The winds of change

Naniko D'Angelo · 09-19-2011, 03:03 AM

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Most dramatic, perhaps? Big Grin

The sun burned down from above as she padded along, four paws moving swiftly along the terrain. The little girl had been lost for quite some time now, and every twist and turn brought a new terror for her to run away from. She'd been running through the plains for what felt like years, though it had in fact only been a couple of days. She didn't know how to hunt yet and was unprepared for the world in general; her stomach grumbled angrily as she forced herself to continue, tongue lolling out of her mouth as pant after pant rasped out. She had to get to it, the sanctuary that she had been told about after her birth. She was determined, but things just kept getting in her way. She was afraid of most things and kept getting continually frightened off by one ghost or monster or the next. She refused to stop for almost any reason other than thirst, hunger, or general exhaustion.

The puppy finally came to a stop as she reached the edge of a crystal-clear lake. Jade eyes peered into the water at the dark shapes as they moved beneath the surface, heart pounding in her ears from the long run that she had just finished and from apprehension and anxiety, as well. She didn't deal well with new situations, and everything here was new. She put her paw down into the water out of instinct, batting at one of the shapes. It darted away from her paw and she groaned a bit, turning back around to flop down onto her side for a moment of rest by the lakeside. She was never going to eat at this point...and her diet of bugs wouldn't be able to sustain her for much longer. Her belly felt empty each night no matter how many grasshoppers she swallowed alive.

Matteo Trovato · 09-19-2011, 08:55 AM

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Aha! Teo still seems the same in some ways, but just wait. He's not the happy gay boy anymore. ;D

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The Trovato bloodline was pure and precise in every sense of the word. So of course, when their heir, a young coyote woman named Carissa, gave birth to twin boys, both of them half dog... well, it was up to them to prove to the Italian world that blood had nothing to do with it. It was all in the family name. It was all in the upbringing.

Giuseppe and Matteo had travelled to America on their own accord upon eaching a year, to expand the family to another section of the world. The two brothers had grown up under a strict upbringing and a few times, the ever-jealous older brother, Giu, had tried to belittle and abuse his albino twin, Teo.

Abusing a Trovato was always a terrible idea.

Summer had come and gone and the albino brother had decided to move south, to escape the annoyance that was his jealous sibling. The two were constantly getting into childish fights. Giuseppe was a distraction and nothing more, so Matteo left him to take hold of the west. He himself would claim the East. That way they'd still be doing as their mother and father had asked; spreading the Trovato Mafia across the globe.

Matteo was in his optime form, mounted on the back of his black arabian gelding, a gift from his father. The pair were riding along a stretch of lake, enjoying the peace and quiet and mulling over the harsh winter months ahead. I'll have to find a place to settle for the winter. Halifax, maybe?

His thoughts were interrupted when the black horse suddenly spooked, whickering in protest, refusing to take another step. Matteo cursed under his breath and kicked at the horse's ribs to make it go but it refused. He climbed off to check the problem and when he looked down, he saw it. A little white pup curled up, nearly asleep and looking extremely underfed and tired. Another curse in Italian was given but at least the young man knelt down to investigate.

He placed a proding hand on the pup's shoulder, weary of being bitten. Hey, He voiced in a thick Italian accent, Wake up, kid. You can't sleep here. This isn't a bed. His voice was even and in good control, as usual. He hated kids, but at least he could be civil about it. They were yappy, annoying little things but they were also essential. Whoever had lost this pretty white girl was a fool for even trying. Had she not been a wolf, Matteo would've praised her for the white pelt she sported; a sign of purity. Too bad purity just didn't happen in wolves.

Image courtesy of Dirk-Jan Kraan@Flickr; coding by the Mentors

Naniko D'Angelo · 09-21-2011, 09:38 PM

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This is actually a part of Naniko's past that's real :]

She was starving, almost. Her body was thinner than it had ever been, and yet she still continued her quest around Chimera and into the surrounding territory. She needed to find her parents; little Naniko had fallen asleep next to their breathing forms and had awoken to find both of them and Pontiac missing. She didn't know what to make of this, as they had always been around...she'd been the one who had wandered away and gotten into trouble in the past. Never her parents. The oddest part about the entire situation had been the fact that she couldn't smell their scents any longer. They had nearly swept the place clean, all of their treasured belongings going out with them when they had taken off from the packlands for a better life. They had taken everything, even Pontiac. Why not her?

At first she had done nothing but cry about it, whine and roll about in their scents. After that hadn't solved anything, though, she had gone to Physe to demand an answer out of him. She didn't know if he would have information on this or not, but he had been a more highly ranked wolf in the pack and was her "second daddy", according to Roman. So if anyone would know, he would. But he hadn't had much information for her, only the fact that he had seen them passing over the hills early in the morning. He didn't know where they had been going or why. Naniko had heaved a sigh at the medium-sized copper wolf before going on her way. She would find them eventually.

The four-month-old awoke with a start, a dreamlike drowsiness obvious in her eyes. She'd been having a dream about her parents again, a dream in which she'd been snuggled up close to Kaelyn's side. She missed that; with the changing of the seasons the lands were growing a little colder, and her mother had always helped to keep her warmer at night. A voice from above made her tilt her head as far back as it would go, jade eyes widening in shock and surprise. Was this one of the monsters she had been warned about as a child? It didn't look like it was going to attack, but maybe it was just hiding its evil ways behind a mask of kindness. She let out a whine of fear, ears going back as she dropped down nearer to the ground. She wasn't as afraid of the stranger as she was of the horse, eyes darting between the two. "I h-haffff no bed" She stammered.

Matteo Trovato · 09-21-2011, 09:57 PM

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D: She was abandoned?? Parenting fail!

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No bed? He frowned. Not my problem, kid. He remarked harshly, stepping back and nudging her with his boot. Now would yah get up? Heaven knows you'll be eaten if you stay there. Not that he cared. He just felt a sort of nagging feeling in the back of his mind that his mother would've flipped out had she been there. He was glad she was back in Italy, or else he'd have a mouth to feed. Again.

He moved away from her without waiting for an answer, remounting his horse and pausing only to get situated... and to pull out a strip of dried beef from the saddlebag. He took a bite and hummed softly as he redid the straps holding the bag shut, paying no mind to the little whelp below him.

The horse, on the other hand, was all too interested in the little thing. He lowered his head curiously, dark eyes locked on the little white pup. His rider wasn't paying attention, so that meant he had some time to investigate the tiny thing. Had his rider been this small at one point? How did they manage to grow so big if they were born this tiny?

Andiamo, Hispo. Tempo per andare avanti. Lascia stare, sarebbe yah? Mumbled Matteo, who'd finished what he was doing and was now trying to get the horse to raise its head and walk again. The horse, Hispo as he was called, lifted his head but snorted, still eyeing the little pup in confusion and curiousity. Si tratta di un lupo, Hispo. Non tutto ciò che sorprendente. Andiamo. Matteo Scolded, nudging the horse's sides with his feet. The gelding didn't move; not until the girl was out of the way, at least.

Image courtesy of Dirk-Jan Kraan@Flickr; coding by the Mentors

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