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

Ciara O'Callahan · 03-02-2012, 12:49 PM

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OOC:: I can TOTALLY see the resemblance between him and the Hound! Love that character. Big Grin WC: 1100+ ._.

In Character

Ciara hadn’t noticed his gaze on her as she picked through the clearing, having her thoughts focused on the cougar. Her young heart swelled with a hidden pride that Zalen had asked her to join Augustus; that the Alpha thought of them as a good team. He could have gone with Augustus, or sent one of the older, stronger wolves like Shandom or the younger subordinates, but out of all of them he’d picked her. She was determined to prove herself, but couldn’t pretend that it was only Zalen she wanted to please. The calico female wanted to show Augustus that she was not a pup, but a strong and capable defender of the pack. If she did, maybe he would be convinced to feel the same way for her as she did for him.

He was a complex creature; she had discovered that and knew it well, now. At first Ciara had viewed Augustus as some kind of hardened warrior. He was a determined hunter, and a loyal pack mate. He was an adept killer, ruthless and cold. She could tell that without having to really see that side of him, but t the same time she didn’t shy away from it. His darkness never frightened her, but made her curious, made her want to know what had caused him to be that way. The salt-and-pepper male was clearly traditional, and lived by the old way of life which her ancestors had lived by. She was envious of that. While her family, small and shattered as it was, had lived completely in lupus form and never shifted to the biped alternative, she knew they were not natural wolves. Though that wild blood did course within her, it could never be as pure as Augustus’.

Even while he was harsh and deadly, she had seen glimpses of another side of him in their short time together. At times she could swear that his eyes searched for hers, the fiery gaze holding something of a softer blaze. It had been out of her peripherals, for she wouldn’t disrespect him even while she too longed to look in his eyes, but she had known it was there. His voice carried unpredictable tones as well, harsh at one second, and distant – but then softer and more trusting the next. He was an enigma, a puzzle that she longed to piece together. Would he ever let her get close enough?

All of these thoughts were coursing through her mind as she fitted herself beneath his chin, falling silent and waiting for his okay to continue the quest for the cougar. The subordinate felt the shift in the male’s body as he lifted his posture, displaying his determination. Maybe she’d helped him focus, or maybe her proximity had annoyed him enough to turn back to the cougar. Ciara was always uneasy about touching him, even if she was in no means being forward, maybe not even betraying her feelings for him with her actions. Regardless, the male was ready to go, and proved this as he stalked down the bloodied trail. Ciara followed without hesitation.

Her mottled coat bristled just as Augustus’ when the cougar came into view. The black guard hairs of her pelt stood on end; hackles rose all down her shoulders and back as her lips drew away from ivory canines. The effect on her fur was strange, the black hairs moving out of the way so the tawny undercoat came up vibrantly. It was as though the slender female was glowing, her white paws and underbelly matching the snow, and the colouration of her top coat looking much like a golden horizon bordered by snowy earth on bottom and black, creeping night above. She was silent, nodding to her Epsilon as he motioned towards the wounds. She knew what to do, and she knew that she’d need to be fast and efficient.

Crouching down, the golden huntress readied herself, brown and golden eyes focused on the cat’s showing belly. As Augustus inevitably took his angle, Ciara took hers as well, creeping close enough that she was within pouncing distance though the cougar hadn’t noticed her yet. It was all going to happen in a blur and she knew it, she was prepared, her every muscle vibrating with excited and determined energy. Without a second thought she sprung, jaws and large paws aimed straight for the seeping wounds.

The cat, however, was not stupid. Ciara managed to lunge and clamp her jaws around one of the wounds, but it was at the expense of alerting the cougar. As her fangs tore at the sensitive wound, the feline’s guts spilled out a little more from the spot. It was not a fatal attack, but it weakened the animal significantly. Ciara knew that it would not be an easy battle, and she knew that Augustus would hold his own as she worked to target the wounds on the cougar’s stomach. She had just readied herself to lunge in again, and sprung, though her mouth only caught fur this time. The cat knew what she was after, and had sprung up with a hiss of pain and the determination to guard her shredded belly.

A large paw, the cougar's uninjured one, came swiping at the subordinate, and she darted backwards, just managing to get out of the way. As soon as she was clear she sprung in again, ripping at the cat’s side with paws and fangs. Once again the calico female darted backwards, snarling and looking for a new angle as the cat responded.Her brown and golden gaze flicked to Augustus, and a grim smile formed on her muzzle. The cougar was weakening as the minutes passed.

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