[M] She's standing in the heart of darkness...

Augustus · 05-16-2012, 02:32 PM

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Ooc: Foredated to May 17th WC: 823

Augustus awoke just as the first of dawns light began to creep over the horizon. He’d moved them back into the communal den the night before after he was certain that her heat was truly at its end. His relief at its departure was unfathomable, and yesterday’s hunt with his new pack sister had served to ease the tension that had gripped him for what seemed to be a very long time. The confrontation with Zalen and Titania had rattled him to his very core. The very fact that he, ever the faithful warrior, had even considered rebelling against his Alphas’ made him feel so very wrong inside. If he didn’t have enough to think about before he certainly did now, and Ciara. He’d been so angry with her, so angry with Zalen. How could he betray his trust? He, who had been ever faithful, he who had put his life on the line time and again to ensure the safety of his pack, and he’d nearly been betrayed…again. It stung him, incited a burning rage that had taken hours to abate. Ciara had ensured him that nothing had happened, but had the two of them continued uninterrupted, would she have stopped it? He was not so sure. Zalen was the Alpha of the pack, and she, just an Epsilon, like him. It was a miracle that he and Titania had showed up at the right moment. He did not resent the Alphess, for her actions. She was just as he was, and was within her right to discipline Ciara as she had, but…That did not mean he liked it. Ciara was his after all.

Ahh, Ciara. His sweet, golden Ciara. Keeping her close to him all throughout her heat had been maddening, there had been many a time that he watched her sleep, grinding his teeth, his eyes set on her rump. How many times had he thought of mounting her? But the thought of pups scared him, as little else could. He dreamed of them often, just as she, but his dreams had been nightmares. How many times had he seen the same vision over and over again? It always started the same way. She, in the den, her body contracting as each whelp was brought into the world. He stalked about at the den’s mouth, pacing back and forth, back and forth. He too saw the little beings with golden patches upon their pelts, but the white whelp was not there in his, instead the pup was black, a boy…and he had his grandfather’s eyes. He would watch then as the pup grew and grew, and when he was full grown it was Lionel looking back at him…and he was smiling.

This very same nightmare woke him that morning and the bi-colored wolf gave a start. His breathing had become rapid in his dreaming, and he panted for breath until his eyes adjusted to the dim expanse of the den. His eyes passed over the sleeping forms of his brothers and sisters, and he soon calmed, soothed by their peaceful presence. When his breathing leveled he looked over the sleeping form of his mate. Her head was rested upon his own paws, as his head had taken the hollow of her neck in the night. She looked so innocent, so pure. That was why he could not take her. She was a maiden still, and despite all his reluctance at their mateship, he cared for her. He would wait to take her until she herself asked him to. It sent a not entirely unpleasant chill down his spine. He wanted her, and that moment had been on his mind for the past two weeks. But there was something between them, a barrier keeping one from the other. It was not visible, but it was present on the inside. They knew so little about each other, and despite how many times Augustus had tried to open up to her, something had gotten in the way. Not this time.

So very slowly he slid his paws out from under her chin, and regained his feet. Once again on all fours he shook off the loose tufts of hairs that had not gone from him the previous day. His shedding was a nuisance, as he had far more fur to shed than the rest of his brothers and sisters. His winter coat was thick and double layered, and not so easy to be rid of. As the fur fell he began to look much slimmer, though his size was not diminished he simply looked more lithe. His muscles appeared leaner, not bulky as they did in the winter months, regardless, he was still quite tall. When as much hair fell as was like to he reached his head down to nudge gently at his mate’s shoulder, even lingering to nuzzle it briefly. Ciara. He whispered in his hoarse way, hoping to wake her.

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