01-04-2012, 02:11 PM
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The shame! Oh how the shame came down upon her thick and strong. Gemma's ears were pinned so far down she could almost use them as a scarf, how unthinkably stupid of her to leave the gate open, and even more ridiculous to enter the domain of the rams. What had she been thinking? She hadn't been thinking at all! She had to leave, now, at once! But what would she take with her? She had nothing useful really to take. Her knife and bag had been long lost, left in Anathema in the rush to escape the clutches of Giuseppe and Alaki before it was too late and they were ripped apart again. So she set off alone, with no provisions, no weapon, no coat or clothing, nothing useful to survival of any kind. Completely alone and unaided... sometimes even life itself wondered exactly how Gemma had survived as long as she had when her fits of dumb blonde thinking came along. She left her house empty, not even thinking of Matteo or Camilla only the desire to get away, and looked back at it one last time with longing before turning and heading out of the village quickly. Hopefully while the AniWayans were rounding up the sheep she could slip away unnoticed.
The woman was holding back upset tears as she jogged away from what she hoped would turn out to be her permanent home, there she had felt safe for the first time in years. She had felt protected even if she hadn't really spoken to anyone yet, there was a feel in the air, the feel of family and brother-ship. Along the fence the scurried until she reached an opening, there was no hope of her managing to climb the barbwire topped fence, not without brutally hanging herself on it that is. Once she was outside of the pack's perimeter Gemma stopped and spent a few tense, scared minutes shifting into her secui form. Her coyote genes were prominent in this form as she was a lot small than the average wolf, her ears were more elongated than in optime and her nose more like a fox's. She could most faster in this form. She began to run, entering into Serena Reserve without stopping or slowing down, her white paws swallowed the ground as harsh pants came from her maw, she was not the most athletic or healthy of people being on the thin side with only the curves at her hips and chest containing any fat, the rest of her was skinny, some would even say twig like, Matteo's attempts to bulk her up though had done her some good, at least her bones were no longer visible underneath her skin.
She could only keep up her quick pace for at the most fifteen minutes whereas a healthier larger canine could have kept going for hours and hours. Eventually she had to slow down and instead trotted along whilst trying to catch her breath back, her hides heaving wildly.
The shame! Oh how the shame came down upon her thick and strong. Gemma's ears were pinned so far down she could almost use them as a scarf, how unthinkably stupid of her to leave the gate open, and even more ridiculous to enter the domain of the rams. What had she been thinking? She hadn't been thinking at all! She had to leave, now, at once! But what would she take with her? She had nothing useful really to take. Her knife and bag had been long lost, left in Anathema in the rush to escape the clutches of Giuseppe and Alaki before it was too late and they were ripped apart again. So she set off alone, with no provisions, no weapon, no coat or clothing, nothing useful to survival of any kind. Completely alone and unaided... sometimes even life itself wondered exactly how Gemma had survived as long as she had when her fits of dumb blonde thinking came along. She left her house empty, not even thinking of Matteo or Camilla only the desire to get away, and looked back at it one last time with longing before turning and heading out of the village quickly. Hopefully while the AniWayans were rounding up the sheep she could slip away unnoticed.
The woman was holding back upset tears as she jogged away from what she hoped would turn out to be her permanent home, there she had felt safe for the first time in years. She had felt protected even if she hadn't really spoken to anyone yet, there was a feel in the air, the feel of family and brother-ship. Along the fence the scurried until she reached an opening, there was no hope of her managing to climb the barbwire topped fence, not without brutally hanging herself on it that is. Once she was outside of the pack's perimeter Gemma stopped and spent a few tense, scared minutes shifting into her secui form. Her coyote genes were prominent in this form as she was a lot small than the average wolf, her ears were more elongated than in optime and her nose more like a fox's. She could most faster in this form. She began to run, entering into Serena Reserve without stopping or slowing down, her white paws swallowed the ground as harsh pants came from her maw, she was not the most athletic or healthy of people being on the thin side with only the curves at her hips and chest containing any fat, the rest of her was skinny, some would even say twig like, Matteo's attempts to bulk her up though had done her some good, at least her bones were no longer visible underneath her skin.
She could only keep up her quick pace for at the most fifteen minutes whereas a healthier larger canine could have kept going for hours and hours. Eventually she had to slow down and instead trotted along whilst trying to catch her breath back, her hides heaving wildly.