this summer's going to the dogs.

Ghita Marino · 06-23-2011, 12:16 AM

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What's a hunt without a Ghita? <3 Bad post. Sorry.

Ghita was a woman of pleasure, a woman who loved activity and hated to sit around for too long. Of course, that was what she was stuck doing in the moment; Sophia had gone missing once again and she waited dutifully for the red-and-white woman to return for a strict scolding. It was redundant to tell her each time how she worried for the Marino's safety — it hadn't stopped Sophie thus far, and she doubted it would stop her in the future. True to everyone's words, her daughter had her mother's wild heart.

Hours passed in common room of the manor, pacing and sitting and pacing again or simply staring out the window. It didn't take long for Ghita to grow bored; she needed fresh air lest the waiting drive her insane. The mottled-cinnamon woman found her way to the porch, blue eyes gazing into the distance with fake hope. She knew Sophia wasn't going to return while she waited.

Perhaps it was luck that the call of a semi-familiar creature reached the ears of the Marino woman; Barrett, handsome young man that he was, had found something. Apparently he wasn't all good looks and mind-altering substances. With a sigh at giving up her wait for her daughter, Ghita gave in to the idea of taking her mind off of it. Her body twisted, shifting from athletic Optime to a four-legged Lupus huntress — since rescuing Cambria, shifting her body had been a tiresome and tedious thing — before dashing across the land. Her scarred leg gave the woman a distinguished limp, even at faster speeds.

Her turquoise gaze caught the mocha-coat of the young man before she was in distance to call to him; as she approached, her head turned about to see not only who else had called, but what exactly was called about.

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