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

Augustus · 03-05-2012, 02:51 PM

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OOC:: Totally made a Hound table just for this thread, xD WC → 892

I'm no ser

Augustus knew little and less of the feminine mind, he had not the slightest clue as to her thoughts or how she regarded him. She was respectful, although their views greatly differed. She did not fault him for his actions or beliefs, and possessed an innocence that had already been lost to him. In truth, he was not much older than she, but his childhood did not allow for foolish dreams. He was not a creature of mercy, it was how his parents had seen fit to raise him. It was much harder to give voice to his views here, however. The canines of Nova Scotia seemed to work their taint to its greatest advantage, deriving new ways to heal and build far more complex than those of their ancestors. He could not fault them for it, but his mind remained entirely his own, and it was set in stone. His every action breathed of his feral upbringing, and who was he to upset the order of things? It was a wolf’s job to maintain the natural balance. They did not suffer the weak. Only the strong survived. Terra was fortunate indeed.

For all his faults, however, he remained loyal to his pack, and persued his duty with an unrivaled resolve. He’d lived under a similar hierarchy all his life, and was not keen on upsetting it. He’d seen his pack during a period of unrest, and it was not a fair sight. When whispers of Lionel’s tyranny reached the black wolf’s ears one of his betrayer’s had lost their very life. Lionel showed the man no mercy. The sight of his father with the other wolf’s blood on his lips and his amber eyes blazing had chilled the young Augustus down to the bone. It was not unlike his own yellow pools when they passed over Terra battered and broken. Augustus and his family were no strangers to betrayal. Thus, his inner turmoil. He would not go against his Alpha’s will, but every fiber of his being wanted to tear the foolish coy wolf apart, as well as her cohort Shadow. One day. He promised himself. Whatever friendship they once had it was over, now, and forever. Nothing would change his mind.

His eyes again wandered to the mottled female. A flame of a different sort raged in his yellow orbs, a deep seated yearning. He longed to share his heart with someone one day, the darkness, and the light. Would she still respect him, still seek out his company if she knew the beast he was inside? He wanted to tell her about his family, make her understand that he never really wanted to be this way, but it was what he was. It was his identity. His burden. Like the scars on his face he would carry it with him for the rest of his life. His eyes looked upon her face and his mind was set. When this was all over, he would seek her out, and end this torment one way or the other. He needed her to know his heart, just as he longed to know her own. All this time, the hunts they’d gone on the deer, they’d slain, and now the imminent battle with the cougar. He just knew there was something there. What it was he did not understand it, but he resolved to. He did not want it to continue this way. Something needed to be done.

When the cougar lay before him he barely gave a passing glance. He was a machine, impassive, but entirely lethal. He looked only to determine her target. She gazed at its belly and he turned his eyes to rest on its injured paws. If he upset her balance that would leave the greater wound exposed, and allow Ciara a much easier angle. While she worried the she-cats injuries he could go for the throat. He felt a sudden surge of strength and energy flow through him as adrenaline was released into his bloodstream. He was a monstrous creature fearsome and merciless, the scars on the side of his face scrunched up wickedly, making his snarl all the more deadly. Ciara charged straight for the wounds and he slipped past, a ghost in black and white. His body was low to protect his vitals as well and to focus his power. The cougar was alert and poised. Although Ciara’s attack had succeeded the cat was a dangerous adversary and while he snarled and snapped it did not sway from the smaller she-wolf. That she assumed Augustus was the greater threat, it was clear, and she knew her attacks would be far more successful against the golden girl.

The cat’s movements made it difficult for him to snag its injured paw, and he saw it swipe at Ciara. She, blessedly missed, but that did not stop her from trying again. She swiped again and Ciara dodged backwards. Augustus's jaws met their mark. He tasted blood and heard the crunch of bone as he ripped viciously at the cat’s paw. He was aware of another far more concerning sound and his head jerked up to see Ciara, the cat rounding on her to deal a deadly blow. Acting quickly, he threw the full force of his body into a savage jerk, wrenching the cat over onto its side.

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