[M] [AW] I never thought I'd be in bloom...

Ciara O'Callahan · 03-04-2012, 12:16 PM

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OOC:: Soo Ciara's in heat for the first time! I'm hoping for a few things - a male taking interest (Augustus maybe, but whoever), a wolf to tell her what's happening to her, and maybe an Alpha to explain the rules. Anything else is welcome too! Hoping for multiple posters Smile WC: 570

In Character

The seasons were changing.

Ciara, having been curled up in the den, woke with a start and snapped her head up, her tawuny ears pricked, but turned to the side a little anxiously. She’d been dreaming of a battle, of fighting off some threat to the pack that she’d found at the borders. The newly appointed Epsilon had been laying on her side with her front paws curled to her chest, her back legs kicking occasionally and her teeth baring. Unbeknownst to her, each time she kicked or moved her tail, a strange scent had wafted from her, lifting into the air with each movement of her body. Eventually, that smell had drifted its way to her own twitching nose, which had caused her awakening.

The Epsilon blinked a few times, giving a rough shake of her head. What is wrong with me? she questioned herself quietly. Her golden, mismatched fur bristled for reasons she didn’t know. She felt on edge, vulnerable. Every touch of her body against something fuelled a new energy within her, some new kind of longing. All at once, she didn’t like it. Had she eaten something that would have caused this? The girl couldn’t remember the last time she’d sniffed at a strange plant, so that couldn’t be it. Was it a case of bad meat? No, it couldn’t be – she and Augustus had cached the left over deer and it was still frozen with the ground.

Irritated, and worrying, Ciara stood up and shook her fur out, bounding from the den more noisily than she’d intended. The female was uncomfortable in her own body. She felt trapped within crawling, sensitive skin and heightened senses. Crouching, the mottled female dug her paws into the snow and dirt beneath her and took off at a sprint. Surely, running would help? Evidently not. She let out a snarl as even the wind in her fur felt sensual, caressing her lithe body until her snarl turned into a whimper. “What the fuck is going on,” she growled to herself, tail moving to hug her legs as she turned back to the den.

In a disgruntled and worried state, Ciara flopped into her little nook. Her every movement sent the wave of pheromones, the scent of her predicament into and around the den. The Epsilon didn’t know it, but her body was broadcasting things she’d never expected to happen so soon. She tipped her head to look at the salt-and-pepper ball that was Augustus. The normal leap her heart gave at the sight of him was different now, too. A helpless, quiet whine split from her when she realized that it had morphed into a fire, tickling at her already hypersensitive and irritated frame.

Surely this was some cruel joke from someone, a hazing for her new rank, perhaps. All Ciara knew was that it was hell, and that it was changing her. The golden flecks in her eyes glowed as she looked at Augustus, seeing him in a different light, and finding her mind reaching places that had her blushing beneath her fur. She forced her eyes to close, dipping her nose between her paws and trying to force herself to sleep to no avail, hoping that when she woke, it’d be over.

What Ciara didn’t understand was that she had entered her first heat cycle. To the rest of the pack, however, it would be abundantly clear.

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