Okay, so when Jazper wakes up a little she's gonna spring from basically under his bed and scare him, kei? Wimpy manthing - 0, Ghita - 2. >D <33 Wc: 700+



Dainty paws danced their tender away around the building, turquoise optics flashing as she tried to comprehend just why any wolf would want to sleep inside. To Ghita, this was weirder than walking everyplace backwards for a change. She loitered at the doorway, just a few feet away from the enclosed building, shivering as the early morning wrapped it's cold fingers around her throat, forcing out air in small puffs of white. The dull scents of brick, mortar and concrete plagued nostrils more comfortable with the subtleties of the forest.



She had done her best to avoid entering buildings as best she could in her life; Inside a pack or not, she still held this policy best she could. But today she had a reason, a damned good one too, for breaking this pact she had made with herself. There was someone she had to see. Despite the dew resting on her 'socks' and biting into her bones, she felt no need to rush herself to enter, although her excitement bubbled around her. She had been sitting here for an hour, her apprehension battling with her excitement, contending viciously, until she lifted herself off the grass, shaking the dew off.



Still unused to her new form, Ghita stumbled forward slightly, goggling at the size she was now. The form felt right to her, although walking around as a Secui was new to her. Her mane had become pure silver, gilded across her back and falling casually over dust-colored fur barely tipped by the same color. Her formerly dainty paws, and still dainty by Secui measurements, were now (to her) the size of dinner plates; At first, Ghita possessed a weird sort of limping gait that was simply due to this fact, but that had long been rid of during the walk over. She felt thicker, heavier, more muscular than she had before, and was gifted with an understanding that Jazper had been hinting at for a while now.



She felt, as Jazper had tried to tell her, more capable in this form - she had quickly discovered the speeds she could reach while running, and had spent the early dawn chasing her tail and romping in a way that she hadn't since she was a pup. She was still slightly tired from the adventure, but the hour of debating had cured that. Staring ahead, Ghita savored the scents around her, detecting the faint ebony one she needed to direct her. Large paws became surprisingly light and noiseless as she followed the scent, ears bent slightly.



It felt wrong for her to be so enclosed, so trapped. A wolf who needed the sky above her was easily distressed with her surroundings, but she had to remind herself; This was for Jazper. A sight that would surely spur the smile that gave her a mixture of emotions she wasn't quite sure about, and had largely ignored. She hadn't seen him in the past few days, the last time being at the beach where she had first learned how to shift. But that was by no means a large success; As she had such a tattered idea of what she could become, she only succeeded in lengthening her chest fur.



Up one flight of stairs, optics searched the rooms around her, curiosity mixed with all the other ingredients that made her emotions of the day. Still suspicious of being so trapped, it was completely beyond her of just how anyone could manage sleep of all things here. (However, she would soon discover this was easier than it sounded.) His scent thickened close by, causing a grin to slip across ebony lips; Stepping forward, she was relieved to see the door wasn't fully closed, a problem avoided where there could've been one, and she moved into the room.



Instantly hit by a mixture of subtle scarlets and vibrant whites, she let her haunches drop onto the hard floor beneath her, taking a few silent seconds to regard the room around her. The walls were a deep scarlet, calming her for some reason, letting her forget that she was imprisoned within those walls. (She had left the door propped open a tails-width.) The ivory furniture merited exploration, and she nosed it gently, before standing up, resting her larger paws on the top. The bookcase sang to her in a language she could not understand, but perhaps could learn; another skill she could overcome by leaps and bounds. A small fire crackled in the fireplace, obviously the left over embers from a fire the night previous. Remembering her cold, she approached in tentatively, resting on side close enough to it to warm herself, then the other.


That was the moment that Jazper's bed caught her attention. Surprised, she barely stopped herself in time from making a small yip burst out of her chest. The bed just low enough so that, on her hind legs, she could see onto the surface, where an ebony figure lay, in a strange menagerie of long limbs and wolf wrapped around fur pelts. She had waited long enough; the yellowed orb was beginning to stream into a (magical-sinceIdunnoifit'sthere) window, lighting Ghita's frame from behind and sparking an idea alight in her mind. Dropping down, she hid behind the height of the bed, before knocking it several times with her nose. "Jazper? Jazper? I have someting to show you?"

OOC: Might want to add [m] to your thread title XD. Yay dreaming

WC:300+

The ebony knight tossed in his sleep back and forth, back and forth. Where was he? He paced up and down the manor's halls trying to find someone. He didn't quite know who he was after but he knew there was some desperation in the need to see this female. He was yelling but he couldn't catch the name in from the distant sound of his own voice. He could feel his own emotions growing, spinning, like there was some danger for this wolfess if he didn't have her within his sight. Why where there so many doors!? He wanted to scream at the mansion for suddenly having rows upon rows of doors. Blue doors, red doors, heck there where even bright pink doors. He started to run along these halls his feet carrying him to wherever they where drawn to.




Suddenly, his feet came to a stop, almost sending the rest of his body sprawling across the hall. There, beside him, was finally something familiar, his wooden door, the wood turning lighter and faded towards the edges. Opening the door he was greeted by the sight of a familiar wolfess, timber wolf pelt, bight shining eyes. His heart jumped a beat as he stared at her, waiting for him on fur blankets. "Ghita." He whispered with a smile in his sleep. Her scent was so strong as he approached her and wrapped an arm around her soft coat. The picture started to fade, Ghita and himself disappearing in an embrace as his browns frowned. Where were they going? Blinking he heard a soft voice talking to him. With a groan he sat up in bed, head in his hands. The dream had been so vivid that he could still hear here. Heck he could still smell her as strongly as if she where three feet in front of him.

I epically lol'd. <33 Where '***' is, I was strongly tempted to put 'gawd, he's so hawt. O3O <33' AND YES. Ghita was flirting. >> Deal. <3 Love the table btw! ^-^ Wc: 500+



Blinking her large turquoise pools a couple of times, she felt her friend toss and turn on his bed, where eyebrows should be furrowing in confusion. Confident he wasn't about to wake up, she put her chin on the bed, watching his anxious face grimace and thrash from side to side. *** Just what the ebony male was dreaming was far beyond her; it looked like a pleasant dream at least.



Because her name was said, it must mean he'd seen her. Brightening a little, she stood on her hind legs, resting her forepaws on the bed and leaning further in. "Hey there, handsome." It was still early in the morning, so she kept her voice down, unintentionally adding to the dream he was in. Something changed suddenly, and she straightened up, larger ears sticking right up with the rest of her cranium trained on him.



"Jazper?" She asked again. When no response was gathered, she decided against better ideas, to act. Coiling her new Secui muscles under her, she found herself leaping on the same bed, littered with animal pelts. A very faint creak was the only thing that gave her away, until she nosed him lightly on the upper arm. "Jazper, it's me. It's Ghita, Jaz."



When he finally looked up, his yellow orbs would find her sitting barely a foot away from him. The brown and silver menagerie of colours splashed on her pelt which had grown massively 'over night.' Where as before her figure was slender and smaller than Jazper ever had been even as a young teenage- wolf, now the Italian fae looked as if she had been stretched and molded, like silly putty, and weight had been put in all the weirdest places. Her mane was something she was growing prouder and prouder of the longer she stayed in this form; Starting just behind her ears like a reverse beard, it rippled down a quarter of the way down her (now massive & wide) back, wrapping around her first few ribs before carrying on down her chest.



It wasn't just her 'mane' that had thickened - her whole pelt had as well, just less so than her mane. Pondering back briefly to her days as a nomad, she now regretted more than ever how long it took her to learn how to shift. Many a cold night could've been prevented in this form - and she imagined more distance could've been covered as well. Unsure of how cold winters got here in Crimson Dreams, she'd have to wait and see just how her new form could be used. Much to her content, her piercings were just as comfortable as they had been in her Lupus form; Those parts of her either didn't change much, apparently, or the rings were large enough to tolerate the difference.



Even in Italy she had never been comfortable under a roof. The rest of her family seemed more at ease than she was, once again making her the black sheep of the lot. Even so, she wasn't fully opposed to becoming used to living like this. Staring around Jazper's room while she waited for the temporary insanity to fall, she grew more and more fond of it as time went on. Those who walked around in Optime form back in Italy had worn clothes, so that was what she thought was natural. Now realizing that her Optime form had paws more like hands than anything, the prospect excited her to use those for weaponmaking.



Not that she was violent or anything like that. She had made weapons from time to time, even as a Lupus. Using vice grips and other leftover tools she was fully able to make weapons. However crude, they still managed to get the job done. Sitting here now, an idea gripped her violently, lighting excitement in her heart. Jazper would be the first to see her as Optime - the first time she'd try to shift would be today.

WC:300+

The flirting words barely reached him as he sat up. Did she think he was handsome? Apparently her dream self did. She had looked so good in his dream he wished he could just fall back asleep, back to his fairy tale world. He silently wondered how long he had been asleep, naive to the world. He remembered coming back to his room to relax in the early afternoon but just he blackness and the dream stuck in his memory after that point. Sighing he rubbed his eyes, sleep clinging to the corner of his golden eyes from the afternoon nap. Maybe he was getting old. After all only pups and old folks slept the day away. However, that simply could not be the considering Ghita had called him handsome. She was a beautiful wolfess to say the least and she wouldn't call have complimented him if she didn't mean it, right?




Sighing he blinked only to stare dumbfounded at the sight before him. Was he still dreaming? Her voice rang in his ears, just as sweet as it had before. He must still be asleep. Ghita would never show up in his room like this. Yet, here she was as real as ever. "Ghita?"He questioned. Looking closer he relaxed, now he knew he was dreaming. This timber wolf was larger then the Marino girl, shifted into the halfling form he often spent time hunting in. His Ghita didn't know how to shift, they hadn't managed to shift the other day. Blinking a few time he simply smiled. Yes, this was still a dream, or a very cleaver imposture. He reached his hand out to her and lightly touched her mane only to feel shock run through his body. He never was able to feel like this in a dream, or in such detail. Quickly pulling away he looked at her his mouth opening and closing, a few mumbled and strange sounds leaving his muzzle. "Ghita, it's really you." He whispered.

I decided to be evil and reply quickly. >D

AND OMG I HAVE THE NAME. Principessa. (Prin-chuh-pay-sah) Italian for Princess. Wc: 500+



It took long enough for him to get up, at least in Ghita's view. Her attention span wasn't great to start with, and with a lack of motivation to keep her here, she was beginning to consider getting up and leaving completely. But when a large, ebony body caused the bed to shiver and dive beneath her, she perked up, scrabbling for balance on the springy ground before meeting Jazper's golden orbs. Distracted by the hands that were rubbing at them, her turquoise optics drank in every detail, greedily wanting them for her own. (Ooh, double meaning! One Optime hands, one Jaz! =O )



He didn't recognize her at first - that was understandable in every sense of the word. After all, he had last seen her in her failed attempts at shifting, and now here she was, a 'pro', undistinguishable from any other Crimson Dreams shifter. "Si, it's me." Her voice was the same as always; a comfort to her in a new body. Leaning more heavily on her forearms, she nodded briefly, letting her mane whip around her shoulders. Delighted by this in a way a newborn pup would be, the Italian fae shook it again, the fur fluffing up a considerable amount before it settled down again.



His large hand grazed her mane, sending a shockwave in both directions. For Ghita, it flew through her spine and landed at the base of her stomach, fluttering past her heart and causing butterflies to spark a small flurry of excitement. Her pupils contracted slightly, her whole body tensed at the contact. It wasn't an unpleasant tense however - rather one that was used when every second counted, and she didn't want to lose a moment.



All too quickly he moved away, and Ghita could relax again, although she preferred the contact any day. It was almost worth it though, just to see Jazper's reaction to her new form. A devilish smile played on her ebony lips, eyes narrowing in playful appreciation, waiting until he spoke before she would explain herself. "Si, I finally did it. I found out how shift." Forgetting a word here didn't matter anymore - the meaning was clear enough to her and her companion. And I have you to thank."



A tender moment dangled in front of the pair, the silence stretching endlessly in front of them before Ghita couldn't take it any more. Replacing the words with a lighter idea, she shook herself subtly again, before lending her voice to the air. "So, what you think? How I look?" She was teasing him, and she knew it; Comfortable here, she waited for the anticipated answer to her question, playfully launched towards him at full speed.



She had learned how to shift, at least into her Secui form. Her Optime still remained an unattainable goal, it seemed. One that danced on the horizon just out of reach, like the fish barely far enough to make you leap into the waters. Tilting her now broader cranium, she felt her mane slide across the rest of her fur and dangle towards the pelts, before studying every part of Jazper's appearance. In his Optime form, he was the best reference she had to learn how to reach this form; and she planned to get everything out of it - as much she could.

WC:300+


There was no more doubt that this was indeed Ghita Marino. The turquoise orbs looking up at her as she talked away, the silver tipped hair the lined her body. More noticeably the piercings the lined her ear and pinched her bottom lip. Her words where lost of deaf ears as he stared at her in awe. Smile only able to grow slightly more as she wiped the thick layer of fur around. He never paid much mind to his own mane in Secui form, everyone had one. Its only purpose was to make him look bigger and to protect his throat, not that his size would protect him enough as it was. No one seemed to be going around deliberately picking fights against the giants of his world. He couldn't see anyone picking a fight with Ghita either, not a male at the least. She was so full of natural energy, much like a pup. Every emotion she had was so vibrant.


She shook her mane once more and he couldn't help but feel his heart skip that vital beat once again as she asked him how she looked. Instinctively he opened his mouth, the answer already had been swirling around in his brain since he fell asleep last night, since before she had shifted. However, he restrained himself from bursting out into the many words he would have used to describe her: beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, amazing, perfect, heart stopping, angel like. “Bello.” He said simply with a smirk.


Since their walk on the beach the warrior had decided learning a small amount of Italian would be beneficial to his relationship with Ghita. He had managed to find a dozen or so books on the Italian language and learning to speak it but he was struggling to learn the language. Now it appeared Ghita had a good hold on English and he may not need to have learned the basics at all. The giant walked over to a cabinet only to take one of many glass bottles out and sit on his bed. “Molto Bello.” He complimented as he took off the cap and took a drink. The alcohol stung his throat but he still smiled on, he just needed a drink to calm his heart, which was now beating a million miles a minute.

Long overdue, but. >P Wc: 1000+



He seemed to finally fall out of his dream state, landing none to heavily onto reality. If Ghita had known of his dreams, perhaps she might have become a little apprehensive at approaching him now, but the joy of finally shifting had caught up with her, and her optics gleamed with the excitement. She was getting better all the time, limbs melting and shifting into the proper shape faster than they had before. However, if the need was pressing, it would be a while before the shift had fully been completed.



She noticed his smile, the one that lured her in and trapped her in a world that was only vaguely familiar. The emotions were similar, leftover remnants from her past affair with her old mate. However, the surroundings in which she traveled could not have varied more - she never knew what would strike her most. At this moment, it would have to be the almost goofy smile lining his lips that drew her in, and almost stopped her in her tracks, melting her down to her knees.



Ghita's question about how she looked was strictly to throw fuel onto the fire. Or so she kept telling herself. She would never admit to wanting confirmation from him, to know just how he felt about her, at least on a superficial level. Turquoise optics cloaked the nerves behind a questioning glance, one laden with mischief abound.



If Ghita had been any bit childish in her behavior, which she could be at times, she would've gasped in surprise and squealed in delight. But the Italian that slipped off of his tongue meant more to her than she could say, sending her weak in the knees. A gentle smiling playing at the ends of her lips, she felt her innards quivering with anticipation for something she could not voice. Words of excitement barely contained themselves inside her cranium, teeth almost ground to a powder to keep them behind the safety of the words unsaid.



He had learnt Italian for her. Or a little vocabulary, at the very least. It meant more to her than she could voice, and she had to smile, a different one than her slightly crazed grin before. This one held an air of flattery to it, and her eyes softened with emotion. Backed into a corner of emotions she did not want to show, she lowered her haunches onto the mattress, feeling the furs mesh with her own silver-tipped hairs.



Movement caused an unnatural swell of emotion in her, one that sent her heart throbbing and head spinning. Silently she watched him move, admiring the ripple and flow of muscles underneath his skin. Appreciative eyes drank in his appearance, watching him with wonder and a feeling that she was intruding simply by being there. Suddenly she felt awkward in her current form; bulky, weighty, compared to the graceful creature opposite her. Without speaking a word, she closed her eyes, focusing on the humanized form inside her mind.



At first, no obvious change was made. But it quickly became apparent as her torso lengthened that vital organs had traded places, replicating the system she would need to survive in this form. In what should have been a painful fashion, bones cracked and rearranged themselves at a snail's pace, hind legs narrowing and stretching as they traveled down her stomach. Exposing a silver-tipped dusty body, forelegs gained newly shaped shoulders, shaping as they moved across her back. Her spine cracked and grew like an albino snake cloaked beneath the cover of fur as her back bent, giving all observers a plain view at the change in her back. Her cranium settled into it's new position, changing as was required by it to perform.



Fingers were the last to develop, toes crackling like popcorn as they went, one by one, gaining knuckles and movement as they went. Final touches arranged themselves accordingly, the last shavings scraped off of the sculpture that was sheer Ghita. But not Ghita as anyone had seen before - not even the fae herself. Her eyes had closed during the transformation in order to keep the morphing on track, but suddenly the feeling crept in, and she knew that she was done. Cautiously, tentatively, she regarded her new body, realizing that it wasn't all that much smaller than Jazper's, but certainly moulded from the same.



The mane she had been gloating about moments before now became hair, silky and straight as it tumbled down her back. Ivory fingers reached out to reassure herself that the piercings had not been lost in the shift, and sure enough, they had remained. She couldn't resist flashing her ivories, missing the compliment the ebony masculine had delivered during her shift. All she could register was the new smell in the room.




Perhaps she was high from the change she had just undergone. Or maybe she had decided to throw caution to the wind when she made the mental decision regarding the drink. All she knew was that perhaps, she wouldn't mind it too much if the night wouldn't end here. The Italian fae was still unsure of just what she felt with Jazper, but it seemed that there was enough evidence to take that he felt just as confused as she did, perhaps he could be even more so.



Mischief taking the wheel where nerves couldn't, she rose to her hind paws, moving gracefully as if she had been born in this form. Dancing across the floor, she left the bed and approached the male, fingers clasping around the bottle he held. Slowly leading the bottle away from his mouth, she lowered her own lips and left a faint touch on them of her own, lingering for perhaps a moment longer than she should have. Devilishly using his distraction as a way to seize the alcohol, she tried wrestling the bottle out of his hands, springing towards the middle of the room, waving the bottle as she drank, just daring Jazper to claim it again.

WC:300+

The drink felt good to him, helped him relax. The clear liquid was strong he knew, but it would have to be to get him to calm down from this. Already he was starting to feel a little happier, a little more bold, as the alcohol stung his throat. Her reaction to his Italian words made him smile back, the same soft feeling in his eyes matching her turquoise orbs. She did not know how that simple smile made him swoon over her, nor did he for that matter. He wasn't quite sure how he was feeling about this new girl, about Savina's sister. He could never lay a finger on her, could he? His thoughts stopped instantly, eyes growing wide as Ghita's figure lengthened. Was she really doing what he thought she was? And indeed she was. Her body grew curves, became more humanized until he got the full naked view of her. His heart nearly stopped as he stared. God she was gorgeous.


As she walked towards him he stopped breathing. Her figure swayed in such a way that he was unsure what to do, thus decided to stay very still. Her dainty hands wrapped around the bottle and he watched her curiously. Finally, she lowered he lips to his and just before they touched he gasped, only to be silenced by her lips on his. It didn't last very long, just long enough for Jazper to get the taste of her and for the new found Ghita do run off with his drink. She teased him from the middle of the room, waving the drink in the air as she gulped it down. His body grew hot as he watched her, his own golden orbs become filled with Mischief. If she was going to play dirty why couldn't he? As quickly as she had stolen his alcohol he had he her pinned down on the ground. A large muscular arm holding her upper body an inch from the ground and mere centimeters away form his own torso. A deep rumble grew in his gut as he spoke, “I believe you took something of mine.”

I'm cheating and going out of order... I want at least 3/5 posts done and this makes 3 so... X3 *maximizing Ghita muse* Wc: 500+



Her new Optime form was quite the change, a completely different feel than the skin she slipped into while on four legs. But two seemed solid beneath her - as if this was a natural thing to do. Slipping into her skin was like slipping into a bed, with the familiar sheets wrapping around weary limbs and enveloping in a warm embrace. What was more was that Ghita enjoyed this form. Had the mood not been so inviting, luring the party into more tempting arms, there was no doubt that the Italian native would have spent eons poring over her newly found body, turquoise optics drinking in all delight.



But this was not the time for that. Nor was it the time for anything that involved rational thinking, or keeping long-held guards up. Tonight was the night that she fell from her restricting grace, tumbling unceremoniously into all-too-willing arms. By now, there was no telling just what was pushing her forward; physical desire as well as courteous uncertainty raged a war largely ignored by the fae. By this time, she was focused on nothing but him.



If one was so inclined for the reasons behind just why Ghita felt so entitled to strut around and lure him in, the rationale simply would not exist. Inhibitions were thrown out with the baby, bathwater, and everything in between until it was just the two of them; Italian foreigner, ebony warrior, and the burning alcohol that fed the fire. Physical sparks flew from their lips as they collided, reluctantly pulling away from the magnetism that obviously prevailed around them. Nerves had long departed, so the alcohol was simply for the ride, to make the night all the more enjoyable.



It was stronger than she expected, but that didn't stop her from pouring it down that much longer than she expected. A now wavering grin became bathed in the drink, the focus strictly on the shining liquid, and watching it tumble as the fae was knocked to the ground. The fall didn't hurt her - she was supported by an arm that had come out of nowhere, but all the same Ghita was underneath, on the cold floor, and she felt the wood through her fur in the way she never had the opportunity to before.



Her smile wavered, not of uncertainty but of the drink, as she stared, mere seconds away from Jazper's face, staring into the golden optics that seemed so large and wonderful above her. Her own eyes were sculpted from glass, shining in the moment brighter than they had ever been seen. Her arms and, now hands she had to remind herself, had found themselves pinned on her stomach, trapped between ebony and silver, before they moved, breaking down part of the barrier that held them apart. A moment hung in the air, just barely long enough for her to decide not what to do, not how to do it, not how far to take it, but a moment of decision all the same, before her ivory fingers found themselves weaving through the handsomely chiseled cranium. "Did I?" She purred, fingers tracing their dance before resting gently. "Well, I do apologize. Perhaps I can make it up to you..." Her tone became a whisper as the distance shortened, her eyes never blinking, watching him and taking her cues.



Aaaaandd.... fade to black! =DDD & end