He had to find his brother. He knew Basileus was here; just... where was he in this forsaken land? He couldn't catch scent nor hide of his brother, and the inhabitants of this land didn't seem to understand Italian. It was driving him nuts; he just couldn't communicate and... oh, he needed to find his brother. The urgency, the push, it made him frantic, but he knew he had to remain calm - calm, cold, logical. But yet.. how could he with the all of the cosca? It just hurt, that thought. The thought that Enrico caused it too... he swallowed heavily, a sigh leaving him. "Accidenti!"

"Speech" Italiano

Starling was still a bit shaken up. Sometimes his mind would flash to her, sprawled and flailing, dying before his eyes. He would wonder how he had done it. It almost scared him now how he had managed to stay so calm while he was trying to save her. Where was the shaking? Where had the fear gone? Well, he knew now, the second it was over it all crashed down on him. And it didn't leave. He was shaking as he remembered it all, vibrating in rage. Whoever had done that to her would pay. And he needed to learn about the things that had hurt her. He needed to find someone that knew about poisons.... So with determination he wandered around, searching for this knowledge that always seemed to fall in his lap, when he caught a very familiar sound. Blue eyes would blink slowly before turning his head to spot the stranger. "cosa c'è che non va?" He asked softly, tilting his skull slightly as he gazed at him. This stranger seemed....lost. "Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"

Vittore's breath caught. Was that... was that Italian? Did he hear right? He turned and spotted the boy - how had he not noticed the boy's presence before? Was he so caught up in his own troubles? No matter, the mafioso could feel excitement burning in his veins at the familiar sounds of Italian - the first he'd heard in this land. "Sai italiano? Hai visto mio fratello? E 'rosso, come me. Avete incontrato nessuno che parla italiano, come devo fare?" So much hope - that any of his brothers of the mafia escaped with him. Oh, how he hoped.

"Speech" Italiano

The young healer just blinked at him, at the surprised and oddly confused expression. Blue eyes would blink slowly as he took him in, his deep brown furs and silver blue eyes. And for a moment he was lost, just staring, a single silent and almost scary thought travelling through his brain. adoreable. He quickly blinked back to reality, a small, nervous smile touching his lips. "Sì, lo so italiano." He confirmed with a subtle nod before he hummed, thinking about the description. Slowly and sadly he shook his head. "No, ho paura che non ho incontrato tuo fratello, e gli unici lupi che parlano italiano, che io sappia sono la mia famiglia, che mi ha insegnato." He said softly, sadly as he glanced to the ground. "Se posso aiutare a trovare lui, lo farò." He said then, softly. He needed a distractant, and talking without stuttering was a lovely thing. "Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"

Vittore would bark out a single laugh, disbelief and hsock and happiness in his eyes as Starling affirmed. Finally! Oh, the joy! It made him nearly delirious, and he found himself focusing in on Starling eagerly, the discovery of him knowing Italian making him even more hopeful. But then, that hope would be shattered and Vittore would lean back, a sigh leaving him. Of course. It was too good to be true. He hadn't seen any of the cosca, and it... hurt. He so hoped others escaped. He would nod sadly. "La tua famiglia?" [/color]he questioned. He wasn't sure why he asked - of course it was not the any member of i Fratelli Rossi, but perhaps it was the knowledge of a family with knowledge of the Italian language. Those he could communicate with. He was then surprised with Starling spoke again. Ah, such a kind wolf. He knew of wolves that would not hesitate to assist him back where the cosca was, but that was because they had an inkling he was a mafioso, as they did with any male that was gentlemanly. But this wolf had no knowledge of the cosca, nor of the cosa nostra at all. "Mi rendo conto che, lupo."[/color]

"Speech" Italiano

He would watch with great happiness and facination at the expression on this stranger's face. He would feel himself brighten at the joy but, when Starling seemed to shatter that..well, he deflated as well. Blue eyes would soften, brows furrowing as he watched the flicker of hope seem to fade away. No, this wasn't good. What could he do! He nodded quickly. "Sì, la mia famiglia." He repeated gently. His family, his pack. "Abaven, la mia casa, il mio zaino.." He clarified. It was sort of true, not everyone in his pack knew italian, but his family was part of Abaven so it sort of worked. Reguardless, he would smile warmly at the appreciation before suddenly realizing he hadn't introduced myself. "Oh, il mio nome è Starling Distruzione. E i tuoi?" He said politely, tilting his head gentle into the question. "Conosci l'inglese? E'un linguaggio quasi tutti qui sanno. Sarà probabilmente utile sapere... se si ha intenzione di attaccare in giro qui, che è." He suggested in his soft, gentle voice. Who knows, perhaps this man was looking for his brother to take him home to a land that spoke Italian, but it might help to know keyphrases in English in order to find his brother, if Starling couldn't help him. "Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"

The boy would clarify, and Vittore would nod sadly. His family, eh? Hiscosca, in a way. It was curious, how it worked; he doubted that the packs here had a true cosa nostra within them. The topic would shift away as the boy - Starling - introduced himself, and he'd dip his head in greeting. "Piacere. Mi chiamo Vittore Scarlatti." Starling would then continue speaking, and Vittore would shake his head in answer to the boy's question. "Io non parlo Inglese. Da dove vengo io più parlare italiano." He did not ask the stranger for help; he did not expect such help. After all, he was not family, nor an associate, owing the cosa nostra. There was no cosa nostra.

"Speech" Italiano

Starling could see the sadness painted in the deep tones of Vittore's face, and he couldnt help but frown just slightly. He could imagine what it was like to be missing a sibling. Finch was missing...and he longed to find her again. Was that the same thing? Did Vittore know his brother would go missing, or just one day found out he was, like Starling had? He couldn't help the soft sigh that slipped from his nose before he smiled softly at the greeting. "Che piacere incontrarla," He said softly, dipping his head to the other male. He hummed then, tilting his head as it was confirmed that he knew no english. So he would smile. "Posso insegnarti. Ho una balbuzie quando parlo inglese, però, così non si può ridere." He said with a playful smile, blue eyes shining excitedly. He loved teaching. "Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"

Vittore EU FAZZO L'OMU PE SANGU E PE ONORI Surprise flickered through his eyes as the male offered. To teach him English? Why? Hmm, that would put him in debt to the boy - and that he did not like the thought of. Perhaps an exchange of some sort? Vittore swept his gaze harshly over the boy. That was not a fighter's form, no, not at all. Perhaps that could be his trade. In that time he ws thinking, it took him a bit to realize the male spoke of a stutter. A stutter? That was fine - his Italian was flawless, and that was what Vittore would judge based off of. "Ciò sarebbe apprezzato. Forse potrei insegnare qualcosa a un ritorno, Starling." His suggestion would be smooth, polite; it would not be good to imediately point out he boy's weakness when he would teach Vittore English. "speech" Italiano Scarlatti LEGGI D'ONORI, LEGGI D'OMERTÀ

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