Lessons to Learn

Augustus · 02-14-2012, 02:53 PM

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OOC This will more than make up for it, haha. Coffee fuels my muse. And, ah possiblities. His mind isn't so dull out in the open air. So giving him a chance to think for once because he's kind of been living in a day dream. And him and Blind aren't going to become mates, although it is a possibility it's just a wait and see kind of thing. So he's 'fair game.' Although he's not very emotionally perceptive.. Oh and Happy Valentines Day XD! / +883

She eagerly returned his nuzzles and licks, and wagging his tail all the while he felt his body swell with confidence and he reached out and grabbed the responsibility of the task at hand. He rose his muzzle and howled shortly, an initiation of sorts, telling his pack that he would be gone that afternoon for hunting and bonding with his fellow pack mate. He was surprised and elated to have found such a willing and obedient pupil in Ciara. She possessed the knowledge and drive to exceed her rank when she came into her own, and he was beginning to see her as more of an adult. He was a little over half a year her senior, and saw in her many of the qualities a young Augustus once had. She did not see fit to use her age and gender to render her a helpless damsel, and seemed truly determined to improve upon her own shortcomings. Her behavior itself was a promising sign as she submitted to him readily without resentment, or reluctance. Their short rally seemed to have accomplished all it was meant to, and puffing up with pride the black and white man started east.

As his paws drew him closer to their quarry his mind began to wander. It paused at the thought of Blind, as it often did and he began to think of her as less than a prospective mate, but to really think of who she was, and of her strengths and weaknesses. She was easy on the eyes, yes, that was true. Her body was smooth and curvy, her pelt unmarred- a sea of dark chocolate. Her eyes were exotic and dual-colored, one blue, one yellow, but it was a subtle hint of mutation, not natural. His eyes trailed to Ciara’s. Hers were both the same shade of brown, unassuming, as natural as Blind’s weren’t. She too had not a mark of strife to marr her soft tawny pelt, and appeared healthy to his eyes. But she was also young, not old enough to bear pups, but that would change with the seasons, and she’d be ready soon. She was Luperci, he could see, born with the affliction that Blind had chosen to taint herself with. It was not something he would have thought of her to do, to discard the old life and become something more, Ciara’s own taint was not a fault of her own. The subtle hint of the shifter seemed well cemented in her scent.

Then his mind fell to their physique’s. Ciara and Blind were a pure creatures, their gene’s passed down from generation to generation. He could fault neither on that account. Ciara had courage as well, and was not so helpless to seek help when she needed it. It occurred to him that he’d never hunted with Blind before, nor had she ever asked to, which was a shame really, for it was something he loved to do. There was something about the chase that set his heart to racing and his tongue to lolling, the burning of his muscles after a long day’s pursuit. It was magical. He would often return to the den exhausted, but happy. Blind’s attentions had their benefits, too. He craved her touch, yearned for her flowery aroma, yet there was something off about her at times, perhaps the reason as to why she never asked to hunt with him. Although he’d never really noticed before, now that he thought of it her walk was a little ‘off.’ Whenever she was not strutting, or flaunting her curves she seemed to walk with a slight gimp, as if one of her legs had been injured long ago. It was not terribly obvious, but they’d never ran for a time lengthy enough to cause any problems. His brows furrowed a moment as he walked next to Ciara, as he then decided on something to do when next he saw his playmate. He’d invite her on a run about New Dawn, test her endurance, for all wolves must have endurance. If he ever wished to have pups with her, the thought of limping little ones was mildy ‘off-putting.’

He was a strong wolf, a large wolf, larger than their Alpha, and many of his other brothers. This didn’t bother him, these wolves were of a land far from his home, and there the wolves had been all around his size or even a little larger. His mother, however was of a size with the rest, but his father was a beast of a man with a black pelt and amber eyes, larger than his brothers, larger than Augustus stood now. It was only natural that he should possess these genes as well, and he could not bear the thought of weaklings as pups. He wanted to continue his proud line, until all the Interior Alaskan blood was spent.

An idea raced across his mind then and a mischievous grin snaked across his muzzle. He hunched his shoulders and bounded ahead, digging his paws in, urging them to go faster and faster as he shot across the land like a rocket. He was a young, inexperienced with females, and often oblivious, but the call of nature- survival of the fittest, could not be ignored.

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