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

Augustus · 03-08-2012, 03:23 PM

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OOC:: Short post :/ We should probably start a thread with Deuce after your next post WC → 625

I'm no ser

With the final blow dealt the bloodlust did not yet recede from the male’s eyes. His chest was heaving from the exertion and after effect of adrenaline. Striplings of flesh and other tissue hung from his jaws. He relented from the motionless body, stepping off and thudding heavily back to the solid earth below him. He turned his head and spat blood and flesh from his jaws onto the grisly corpse. His eyes turned to Ciara, she managed to make her way to him, even offer a breathless praise, but her voice was seasoned with her pain. Her tawny pelt was stained with the cat’s blood and her own. That she could still walk, still stand, was promising. And the often harsh and merciless male felt a wave of relief pass through him. As long as she was able to stand, able to walk there was still hope, but she was weakened greatly. His eyes blazing with bloodlust, softened in the slightest. She nosed him, causing him to flinch once again. The battle had been too recent, and though her advances were welcome, his mind was still racing. “This is a victory for us both.” He replied stoically. “And for our family.” He was not a wolf without honor, and was happy that his family was spared more of the she-cat’s murderous advances.

He watched her carefully as she moved from his side. He did not question her, but watched with a vague interest as she tore out the heart. It steamed in the cool air, still warm, still fresh. A grim satisfaction seasoned his scarred countenance. He nodded shortly with approval. He did not howl of his victory, for it was his duty, and he had never doubted his own prowess, his own strength and savagery. He knew the cat would fall, but was simply unaware of the cost. He gazed upon Ciara, bravely continuing on despite her injuries. She could not hide the pain in her eyes, however and the large male strode towards her.

He whined low in his throat, hardly audible as his gaze fell to her matted and bloodied fur. His muzzle parted and he licked at the wounds with a warm and careful tongue. He said nothing more until he was satisfied that there was little else he could do. He gave a fleeting glance towards the pack border, brows furrowing a moment. He did not think Deuce would be finished with Terra, for her wounds were grave, and he glanced back at Ciara. She would have to steel herself for the journey back, and he would have to slow his pace to a great extent. Without further thought he knew what it was to do. He returned to her side, brushing up against her as gently as he could. It was not greatly apparent, but he saw in her eyes a hint of doubt. Did she think she would not make it? He shook his head roughly, to clear the thought. She would. She had to. He would see to it.

“We must return to the den so you can recover your strength. Lean on me, and do not worry. I will not let you fall.” He stiffened the side that was against her, hunching the shoulder on that side to the height of her own so she could lean into him. "We will seek out Deuce so you may begin to heal. You were very brave back there. I am...impressed. Zalen is a just and effective leader, I am sure he will reward you for your efforts here.” He said after a pause, as he waited for her to lean her weight onto him. It was an attempt at comfort, the best he could think to give.

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