09-02-2009, 12:15 PM
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Here's the thread for Ghita & Cambria! Set at Silver Showers. WC: 300+
The Italian fae sat with her back to the sun, watching the water cascade over itself to spill into the pools below. The shade of the water nearly matched the hue of her optics, both sparkling close to a turquoise colour. The sun cast a softish glow onto the waters, peeking behind clouds laden with worries of the past. All too well, Ghita Marino could relate to them. Usually the femme was on her feet, constantly on the move, but today was a sharp contrast.
It had only been a few days since her meeting with Jazper, but the effect that he had on her would last for a lifetime. She wasn't exaggerating - He was the one who taught her just how to shift. The art that was hers by birthright had been buried under past mistakes, leaving no time for her to learn at all. She was slow, sure, but the effect of transforming was never lost on her - every time it made her head spin with the prospect.
Perhaps out of sheer habit, she remained in her Lupus form. She had only transformed to Secui twice, and never into Optime, opting to discover just how she would look at another time. It held almost a child's sense of wonder, discovering all three of her appearances. Walking by mirrors or pools of water in her Secui form still shocked her, and explained her reason for resting here today. Equipped with the idea that she would attempt her Optime form today, she quickly lost that intention in favor of watching the water fall.
It relaxed her, here. She was far enough away from the stress of pack life that she could relax, however she still kept her promise to Savina that she would stay in the pack. She was enough of a Gypsy to feel the pull of roaming, and she missed the excitement terribly. But the longer she stayed the more she had pulling her in so many directions - it was a relief to just lie here and enjoy it. The day was overcast, a small breeze nipping between her dust-colored fur, the long pieces ending with silver tips that revealed a darker undercoat when pushed aside. Lowering her belly to the rocks, she lay her head on her crossed forepaws, watching the water fall. She had to ask herself the true question, something that was all too hard to answer. Am I really happy here?
Here's the thread for Ghita & Cambria! Set at Silver Showers. WC: 300+
The Italian fae sat with her back to the sun, watching the water cascade over itself to spill into the pools below. The shade of the water nearly matched the hue of her optics, both sparkling close to a turquoise colour. The sun cast a softish glow onto the waters, peeking behind clouds laden with worries of the past. All too well, Ghita Marino could relate to them. Usually the femme was on her feet, constantly on the move, but today was a sharp contrast.
It had only been a few days since her meeting with Jazper, but the effect that he had on her would last for a lifetime. She wasn't exaggerating - He was the one who taught her just how to shift. The art that was hers by birthright had been buried under past mistakes, leaving no time for her to learn at all. She was slow, sure, but the effect of transforming was never lost on her - every time it made her head spin with the prospect.
Perhaps out of sheer habit, she remained in her Lupus form. She had only transformed to Secui twice, and never into Optime, opting to discover just how she would look at another time. It held almost a child's sense of wonder, discovering all three of her appearances. Walking by mirrors or pools of water in her Secui form still shocked her, and explained her reason for resting here today. Equipped with the idea that she would attempt her Optime form today, she quickly lost that intention in favor of watching the water fall.
It relaxed her, here. She was far enough away from the stress of pack life that she could relax, however she still kept her promise to Savina that she would stay in the pack. She was enough of a Gypsy to feel the pull of roaming, and she missed the excitement terribly. But the longer she stayed the more she had pulling her in so many directions - it was a relief to just lie here and enjoy it. The day was overcast, a small breeze nipping between her dust-colored fur, the long pieces ending with silver tips that revealed a darker undercoat when pushed aside. Lowering her belly to the rocks, she lay her head on her crossed forepaws, watching the water fall. She had to ask herself the true question, something that was all too hard to answer. Am I really happy here?