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

Ciara O'Callahan · 03-07-2012, 11:14 PM

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OOC:: Aaawesome gore post. <3 WC: 845

In Character

Ciara’s eyes blazed with fury as the two wolves took on the cougar. Her leathery lips had drawn back in a snarl, and growls were repeatedly releasing from her throat as she worked on dodging in and out. Her jaws made purchase on the torn flesh, ripping more from it. Occasionally strings of the cougar’s ribboned skin would hang from her mouth, and other times the severed remains of some vital organ. Each time, the cat weakened, and Ciara’s heart pounded in her chest. She could see nothing but red, nothing but the blood that coated the snow and her own fur. They were close to bringing the cougar to death, and she could sense it by listening to the steadily weakened beat of the beast’s heart.

As she worked on heckling the wounds, the look in her Epsilon’s eyes had been missed. If she could have seen the concern there, it would have made her heart flip despite all her aches and pains. While Augustus may not understand the heart, Ciara had come to. She knew what her feelings were for the male, but she also knew that she lacked the confidence to talk to him about it. Lacking confidence was something she couldn’t afford to think about, right now, not in the heat of battle. So the subordinate set back to her task, ignoring the aches and the blurriness of her vision as she dived towards the cat’s belly again and again.

While some females may have been afraid of Augustus at this moment, Ciara was proud. She knew that some of her wolven sisters would have shied away from him had they seen his display of snarling, pinning the huge cougar down and ripping it to pieces. Some may have tried to avoid him after the fact, seeing this dark and ruthless side to him – the side of the killer. Instead, Ciara’s earthen eyes were fixed on him as he clamped his jaws around the cat and delivered the final blow. She growled in satisfaction as it yowled before he ripped out its throat. The beast deserved the death, nearly killing a fellow canine and daring to make her home so near to New Dawn. No, this side of Augustus didn’t frighten her; it made her more proud to be by his side. He held the safety of their family in his bloodied jaws, a security he had brought through his own courage and strength. She knew that she’d helped, but the girl didn’t consider herself to have had as much of a part in the slaying as Augustus had.

When the cougar finally lay dead and bloody at their paws, Ciara lifted her head to the skies and let out a long, loud howl. Her song spoke of victory. The cougar has been vanquished, it said. Our pack is now safe. As her nose tipped back down to a level plateau, her eyes blurred again, and she swayed. Blood was quickly seeping from her own wound, and the pain of her broken ribs was excruciating. Now that the cougar was finished, she finally let her guard down and immediately wished she hadn’t. The agony nearly blinded her, almost brought her to lose consciousness, but she fought to remain standing. They weren’t finished. They still needed to get back to the pack.

Unsteadily, and shaking with the effort, Ciara closed the distance between herself and Augustus. She came around beside him and nudged her nose to his shoulder in a gesture of comraderie. “Congratulations, Epsilon,” she said, the tones weak with the pain her voice caused her shattered ribs. “The beast is conquered.” The golden female lifted her head and smiled at him, then forced herself to look on the body. She wanted to take a token back to their Alphas to prove that the cougar was dead. Crouching beside the open belly of the feline, Ciara forced herself to think that it was a deer. With that image in her mind, she shoved her snout into the very warm corpse of the cougar, and closed her jaws around its heart. With a violent twist of her head, she ripped the warm muscle from the chest cavity and pulled back.

They looked a gruesome pair. Augustus, with his white coat marred with blood and gore, the remnants of the cougar’s throat hanging in his grasp. Ciara, with her side split open, golden fur matted with blood of her own and of the cougar’s, with the beast’s large heart clasped in her jaws. Not wanting to linger in the area, she closed her eyes to focus. It would be a long and difficult walk back to New Dawn, and the subordinate honestly didn’t know if she’d even make it. She would do her damndest to try, and she refused to appear weak now when she’d felt so powerful a few moments before. Slowly, her breathing harsh with pain, she turned in the direction of their pack and waited for Augustus without a word.

The silence that hung between them was grim.

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