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

Augustus · 03-07-2012, 11:22 AM

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OOC:: Heeheehee...Okay so totally went all out on the gore, because Augustus is totally bad ass xD And the bit about him doing his duty despite the cost... WC → 953

I'm no ser

The affairs of the heart were completely lost on him, despite all her actions he could have never guessed what it was she was thinking. He had noticed her awkwardness about him at times, the way her speech seemed to break up when she tried to talk to him, but always dismissed it, thinking he was intimidating her. It was a reaction he was used to by now, so he did not fault her for it, nor anyone else for that matter. For the most part, though, the wolves of New Dawn did not seem to bother, setting him at ease. Some even had scars of their own, but besides Shandom and himself they were all minor. Seeing the alabaster gamma gave him hope. He was well-respected and worthy of his rank, and far more controlled. He did not let his past dictate who he was, if only he could learn from the man.

Augustus was a flawed creature, the scars on his heart almost as apparent as those on his face. But at least he seemed to have a heart. His father had none to speak of. His brother had learned that lesson well, no doubt as his corpse was devoured by maggots and lay to rot just beyond the border, being picked at by crows who cawed and bickered amongst themselves as they tore into his rancid flesh. At least Paru had bothered to show she cared for her murdered son. The white woman had even had tears, her yellow eyes shining with moisture as she licked at her deceased son’s face. Augustus had mourned his brother for a long time, becoming a recluse after his death, avoiding any and all contact with the rest of his pack. He’d been his only friend, the only one he could share his mind with, confide in in the dark of night while their parents slept. They were young then, pups, innocent and impressionable. That was when he learned his lesson. Life was fleeting. For all you know you could die tomorrow, best not to form any meaningful bonds, or become over close with anyone you could lose on the morrow. It was easier that way, but with Ciara…

It was strange that they’d become so attached while knowing so little of each other. Both had pasts, as did most, but Ciara had learned to overcome hers, while Augustus clung so desperately to his. It still haunted him from time to time, in the dark of night, or whenever he glanced at his reflection in the stream. He had been handsome once. Now he was disfigured and beastly, a black and white behemoth, scarred and savage. How any female could see past that he did not quite understand. Even while he and Terra had been friends, he’d always seen a glint of pity in her eyes when she looked at him. He could only imagine what she’d been thinking. He tried to hide the scarred side of his face whenever possible, putting forth the side of his face that was still unmarred and whole. It never seemed to help, and what use was pretending the scars did not exist when they remained such a large part of his being. It made him who he was, what he was.

The cat aimed a deadly hit at the girl, that might have succeeded in ending Ciara’s life had Augustus not jerked the cat sideways at that very moment. It screamed as it’s balance was overthrown and it thudded harshly upon the ground. The snap of bone and sound of Ciara’s distress made the male’s head jerk suddenly. His yellow eyes displayed an emotion that had never been present before, concern for another. The look was fleeting, and vanished almost instantly. The cat was his priority, Ciara’s injuries were her own, and though it pained him to think the blow could be deadly the cougar still lived. It was not an easy choice but one he had to make, and he did so without hesitation. If he were to falter, pull back to aid Ciara, it would leave him open to an attack himself, and the two of them could very well perish. Worse, it could escape only to return at full health and strength, possibly end more lives. He would not take that chance, no matter how much he felt he cared for her- duty first, always. What was one life, compared to two or three, four? It was a small price to pay for one’s family.

The cat began to struggle and the black and white male snarled savagely, putting the full weight of his body upon its side. His heart fluttered once in his chest as he noticed Ciara, beaten and bloody, return to the fray. She was alive! But now was no time for celebration. He saw her return to the gaping belly wound, blood pooling from the tear. His face contorted monstrously, eyes gleaming with rage and bloodlust, as his gaping jaws came crashing down. They clamped on fur and flesh alike and he thrashed his head about savagely. Blood spurted in a rain of crimson from the opening would in its throat. He withdrew for a split second, his featured masked in blood, and then he struck again. This time the blow was deadly. He gathered as much flesh as he could into his powerful jaws and clamped on, crushing the windpipe as the cat sputtered and choked on its own blood. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, tearing a hunk of flesh from the cat who now lie motionless on the ground. His head turned to Ciara then, lifeless flesh still hanging from his blood soaked jaws.

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