03-26-2012, 03:56 PM
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For all the days that Cerberus ruminated over the afternoon of the bear attack and chided himself for failing to save Blind, today was the worst. The ill feelings didn't register as pain in the coywolf's mind this afternoon, however. Instead, they morphed into an ugly monster of anger and self-loathing. Ceri's posture remained hunched and his expression spiteful all the day long, as if he weren't even himself. His lip curled up in an almost permanent snarl, and what was left of his ears laid flat against his scarred skull – he clearly didn't want to be bothered today.
And yet, perhaps a little positive company would have done him good? After being wordlessly demoted to 'just-a-buddy' status in Ciara's eyes and spending enough time on his own to stew over it, loneliness was doing nothing for him but worsening his anger. What did she not see in him? What was she so convinced he couldn't offer her that she'd unquestionably attached herself to the side of another while he was gone? Didn't she trust him? Didn't she care? Cerberus could feel something tweaking inside himself that he knew would prove to be rather destructive, and his inability to deal with loss in a proper way was the source of it.
Eventually the coywolf decided it'd be beneficial for him to release his pent up energy by going for a walk. Nudging himself onto slightly shaking limbs, he gave his fur a rousing shake before trotting down the hill toward New Dawn borders. He wouldn't pass them, for he wasn't entirely sure what the restrictions were for an Omega as far as matters of where he was allowed to go were concerned. But he would at least wander far enough that he could smell the salty waters off in the distance, the waters where he and Ciara had played the night they met. In all its demented glory, this was Ceri's way of clearing his mind: returning to the places that harbored the memories that served as a foundation for his distress so he could replay them in his mind, and perhaps think on what he would have done differently. Step after step brought him nearer to the place where he'd called for an alpha many days ago, and eventually the scent of saltwater danced around his nostrils. Carefully he settled himself onto the ground beneath a towering pine tree, lying on his belly, and carefully he dug his claws into the soft earth while pining away over everything (and everyone) that he'd lost.
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For all the days that Cerberus ruminated over the afternoon of the bear attack and chided himself for failing to save Blind, today was the worst. The ill feelings didn't register as pain in the coywolf's mind this afternoon, however. Instead, they morphed into an ugly monster of anger and self-loathing. Ceri's posture remained hunched and his expression spiteful all the day long, as if he weren't even himself. His lip curled up in an almost permanent snarl, and what was left of his ears laid flat against his scarred skull – he clearly didn't want to be bothered today.
And yet, perhaps a little positive company would have done him good? After being wordlessly demoted to 'just-a-buddy' status in Ciara's eyes and spending enough time on his own to stew over it, loneliness was doing nothing for him but worsening his anger. What did she not see in him? What was she so convinced he couldn't offer her that she'd unquestionably attached herself to the side of another while he was gone? Didn't she trust him? Didn't she care? Cerberus could feel something tweaking inside himself that he knew would prove to be rather destructive, and his inability to deal with loss in a proper way was the source of it.
Eventually the coywolf decided it'd be beneficial for him to release his pent up energy by going for a walk. Nudging himself onto slightly shaking limbs, he gave his fur a rousing shake before trotting down the hill toward New Dawn borders. He wouldn't pass them, for he wasn't entirely sure what the restrictions were for an Omega as far as matters of where he was allowed to go were concerned. But he would at least wander far enough that he could smell the salty waters off in the distance, the waters where he and Ciara had played the night they met. In all its demented glory, this was Ceri's way of clearing his mind: returning to the places that harbored the memories that served as a foundation for his distress so he could replay them in his mind, and perhaps think on what he would have done differently. Step after step brought him nearer to the place where he'd called for an alpha many days ago, and eventually the scent of saltwater danced around his nostrils. Carefully he settled himself onto the ground beneath a towering pine tree, lying on his belly, and carefully he dug his claws into the soft earth while pining away over everything (and everyone) that he'd lost.