An Old Man's Quest: Part 2

Ghita Marino · 08-29-2010, 01:18 PM

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XD Zorro seems perfect! But heh... I guess I got a little bit carried away.. ^^;
Wc: 1060

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

Not only because he had alluded to as much, but Ghita could that the Musketeer had been through a lot. Recognizing these traits in someone else could, at times, make it much easier for the fae herself to notice the little things she did, which hinted at her own past. Old Red could be seen as the least of her worries, if her leg wasn't so permanently damaged. She didn't hint to Marcus, and never intended to, about her father's neglect. She didn't say anything about her former mate's betrayal, or her first miscarriage. Just because she had a healthy litter now didn't mean she wasn't scarred in the past.

And she didn't say anything about her descent into drugs, however temporary, or however desperate she had become to deal with her loss. She had been left alone in her country, among strange nomads who she'd later claim as brethren - after the loss of her mother, mate, litter, and her siblings. Savina and Ehno hadn't been dead to her, but they had both crossed the ocean sooner than Ghita herself had. In essence, she had to recreate her life in a land all too familiar to her - vastly different from the life she had regained in Canada.

When she had joined her siblings in Crimson Dreams the first time, and then the second time, she did have to make new friends in this strange pack, but she wasn't alone. Ghita had her siblings, their children and support, like she'd never had in Italy. It was a rebirth of sorts, like a phoenix rising out of Italian ashes and into Canadian skies. But with everything considered, she had killed, yes, but only prey - never another wolf like herself. She hadn't attacked her father like Savina had, but she had known what it was to hate. And sometimes, hate was all you needed.

Almost immediately, she regretted her question, her request to Marcus, fearing she had said something wrong. Biting her lip, which still bore the piercings of her nomadic family, she paused, waiting with baited breath and regret shown in her folded ears. Her companion wasn't moving, surely transported back to another time and place completely. She knew the feeling, and didn't want to interrupt whatever important process he was going through. Patience was a virtue that came with her experience, her age. She wasn't the bearer of the youth her nieces, nephews, and children had - and to some extent, she couldn't begin to grasp their wisdom. Looking up at the canine who could run laps around her with age, she blinked steadily, letting her ears regain their posture with the flickering of hope, hope that the day and their conversation wasn't lost.

She knew the uses of canes as he rattled them off. The one Ghita had been using had been used as plenty of those, especially in her restrictive healing process. And perhaps she could use it as a club if need be, in defense of her children and her own self. But she was unskilled, rough around the edges. She wouldn't be able to do much damage, and that's how she saw herself. Ghita could almost imagine that Marcus was studying an extension of himself, which was what canes could sometimes become when people were forced to use them for a long time. They had that in common with each other, although Ghita was on a different end of the spectrum when it came to accepting that.

The Italian lupine wasn't surprised to hear Marcus' plain display of his skills. If half of the tale that Marcus spoke of was true, then she could easily imagine that he would be a good addition to Crimson Dreams' ranks. At this point, it was looking like Marcus could give Jazper, her mate and current Sensei - a run for his money, although Ghita didn't think Marcus would want to, even if he could.

Ghita understood his hesitancy - she truly did. As happy as her life in Crimson Dreams was, that didn't mean that there wasn't a darker and more troublesome life beyond their blue-and-white bubble. Dahlia de Mai and Inferni had just come out of a war, sprung from actions less than honorable. About to speak up as to why she felt she needed to learn, she bit her tongue, holding it until Marcus had finished. Although she thoroughly disagreed with the idea that her injury could ever become something more than a hinderance, the lupine let her friend finish speaking, knowing his ideas, by now, were certainly worth listening to.

So apparently he knew why. Not about to say anything more until he ran his course, Ghita felt a stirring of something beneath her skin. The fae wasn't sure whether or not Marcus had children, or even a mate, but surely he would understand her need to protect her children, and herself for the sake of her children. But of course, that brought up a whole other slew of questions she wasn't about to voice. For a canine as popular and skilled as the Musketeer was, why that didn't extend to romance seemed a little too far-fetched for Ghita to expect.

But then, where was she - or he - if Marcus had made the journey all the way to Canada alone? Perhaps there was a skeleton in the closet to attest for this absence. But nevertheless, it was a question to ask once the pair became better acquainted - just because they had shared battle scars so early on didn't necessarily mean that it was either of their styles, of within their comfort zones.

She knew it would take patience, and pain. She had enough of that to spare twice over, or so she felt. Once Ghita's determined personality sparked behind her ocean-like eyes, there wasn't much that could easily stop her. However, Marcus' comment shook her spine, creating a shiver to run down the bony projection. "I assure you, I will never praise the day that Old Red collapsed. Not for a self-serving pitying reason, but for the sole reason that it endangered Cambi. We've been through enough without that." As she spoke these words, her tone grew slightly bitter, but it was her eyes that sparkled with the angry determination that would bring her through the training. "But I'm ready to learn."

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