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Beppe has to reply first~ hover for words.
* Character Name: Maria
* Character Birthdate (including year): March 3, 2005
* Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Were. :|
* Your e-mail: In my registration.
* A secondary form of contact (AIM, MSN, Y!M). n/a.
---- "Beppe?" Maria called out, confused. She had been sleeping under the tree with her young son only to find him gone when he woke up. It had been him who woke her up, but it took her some time to actually register that he had wandered away. She wasn't too worried, really, his scent was thick in the air, but it made her think of the day he had gotten away from her and onto a ship crossing the sea. It was the reason they had gotten stuck on this side of the earth, anyway, but so far she didn't mind. It gave her time to realize that maybe her partner hadn't been right for her in the first place, but the young female was realizing Beppe was something she needed.
---- Her face was relaxed as she walked, taking in the scent of her child. Her fur was a soft brown color, light in the sun as nearly a golden color, but she was walking through the shade of a snowy day, passing by. Dark colors always alert as her lithe body moved. By the time she had found him, he had come a little close to a... a pack, something unfamiliar to her, but she had once been told to be careful. Her breath was quiet and careful as she approached her son, a scolding look on her face. "Le ho detto di non di correre via come ciò," she said, sternly. "Non ricordi l'ultima volta?"
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[html] * Character Name: Beppe
* Character Birthdate (including year): April 17, 2007
* Whether s/he is a regular wolf or a Luperci: Luperci
* Your e-mail: In my registration.
* A secondary form of contact? AIM: wonder wounded
Though his mother's tail was keeping his little nose warm, Beppe had been compelled to wander, once again. Perhaps it was something that was in his blood, something that he had no control over, but he hadn't known his father too well and that kept a damper on what he could blame on his genes. His thoughts were somewhere else than where he could put the blame, though, and he hummed a little song as he romped through the snow. This climate made it feel almost as if it was a dream. They never had snow like this before, not until that great vessel had lurched against a new continent and they had hurried off like little rats. Here it was up to his shoulders, and he carved a little path as he peered through the fog. Fog -- there was something familiar. He had got his share of that in the north.
After what seemed like a century of dampened silence, he heard hurried footsteps behind him. He turned quickly, expecting some strange mythical creature to have risen out of the snow in order to guide him on an adventure of some sort. Unfortunately, it wasn't so; it was his mother, and her mouth was full of angry words. Beppe averted his gaze. After a moment with his mouth closed, the boy looked up to his mother gently and replied, "Sì, Mamma. Ma guardi questo tempo!" He lifted his paw and dropped it down onto a patch of untouched snow, sending little chunks of it outwards. |
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Hullo and welcome! :]
The snow hadn't been something that Jasper had ever gotten to enjoy in his youth. He'd been born and stayed very young in the months that it had been cold and snowy out, thus his parents had kept himself and his siblings inside the house. Really though, the young male wasn't even sure if it had actually snowed in Europe, where he'd been born. Now though, Jasper was only a week or so over a year old, still considered young by some, but free to roam and enjoy the things that he'd yet to experience, the snow being one of those things. Blonde paws took him quickly through, bounding from one spot to another and allowing the powdery substance to go flying every which way. It wasn't often that the de le Poer boy could be found out enjoying himself so such a thing was a very rare sight.
His solitary play didn't last for long as he neared the borders of his home though, a scent soon drifted across and curved just beneath his nose to alert him of the presence of two foreign scents. Curious suddenly, and only able to assume that they might be joiners, Jasper turned from his frolic in the snow and began a normal walk toward the borders, which were only a short distance away. It didn't take him long to make it there and to easily spot the forms, or at least the larger one, against the snowy backdrop. "H'llo there!" He called out, simply a polite warning that he was approaching. The gap between them was small and it wasn't until Jasper was a handful of feet away that he noticed the younger of the two. "Y'guys need somethin'?" |
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---- Her son responded and she just tilted her head to the side and looked at him. He was young, still, and in her mind she could still see him as a newborn, where she would hold him. He turned out to be the only one child from the birthing process, but Maria didn't mind. She ended up leaving her home shortly after finding out with her partner anyhow and the less mouths they had to feed over there, the better. Here, though, it was just her and her son. She had started to teach him to hunt on her own, but the funny thing was, she had to start teaching herself. While instinct was apart of everything, she was rusty nonetheless.
---- They had managed, though, but now, after Beppe's comeback, someone intruded. Her green eyes widened and fur bristled slightly. She looked at the other canine, ears sitting up on her head as she stared. The words he spoke were foreign to her and she looked at her son. He knew English far better than she and instead of answering, she just looked away. Maria imagined Beppe taking the conversation with the other canine farther than she could.
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The sudden bit of English had come as almost as much of a surprise to Beppe as the other wolf's presence had, and he had to pause a moment to shift gears. He could understand the language alright, but speaking it was a whole other story. Struggling a bit to see the other over a ledge of snow, the pup stood up and looked up to the other wolf. The pressure that his mother's straying gaze put on him made him a little bit nervous, but he puffed out his chest a little to make himself feel better. "Hello," he started, enunciating carefully and slowly. "Excuse me. I am called Beppe. My mother is Maria." He hesitated and smiled almost uncomfortably, ice crystals beginning to form in the tufts of hair between his paws. Here was where he was forced to make an executive decision. Did they need anything? Beppe didn't even know what that meant. He supposed that they needed food, and water, but so far they had been doing well on that front. His eyes hovered to the left for a second but he brought them back to the snow in front of him to say, "Excuse me, I will ask."
"Vuole conoscere se abbiamo bisogno di qualcosa." He looked to his mother, hoping she would reply quickly. He felt awkward here in the presence of an English speaking stranger, having to be the one to negotiate. Surely the little Italian wolf was wasting the other's time.
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Your character, Beppe, is 7 months old correct? I just want to make sure because that'll make him a Lehrling, instead of a puppy, in rank when you two are accepted. :]
Two toned eyes scanned over the pair for a moment as he stood there, not allowing it to seem as if he was staring and being impolite. He would admit his curiosity though. It was extremely cold out and Jasper was a bit surprised to see anyone out wandering much more than they might have had to. What caught him by more surprise, though, was when the older wolf turned her head away, seeming to ignore anything that he'd said. Frowning inwardly, Jasper was suddenly unsure of what he was supposed to do. He was still sort of new to the border greeting thing, obviously inexperienced in the friendly and calm manner that he spoke when compared to more seasoned wolves. Perhaps she thought him to young to bother with?
It was about that moment that the younger one spoke, he couldn't be more than a few months younger than himself, and Jasper turned his full attention over. The accent was quickly picked up, recognized even, because he'd met quite a few wolves of different creeds when living in Europe. Italian, he could identify that much, though he didn't really know the language. "Oh, okay." He muttered quietly, seating himself in the cold snow as the younger of the two turned to speak to the older one. It was interesting, really, and Jasper quickly understood why he'd been ignored. "I'm Jasper, by the way." He added in quickly. He'd given their names, after all. |
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Beppe is seven months~ :o
---- They were introducing themselves. She heard Beppe's name, and her own, followed by a question and then the other's name... or what she assumed to be his name. She looked over at him and smiled, lifting a hand to touch her son's shoulder lightly. The question made her think about it, and wondered if they did need anything. "È questo un pacchetto?" was what she asked at first, looking back to her son. They had only needed translations like this a few times in their life and Maria never made an effort to actually learn the language.
---- "Abbiamo bisogno di nuova sede." she added on, looking at her son still. He was growing and he needed other figures in his life, she knew, and this... Jasper seemed nice enough. Made he had more to offer than what they were looking for.
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[html] -nods- :3
It was times like these that Beppe felt he had more power over his mother than she did over him, despite the omnipotent image she had. He knew that without his vague, scattered translations, she would likely not be able to find somewhere to stay. It was too cold here to live on your own, too, and though he had been expecting her answer it stung him a little. Una nuova casa. Beppe had only really had a home once, and finding a new one felt too much like replacing it. His mother had better learn at least a speck of English, he thought.
Offering a tentative half-smile to his mother, the boy turned back to the other and smiled a little again. "Pleased to meet you," he said, and nodded, before continuing. "She is saying we need a new home." For a moment his eyes escaped from the snow before Jasper's paws and he stared into the shrouded sky. "Is this the pack?" He didn't see much of anything, but he knew the fog could hide things.
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Jasper couldn't even begin to imagine what they were saying to one another, it honestly all sounded like gibberish to him. Rusalki's Russian had been the same way though, and now Jasper was picking up bits and pieces of it as they spent more time together. Perhaps the older of the two, Maria, did know English, just maybe she didn't feel comfortable with the amount that she knew? Whatever the case, this different way of communication wasn't something that the young male minded, he'd been through it before, and he'd thought it interesting to see back then too. "Pleased to meet you both also." He said quietly, bringing a smile to his face despite the fact that he wasn't usually as comfortable as he seemed to be.
"This is a pack, one of four in this area." He motioned toward the lands behind him with a slight shake of his head. "It's called Clouded Tears and, if you'd like, I'm sure we could find a place for you both here." They seemed nice enough, even if he wasn't aware of some of the things they were saying to one another. "Is she your mother?" He asked suddenly, just wanting to be clear on the relationship there. If she was, then it was nice to see the two together and working in such a way with each other. His mother had been gone for months now, dead or lost or just sick and tired of her family, Jasper wasn't sure. "We just need to know any skills you might have. Something you might be able to contribute to the pack?" |
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---- The young mother was quiet. Her green eyes were still on Beppe while he spoke to Jasper and for a moment, she saw the hurt in his eyes and wondered where it was coming from. Either way, he translated what she hoped was what she asked. Her ears forward as she listened to his question and took those words of English at kept them. Is this a pack? she thought, inwardly, and looked over to the canine. He spoke back, wondering if everything he said was something Beppe understood. There was a lot going on and she tried to listen to everything they said. If they were going to stay with a pack of a different origin, she knew she would have to learn sooner or later.
---- She knew some words: Hello, goodbye, food. Maybe some more but those were what she really needed, she imagined. In Italy, she hadn't worried about these things, but now, well...
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[html] Perhaps it was just the cold, but Beppe felt vaguely numb to what was going on. He couldn't say that he was only the messenger, because he was the one with the future of both him and his mother, but he seemed to be watching from afar, detached from the situation. It was the shock of taking a great leap away from what he knew, perhaps. To have a very large interconnected family was in his blood, but even before he was born his parents had run off, alone. He knew little of what was tradition, and so going from a tiny group of two to what must be a large pack was still strange. It felt like replacing.
The question that the other asked was pleasing, generous. He hoped that the rest of the wolves around here would be this patient with his poor English. He thought for a moment to make sure that he wasn't misunderstanding this somewhat indirect offer, and then, without turning to his mother -- he knew what would be right for them -- Beppe replied, "Yes, please. That is nice. Yes, she is my mother." He smiled a bit.
The young wolf thought a bit longer on the next question, partly because he had to take a moment to decipher some of the more unfamiliar words and clear out some of the extraneous ones, and partly because self-reflection wasn't something he had done much of lately. 'Skills' wasn't quite a word he was clear on, but he got the gist of the question. "We are competant hunters, we have to because we are alone. Also we get by well at solving the problems." This seemed like a bit of a test, and Beppe wasn't sure how much of his character he should let leak in. He refrained himself a little, eying the ground. The boy hadn't been around others enough to develop a sense of it yet; he had spent all the bits of life he could remember hiding in dark corners of ships. The blinding sun reflecting off the snow was definitely a shock. All of this was a shock.
After a moment he looked back to his mother; surely she would have something to say about this, and besides, he had been neglecting her on the updates. "Sì, questo è un branco. Ci offre una casa, e vuole conoscere che gli diamo. Come possiamo aiutare." He smiled at her, weakly, and his tail flopped slowly.
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Jasper had learned a thing or two in the few months that he'd been in Bleeding Souls, mostly having to do with how incredibly different life was here. In Europe the streets had been bustling with life, Luperci wandering the streets dressing in fancy, flowing garments, shopping at the small stalls that the others set up day after day. It was in those streets that Jasper had found all of his enjoyment, making fun of the gaudily dressed creatures as they moved on thinking they were better than everyone else, just because they looked silly. He and Rusalki had spent many a day watching them, laughing at them, only to now find themselves in this place.
His wandering mind was pulled back into place as the words from the younger male were expelled into the air, offering yet another faint smile at the fact that his thoughts had been confirmed. Mother and child, it was good that they still had one another. The sadness in his own eyes still swirled, a seeming trail down into the gaping hole that had been torn into his heart. He still blamed himself for her leaving. Caramel colored wolf nodded his head as the younger male continued, understanding his words and the skills that he was offering. Jasper was going to speak but just about the moment that he opened his mouth the younger turned to the older, speaking in Italian again. Perhaps the mother held something more?
Whatever the case, Jasper had already made his decision about the two of them. Just watching them spawned some sort of warm feeling inside of him, perhaps the very same feeling that he had when he was around his mother. He couldn't turn them away. Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, something caught his eye, just behind the pair. There, a few feet away, stood the Russian ghost, his friend Rusalki, examining the two. For fear of making himself seem crazy, he made a quick face, almost irritated, and ripped his eyes away from the ghost and back to the pair, waiting. |
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Beppe wagged his tail a little, eyes reflecting distorted squares of white snow, and turned back to Jasper. He didn't notice that the other's eyes had momentarily passed the mother and son, and as he waited for a response from his mother his thoughts were almost absent. The boy's mind gently regarded the fog, the snow that was nipping his feet, and the warm presence of the other.
He shuffled a little, eyes wandering the ground at the other's feet, and offered a wide smile and nodded. That was it. Maybe the other had another question; Beppe couldn't guess. This was the first time he was experiencing something like this. It wasn't a bad feeling, at all, but it certainly made his heart pound a little faster. After being isolated for so long the boy was actually liking interaction with someone else, even if they were relatively arbitrary questions.
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---- Maria didn't know what to say. She almost felt like backing out and taking Beppe away somewhere else, maybe back over the ocean. Her blue eyes squinted a little and she shuffled her feet, playing with her hands. Eventually, she broke her gaze from her son and looked at Jasper, watching him. What had her son said to him, exactly? He seemed to have said a mouthful of things but nothing that she could figure out in the least. A distant smile just appeared on her muzzle as she kicked at the snow while she thought about things.
---- "Ricerca. Pesca. Arti," the mother said when she looked back to her son. Easy enough, she supposed. That was about it that she found could be useful when it came to joining a pack. Maybe a skill she or her son had would come in handy later on, but how much did they really need?
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This has been going on for a bit and Amber/Jasper's on absence now, so I'll go ahead and get you too titled. Sorry about that! You're free to continue this thread later if you want.
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