Wake up in a different world

Nadia · 04-07-2011, 01:49 PM

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Forward-dated to the 8th

So what if I'm crazy?

Nadia could not believe her bad luck. She had been almost killed, thrown into a boat and dragged unwillingly over the ocean, and was now landed in a primitive, savage world. The wolves here did not have mirrors, did not cook their food, and did not wear clothes. Well, neither did she nowadays, but it didn't feel right to her. How used to silk gowns and cooked meat had she really gotten? Could she adapt to this uneducated, uncivilized world? She had always been a daring, adventurous, rebellious girl, but this time it wasn't by her design. Now, she didn't know what she had gotten herself into.

She had taken careful note of the clans and packs that seemed to live here. From experience, she knew that if she was caught trespassing, she would be in big trouble. Of course, she could run, or just shoot down everyone who tried to attack her, but she wasn't going to do that. She had been brought up as a princess, and was taught history, reading, writing, swordplay, archery, mathematics, and etiquette by her many tutors. Even if the wolves here were vicious, she would not abandon all that she learned.

She was hungry, having not eaten for days, and much to her convenience, she found herself in a forest. Jumping swiftly and stealthily into a tree, she strung her bow and waited for animals to come. Almost immediately, a rabbit darted by, and without hesitation she shot it through its iris. One rabbit was more than enough for her. But she wanted another, just in case someone came by, so that she could make a friend. Maybe there were more Italians around here. Somehow she doubted it, but she wanted to at least have someone to talk to about her life before she came to this stupid place.

Without even having to move, she caught another rabbit with ease. She half jumped, half fell down the tree and picked up the rabbits. They were not extremely fat, only around six or seven pounds each, but they would be enough for her and someone else to share. It could simply taken as a polite gesture. She cleaned the arrows with the rabbit fur and put them back in her sheath. Having only twenty arrows including the two she had just shot, she couldn't afford to use a new one every time she shot something. If she did, she would starve pretty soon. She had no idea how to hunt like a normal wolf. Yawning, she skinned the rabbits and lay down, her limbs curling around her delicate areas. In a matter of seconds she was asleep.

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Matteo Trovato · 04-07-2011, 09:04 PM

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A sleeping coyote was not safe in the foreign woods here. Especially one with food. Any other passer-by would've taken full advantage of the opportunity. Not Matteo, though. Nay, when he came across the scene, he'd been both concerned and surprised to say the least. He was new to the area himself, sure, but even he had the sense to stay awake when out in foreign woodlands. This girl was surely not of the area, either.

Let's back-track a little though, shall we? Matteo Trovato, in his incredible boredom and lack of anything else to do, had left behind his packlands to explore a different area. It was a risky thing to pull, considering how protective and possessive Giuseppe, his brother, often became of the little trophy whore. Teo just couldn't be bothered though; he'd endure the punishment later. A sound beating wouldn't kill him. That's what medics were for.

So the boy had packed up for an overnight outting. The boy had full intentions of returning the next day, though he dreaded what awaited him when he did. Hopefully his brother would be too busy flirting with some unwitty female to notice, though Teo doubted that very much.

It was well into the day when he came across the optime-formed coyote mix. He'd been attracted by the scent of a fresh kill, curious to know who'd been hunting in the area. He hadn't expected to see some poor woman out like a light amongst the foliage. So now he knelt down in his black Italian clothing (black dress-shirt, black cargos, custom-made luperci boots in black leather), tempted childishly to poke at her with a stick to see if she'd wake up.

How immature. Still, the temptation was there. He glanced at her, then at the rabbits, then back at her. Blinking, and ever so silently, he stood again. Matteo was known for one thing especially, and that was his skill in stealth. Boy could manage his way through a cave of sleeping hyena and not wake a single one. One sleepy coydog was far from a challange.

He'd surprise her.

Boy made away from her, kneeling down again to tug off the bag he wore on his back. Out of it, he grabbed up his lighter (a gift from his father before he'd left Italy) and set it down. After a good twenty minutes, he'd built a fire pit, stocked it with branches and bark, lit a fire and now he sat there with the rabbit meat, cooking it over the open fire with a relaxed expression on his face.

He remembered doing this for Giuseppe once. His brother had been (in his own, stubbornly assholish way) impressed, so why wouldn't she be? Once he was sure that at least one leg of one of the rabbits was cooked, he set it to the side of the flame to keep warm and glanced over to the sleeping girl. He smiled softly, then bent down to pick up some rather special; his flute.

He'd spent three nights crafting it in his (impressive bountiful) free time, and using the few lessons his mother had given him in his youth, the boy started playing a nice melody, one with a quick beat to it. He kept his eyes over on the girl, waiting for her to wake up. Surely the music would do that, if the smell of food and the crackling fire did not.

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Nadia · 04-08-2011, 02:08 AM

OOC: Ugh, short. My muse is dead.

The girl was dreaming of happier days she had spent strolling on the beaches with her philosophy tutor, stalking him unknowingly into the woods. Her thoughts wandered to the many campfires, the stories, the tender rabbit meat they had shared when she was younger. She became jolted rudely out of her dream by the smell of cooking meat. Unconsciously dismissing it as part of her dream, she continued sleeping until she heard the sound of a flute. Now something definitely wasn't right. She hadn't heard the sound of a flute for what seemed like forever, since her mother's death.

Forcing her eyes open, she saw something that scared her half out of her wits. "Cosa diavolo!" Realizing that she had cursed in Italian out of habit, she immediately clapped her hand over her mouth and stammered "S-sorry..." Observing the scene more closely, the girl noticed that he was cooking her rabbits. The ones she had caught. She cursed again, the same words, only this time in her severely accented English; "What de hell! What goin on ere?" Wow, she was really out of practice.

"Oh, 'm sorry. I'm fergettin my manners. Mi name's Nadia. What's yirs?" The girl stood up. "You can ave de rabbits if ya like. 'M not hungry roight now." The girl paused, waiting for the male's response.

Matteo Trovato · 04-08-2011, 02:58 AM

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Hover over the Italian text to see what it says in English. The code for this, in case you were wondering, is
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but without spaces.

Matteo's flute song ended suddenly in a sharp high note as the girl woke up swearing. He winced, lowering the wooden instrument, and eyed her with that look of 'watch your language please'. She apologized, then continued yet again, this time in English. Big difference that made. Matteo almost rolled his eyes at her behaviour, but stopped himself; that would be rude, afterall.

The girl went on to stand up and apologize. He smiled. "Lo stavo cucinando per lei, signorina. Non deve essere letto qui nel bosco. Tutto può accadere." His Italian words came out clear and polite, almost timid, as he smiled shyly her way. "Il mio nome è Matteo Trovato. E 'un piacere conoscerti. Per favore, vieni a mangiare."

Introductions made and the limited amount of scolding given, Teo felt the need to look down again. He wasn't some sort of social butterfly, nor was he any sort of outgoing talker. Kid was the poster child for submissive, and it showed in how he held his ears, and how his tail curled up to his lap despite the lack of danger.

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Nadia · 04-08-2011, 04:02 PM

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Hehe

So what if I'm crazy?

The girl was surprised to say the least. Another wolf who spoke Italian and cooked their meat in a desolate place like this? Impossible. Well at least, to her it was. But it had happened, and she looked up at the male, her face almost childlike, and her expression one of innocence.

"Oh! Matteo è un bellissimo nome. Grazie. Il piacere è mio." The girl stepped a little closer to the male, careful not to intrude into his personal bubble. Examining him more closely, she felt a painful stab of jealousy. He had clothes, something she had been longing for for months, and he was an albino. When she was little she had often wished that she had pure white fur and pink eyes. But she didn't. She was pretty, even she acknowledged that, with her large blue eyes and her rusty reddish fur. But being pretty in her 'Spanish' way wasn't exactly what she wanted.

She sat down again, careful not to sit on her hair. Hesitating for a moment, she motioned for the male to sit down and take the first bite. It was simply one of the things she had been forced to learn as a princess, and later a queen. "Sono nuovo qui. Sono sorpreso che quasi nessuno qui i cuochi delle loro carni."

One thing that surprised her was that the male was timid. Most Italians, she had noticed from being one herself, were loud and boisterous. She had been one of the quieter children, and later a soft-spoken, kind, antisocial queen. Maybe that was why she could never rule a society properly. She just wasn't made for it. Smiling the exotic, mysterious smile that the ancient Roman statue of Venus was depicted with, she said, "Cosa ti ha portato qui?"

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