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

Ciara O'Callahan · 03-05-2012, 09:31 PM

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OOC:: I absolutely love that table. <3 WC: 900

In Character

If Ciara could have known that Augustus was feeling the same longing for her, as she felt for him, she would have been elated. Shy, of course, but very freaking happy. The way she felt with him had grown with every minute they were able to spend together, until it had started to hurt her when they were apart. She’d kept this to herself, of course. The male had duties to perform; he had an established rank within the pack and all the responsibilities that came with it. She couldn’t pester him, just for the sake of attention, and she was too inherently independent to be able to appear needy in front of him. It was strange, that even though she was nurturing and kind, she hid the softer side of herself just as he did.

When the time came for him to reveal his haunting and rather cruel upbringing, he would be surprised to find that Ciara did not flinch away from him. She, too, had spent a portion of her life with a monster of sorts. Though her father was no leader as Lionel was, he had indeed been a tyrant. She had felt the sharp bite of both fangs and words at his pleasure when she’d been a tiny puppy. He’d even gone so far as to try drowning her once, though her mother had come to her rescue and chased the bulking male off. He’d been of ebony coat, and fiery green eyes rather like Zalen’s. She’d watched him hurt her mother repeatedly while the snowy female had hunched protectively over the small Ciara, taking the brunt of the punishment for whatever small misdemeanour had angered her father. It had been lucky that he’d been chased off.

Luckily for her, and perhaps for Augustus, Ciara had been able to grow past the hard times. As she’d journeyed alone for those six months, she’d had plenty of time to consider her father for what he really was. His anger and abuse had been no fault of Ciara, or her mother, but the result of a sickness within him that twisted his mind and made him perpetually angry. The mottled yearling had trained herself that she was not like him, and that she couldn’t punish herself for his actions. The sins of the father lay not on the son, or the daughter, as the case called. When Augustus found the courage and the time to speak to her, to explain his past, she would not judge him. Even while she was young, Ciara had the remarkable ability to judge others on her own experiences with them, and not on the influence of others. To her, Augustus was a strong, devoted pack member, and it was clear that he had the ability to put others above himself – something both of their father’s couldn’t and would never achieve.

Out of the future and back to the present. Ciara’s hit had landed, opening the cat’s belly a little more and causing a vicious yowl to leave its lips. Copying her Epsilon’s movements, Ciara remained low to the ground in order to protect herself. The cougar had vicious claws, stronger muscles than her own, and even with Augustus’ instigating it seemed as though the golden subordinate was the feline’s main interest. Ciara would take that with a grain of salt. At the very least, it allowed for her to distract the beast while Augustus made his own attacks. Dancing around, her claws scratching into the ice and snow below to keep their footing, Ciara watched with satisfaction as Augustus made claim with his jaws. The sound of that crack was delightful, and filled the subordinate with a primal satisfaction that rivalled the thrill of killing the deer that day.

Her satisfaction was short-lived as the cougar managed to forget about her newfound injury long enough to focus on Ciara once more. The smaller wolf tensed, growling as those yellow orbs centered on her. Her hackles rose again as the paw raised and came crashing down. Without Augustus, the blow certainly would have killed her. As the large male slammed into the cat it threw off the feline’s aim, and instead of crushing Ciara beneath it, it managed only a marginally weaker strike. Still, to the slender female it was a painful blow which sent her spiralling across the snow and straight into a rock. She felt the snap of her ribs crack, and the cold air of the winter day burning her flesh as her skin opened. A sharp, deep gash appeared on her side and her light pelt became steadily darker, and then crimson with blood.

She pushed herself to her feet with a snarl of pain, and prepared herself to turn on the cougar again even as her own blood decorated the snow. The scent of it hit her nose powerfully, but she pushed it aside and concentrated. It would be interesting to see whether or not the cougar would be able to do the same. Clearly, the smell and sight of the blood pleased and distracted the cat, who had stumbled on both injured paws, but who was slowly raising herself up again. It had significantly weakened, and Ciara pushed back her own pain to dart back in, heckling at the injuries in an attempt to distract the cougar long enough for Augustus to deal another blow.

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