An Old Man's Quest: Part 2

Ghita Marino · 08-27-2010, 12:01 PM

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Sorry, this post is mostly me rambleramblerambling. ><
Wc: 773

"Etiam sit amet lacus sem, vitae dignissim massa."

The venture back into her accident had put a damper on Ghita's good mood, which was regrettable, considering the company she was in. She could imagine that even as she told the story, the ending was obvious, the words stamped onto her knee for all to read, if they could. Marcus had guessed her injury, and had been able to guess based on experience, being 'literate' in this area, if you will. But it mattered little, really - most of Crimson Dreams, if not all, had heard about Old Red's collapse and her injuries. Even the Aniwayans would know, perhaps, simply because of their healer and his role in Ghita's survival.

Her secret had flown from simple word of mouth. Looking back towards Marcus, she nodded solemnly, before beginning to speak again. "We're all lucky - we could've easily lost Cambria, Mati, and whoever went in to rescue them, whether it was my own brother, Kansas, Jazper, Anu... It could've been much worse." Shifting the focus of the canine's words away from her, it didn't make what Ghita said any less true. It was dangerous for anyone and everyone to enter the barn during it's collapse, but it didn't stop the braver and more headstrong of Crimson Dreams. Perhaps if they were a few seconds slower, or the wind a bit stronger, Ghita wouldn't be here to tell the story, along with some of her packmates.

Unable to help it, her ears twitched, and even dipped a little at his next words, barely recovering itself to make a full circle of her cranium. Dawali had never actually given her a set time to expect her healing to end, and now she guessed that this was the reason why. Her ribs that had cracked had long since healed nicely, but her knee still gave pain as frequently as she breathed, and searing pain took over when she tried to support her weight. In her heart, she knew that this was a very real possibility, but had held off truly believing it until now. To her, Marcus seemed infinitely wise, and if he were to offer this tidbit of insight, then perhaps he was right.

With the next words Marcus said, a small, saddened smile painted her ebony lips, almost as if a veil had fallen between them, not a fault of the canine's at all. However, when he mentioned defending himself, she indulged a small laugh, letting the tension dissipate between her shoulder blades, and her mind opened to the possibility of embracing her cane.

The only problem was, she believed she was weak. For a long time, she had been prideful of her physical prowess as a huntress, and that was unlikely to change. Even on three legs alone, she was a fast runner, and could knock an elk down with a well-placed bite to the throat. However, she lost some speed, lost some strength, as could be expected with such a grave injury. Maybe she wasn't a brilliant, shining star huntress any more, but perhaps she could still be golden?

Suddenly, an idea struck her, one that held the tentative giddiness of a faraway prospect that just barely held the spark of possibility. "You know how to wield your cane as a staff, then?" She asked, thinking back on her conversations with Jazper. While she hunted, he could fight, and defend Crimson Dreams' borders effectively, but he expressed some concern at her inability to fight. Like any wolf, if she was caught in a Lupus-to-Lupus or Secui-to-Secui battle, she could hold her own easily.

It was Optime that gave her worry. The truth was, she could shift into any form easily, but if her opponent, a hostile stranger, travelled quickly to the bipedal form, she was, essentially, done for. Hunting with Nayati had opened her eyes to the prospect - him using a bow and arrow in their hunt. And now that Marcus mentioned wolves with guns and swords commonplace, she had to wonder how much the times had changed. "Perhaps... you could teach me too?" Ghita was a mother now, and a valued member of not only her pack, but her family. If she fell in a battle, her children would be without a mother, and the fae could simply not leave her children in such despair. It was one thing to recklessly run under a collapsing barn, knowing one could die and going forward anyways in the name of love. It was another thing entirely to be ignorant, and to choose to not learn how to defend one's self in hopes that she would never come to blows with another wolf.

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