04-08-2010, 05:38 PM
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I CAN HAZ RESCUE? (no... I can haz fail though!) XP I'll have her pancake-ified next post. :3 Wc: 812+~ The huntress had risen early as well, earlier than her niece, like a shadow in the night. Ebony still painted the sky as she rose, turquoise eyes flashing as the sun extended the first tendrils into the sky. With the day brought clouds, as the fae was soon to discover, that were unkind to the morning hunt. Scowling, the hunt had begun as soon as the dark charcoal turned into a muted slate, giving her enough light to work with. Winds drew long fingers through her fur, ruffling the dust-coloured hairs in all directions. Racing with what seemed like the Gods at her heels, Ghita had managed to snag two rabbits in the morning, and one squirrel that she now carried proudly in her crimson-stained maw. The chase; the hunt had quickly become a favorite sport of the fae, both a vessel for the extra energy she carried and a way for her mind to be entertained at all ends - no two hunts were alike. So with the three prizes hanging from her jowls, the proud fae passed the skip caves just as her niece was leaving the manor, the older fae pausing to look into their depths. Humming a thought through her mind, she entered one of the smaller ones, ebony nose exploring as she went. The cave wasn't that large, a few wolf-lengths across and two wide, but it was cozy enough for the fae. Dropping her prizes behind a large rock that marked the place, Ghita swept a large tongue around her muzzle, wiping away the blood of her prey that had leaked onto her. Her Lupus frame lay beside her catches, paws elongated so they were just touching them, as the fae watched the sun rise from the cave opening. Taking that as the signal to move again, Ghita rose to her paws, setting off towards Old Red. White toes danced at the end of darker legs, avoiding the puddles the best she could with her nose glued to the ground. Her luck had been better further away from the Barn.. perhaps she should turn around? But then she heard the frantic howl from Mati. She only met the girl a few times, at pack meetings and the like, but she couldn't mistake this howl for anything other than an emergency. Setting her paws in motion, the woman began running as if the hellhounds were behind her now, having scared away the Gods that had blessed her hunt. As Old Red loomed into sight, visions of her last encounter with the building flew through her mind; Happier ones where she leapt off of platforms into the welcoming hay with her ivory niece, Amata. It became clear that this was the source of the panicked howl, as fear-scents quickly registered themselves with the huntress's nose. As she charged the last few metres to the barn, her turquoised optics registered one body, but two scents - one of them belonging to her auburn niece. The flames that burnt in her eyes weren't for Mati and Cambria, or what their encounter might have meant to each other, but for the fact that her own niece was within the obviously failing barn. Even from the outside one could tell that it was on it's last legs, crimson paint worn and peeling, the winds beating the sides of the building with harsh, unfeeling fists. "Cambria, my niece. She's in there." More of a statement than a question, the Italian fae locked eyes with the purple-gazed fae with such intensity that could seem to sear through souls. A mother's love was always the strongest, and as a mother herself Ghita was exposed to that. And her niece whom she had known for longer, who she had taken into sanctuary when Cambria needed advice the most... Heart thudding with fear, the scent rolled off of her back, the adult taking charge in a manner more fitting of her sister. "Stay out here - stay clear of the barn. Call for others - many. I'll need help." The aunt didn't know how far Cambria was inside the building, or how badly hurt she was, but the more help she could glean, the better. Charging in without another second to waste, Cambria's scent became more obvious to her, the emotion of fear clinging to it. Ghita's eyes began to sting with the dust that was raised, the frantic aunt pacing further into the structure. "Cambria?! Where are you?!" With hysteria came a heavy layer of an Italian accent, her ears pointing low to the ground. Would her niece even be able to reply to her? Running beneath one of the many platforms, Ghita's strength had never been tracking, but adrenalin seemed to be providing an extra hand tonight as she ran further into the building, following her niece's scent until her lungs stopped taking in air. |