No Holding Back

Ciara O'Callahan · 02-14-2012, 04:02 PM

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OOC:: Happy Valentine's Day! These guys are adorable. Lemme know if you hate "boycoy" btw. >.>; WC: 470

In Character

Ciara was perfectly content, sitting with the boycoy as the sun peeked through the clouds and served to warm them both. Her pelt was beginning to dry, regaining its former sheen and softness, and she could feel the same happening with the male who’d wrapped himself around her. While Ceri’s coat was a little coarser while hers was soft, she still found that she enjoyed tucking her nose into it. A small chuff left her, a sound of relaxation and happiness. Her black nose twitched a bit when one of the aforementioned guard hairs tickled across its surface, and she turned her head just in time to avoid hitting him with her sneeze. It was a tiny sound, a bit of a squeak accompanied by a snuff from her nose.

“Ceri,” she repeated after she’d recovered from the episode. She then nodded her head a little, before going still to allow that playful lick to fold across her velvety ear. When he repeated her own name, she felt inwardly pleased at his liking of it, so instead of moving her head back to tuck shyly beneath his chin, she raised it instead. Gently, and having to lean up on her paws a little to do so, the mottled female took the coywolf’s own ear into her mouth and gave it a gentle, playful tug. When the other ear swivelled she let go, bumping her nose to his shoulder when he mentioned being alone.

“I was on my own for the past year,” she revealed softly, turning her brown and golden hues to look into his mismatched ones. “It’s nice for a little while, but I’m really enjoying being in a pack so far.” Her muzzle broke into a warm smile as she thought of her pack mates, already family to her even though she hadn’t known them long. There was her Alpha, Zalen in all of his black-pelted authority, and his beautiful mate Titania whom Ciara had yet to meet. Noah the Omega was one of her favourites, for the silver male was gentle and soft-hearted, the exact opposite of the alabaster Shandom who seemed quick to temper, even though he could be nice as well. Soran, the ebony Beta had already become a sort of mother figure to her and the large pure wolf, Augustus, was her Epsilon and teacher. She realized that she was leaning into the male again, having lost herself in her daydream for a moment, and blushed for the umpteenth time that day.

Casually, she laid down beside the coywolf, turning to bump his haunch with her nose in an invitation to lie down as well. The ground beneath them was a rare patch of dry, albeit brown grass and it had been warmed in the weak persistence of the sun.

“Have you ever thought of joining a pack?”

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