08-16-2009, 06:14 PM
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Wc: 300+
Content as she was to watch the tide drift lazily towards her and then flee back, giggling white foam teasing her light-heartedly, Ghita's design was now growing to several Luperci lengths, twirling across the fine sand and beyond, the sand warily watching the oncoming tide. Both distance and ignorance paid Ghita to not notice the figure striding through the water, although her own paws were becoming soaked with the salty tears. From her 'thumb' claws down, her ankles were soaked, which gave the illusion of badly fitted socks, dark fur plastered against her legs.
It wasn't until Jazper was much closer that Ghita heard the unnatural splashing behind her. Turning her head, turquoise pools searched for the disturbance, almost instantly resting on the large ebony figure approaching. His voice gave reason for her to jump slightly; She knew of the Luperci form simply from seeing it from afar, but as the gift of shifting was lost on her, Ghita constantly felt in awe of the different forms. She had grown used to memorizing vocal tones and fur patterns simply to distinguish who was who, and although she had never seen him in this form, the pelt and voice told her this was Jazper.
"Jazper?" She asked, silver-tipped ears flicking uncertainly towards him. Something seemed to trouble him, and Ghita's shorter tail dropped in mild dread, before a finger - so foreign to her! - was held out in a gesture universally known as one that asked the other to wait. His words confused her, but she nodded, lowering her haunches some distance from her design, tongue hanging out in an effort to dispel heat. He left her more confused than she felt amongst a pack meeting littered with English, and his actions a fair distance away confused her even more.
Kindly averting her eyes, she turned the turquoises to her design, which was rapidly being ruined both by the approaching tide an the social pleasantries that the pair danced around. It took a few moments, those that seemed to wipe away Jazper's first entry, before she saw him again, noticed his stare into the depths. "Si, I know Jazper. Voice, and fur." She smiled, beautiful in the light and the setting with the ocean as their backdrop. She couldn't have known how much it meant, Jazper shifting for her, but she was eased, reassured by it, and quite grateful. "We almost same - you still big." She said, hating her hindered English, but loving the ability to communicate with her pack, however limited.
Wc: 300+
Content as she was to watch the tide drift lazily towards her and then flee back, giggling white foam teasing her light-heartedly, Ghita's design was now growing to several Luperci lengths, twirling across the fine sand and beyond, the sand warily watching the oncoming tide. Both distance and ignorance paid Ghita to not notice the figure striding through the water, although her own paws were becoming soaked with the salty tears. From her 'thumb' claws down, her ankles were soaked, which gave the illusion of badly fitted socks, dark fur plastered against her legs.
It wasn't until Jazper was much closer that Ghita heard the unnatural splashing behind her. Turning her head, turquoise pools searched for the disturbance, almost instantly resting on the large ebony figure approaching. His voice gave reason for her to jump slightly; She knew of the Luperci form simply from seeing it from afar, but as the gift of shifting was lost on her, Ghita constantly felt in awe of the different forms. She had grown used to memorizing vocal tones and fur patterns simply to distinguish who was who, and although she had never seen him in this form, the pelt and voice told her this was Jazper.
"Jazper?" She asked, silver-tipped ears flicking uncertainly towards him. Something seemed to trouble him, and Ghita's shorter tail dropped in mild dread, before a finger - so foreign to her! - was held out in a gesture universally known as one that asked the other to wait. His words confused her, but she nodded, lowering her haunches some distance from her design, tongue hanging out in an effort to dispel heat. He left her more confused than she felt amongst a pack meeting littered with English, and his actions a fair distance away confused her even more.
Kindly averting her eyes, she turned the turquoises to her design, which was rapidly being ruined both by the approaching tide an the social pleasantries that the pair danced around. It took a few moments, those that seemed to wipe away Jazper's first entry, before she saw him again, noticed his stare into the depths. "Si, I know Jazper. Voice, and fur." She smiled, beautiful in the light and the setting with the ocean as their backdrop. She couldn't have known how much it meant, Jazper shifting for her, but she was eased, reassured by it, and quite grateful. "We almost same - you still big." She said, hating her hindered English, but loving the ability to communicate with her pack, however limited.