[M] Back off I'll take you on, headstrong

Augustus · 03-01-2012, 02:59 PM

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ooc That sounds pretty fun! Haha, this post just made me realize who Augustus reminds me of. The Hound from Game of Thrones! Totally unintentional, but the similarity is striking. WC: 918

Augustus

He found it much harder to see to his task, his mind racing, thoughts unable to settle. He found his eyes trailing to the mottled female as she picked through the carnage, trying to focus on her movements, her curves, anything to distract him. She perched on the tree, a pose that elongated her body, until he was staring, helplessly so. There was something different about her than when he had first seen her. She was…changing. It reminded him of a caterpillar just before it grew wings and took to the skies. It was a pleasant, and curious thought, but even that could not stem the tide of his rage. He shook his head and snorted, snot flying like an angry bull. What a day this turned out to be, he never expected that it could all go so wrong so fast. He felt like he was on the edge of a chasm, about to fall into the abyss.

With eyes on fire he gazed at her, and she did not return the stare. It was just so, how it was meant to be, she was behaving appropriately even now, even while he felt he was out of control. Still, he wished to see her eyes one day, see them full on, not sneakily out of the corner of his own orbs. At the same time…ahh, dilemmas. He enjoyed his position in the pack and felt it was just as he deserved, but he would happily prove his worth a dozen times over despite it to protect all those he cared for, those he loved. Ugh, what was wrong with him?! He was losing himself, spiraling out of control. When she affirmed his beliefs he gave a short nod. “I am glad of your support.” A more emotionally detached answer could not be given, oh, he was hopeless. Just hopeless, she’ll never see, never understand. He growled to himself and turned his face from her, lest it betray him again.

He gazed at the tree she had inspected, noting the claw marks. Yes, it had been there, he concluded, but the fact that it was not there now only further solidified the beliefs that the she-cat was injured enough that climbing had proven too difficult for her. They often took to the trees, to hunt, lingering unseen in the canopy while they looked on with vile blue-green eyes, waiting, just waiting for unsuspecting prey.

“Then you are better than I…” He admitted after she relayed what she would have done. His voice was heavy. “I would not have spared her.” This was new to him, confiding in someone. He felt confident that she would not judge him, or let his words pass beyond the two of them. Strange as it was, he felt no shame in revealing the darker side of himself, not to her. It was different with her, different than even with Blind. Blind was exotic and beautiful, but he doubted that she would ever understand him, not all of him at least. Ciara was younger than Blind, but somehow she seemed to have a broader understanding of the world. He got the feeling that she understood the true nature of life, that not everyone could be righteous all the time, and when he did slip, she would forgive him and try to see it through his eyes. Blind thought him as some hero, the human parallel of a knight in shining armor, but he wasn’t. He was no champion, no kind ser. He had his own reasons for his actions, and they were not always just.

His ears twitched to Ciara as she spoke, her voice dangerous. It sent a chill down his spine, and again the edge of his lips twitched. He liked her more and more by the moment. He flinched again at her touch, but then his eyes closed. He took in a deep breath, feeling her petite frame beneath his own. He lifted head and tail then ready at last to see to his duty. All his anger, his rage it was meaningless now, and he knew it was time to let it go. If he so desired he could think of it all later, even take action. He gave a silent nod and stalked forward along the blood trail. The scent of the cougar came heavier and heavier to his nostrils and his pelt was bristled, eyes wary and watching his surroundings. He hoped that it was they who would strike the ambush, but cats were far stealthier and he was all caution.

The trail drew them into a thicket and that was when Augustus signaled her to stop. He saw a hint of movement and crept forward slowly, carefully. When he had gone as far as he dared he paused until his eyes came to rest on the injured she-cat. She was licking at her injured paw with great care, but judging by her movements she was in a great deal of pain. Her stomach was torn and bleeding, a ghastly injury, but it would make her all the more deadly, ruthless. Even though he moved with as much care and stealth as he could muster the cat soon sensed him and rallied to defend itself, drawing a wide defensive stance. Augustus let a fleeting glance pass to Ciara he indicated her injuries, and knew she would understand. There was no time to talk, no time to plan, although it was clear what actions would have to be taken.

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