we all want to change the world

Ghita Marino · 04-21-2011, 09:34 AM

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My translations are probably WRONG, but this is okay. HAI, CRIMSON DREAMS!
Word Count: 333

A gruff yawn escaped the multi-colored jaws of Ghita as she found herself bored of the unfinished necklace in her hands. Oh, why had she sat down to work on anything? Why hadn't she decided to go hunting instead? The twang of pain flaring up in her knee reminded her. "Oh." That was right, that was why she hadn't gone hunting. Her yawn turned into a sigh, body falling back against the vaguely muddy ground as she watched the clouds roll past in the sky. Almost a year had passed, though she didn't truly notice the extended passage of time. She felt her knee should have returned to normal. Alas, she wasn't so lucky as to have full mobility or no pain — when it was cold, it ached, and she could never bend it as wholly as she could bend the left.

Her blue eyes closed. As much as she wanted to be running around with Tony or Fia or Lorenzo, her mood had been soured. The necklace sat, unfinished, on the ground. Little bits of carved up animal bone scattered as she rolled onto her stomach, prepared to continue her work. It was supposed to be a present, for Jazper; recently, they had suffered such a disconnect, and she wanted to fix whatever problems had worn away their relationship. At the rate her attention moved, however, it would never get done. She huffed. "Mannaggia!" The delicate piece of jewelry crumpled beneath her fingers as Ghita dropped her head against the ground.

Maybe she just needed a break from the jewelry, to do something useful again. Without second thought, she — with difficulty — managed to haul herself to her feet. As she dusted off the dirt from her dust-colored coat, her eyes wandered the lands near Haven Manor. Did someone want to go hunting with her, or was she out of luck? It wouldn't really matter, she would go by herself. It would just be much more fun with a second along.

Gotham Phoenix · 04-21-2011, 01:24 PM

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Hope you don't mind? :3

Gotham was returning home from one of his many outtings away from the territory. There were many, many things wrong with what he was doing outside the Crimson Dreams, but he'd never dare to mention it to his family; especially his poor mother, who'd suffered a lot since he'd returned home. Rather, he'd keep them his little secret, only shared with the other canines involved.

Now he was back in his own territory, though. He was on his way home to the manor. He'd be able to sleep in a warm bed again soon. And no one will know I'd even left! Phoenix, you are a nasty one. He thought it with a smirk, glad to be rid of the guilt that had tormented him the first few nights. Now he was feeling that unfamiliar hint of freedom that normally came to loners. Not the best thing in the world for a 'prince' to feel... and to become addicted to.

A voice shouting nearby snapped him out of his devious thoughts (oh my!) and the young boy stopped in his tracks and looked around. The wind was kind enough to bring her scent to his nose when he saw nothing of interest. Aunt Ghita? What's she doing out here? He cocked his head to the side. Better still, why is she cursin' like that? With that, boy decided to check things out.

He trotted up to her in his optime form, leather jacket worn over a black t-shirt and some loose-fitting cargo jeans. "Aunt Ghita, what's wrong?" She was standing and looking somewhat irritated when he came onto the scene, and despite the obvious height difference, he felt small; he hated it when family, especially the female half, had that look. "I heard you curse there... is everything alright?"

It had been a long while since he'd spoken with Ghita, and he took a moment to let his memory pick out certain things about her; her fur, her eyes, her hair, and especially memorable, her scent. She smelled a lot like his mother, and despite being one of those relatives he didn't talk to often, that alone made her someone he felt comfortable around.

He was just musing over this when he remembered something vital; this was Aro's mother. The same cousin he was infatuated with. Suddenly, all that easiness washed away, replaced with that instinctive fear that she'd somehow find out. How would she react? Would she react the same way he expected his mother to react? Would she freak out and punish Aro? Ich, no need to get scared, Phoenix. She's just your aunt. Chill out.

Ghita Marino · 04-22-2011, 02:05 PM

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Excited Ghita is excited.

With family all around her, it shouldn't have surprised her to see the dark Gotham as he trotted her way. Turquoise eyes fell on her nephew curiously; he had come because she swore? That was a strange reason to approach someone. Her arms crossed, hands holding her elbows as she sized up her nephew. He was tall, like his father, and showed promise in the way of a fighter. He would certainly do if it came down to hunting with a partner, as she expected he was strong. Her head turned slight and a grin broke out. "Everything's fine, bambino mio! I was just going hunting; do you want to join me?" If she couldn't convince Gotham to join, she might have to put it off; he did come to see her, after all, and though she was itching for a hunt, it would be rude to brush him off.

She turned to face the borders, tapping her jaw before waiting for the boy's answer. "I think we could go out into the forest and find something really great for dinner. That'd make your mother happy, I bet!" Oh, how clever Ghita was! A present for both Savina and the pack. A meal, and she was so certain Gotham would help her procure it. She turned back toward him with a brightest grin. "Well, are you ready?" He hadn't even agreed.

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