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Augustus · 05-02-2012, 01:26 PM

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ooc WC Bleh, not as good a post as I was hoping to write, but had to join in || 610

Augustus

The white and black Epsilon was as restless as ever. He’d left Ciara in the den alone that morning, to patrol, anything. Ever since his talk with Shandom, he knew it was about time to bring everything to light to trust her with his past, his darkest fears, everything that made him who he was. She deserved to know, and his enduring reluctance was wearing on her, so much so he could see it. He shrugged it all off, using his duty to distract him. Things were quiet in New Dawn since their encounter with the cougar and bear, the threats had passed. He relieved himself on the borders, ensuring that all the surrounding wolves knew that New Dawn’s borders were protected, and he would remain vigilant in this duty. He often took solace in his duty. There was little else he could do well. His social charms were especially lacking, and his friends were few. This didn’t bother him. As long as he had Ciara, if he was not losing her as well. He gave his head a hearty shake and continued on. Call it a hunch, or whatever it could be called, but something caused him to turn suddenly, to head back to the den.

On his way there his sensitive ears perked. There were voices on the air, a female’s. He slowed his pace, and proceeded with more caution. The voice was angered, there was shouting. His brows creased and he pressed onwards, slowly, cautiously. If whatever was happening came to blows, his bulk would be needed. He steeled himself for whatever it was that lay before him on the horizon, muscles tensing. The scents followed shortly afterwards. As they drifted towards him he began to put two and two together. He recognized the voice as Titania’s, and her scent confirmed it. Zalen was there as well. This concerned him. Were the Alpha’s fighting? On a closer inspection a third scent wafted towards him, it was not quite as powerful as it would have been, for the water had served to dull it down, mask it, but it was there. Heat scent. His pelt bristled with it, even more so when he recognized it, not just as heat-scent but that of his mate’s. The sea smell of Ciara was dull in comparison to the seductive aroma which sought to overcome it.

He was powerless to stop himself as his paws picked up the pace and he raced towards them, body tensed, pelt bristled. He did not flatten his ears, they remained perked to determine what was the cause for the distress. He came to an abrupt halt upon the trio. One look. It only took one look and the male bared his fangs. “What’s going on here?!” he snarled, body aggressive. He would have run to Ciara, but Titania was blocking him from her. Ciara in heat, Titania, enraged, standing between the two. His eyes darted from face to face, to face. Ciara was dangerously close to the water’s edge. He didn’t know what to do, but his face heated with rage, mirroring the Alphess. He might have been overstepping his bounds, but Ciara was his mate. The way Zalen was looking at her, the way she’d been looking at him… “She’s mine.” He said, his voice dangerously low, gutteral with anger and with the heat radiating from his mate. He shot a glare to his mate, attempting to cow her into submission, to remind her as much as Zalen. Her life was not her own. If anyone took her, it would be him, he didn’t care who rose up to challenge that, not even his Alpha.

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