Unacceptable

Ciara O'Callahan · 07-12-2012, 01:00 PM

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OOC:: Noot a problem Stormie! <3 If anyone's allowed to PP her, it's you. Big Grin WC: 531

In Character

Though she had not met Fayne personally she’d felt sick with worry ever since hearing of her attack. Then another one, and the disappearance of Kohaku? The emotions inside her were all jumbled together and she often found herself thinking on how lovely it would feel to snap the blonde bitch’s neck. Amy Saunders was a disgusting piece, a lowly dog who dared to shed the blood of New Dawn, who prowled in search of defenceless characters to injure for no reason. She longed to prowl the borders alongside her mate, to be part of the team that delivered her head to Zalen and to Fayne.

Augustus had come to her before he set out for his own prowling, informing her that Zalen and Shandom had gone. Instantly she tensed with worry. What if Anathema defended Saunders and performed some atrocity like attacking them? What if war was declared? A growl had sounded in her throat and she’d risen from the ground of the den, hackles raised and bristling while her fangs all but dripped with vengeance. Then, something had happened that she’d not expected. Augustus had ordered her to keep to the den.

She remembered the wide-eyed look she’d given him at that. Stay in the den? Allow him to patrol the borders himself? But she was an Epsilon too! A defender of the pack just as he was! Her paw had stomped on the ground and she was about to make a growling reply that she would most certainly not stay in the den when her mate’s eyes had hardened. He gave her that stern, authoritative look she could not fight against, and slowly her anger died. A whimper had left her, a consenting nip had been given to his chin, and she’d resigned herself to the protection of the den. He couldn't focus on defending the pack if he was worried about her.

It was there she was laying when Zalen’s howl cut through the air very close to her. She jumped at first, and then jumped up, tail wagging. Zalen and Shandom were back and they were fine! She was about to burst from the den happily and pounce Shandom, who she thought of as an older brother, when she took a second to listen to the tone of the howl. It was grim. Serious. Almost menacing. The Epsilon’s golden fur bristled as her lips pulled back in a silent snarl. Her pack was in danger, and she was prepared to defend them.

Golden paws brought her out of the den a few moments later. In the time she’d needed to compose her snarling self a few pack members had arrived. She made eye contact with all of them and gave them each a singular nod, before her eyes fell on her behemoth. She moved to his side and answered his private whine with a whimper of her own, nuzzling at his ear for a moment before turning to Zalen. As she was in heat once again, she kept her tail curled tightly around herself and pressed reassuringly to Augustus’ side. She knew how protective he was of her in this state, but all of his efforts of defense would need to focus on whatever Zalen had called them for.

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