Spring Cleaning

Ciara O'Callahan · 04-04-2012, 09:58 AM

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OOC: Thanks for replying guys! And thank youuu Stormie. Big Grin <3 WC: 663

While waiting for a return call from her pack mates, Ciara had continued to pick up what bits of metal she could lift, moving them to one spot. She wasn’t sure how to get rid of the metal. Her mind was working for a solution. If she broke own the hulking vehicle into smaller bits of metal it would look better than the rusting heap sitting there in the clearing. It would break apart easily, being brittle with rust and weathering. For a moment she considered putting it in the ocean, but then scowled when she thought of the aquatic creatures having to deal with the mess instead of her. If pack mates came then perhaps they could all dig a hole large enough to bury the wreck. They could put this dead metal thing in the grave it deserved.

She was busying herself with her task, oblivious to Cerberus’ mumbling until he jumped up on the hood of the car, startling her. She leapt back, fur rising and teeth gleaming until she recognized who it was. The boycoy looked different with his fur cut and fashioned and filled with feathers. She canted her head to the side, allowing a smile to curl on her muzzle and about to answer him when he addressed her as his “angel.” Wolf eyebrows raised then as her earthen eyes narrowed a little. His tone was strange, not the normally sweet and jubilant voice of the Cerberus she knew. Was he mocking her? Where normally his little cocky nuances would have amused her, now they caused her fur to raise, guard hairs pointing as she forced herself to keep back a growl. She wasn’t a “dame” or a damsel in distress, she was an Epsilon of New Dawn, a warrior and huntress and she could very well handle herself.

She held back the scathing comments she wanted to make and took a few paces towards him, glancing up. The calico Epsilon didn’t like that the boycoy was standing on a higher point than her. Even if he was her friend, he was still the Omega. Didn’t he know that standing higher than a higher-ranking wolf was a sort of challenge? He wasn’t used to packs or the hierarchy, but surely there must have been some instinct telling him that he was wrong. She could sense that something was off about him, though, and decided to focus on that instead of his probably unintentional insolence. Maybe he had indulged in some of the smoking, smelly plant she’d once found Jacinto using. She recalled the eccentric coyote telling her that it changed the way someone saw the world. That was probably what was wrong with Cerberus.

“I’m exploring the new land as our Alpha requested,” she began, ignoring the mocking pet names and the bitterness she felt was dripping in his voice. “I found this blemish and I plan to remove it. Come down from there and help me?” She tipped her head up again and tried to smile, even though she was inwardly hurt. He was treating her so differently, so oddly, and she hated it. This wasn’t the Cerberus she knew before. When Augustus’ howl rang through the air she instantly felt relief that she’d be joined by him. The golden girl flashed the pale Omega a hurt look when he jeered at her, her ears twitching in irritation as she turned towards the direction her mate was coming from. She tried to wipe any proof of discomfort or uneasiness from her features, knowing Augustus would detect such a thing easily. Silently, she hoped that Cerberus would drop the pet names and respect that Augustus was her mate, otherwise she had no doubts her companion would be quick to remind the boycoy of his place. She didn’t want to see them fighting, and never wanted to see anyone hurt no matter how much he was annoying her. Naively, she hoped that the two males would be friends.

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