Cera meeting someone

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Pitasi: The last couple of weeks had been trying, to say the least. While most of the pack was safe from the coronavirus because of their heritages, whatever amnesic variety they were up against, they did not fare so well with. It started with Rich and it spread from there. More were spared than not, but those few that did have it were displeased. Pitasi himself was among them. Miraculously, the 'frail' one, Tamino-- the 'token human' of the pack-- was completely spared, perhaps due to his having had a former bout with the coronavirus itself. He was a complete champion throughout the whole illness that many of the other members of the pack had, reassuring everyone and doing his best to help magically where he was able. Lissie was also spared, and once Pitasi's memories had come back, he had sent her in the form of a dove to scout the town and find out the status. Nobody seemed to have a fresh case and those that had the illness were slowly clearing up, she'd found. That meant Pitasi could make a trip into town himself, with Lissie in her dove form perched on her shoulder. She insisted on keeping a lookout. Pitasi didn't mind too much, aside from the fact that that meant he couldn't smoke as he walked into town...


Cera: A sigh came from the being's throat. Having crimson life on it's face across from it's left eye spreading diagonally to the right side of it's chin. Wearing upon it's figure was a long onyx trench coat that it was in it's barest form underneath. Only this morning the women had turned back into a human after wolfing out late the previous night. Shaking her head while her strands were matted from leaves and dirt. The only thing the women had aside from the coat was a bag that held a wallet, a small blanket, and some spare clothes. Thats it. She didn't really see the purpose in carrying heavy. Be ready to travel, that was her motto. Her tannish ivory flesh peeked out of the jacket, while her hazelnut irises shined in the light. Sitting on a bench in a park, alone. Slightly shivering due to being frightened of why she was covered in blood. She had also obtained scars on her torso and on her shoulders of slashes from either swords or claw marks. Not really sure of which. Her strands were almost black but really they were dark chocolate. It was obvious she wasn't from there. Closing her gaze for a moment, she began humming a tune. It was a Russian folklore song. It was one that her mother sang to her when she was a child. ( https://youtu.be/lA6diOlG0s4 )

Pitasi: Pitasi was coming to accept that his privacy was limited in this town. It was a trade-off for the freedom of living among other supernatural beings so frequently. But there were still many humans without any kinds of mystical powers here, especially tourists coming through, and to anyone who did not sense Pitasi's species or know about his family and pack, they would simply think he was a rich, eccentric man in a suit with a pet dove. The dove was invisibly clothed, in a sense. It was a Christmas present he had given to all the kids, the year prior. Jewelry pieces with the family's emblem on it that were magical, and would let the shifters keep their clothing instead of shedding it between forms. He wasn't ignorant to the smell of wolf that came from the park as he strolled through it, on his way to somewhere else. Shifting wolf, in particular-- the magick that marked them differentiated them from someone's husky-wolf pet that they'd bring through on vacation. Seeing the occupied bench, he stopped and turned to look that way, lifting a brow as he assessed the situation. He did consider this his territory, although he wasn't the sort the drove off peaceful others... but it was still a situation to make sure was in order. The dove on his shoulder cooed curiously.

Cera: Even though she was humming a song that was Russian, she truly was Italian. Pure Italian. Had spent some of her youthful years in Italy. Stopping the humming and whispers to herself in her native language, "Oh dei, aiutami." (Oh gods, help me.) Lacing her fingers together and closed her gaze as she leaned her forehead against hands. Not realizing that someone had went past her till she sniffed a bird and an old soul. Opening her eyes to look up at them and raised an eyebrow. Knowing English, but not really choosing to use it most of the time unless she absolutely had to. She'd stand up with her bag on her shoulder across her frame to her hip. She'd soon reach her hand out slowly and carefully to try petting the bird that is if it let her. If it did, she'd let a smile come over her figure. "Bellissimo uccello che hai." (Beautiful bird you have.) She called out softly. Though when she realized that not a lot of people knew her language, she'd giggle to herself and stop petting the dove. "I'm sorry. I have a soft spot for doves. I don't mean to frighten her, or you." Backing away before turning on her heels. Waving to them both as she started walking off, not wishing to cause problems in her first encounter of people in this town. It looked as though it was a pretty small town and if that was the case, she may wish to find shelter and bath along with get into actual clothes before questions get asked. That was the least thing she wanted.

Pitasi: Pitasi was paused where he stood, neither alarmed nor frightened. His eyes moved sideways to glance at the dove on his shoulder as she leaned forward to get a sniff. While a dove's sense of smell was not as strong as a canine's, it had a broad and fine-tuned range that allowed it to help with tracking purposes, hence, homing pigeons and doves. Lissie's was especially well-practiced for obvious reasons, but the scent of Pitasi and his own inner wolf already filled her beaky nose and she was left clueless as to what in particular had caused him to stop. It could be anything, and she gave another, more alert coo and waited should he give her an order. He didn't seem much like he was concerned about anything, however. When she spoke Italian, he lifted his chin slightly, but didn't react otherwise. Of course he understood every word perfectly. Lissie was having none of the attempts to touch her and fluttered with an angry hiss. It was nothing personal. As sweet and clever as she could be, and affectionate once she did warm up, she wasn't very good with strangers. It was something Pitasi was working with her on. He didn't stop her from reacting to the touching, however. If she didn't want to be pet by a stranger, that was her business, even if Pitasi was a little surprised that the stranger didn't seem to realize the dove was a shifter. No harm in that, however. Some didn't know what to do with their senses and she had the scent of... newness about her. "Grazie," he said, accent perfect and thick, although he switched to English as well. "I don't count either of us as frightened." It would be laughable to think he was. He exuded power. Not simply that of a benandante but a personal, charismatic sort of leadership. "You haven't found a place to stay, I see. The motel takes in citizens of the street in return for a few chores done around the place, I understand."

Cera: When the dove hissed at her, she immediately stopped and had put her hands to her sides. It seemed the bird didn't really wished to be touched. Though after she had started walking off, she had stopped dead in her tracks when she heard him speak Italian like her. Shifting on her heels to look at him utterly shocked. As she was about to speak again and heard him speak about shelter, causing a sigh to escape her throat. When he mentioned the motel, she shook her head. "As much as that sounds pleasant, I rather not be made out to look like a charity case." She admitted. Shaking her head again and spoke to herself again. "Lungi dall'essere un caso di beneficenza. Forse senza riparo, ma ho la foresta." (Far from a charity case. I maybe without shelter, but I have the forest.) Looking away from the much older man, since her pride had taken over her. Standing tall and gave a forced smile to him. She fully knew that those two weren't normal, but she had no right to judge since neither was she. "What's the little dove's name? If I can ask. She is quite beautiful." Trying to engage in small conversation so she could get to know the locals around the area. Soon the male would notice a small chained necklace that was rose gold and had a pendant of amethyst heart. It was something to keep her grounded out and something she felt safe with. Her inner wolf screaming at her to run. That he wasn't safe and neither was the bird. Cera would ignore it for now till she could get a read on them. Unsure if she was really in harm or not. The town seemed harmless. Maybe she could find a home here. She hoped.

Pitasi: Pitasi tsked quietly, but he kept speaking in English, for now, although her command of Italian was impressive. "Time is money. By dedicating theirs to work for the owners of the motel, they avoid altogether the title of freeloader. ...where would you put money if you had it? Into a room at the motel, sì?" It just cut out the middleman, in his view, and part of the local pack's payment was a place to stay. They did also get a generous allowance of their own. Their jobs were dangerous ones, and often difficult ones that required special skills-- all with their full knowledge-- and he compensated well. He could see that she was nervous, and he made no move to keep her from that. It was a course of nature for a human to be nervous around a powerful person and for a wolf to be unsure what to make of one of their own kind with a commanding presence. He maintained eye contact assertively, but not overbearingly. It wasn't aggressive. Could he hurt her? Undoubtedly. Would he hurt her? Not without a very good reason and she seemed wise enough not to give him one. There wasn't likely to be a reason to do that anyway; only a few humans or wolves went around purposely pissing off others. He operated on good faith, instead of assuming the worst without just cause. When she spoke of the dove again, he lifted a hefty but careful, deft hand to scratch at the bird's neck, and she lowered her head to let her feathers be felt for him. "Her name is Celeste. She prefers to go by Lissie." Most of the kids went with Lissie, Pitasi had a tendency to be a bit more formal and use the full name. "Where is your home, and your family?" he asked, dropping his hand again. Family, in this case, was mundane-speak for pack. "What is your name?"

Cera: Time is money. Ah yes, an old saying her mother use to say often. A sudden smirk came over her figure as she shook her again with a giggle. "Yes, I would keep it in the hotel. I have a little money but only enough for the next two weeks." She began. "I do secretary work outside of town. I go back to work tomorrow as well as I get paid tomorrow. I'll be fine. I appreciate the concern." When he explained the doves name, she gave a genuine smile as she watched him scratch underneath it's chin. "Lissie. Beautiful name." That smile would soon fade as he asked where her home was and her family as well as her name. "Cera is my name." She began again. Her expression was hard and serious. "I have no family. My mother and step father died. My real father I hate and I refuse to see let alone hear from again. As to where my home is, that is back in Italy. I haven't been there in a long time. Or at least I've been told I haven't." Being brutally honest with him about it but kept it straight to the point. Truth was, up until a year ago she was in acoma after being hit by a car when she was six years old and lost all her memory. She only was barely getting clips of them back. "What is your name since you now know mine." When her wolf screamed at her again, she growled quietly and spoke in her mind telling it to shut up. Sighing once more and listened to the older male.

Pitasi: Naturally, it was up to her what resources she made use of, and he didn't say so aloud as he didn't see a need to discourage her from finding whatever help she might need, wouldn't be caught dead sleeping in the motel either. It was a little more complicated than to simply say he would sleep in the woods, however; his wolf spirit separated from his body, which was left defenseless as a sleeping human's body would be, and he needed a place for that body to stay. He had the good fortune to be surrounded by a trustworthy pack that often patrolled their house in the woods. Hearing her story didn't seem to evoke much emotion from him, although he was listening quite closely, and that was plain enough to see. He was simply a master of the poker face, and with good reason. No matter how naive and fresh this one clearly was, there was no good to come from showing one's entire hand. "Italy is a long way away, the last time I checked a map or did any traveling." Which was not recently, to the extent of anything that needed an airplane. He didn't have a private plane, and no matter how rich you were, airports were a pain in the absolute ass right now. While he was listening quite seriously and calmly, Lissie was... less invested in the story and was crossing to his shoulder by way of going behind his head. He glanced to the side in resignation but otherwise ignored the antsy bird. "My name is Damiano Pitasi. My home is wherever I make it and my family goes wherever I tell them to go." He returned the answers to the questions he had asked her. Someone as young and fresh as she was wasn't likely to know his name, even if it did get around some circles.

Cera: She nodded at his comment about Italy being quite a ways from there. "Yes it is." Catching onto the dove, seeing she was antsy and gave a sympathetic smile to it. Though when he said his name and answered the questions back to her, she canted her head with a more genuine smile. "It's nice to meet you." She turned to fully look at him and then look at the bird, "I think Lissie is getting restless." She began before sighing softly to herself. "I'm not here to cause any trouble. I maybe new here, but I despise trouble." Trying to reassure the animal and him if he were feeling anxious. Not being able to tell if he was or not. He really did have a good poker face. Relaxing a little, she felt as though she could open up a little. There was just something about him that told her he was safe at least till provoked. "My full name is Cera Sabine Young." She began. Soon pulling out a piece of paper that was a news article about her being in acoma for fifteen years after being hit by a car when she was six years old. The date at the top was a year from today. It also explained she had lost her memory and started to show a little expression in her figure. "Theres a reason I don't like my father. One I don't really want to discuss yet. At least till I get to know you and Lissie more." She paused before grabbing the article back once he was finished. Putting it back in her back and rubbed her arm over her jacket. "That is if you will let me get to know you two. If not, it's alright. I've been surviving this long." Not trying to guilt trip them, more so just stating fact that she had been surviving on her own for a long while now. Looking off into the distance then and closed her gaze. Suddenly a wave of dizziness came over her. Slightly stumbling in her place, she held her head and groaned a little. "Cosa sta succedendo? Cosa sta succedendo?" ( What's going on? What's happening?) She asked herself back in her native language before fainting there backwards. Falling onto the pavement beneath her.

Pitasi: He wasn't feeling anxious at all, and as much as he could appreciate her wanting to placate him, words were simply words. They meant nothing without intent and/or action. Thankfully, one of Pitasi's stronger skills that tapped into his inner wolf was the ability to read body language in ways that would baffle humans. That went for human body language as well as many animals, and even beyond. He could tell that she was not here to cause trouble, and he did not suspect it to begin with, but he would allow the course of time to play out. She seemed to be somewhat troubled and prideful (which was entirely normal for wolves), though he had a mind to ask her if she needed a job. Secretary work was fantastic, but he could undoubtedly pay her more and give her a fulfilling lifestyle... at the cost of a certain amount of safety. There were prices to pay for being loyal to a pack, but that was never something Pitasi would force. His goal, often successful, was to inspire genuine loyalty. It was the sort of leadership he acted with. He trusted his pack acted in the best interest of their fellow packmates as a whole, in exchange for treating them well and setting them up for success. "She's always quite restless. It's the avian nature." He spoke in the tired, resigned, but fond tone of a father whose child was just a little too smart for their own good. When she passed him a newspaper clipping, he took it to look it over. "I see." ...with the way things were going, perhaps she would have been better off staying hospitalized, dark as that was, but they all had to make do with what they had going on. His theory from what she had told him was that her father had put her into the coma or been complicit in it in some way, although he was wrong-- he supposed he'd just have to find out when she felt like sharing. "You've a little catching up to do then, eh bambina?" There was a flair of... something that seemed quite unrestrained, and quite sudden. Pitasi didn't flinch, but he smelled it and felt it and Lissie flapped her wings with a noise of alarm as Cera fell. The dove fell off of Pitasi's shoulder only to transform into her human form, not feeling safe in the form of a small bird, even around her babbo. "What's goin' on?" Lissie asked him, her speech riddled with lisped S's. He shrugged and moved to help Cera to her feet.