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

Ciara O'Callahan · 03-11-2012, 04:06 PM

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OOC:: Sorry for the wait and the short-ish post! New puppy is hard on the muse. And, a thread with Deuce sounds good. Did you want to open this so Zalen can reply here, or did you want to finish it? WC: 531

In Character

It was a strange feeling that went through her as the male’s tongue soothed the wounds at her side. A small whimper formed in her throat as some of the already matted blood tugged on the torn flesh, but other than that the attention felt good. It surprised Ciara that Augustus would do such a thing, and she smiled a little as his actions reaffirmed her earlier thoughts. He did have a sort of tenderness within him, not merely the cold and calculated heart of a warrior. She closed her eyes, ears folded back against her head as the Epsilon tended to her. Little by little, with each careful stroke of his tongue, the fear within her melted away. She listened closely to the male’s words as he talked of returning to the pack, and his tone held no doubt. That gave her the determination and the confidence she needed to see the journey through.

The pain was excruciating as she leaned against Augustus’ side. His large body was a good support for her, though she was careful not to rest too heavily on him. The subordinate, even when marred and bloody, did not want to seem like some damsel in distress. As her paws weakly and slowly crunched over the snowy ground, her mind replayed the battle with the cougar. Augustus had been strong, and brave. Had she done the same? Some might consider her stupid, being a small wolf to begin with and agreeing to partake in this. Yet Zalen had seen fit to send her, and Augustus had said he was impressed, even if he had a bit of a hesitation. Stupidity and courage were apparently separated by a thin line.

As they made their way across the New Dawn borders, the silence stretched between them. Ciara gained a little warmth from the male’s side, though her slender form was still shivering. With every step, the broken bones of her ribcage shifted, sending shooting pain through her each time. She’d managed to control the whimpers, so only the occasional noise slipped through her. From time to time, the calico female would give a shake of her head as the blurred vision advanced towards a loss of consciousness. She was in dire need of Deuce’s healing, but she didn’t want to distract the woman from Terra, whose injuries were so much worse than her own.

After what seemed like an eternity to Ciara, the den came into view. She picked up her pace, ignoring the consequential pain and moving a little in front of Augustus. All that was on her mind was lying down, curling into a ball somewhere within the den and giving into the desperate need for sleep. Her body, working to keep running, was absolutely exhausted from the effort. Had she not been injured, Ciara would have been focused on the reaction from the pack when they learned the cougar was dead. That jubilance had been replaced with pain, so when the two wolves reached the mouth of the den, Ciara laid down with a whimper and set her head on her paws, shivering. She was too weak to even call out for Deuce or Zalen.

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