[M] [AW] I never thought I'd be in bloom...

Ciara O'Callahan · 03-04-2012, 12:16 PM

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WARNING: This thread contains material exceeding the general board rating of PG-13. It may contain very strong language, drug usage, graphic violence, or graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

OOC:: Soo Ciara's in heat for the first time! I'm hoping for a few things - a male taking interest (Augustus maybe, but whoever), a wolf to tell her what's happening to her, and maybe an Alpha to explain the rules. Anything else is welcome too! Hoping for multiple posters Smile WC: 570

In Character

The seasons were changing.

Ciara, having been curled up in the den, woke with a start and snapped her head up, her tawuny ears pricked, but turned to the side a little anxiously. She’d been dreaming of a battle, of fighting off some threat to the pack that she’d found at the borders. The newly appointed Epsilon had been laying on her side with her front paws curled to her chest, her back legs kicking occasionally and her teeth baring. Unbeknownst to her, each time she kicked or moved her tail, a strange scent had wafted from her, lifting into the air with each movement of her body. Eventually, that smell had drifted its way to her own twitching nose, which had caused her awakening.

The Epsilon blinked a few times, giving a rough shake of her head. What is wrong with me? she questioned herself quietly. Her golden, mismatched fur bristled for reasons she didn’t know. She felt on edge, vulnerable. Every touch of her body against something fuelled a new energy within her, some new kind of longing. All at once, she didn’t like it. Had she eaten something that would have caused this? The girl couldn’t remember the last time she’d sniffed at a strange plant, so that couldn’t be it. Was it a case of bad meat? No, it couldn’t be – she and Augustus had cached the left over deer and it was still frozen with the ground.

Irritated, and worrying, Ciara stood up and shook her fur out, bounding from the den more noisily than she’d intended. The female was uncomfortable in her own body. She felt trapped within crawling, sensitive skin and heightened senses. Crouching, the mottled female dug her paws into the snow and dirt beneath her and took off at a sprint. Surely, running would help? Evidently not. She let out a snarl as even the wind in her fur felt sensual, caressing her lithe body until her snarl turned into a whimper. “What the fuck is going on,” she growled to herself, tail moving to hug her legs as she turned back to the den.

In a disgruntled and worried state, Ciara flopped into her little nook. Her every movement sent the wave of pheromones, the scent of her predicament into and around the den. The Epsilon didn’t know it, but her body was broadcasting things she’d never expected to happen so soon. She tipped her head to look at the salt-and-pepper ball that was Augustus. The normal leap her heart gave at the sight of him was different now, too. A helpless, quiet whine split from her when she realized that it had morphed into a fire, tickling at her already hypersensitive and irritated frame.

Surely this was some cruel joke from someone, a hazing for her new rank, perhaps. All Ciara knew was that it was hell, and that it was changing her. The golden flecks in her eyes glowed as she looked at Augustus, seeing him in a different light, and finding her mind reaching places that had her blushing beneath her fur. She forced her eyes to close, dipping her nose between her paws and trying to force herself to sleep to no avail, hoping that when she woke, it’d be over.

What Ciara didn’t understand was that she had entered her first heat cycle. To the rest of the pack, however, it would be abundantly clear.

Augustus · 03-05-2012, 08:53 PM

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OOC: || WC +601

He was sleeping more soundly than he had in a while. All the business with the cougar, Ciara’s injury, it had all proven too much for him in the end. His shoulders were heavy and sore with the weight of the burden. It was hard on him, harder than he dare say, but he was happy that she was well enough, and would recover quickly. He’d been sure to adjust his placing in the den so as to be near to her in case her health were to take a turn for the worse, or if she were to need him in any way. She was fully cemented in his consciousness now and all he cared for was her well-being. His eyes opened briefly as she tossed and turned, but they soon rolled back into his head as his lids slipped closed again. His sleep was dreamless for the first time in days, and he hardly stirred, immobile until she made a sudden movement or cried out. He was weary, so very weary, and her sounds never fully roused him. It had been agonizing for him to watch her as she cried out in pain, but whatever Deuce was doing it was helping. If he wasn’t already grateful to the elder woman he certainly was now. Her healing salves and restorative touch seemed to be doing Ciara a service. She hadn’t been terribly wounded, still fixable, not like Terra, but the coy wolf was recovering as well, much to his dismay. He had been fully content in her suffering. It was Terra’s fault for what happened to Ciara, and his hatred only seemed to be growing. If she hadn’t riled the cat Ciara would be whole now. He could not wait for her to leave.

The mutant black male had established himself her protector, but the man needn’t have bothered. He would not have harmed her, not after Zalen had commanded that she be healed. Besides, he had his own concerns. Even his anger seemed to have taken a backseat, but it was not diminished. It still flared to life every now and again whenever he saw the ugly brute, Shadow, in fact. He watched him closely whenever he was near, ready with a raised lip and glaring yellow eyes, but he would not often leave Ciara’s side, unless she were to leave the den herself. The incident with the cougar was not without its bright side. It had led to her promotion, and now they were on level footing. He could look into her eyes now, if he wished it, although he could not yet bring himself to. He did not know what it was he would see there. It made him feel vulnerable. If eyes truly were the window to the soul would she see the darkness inside him as well?

Finally, her persisting whines and cries drew him from slumber. He blinked once, twice before finally lifting his head from the warmth of his white tail. As soon as he withdrew and heaved a breath her scent rose up like a brick wall. His eyes widened, a shiver traveling down his spine. Their gazes met, the same emotions of longing and desire mirrored in both brown and yellow. He found he could not look away, despite his former misgivings. He rose quickly from his place and strode slowly and deliberately towards her as if by a magnetic force, his eyes on hers all the while. He licked his lips as he drew closer. Ciara… He muttered, his voice a guttural rasp emitted from deep in his throat.

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Zalen Damaichu · 03-05-2012, 09:14 PM

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It was the masterful and incommunicable

wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of

life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the

savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.

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Zalen’s a creeper, don’t mind him Big Grin

Zalen had been watching her, his apple green eyes tuned to every moment of her suddenly attractive body. She was in heat, and the musk of it prickled his skin and caused his fur to stand on end, but he lay rooted to the spot beside his sleeping mate. But every twitch of her sleeping form seemed to drive him to madness in his own half-awake sleep, until finally the spell was broken when her head shot up and, with a confused and agitated look to her, Ciara bounded out of the cavern.

Zalen gave a nearly audible sigh of relief and went to rest his head against his outstretched paws to see if he could recapture his nap. But it was not to be so, for the dusty gray of Augustus’ form stirred, and he too moved out of the den, obviously in pursuit of Ciara’s tantalizing body. The Alpha huffed out I frustration, and forcibly removed himself from Titania’s warm side. He shook himself, and slowly trotted to the edge of the cave, peering out just enough to see what would transpire between the two. He did not want to interfere in any kind of blossoming romance, but he knew what the heat-scent could do to a male, and he wanted to make sure that Ciara’s honor remained intact, even if he had to fight the male Epsilon off.

Ciara O'Callahan · 03-05-2012, 10:04 PM

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OOC:: Va-va-voom. xD WC: 748

In Character

It was pure torment, being stuck this way and not knowing at first what was wrong with her. Soon after she’d returned to the den and flopped back down, she figured it out. Having laid her head on her paws and letting out an irritated snort, her brown gaze had fixed in front of her. She took the time to narrow down the possibilities, perhaps secretly knowing what the matter was but not wanting to address it. She’d ruled out food poisoning, herb poisoning, bad water. She didn’t think she was going insane, even though she felt like it. Perhaps a fever was setting in, resulting from her injuries? The broken ribs still pained and made running, eating, practically everything difficult. Deuce’s remedies were working, surely, but she was still prone to a dangerous turn.

As she thought on fevers, she remembered something her mother had told her when she was a pup. Ciara had, of course, been too young for the awkward discussion of the birds and the bees but her mother had done her best to explain what the “special fever” felt like. Perhaps the alabaster female had known she wouldn’t be with her pup for long, especially with the ever-present threat of Ciara’s father. Pushing the thought of the male from her mind, she returned instead to what her mother had said. Heightened sensitivity? Check. Aggression? Check. Irritability? Check. Increased interest in males? Uh-oh.

Her gaze snapped to Augustus as soon as the realization hit her, only to meet his yellow gaze. She swallowed, visibly, and her ears twitched for a moment. It was their first time exchanging direct eye contact, and while she’d dreamed about him looking at her full on with obvious interest, she hadn’t expected it to be this intense. His eyes seemed to burn right through her until a whimper left her, head lifting from her paws as her tongue came out, licking at her lips. Then, he was moving towards her. Augustus was coming at her like a wolf stalking his prey, and she felt a spark of anxiety even though she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. A moment later, that was gone, and she was rising to meet him.

Her ears pushed forward, and she took one step so that their snouts were close. Delicately, she gave a single testing lick to the corner of his mouth. After that single touch, she was no longer governed by her mind, but by her hormones. In any normal circumstance, she would have worried that Augustus found her silly, or disrespectful. She would have kept her behaviour in check so as not to offend or disappoint him. The regular Ciara would have scoffed at the loss of control, but this Ciara, a different Ciara, revelled in it. This new version of the golden Epsilon was a flirt, even so far as to call her a tease, and she acted accordingly. After that lick had made its mark, Ciara walked forward as close to Augustus as she could get without knocking him over.

Her golden fur meshed with his black and white, until she could almost feel her bare skin on his. Not only had their fur mingled, but their scents as well. Hers was doubtlessly intoxicating to him, and she gave a soft rumble of pleasure at the thought. Instead of worrying over what he was thinking, the hormone-driven female was excited over the reaction she was getting from him. When she came around to his other side, she rubbed along there too before dipping her head beneath his chin. A nip was placed to the white fur there, normally a submissive gesture, but this time a flirtatious one. Occasionally, Ciara would return to her wits and panic over what the hell she was doing, but then it’d be right back to that sultry satisfaction.

After rubbing beneath his chin, she turned to look at him over her shoulder and flicked her tail up. Gently, she allowed the tip of it to flick across his throat briefly. Then, her eyes caught the candy green gaze of their Alpha. She was so caught up in her heat, and in the heat she was causing within Augustus, that she couldn’t bring herself to act immediately. Her ears twitched a little, and for a moment a smirk formed on her lips before her expression grew more serious. She knew that mating was forbidden without permission from the Alphas, but was she still allowed to flirt?

Augustus · 03-08-2012, 01:05 PM

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OOC: Apologies for the shortness || WC +548

The burning desire reverberating through him that very moment was almost too much to bear. It was a furnace inside him, a heat growing and devouring him, starting up from his very core and working downwards. All he could think of were her curves, how alluring she was as the two strode towards one another. Their steps seemed to mirror each others, and their eyes. He could not let her gaze escape him, his yellow, green-flecked pools seeing nothing else, and her scent. The usually salty sweet smell of the ocean on her fur was replaced by something else. A perfume, sweet, and seductive, subtle as sin. A shiver went down his spine, as his slow deliberate steps finally brought him to her. He was rigid a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Her warm tongue tasted the edge of his lips and he closed his eyes, her very touch seeming to stir something within him. A part of him that had been long asleep. His body was alive, his skin shifting and shivering with the caress of her warm breath on his fur.

He’d never been around a woman in heat before…it was intoxicating, he did not know if he would be able to control himself. It seemed all intelligible thought was lost to him. He hardly knew what he was doing, what was going on. His tongue rose up to meet hers after her first testing lick, his tail in a slow and deliberate wag. He licked at her muzzle, almost tenderly. His ears lay back to his skull, and his eyes slowly closed after his long stare. The fact that she had not shied away, not hidden from his gaze did nothing but to encourage him. She looked upon the darkness and did not fear it. There was nothing more to restrain him, nothing more that he need worry from her.

Then she was there nuzzling into his chest. A gesture he might have indulged for a moment before setting out on some self-appointed task, but this time he leaned into it. He nuzzled into her fur with his head and chin, reveling in the feel of her warm body beneath him. He growled and whined with pleasure, as she worked her way about his body. Every part of him seemed to come alive at her touch, or even the thought of it. He was an animal, not a thinking, reasoning being, and he wanted her. Her tail caressed his chin and he rounded on her, standing tall before her, face to face once again.

It was terribly hard for him to focus on any other scent besides her heat-scent, but when he inhaled deeply he noticed a trace of someone else. Someone familiar was watching, and his head turned in alarm a moment, only for his eyes to rest on sable pelted Alpha. His senses started to return to him. No, this was not right. What he was feeling inside, it could not be. Ciara was not his mate, he could not have her, but that did not mean he did not want her. She was…irresistible, to him, and with a pained whine he returned his attention to her and the seductive scent of her heat, his body now in conflict with his mind.

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Zalen Damaichu · 03-17-2012, 08:51 PM

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It was the masterful and incommunicable

wisdom of eternity laughing at the futility of

life and the effort of life. It was the Wild, the

savage, frozen-hearted Northland Wild.

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Oh god, I’m so sorry about the wait here guys D: Zalen now will leave you alone

Despite his trying to keep out of sight, it was only an eventuality that they would spot him. And they did, both looking upon him with pleading eyes, Ciara nearly jittering out of her skin to touch Augustus and he looking ready to burst. It was obvious the two wanted to be alone, and though Zalen’s mind and the selfish, male part of him wanted to take Ciara away from the male Epsilon and hoard her, he knew this was a silly and animalistic thought and one he could not harbor. So with a sigh and a flick of his tail he looked to Augustus with a sharp glance, I will know. Was all he said, making it clear that if the male did in fact copulate with what was not his, the Alpha would smell it upon both of them, and wrath would surely rain down upon them.

But, he trusted his subordinates, and would allow them their romantic play, as long as they kept it decent. So, Zalen turned away from them and re-entered the cave to snuggle up once more with his sleepy mate, making sure to snuff out the musk of heat-scent from his snout before doing so.

Ciara O'Callahan · 03-19-2012, 03:48 PM

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OOC:: Sorry it's so short! Sad WC: 400+

In Character

Ciara was frankly amazed when the sable Alpha moved away from the pair. Even in her lust-drunk haze, she still knew that there would be consequences for the two being so close. They weren’t a mated pair and they certainly didn’t have permission. Why had Zalen been so lenient on them? She’d fully expected to be chased away from Augustus with growls and snaps, but it seemed that Zalen was letting them decide what to do on their own. That trust quelled any rebellious flare within the new Epsilon. If Zalen had forbidden them outright, or had been harsh, the calico female might have been inclined to disobey him just for spite, for the heat hormones were indeed making her spiteful. But, since Zalen had left them be, she knew she’d feel too guilty if she did what she wanted to do Augustus.

And did she ever want to do things to him. Her earth coloured eyes glanced into his fiery ones for a moment, making a lasting eye contact that rivalled the one of a few moments prior. Then, that gaze trailed over his scarred snout and down the full length of his large, muscular body. Even with the scars on his face, he was a very handsome male, very strong. Her instincts were screaming at her that he would make a good mate, would give her strong and healthy pups as she knew she could give him. A soft whimper left her throat as they were left alone, and she was left to these thoughts.

Slowly, she moved closer to Augustus and dropped the flirtatious vixen act. They wouldn’t be allowed to do anything, so there was no point trying to entice him. Augustus put his duty first, Ciara knew that, and she wanted to do so too even though she was nearly burning with desire for him. It was then that the Epsilon realized she was embarrassed of her state. It was a natural thing for females to go through, but knowing that every male – and female – within a wide radius could smell what she was going through? That was a little too much for the woman. As she pressed into her Epsilon, nosing at his throat, she wondered if she shouldn’t leave the pack lands for a few days.

She mulled over that while waiting for Augustus to say something, anything to ease her embarrassment, and the tension between them.

Augustus · 03-22-2012, 11:21 AM

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ooc Sorry for the wait, and I love exploring this side of him, don't see it often enough xD. WC: 683

Augustus

The pressure of the Alpha’s eyes upon him sent an unexpected chill down his spine. If he were to lose control, the consequences were clear and he retreated a step back from Ciara, however reluctantly. Her tantalizing scent continued to plague him despite the move and he found himself pulled towards her again. But how nice it would be to lose control…just once…Her eyes met his and his fur bristled. A shudder ran down his spine and suddenly it was his gaze retreating. It withdrew to the earth below them, remaining there even as her gaze wandered the contours of his body. He was conscious suddenly, turning the grisly side of his face from her. The wounds were old, but no less ugly, not less extensive. The fur had grown to try to reclaim them, but they were wide enough not to matter. The fur would never fully conceal them. Perhaps they were a good thing, the trademark of a monster, a constant cautionary sight screaming at her to ‘stay away.’ Whatever happened between them, it would only end in pain. He knew it, he would hurt her, whether he wished to or not. He was relieved when she no longer advanced on him so aggressively, and tried to keep his breathing under control, shallow for the sake of her maddening heat-scent.

He was a beast of restraint, where it mattered, anyways. Duty first, always. His obsession with Ciara had to come second to the needs of his pack, but their needs were now the same, both Epsilon’s. He began to realize that he could no longer use his rank as an excuse. He shuffled his paws in discomfort, before reclining his haunches and sitting. He felt her nose in the thick fur of his throat and turned head to nuzzle the top of her head, his eyes closing a moment. He withdrew again, unable to fully turn away, but unable to act on his desires, either. He lifted his head to gaze imploringly at the moon, hoping its silvery form would grant him clarity. An ear twitched and he was soon turning back to her. To his surprise he enjoyed having her so close, despite her alluring scent and the call of his instincts. Her company…it was comforting. He no longer felt so alone. Though he was a part of a pack, and important one at that, he could not help but feel isolated from his brothers and sisters from time to time. He was different from the rest of them, purer, but also wilder. He couldn’t help but feel that they watched him closely, like he was a ticking-time bomb ready to go off at a moment’s notice, and he surely felt that way.

“Ciara…” He sighed finally after a long silence. It was clear what they both wanted, and there was no better time to address it. She did not tease him any longer, and that made things easier for the both of them. Perhaps they could talk now. They had been silent on this for too long. “You don’t want me.” He started. “I’m…I’m a monster. I’d only hurt you, not intentionally, but somewhere down the line…” He turned his face away, but the words did not cease. It had been too long, he turned to face her again. “But I want you…and I can’t resist you forever.” He poured out his heart to her, his face grim and sad. It was clear that it pained him to say these things. “You deserve someone better. No matter how hard I try I am my father's son, I know that now, and sooner or later I'll do something terrible. I don't want you to be dragged down with me." He’d never spoken of his father to Ciara, nor anyone else. But now, should she still want him he would have to tell her. The things he’d seen his father do, and the things he wanted to do. He was no better than Lionel in many ways, though he strived not to be. There were some things that would not change.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 03-22-2012, 01:12 PM

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She’d finally been able to quell the raging hormones inside of her, summing it up to being the fault of Zalen. Perhaps the comforting light of the moon helped as well, or maybe it was the warmth of Augustus’ body against hers. She nuzzled to his throat, and moved her jaw down to lick beneath his chin for a moment. Then, he began speaking, breaking the awkward silence that had grown between them. She moved away just enough so she could face him when he began to speak, but suddenly wished she hadn’t. He would definitely be able to see her earthen eyes widen at his words, ears swivelling to pick up each phoneme of the words she’d been waiting to hear for so long.

At first, his words were confusing. Why did he think she didn’t want him? The calico female had been struck on him nearly from the first day of her arrival in New Dawn, and every moment they had to bond had just strengthened that girlish crush until it had changed uncontrollably into something much more mature, and strong. She opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off when he kept talking. A monster. Eyebrows raised at that, but she kept silent, letting him finish. She always had the sense that Augustus loathed some deep part of himself, and this was it – the explanation. He blamed himself for his father’s sins, and thought that he would end up being the same. Ciara couldn’t imagine the stoic, snowy male every harming her, and even if he did hurt her, as long as it was unintentional, she was sure they could work past it. Next, he said what she’d been waiting to hear.

He wanted her! For a moment a smile broke out on her muzzle, and then she frowned. Did he want her for her, or was it just instinct? Just the hormones that were calling them both to do what they were forbidden? If that was the only way he wanted her, Ciara didn’t know if she could stand it. She knew the male was capable of more, and knew that she deserved more. The calico wanted nothing more than for the Epsilon to want her for who she was, not just because of the season. Those insecurities put a damper on what should have been an ecstatic moment, and she knew she’d have to voice them to him. He was opening up to her, so she’d pay him the same courtesy, whether it made them both uncomfortable or not.

“Augustus,” she began her tone both sombre and soft. “I don’t believe that you are a monster, and I don’t believe you capable of hurting me in any way that couldn’t be fixed. You care about this pack; you put yourself in danger to ensure our safety. No monster would be able to do that. I’m not saying you’re some kind of golden hero, because that’s unrealistic, but you’re a good wolf. You have a good heart, and strength that I only wish I had.” She kept her eyes focused on his fiery ones, not moving any closer just yet, in case he pulled away. “Warning me of danger isn’t going to stop me from…from loving you,” she said, her eyes dropping immediately. It was hard to get those words out, hard because she was afraid that he would reject her, that when he said he wanted her, he’d only meant her heat. After a few moments to compose herself, she gained the strength to continue. “I’m not going to ignore that just because of something that might happen, and I’m not going to stop wanting you.”

With those words, she moved forward and once again tucked her nose to his throat. She had never felt more vulnerable than right then, waiting for his answer, for his rejection. Her slender body was tense as she expected him to push her away. Everything to do with her heat was all but forgotten as she waited, holding her breath. These next few seconds could change her life, either for the better, or for the worse. She tried not to get her hopes up. Augustus could find someone a thousand times better than her.

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