The Way of Fang and Claw

Augustus · 06-18-2012, 03:52 PM

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OOC Sorry for the wait, hope this makes up for it. And Auggie's an ass, but a good one, just takes some time to get him to warm up, xP / +682

What took place between Terra and Augustus was something that haunted him to this day. It showed him just how much like his father he had become, which both frightened, and angered him. He, however, felt just as betrayed as she. If she would have heeded his warnings to stay away, she would not have found herself within the borders, ravaged by a cougar. A cougar which he had to dispatch, at great cost to himself. Did he wish to kill Terra? Yes. He would not deny it, in fact he had even admitted his intentions to Shandom. She had trespassed, she broke the law, never mind her delirium. He had warned her, and she had refused to hear him. It was as much her fault as his, a conflict of interest. He was doing his duty, to his pack, to his home. These eastern canines, however, would not see it as such. They were softer, in head, and heart; so he believed.

That battle with the cougar was a fierce one, and despite the fact that he was not injured his mate had been. He remembered shouldering her stumbling form all the way to the den entrance. She was weary, her cracked ribs piercing her insides with every breath. She had been so courageous, unyielding to the agony she felt, just so he would not think her weak. She held on so long, so fiercely it was all he could do but to suggest for Zalen to promote her, and to take her to mate.

He would never forget that day where she was able to meet his gaze as an equal. The air was thick with electricity and he shuddered as brown and gold eyes met in a stare that would change everything. It pained him to think his golden girl, childlike in her enthusiasm, was now haggard and gaunt, and reeking of heat-scent. And he was the culprit. His anger at the conflict with Zalen and Titania, though well founded, had driven her to starvation. This was partly the reason he was chasing after such hardy prey, to force its flesh down her throat. But now his prospects were ruined, by an ironically similarly colored female.

He stared her down fiercely, even daring to show a single fang as her eyes regarded his. It wasn’t just a question of insubordination, he also did not like others gazing at his scars. A low growl rumbled a warning in his throat. He had been lenient the first time, but as he lowered his head to align with his spine he non-verbally cautioned her that he would not be so merciful again, she would avert her eyes or face the consequences. His tail followed suit, beginning to arch slightly over his back.

He was stricter than his similarly higher-ranking others, they were too lax, too lenient, but Augustus was a wolf of the cruel arctic north, and a non-Luperci to top it off. Some may even see him as a heathen, far too feral for this more civilized age, but for him, it was simply the way he was raised. His black rimmed ears remained perked and as she spoke he listened, though gave her a few moments time to respond to his unvoiced command. Whether because of his actions or some other reason of her own her eyes finally turned away. He could not turn down her offer, and his head finally lifted and turned towards the tracks from before.

Giving a grunt of approval the behemoth began to relax again. There are moose tracks, he started in his gravelly voice. But the scent has gone cold, although the tracks…there may be more. He was like a storm, raging one moment, calm the next, and his countenance was now contemplative, calculating. It had rained a couple days past and the earth was still moist. The tracks were fresh enough to form a trail, perhaps along that trail they may find hair or scent. It was worth a try, and the prize would mean plenty of food for his brothers and sisters.

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