07-31-2009, 01:48 PM
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[ooc: thanks! ^^]
Ebony pawsteps drew her gaze away from her littermate to regard the newcomer with slight apprehension. His build was bigger than hers was, and he seemed quite familiar with his pack leader (to Ghita's unfounded surprise). A yellow tattoo blossomed over one of his eyes, reminding the signora painfully of the nomads she had left, who were quite interested in leather works & piercings, as her modest five had to show. Jazper almost seemed... unworldly to her, as the Italian luperci had never mastered the art of shifting. Where her legs grew small and thin, his were large and bulky, rippling with obvious muscle. And the most obvious difference was the mane that he sported, giving Ghita the impression of a lion-wolf hybrid on first glance.
Lost in absorbing Jazper's appearance, she had quite rudely been staring at him, ignoring the speech that had floated around her in the meantime. She caught a sentence in an unintelligible tongue, but left it, returning her gaze to Savina, before a greeting announced itself. "Eh? Savina, ciò che è dice?" Her english had never been very good, and now the weakness presented itself where Ghita had forgotten about it before. "Jaz... Jazpèr?" Her attempt at pronouncing what she took as a name was heavily laden with Italian, almost unrecognizable at first. "Jazpér Ree... Ree-knight?" Behind her flawed language, her mind was struggling, pulling a heavy burden behind her, trying to make sense of the name. It dragged over syllables, compared to the Italian names which gently leapt over boundaries, and the foreign name made no sense, leaving a bitter taste of unfamiliarity in her mouth. Grimacing to herself, she imagined that this would only be one of the many names she'd have trouble with. "Ciao, sono Ghita Marino. Savina's ... sorella." At the pause, it suddenly occured to her that some of the members of Crimson Dreams she knew, and those who didn't probably wouldn't take too kindly to her darting out again and again. "Me, Ghita. And Savina. Marino, two." Stringing together the limited language she had, she tried English now, communicating with all effort her relation to the pack leader.
News of her kin brightened Ghita, and kept her mind off of her attempts at English. At the pause, Ghita grew more serious, optics flashing with concern. She stood up, mothering instincts clicking in where she least wanted them to, at the blossoming concern as to the incident. "Il comandante ... droga? Perché ... è lei ...? Savina ... E 'bene fare, ora?" Shock replaced logical thought processes, at just how much of their lives she had missed. Ghita wasn't pretending to be innocent, a perfect role model come flying in to shape her kin into bright, successful wolves, but something flickered inside that made her want, no, need to help the pups, and her sister too. "E Kansas? Sorella..." There was nothing that could have prepared her for the onslaught of her sister's problems. It was almost as if Ghita had expected Savina to be living a happy, peaceful life away from strife, far away from the truth as her homeland was.
There was a pause, no doubt, in between the shock and the settling that made Ghita respond the way she did, perhaps in a way that she hadn't considered herself wanting to. But, she had danced around the topic long enough. Her tone low and almost to a whisper, the words spun out of her mouth, and Ghita could even see the collar around her neck forming. "Sì, finché posso."
[wc: 500+]
[ooc: thanks! ^^]
Ebony pawsteps drew her gaze away from her littermate to regard the newcomer with slight apprehension. His build was bigger than hers was, and he seemed quite familiar with his pack leader (to Ghita's unfounded surprise). A yellow tattoo blossomed over one of his eyes, reminding the signora painfully of the nomads she had left, who were quite interested in leather works & piercings, as her modest five had to show. Jazper almost seemed... unworldly to her, as the Italian luperci had never mastered the art of shifting. Where her legs grew small and thin, his were large and bulky, rippling with obvious muscle. And the most obvious difference was the mane that he sported, giving Ghita the impression of a lion-wolf hybrid on first glance.
Lost in absorbing Jazper's appearance, she had quite rudely been staring at him, ignoring the speech that had floated around her in the meantime. She caught a sentence in an unintelligible tongue, but left it, returning her gaze to Savina, before a greeting announced itself. "Eh? Savina, ciò che è dice?" Her english had never been very good, and now the weakness presented itself where Ghita had forgotten about it before. "Jaz... Jazpèr?" Her attempt at pronouncing what she took as a name was heavily laden with Italian, almost unrecognizable at first. "Jazpér Ree... Ree-knight?" Behind her flawed language, her mind was struggling, pulling a heavy burden behind her, trying to make sense of the name. It dragged over syllables, compared to the Italian names which gently leapt over boundaries, and the foreign name made no sense, leaving a bitter taste of unfamiliarity in her mouth. Grimacing to herself, she imagined that this would only be one of the many names she'd have trouble with. "Ciao, sono Ghita Marino. Savina's ... sorella." At the pause, it suddenly occured to her that some of the members of Crimson Dreams she knew, and those who didn't probably wouldn't take too kindly to her darting out again and again. "Me, Ghita. And Savina. Marino, two." Stringing together the limited language she had, she tried English now, communicating with all effort her relation to the pack leader.
News of her kin brightened Ghita, and kept her mind off of her attempts at English. At the pause, Ghita grew more serious, optics flashing with concern. She stood up, mothering instincts clicking in where she least wanted them to, at the blossoming concern as to the incident. "Il comandante ... droga? Perché ... è lei ...? Savina ... E 'bene fare, ora?" Shock replaced logical thought processes, at just how much of their lives she had missed. Ghita wasn't pretending to be innocent, a perfect role model come flying in to shape her kin into bright, successful wolves, but something flickered inside that made her want, no, need to help the pups, and her sister too. "E Kansas? Sorella..." There was nothing that could have prepared her for the onslaught of her sister's problems. It was almost as if Ghita had expected Savina to be living a happy, peaceful life away from strife, far away from the truth as her homeland was.
There was a pause, no doubt, in between the shock and the settling that made Ghita respond the way she did, perhaps in a way that she hadn't considered herself wanting to. But, she had danced around the topic long enough. Her tone low and almost to a whisper, the words spun out of her mouth, and Ghita could even see the collar around her neck forming. "Sì, finché posso."
[wc: 500+]