'. If Zephyr had a death wish he would have charged straight for the canine that insulted him. Yet he kept his anger leashed as best to his capabilities, and remained stationary. "I actually wasn't offering any help to you, simply by getting you off of my lands. As the pack's chief huntress, I'm willing to allow you that kill, but I will not make any more allowances." This time it was the fae that spoke.

He had various things that raced through his head for him to respond to her with. In the end, he hesitated for only a few moments before his jaws reopened. "You're land... His land"--Zephyr jerked his head in the direction of the femme's mate--"or your pack's land. You wolves can claim all territory you want, but you pissing on the ground won't make any part of the earth 'yours'. Even if you believe it to me." His expression relaxed a bit as his eyes fell on the soil below his two paws. Although his eyes were narrowed as though glaring, a saddened aura consumed his profile as he stood there in silence. It was the femme's voice who pulled him from his trance.

"Seven months." He explained briefly, until suddenly a whole new scent entered his nostrils. His head snapped in the direction of yet another newcomer, which sent Zephyr's anxiety off the scale. What's worse was that this canine was supposedly the pup of the femme and her mate. So, Zephyr had entered more trouble that he bargained for. A family of wolves... Should Zephyr expect the entire pack to show up? He stared at the family of three with a disgusted appearance, one side of his maw tilted with his eyes just slightly narrowed. One may not be able to distinguish this look to be of confusion or defiance.

Zephyr would turn his head to the side, keeping the right optic fixed on the three wolves who threatened his very existance. The whelp may not have had much to live for, but he wasn't about to meet in end at the paws of these creatures. There was no way he would reveal his fear to them; he couldn't give them that satisfaction, and he wasn't going to run away... Yet what other decision did he have? He glanced down at his prey, realizing that much of it had been eaten. There wasn't any reason for him to remain here. Yet something kept his paws chained to this part of the earth. "I won't listen to your demands. So if you want, chase me away from here, but I'm not cowardly enough to flee." Zephyr braced himself for the possibility of an assault by tensing his body and baring his fangs.

Jazper Rhiannon-Knight · 10-30-2010, 11:51 AM

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OOC: yay familyness!

WC: 500+

It frustrated Jazper that anyone, at any age, would walk onto another packs territory and just start munching away let alone talk back to a pregnant female. It was just stupidity at its worse. At the least the boy had enough sense to introduce himself when he realized he was in deep water. However, he still hadn't the sense to walk away. The warrior almost felt sorry for the kid. Where were his parents? He didn't smell like another pack. Was he just alone and trying to feed himself? Theses were just a few of the questions that the brute was curious about. He hated when a child was left alone. They never grew up properly, never learned about respect. As Ghita spoke he was grateful that the wolfess was kind enough but reasonable. He could handle giving the boy one chance, maybe even two.

Her words directed at him left the warrior feeling slightly guilty. His mate was not one to tolerate being followed around unwillingly but she had to have known being this far into a pregnancy that he wouldn't let her wander alone. He was in charge of the packs safety and especially the safety of his own families future. Still, her tone of voice sent shivers down his spine. The Knight hated to make her angry. As Zephyr spoke the warriors tail began to twitch in frustration. Only the arrival of his son, which caught him off guard, settled him down again. Now he had to be the role model and watch his words. He listened to Aro's anger and sighed, maybe he hadn't learned to control his temper yet but who could blame the boy when his father and mother had a hard time keeping themselves in check.

He allowed everyone to speak before he moved forward, standing directly between his family and the intruder. He lowered his posture into that of a more neutral stance and then sat himself down calmly. “Even if you wont listen to our demands it seems as though you have a lot to learn.” Looking back to his mate his eyes pleaded for her to allow him these words before he returned his lightning gaze to the small boy. “Now Zephyr, I don't know where your parents are or who is suppose to be teaching you but you need to know that soon enough you'll be an adult. As a young adult it is very dangerous to just waltz into a packs clearly marked territory. Crimson Dreams is one of the most laid back packs in these lands. If you had walked in on Inferni's land you would have been ripped to shreds by now.” He gave the young adult a moment to think. “ Ghita has generously offered you the chance to have your meal and leave. I suggest you calm down, finish your food, and take this as a lesson not to go getting yourself killed.” He hoped that the dog would take his advise to heart but with loners you could never be sure. Never the less, he was teaching his own son how to deal with trespassers who could never dream of sanding a chance against his giant size.

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Ghita Marino · 10-30-2010, 03:34 PM

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Daw, family bonding~
Wc: 789

Maybe it was because Ghita was the parent of two children currently going through what could be determined as the teenaged years, or maybe her pregnancy hormones were keeping her somewhat sane, but the hot-head female didn't respond all too negatively towards Zephyr's snark towards her. She recognized something all too familiar in this pup that she'd gone through in the recent months - hostility and defensiveness. With her injured leg especially, she'd been hostile towards most wolves who offered support or aid, simply because of her overactive pride. Even when she was as young as Zephyr was - a mere seven months - she'd been snarky enough - Savina certainly remembered. But she'd mellowed out eventually, kept her head, and emerged all the better for it.

No matter how she tried to imagine it, Ghita couldn't imagine under what scenarios that Zephyr's parents, if still alive, would abandon such a young pup to fend for himself. Part of her felt guilty for snapping at him, but even if the boy didn't accept it, there was pack protocol to follow, and Crimson Dreams' numbers were swelling - with special cause to Ghita - and the pack couldn't afford to take many more mouths in to feed, especially as winter was coming. She held her tongue as her mate explained, only recognizing Aro's scent once his pawsteps were echoing close behind her.

Opening her mouth to say something, she closed it quickly, the voice dying on her tongue almost as fast as it had been born. Her pierced ears folded back slightly, her turquoise orbs widening slightly before she gulped quietly, unease spreading through her skin. She hadn't seen or heard from her son - her baby boy - ever since he returned from his endeavor over the borders, a situation where Ghita herself had lost her temper all too much. Hearing her son stand up for her only sent more red-hot knives into her chest, physical anxiety resurfacing in her very bones. "Aro..." she began, her voice devoid of any patronization but filled with regret and the need to be loved by her son once more. Her eyes danced around the clearing once, twice, three times before finally settling on Aro's optics, seeking something resembling forgiveness there. Perhaps time had finally healed the wounds she'd caused him, but for her it would take only a few heartfelt words to repair the damage.

Patiently letting out a soft sigh at Zephyr's ignorance and aggression, Ghita couldn't stay mad at either boy for very long. The added influence of her family helped strengthen her point all the more, and she felt that Jazper would be better at handling the situation than her. "Zephyr, there is no shame in walking away from a fight. It's not fleeing in shame or fear. It's having the sense to save the fight for another day; simple sense." Before Jazper could respond once more with anger, Ghita tried this time to be more of a voice of reason, gaining perspective she'd lost with Aro. But with her tuxedoed son she was more invested - the ties of love could sometimes emerge in odd ways.

Quietly lowering her rump to the soil beneath her paws, she let Jazper begin to explain to Zephyr the points he would have to make as a member of Crimson Dreams, but all the same lifted an ebony lip slightly beyond the point of her fangs when the night-hued warrior moved in front of her and Aro. The lip that moved was on the other side of her face to Aro, shielding him from seeing the skirmishes the parents had from time to time. Ghita felt more than capable of taking care of herself, even pregnant and injured, but Jazper never seemed to see that, even before she was carrying pups or injured.

Regularly, her gaze returned to her son, wondering how much he was learning from his father at this point. The huntress had forgotten that he'd have to learn how to deal with trespassers, along with the finer arts of fighting and hunting - things that adult wolves did, not pups. To Ghita her pups would always stay young, but never incapable. She knew that Aro was shaping up to be a fine young man under the guidance of her and Jazper, but never dreamed that they'd all have such a hands-on learning experience. Guilt still prickled beneath her fur as she watched her son, wondering how much he still hated her from the last time they met. Even though their pelts were physically close, the mother and son still felt miles away in Ghita's heart, something that made her very soul ache, more so than any of her injuries had in the past years.

Aro Marino · 11-01-2010, 12:47 PM

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His father moved, positioning himself between his mother and him, ears folded back slightly confused. Aro hadn't much experience in this matter, but he knew border crossing uninvited and without member to escort you was wrong in every sense. Dealing with them with hostility was how he thought it was to be done, especially when a member was disrespected as mom was. Fur went down as he listened to his father speak. Perhaps the dog didn't know better. It seemed that was what his dad was getting at. Suddenly, he felt like a jackass. Again he let his anger get the best of him. He lowered his head down feeling like every turn he was messing up. He sat down as he became lost in his mind, not yet looking to his mom feeling he did wrong again and surely she'd blow up at him, wouldn't she? His head moved toward her looking at her feet, taking in a deep breath he looked up at her, a sorry expression on his face. He wanted to say the words but was it the right time? The right opportunity? It seemed that with this situation going on it wasn't. She listened to her words, they too held so much wisdom, maybe she wasn't crazy like he felt she was after that day. He swallowed the lump in his throat and just abandoned all reason and thought, just blurting the words out, "I'm sorry.."

He looked to the intruder, Zephyr. He moved out of the shadow of his father and looked at the odd looking dog, his ocean like eyes meeting squarely with the dog. He would issue another apology, but in a more strange way than a straight forward sorry, licking his lips he let go the fact how he rudely came into the lands. First he was curious, "Where are your parents anyway?" He boldly asked not fearing the answer, but the answer mattered. If this dog was alone they should make room for him and if they couldn't maybe Aro could be his friend, they could travel together perhaps. "Are they the ones to teach you to rudely intrude on other canine's home? Because that is what a pack is..it's home to a family of wolves, or dogs, or even coyotes. It is rude to intrude on others place of home without invitation or escort. Do you not understand what manner's are?" His words or harsh but had a tone of curiosity to them.

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