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- Augustus - 08-06-2012 [html] OOC: || Word Count →000 The borders were pungent with the Epsilons’ scents. Augustus rarely missed anything these days. He awoke to his mate rousing him for his patrol. There was no sound of protest from his lips, not like before. He accepted his duty, shouldering the burden that the dog bitch had thrust upon him. Only in constant vigilance would they prevail. He shook himself and pulled his mate to him with a paw, nuzzling into her scruff. She was weary enough from the long hours, but happy. Both tails wagged, black dusted, and gold. Yes, things were well with the couple. They had their struggles, but every day held more and more promise, and their relationship was blooming. She was happy to be able to defend and protect her pack along his side once again, as she had before their mateship. He released her and she settled down in their hollow within the den, set her head on her paws, and closed her eyes. He licked tenderly at her cheek before standing tall, setting his tail straight from his spine, and setting out for the borders. He’d not run into Tharin for a few days, odd, as the tawny wolf was a common sight along the border as well, but Augustus was suspicious. He’d seen how close the male was with the maternal Kiara, and with her whelp missing… Augustus was not a dull creature, he could put two and two together. On his way to the borders he noted a scarred tree, and the scent of old blood in the grass. Shadow’s scent was mingled with it, and Fayne. He paused to sniff at it, but all the scents were familiar. Something to do with the abrasive ebony male’s moroseness? Augustus could care less and shrugged as he resumed his path. Nature would separate the weak from the strong, the male’s time would come, sooner or later. The northern man trotted through wood and field, yellow eyes wary for sign of his tawny brother. He even rose his voice in a short, summoning howl. Brother, where are you, It said. Tharin had become Gamma since last they’d been alone together. Perhaps now the tension would lessen with an equal rank? Tharin was deserving, and more even-tempered than he, he was proud to have him in the higher ranks. He was a wiser wolf. But his absence concerned and irritated him. He’d felt more at ease knowing one of his pupils patrolled with them, but now. “Tharin?” He voiced, looking right then left. He stood still, a single paw held aloft, he’d gone after the dog-woman, Augustus was sure of it… .ND-Aug1ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .ND-Aug1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .ND-Aug1 b {color:#FEF380; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.2em #BF8F30; letter-spacing:1px;} .ND-Aug1 {font-family: tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:514px;} .ND-Aug1inner{background-color:#290F36; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/ ... awn2-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:250px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #261E0E; width:514px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} .ND-Aug1Imagecred {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} </style> - Tharin Lupei - 08-06-2012 His entire body ached with pain. The dog sure knew how to fight. Blood dripped from his back leg, the wound torn open again. At least he had gotten the pup to safety. Not Kohaku. A younger pup. One that he was thankful to have saved. She was so young, and small. If Amy had hurt this pup as well...Tharin didn't have to think about that though. She was beyond the monster's grasp now. He just had to get home. He lifted his head, howling as Augustus' voice came out. The lessons the large wolf had taught him had saved Tharin's life. If it wasn't for that, he might have died in battle. It was a good thing he'd taken those lessons. He would have been as helpless as Fayne and Palaydrian if he hadn't. Panting a little he smiled, looking over to Augustus. Hello brother. He needed to sit down. At least one good thing had come of this. - Augustus - 08-07-2012 [html] OOC: Not as good as the original, but it's got the gist of it || Word Count →000 His brother's voice rang in his ears and Augustus hurtled towards the sound with more urgency. He'd seen how close Tharin was with the mother, Kiara, and with the woman's pups missing. Augustus was not so dull as he might've seemed, he could put two and two together. Soon enough he caught sight of his tawny brother and slowed his pace, his nostrils flaring with the scent of blood. When he drew near he took in the sight of his brother's wounds. His left ear, nothing but a stub, leg torn and bleeding, muzzle scarred, and several shallow cuts in his back, Tharin was in a bad state and the bi-colored brute whined to see him in such pain. He drew near and lapped at the missing ear. He was no healer, not like Fayne, Jiva, or Deuce, but he could clean him up well enough. The pale scars on the right side of his face were a living testament his experiences with infection. He wanted to prevent that from happening to Tharin. He moved on to Tharin's back, cleaning the wounds with long, rough strokes of his tongue. He'd not bothered to be gentle with the tawny man, but cleansed him thoroughly and without mercy. Lastly he nudged at the injured leg, whining at the severity of it, and lapped at the bits of congealed blood upon his fur. When he was finished, he stepped back and stood before Tharin, meeting his gaze with an icy glare.
.ND-Aug1ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .ND-Aug1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .ND-Aug1 b {color:#FEF380; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.2em #BF8F30; letter-spacing:1px;} .ND-Aug1 {font-family: tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:514px;} .ND-Aug1inner{background-color:#290F36; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/ ... awn2-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:250px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #261E0E; width:514px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} .ND-Aug1Imagecred {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} </style> - Tharin Lupei - 08-07-2012 His ears flattened, looking at the panic in Augustus' features. They were both warriors, trying to protect their pack. Tharin was clearly the one that didn't know what he was doing though. All he'd meant to do was track down the female. Gently Tharin deposited the pup that he'd rescued on the ground. Wincing as the rough tongue ran over his body Tharin glanced over at Augustus. He was going to get chewed out for this. It had been a stupid move, though he hadn't seemed to be able to stop himself. Just the sight of the pup had been enough to destroy his plan. Head lowered he whined softly, submitting to the great behemoth. He didn't want to make this worse. I am sorry brother. I had not meant to attack, simply to track her. His eyes fell to the pup, asleep from exhaustion. The reason why he'd been drawn in by her was clear to see. Nodding his head Tharin winced a little, the pain still running through his body. At least his leg was better somewhat, the majority of the dirt cleaned out from the mangled flesh. As soon as I get this pup to the den. - Augustus - 08-11-2012 [html] OOC: Aug's just being a jerk, feel free to have Tharin call him out on it and Aug will help him with the pup|| Word Count →306 Augustus leapt away from the little creature, as if he'd been burned. He'd not seen the small pup at first, and her presence unsettled him. A single sniff told him that this was not Kiara's blood, but another..."Why bring it here?" He said gruffly with a lip curled unpleasantly. "It's not Kiara's." The male was not intentionally cruel, but the wolves of New Dawn were his family, the young one was not theirs to care for, not Tharin's to rescue. He was confused by his brother's actions. She seemed well enough, drained, but breathing steadily and unbled. "She is not of New Dawn." He said firmly, tail curling as he studied the little she-wolf, sniffing her. There were other scents in her fur, Amy's maybe, Kohaku's? He poked his nose into her pelt to breathe it in deeper. At least he'd be able to recognize them by scent now and he returned to Tharin. He wasn't done with the tawny brute yet.
.ND-Aug1ooc {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} .ND-Aug1 p {padding:0px 20px 5px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .ND-Aug1 b {color:#FEF380; text-shadow: 0.0em 0.0em 0.2em #BF8F30; letter-spacing:1px;} .ND-Aug1 {font-family: tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size:11px; color:#FFFFFF; letter-spacing:.2px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:15px; text-align: justify; margin:0px auto; margin:5px auto; width:514px;} .ND-Aug1inner{background-color:#290F36; background-image:url(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v434/ ... awn2-1.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; padding:250px 0px 10px 0px; border:1px solid #261E0E; width:514px; border-radius:10px; -moz-border-radius:10px; -webkit-border-radius:10px; margin:0 auto;} .ND-Aug1Imagecred {font-style:italic; color:#000000;} </style> - Tharin Lupei - 08-12-2012 Augustus leaped backwards, surprise in his features. Tharin was too tired to react. He just stared at Augustus, waiting for the epsilon to calm down enough to take it in. Glancing down at the pup Tharin remembered how frightened she'd been, shivering with fear and pain. She'd been hurt, despite her youth. Not a bad injury, just limping, but still one that he held Amy responsible for. She is a pup. There was no other explanation needed beyond that for him. As she was a pup, she needed to be protected and raised. That was all there was to it. It was a natural instinct, caring for youth. They were the pack's future. She is now. Tharin stood tall, daring Augustus to challenge him on that. I could not leave her as she was. Tharin was not one to step in and pick a fight. If it had been an adult wolf that Amy had captured and tormented Tharin would have walked away and thought no more of it. An adult could protect itself, and if it couldn't then that was simply the law of survival of the fittest. Pups were a different case though. They weren't able to defend themselves. That's why the pack cared for them. She does not know. Tharin wouldn't tell her something like that. In a flash Tharin was on his feet, growling at Augustus. Even though the epsilon was larger than him, he would fight. Blood dripped slowly from his injured leg, hackles raised as he stood over the pup. You're the one being a fool now! You would turn a pup away and let it die? I may not have been strong enough to defeat Amy, but I saved the pup! She is New Dawn's now, and you will treat her as pack! - Augustus - 08-15-2012 [html] OOC: I never said I wanted a 'likeable' character, >.< || Word Count →375 Augustus couldn't quite tell the pup's injury by looking at her, but injured or not she had no place in New Dawn. In Tharin's place he would have left the pup to her fate, thinking it another casualty of the wild. Though often well-meaning the northern man lacked compassion. He'd been shaped by the Yukon winters, the leagues of harsh, unyielding country. What he failed to realize was that this was not the harsh wilds of the north, injured wolves could be saved, nurtured and returned to a state of health and vitality.
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Family. Duty. Honor. Word Count→ 000 OOC: table love Augustus' harsh words lacked the bite they should have, an order for Tharin's health rather than an order simply out of being in control. Tharin knew that Augustus, as gruff as he was, cared for the pack, and as an extension, him. That didn't mean he was going to back down on it. True, Augustus was right in that laying down was a good idea. The loss of blood wasn't good. He had managed to limp back home though, so surely he could last longer. Especially now that he was safe. He just had to secure a safe place for the pup now.
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Family. Duty. Honor. Word Count→ 000 OOC: love your siggy, who made it? Nodding his head in grim satisfaction Tharin accepted the licks, returning one of his own across Augustus' nose. It was painful, moving back towards the dens. He refused to slow down though, knowing he had to get back. The wounds were bad, the worst that he'd had. At least the bleeding had slowed a little, if still flowing. The epsilon came swiftly to Tharin's side, crossing the distance Tharin had covered with ease. The young pup dangled in his grasp, eyes opening a little before dropping shut again. They were lucky she hadn't been awake for that fight.
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