A home that will hopefully Stay.

Augustus · 03-27-2012, 10:19 PM

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OOC Hope you don't mind me dropping in! xD Don't mind the ramble, wanted to use the new table WC: 729

The man was troubled, and that was putting it lightly. Every morning he greeted the predawn with a wearied gaze as sleep seemed to elude him night after night. He should have been happy, contented with the fact that he would never have to face the world alone again, but he wasn’t. His earthy musk and her oceany aroma had intermingled so completely it was almost as if they were a single entity, he and Ciara. He wondered if his pack mates could tell one from the other anymore, and he was beginning to question himself. He was losing who he was slowly, and becoming something more. When he was without her he felt as if a part of him were torn, as if he were only one part of a greater whole, not simply Augustus, but another creature altogether. It was a blissful sort of oblivion, but no less tiresome. This was not the right thing, she deserved someone better than him, but the time for warnings had passed. She simply did not heed them, did not care to. Oh, what a mess he was. He had bound himself to this woman, and slowly the weight of his chains was bringing him down.

A part of him knew that he truly did love her. Indeed, he coveted her. She was his sun, a beacon in the darkness of his soul, but a beacon is nothing more than a flame. This flame was devouring him, swallowing him whole, and he was helpless to resist, did not want to. He was a beast, but she saw only beauty. A sigh rolled from his lips. He knew he needed to escape this, for just a little while at least. It had been hard to leave her side, even harder not to wake her in the process. His black and white pelt seemed to have melded to her own as he lay with his body curled around her, a silent warning, as well as a way to satisfy his need to be close to her. He watched the males much closer these days, ever since that night. He made sure they knew what was his, one way, or the other. He simply could not help himself.

The day was bright around him, and spring was finally here, however, and the birdsong about him was ever constant, if not annoying. His black rimmed ears twitched now and again, as if he could be rid of the nuisance with a single flick. It was hopeless, but distraction enough. He splashed his face in the stream bed, pleasantly surprised that the waters remained cool. He preferred the mottled browns of winter, and the chilly crisp of fresh snow, with the sky overcast in an ever pressing gloom. It was welcome when compared to the bright and vibrant spring, at least the snows could hide him if he wished it. He found his pelt was less an advantage in the warmer seasons.

His absent-minded annoyances were interrupted, however, when he gave a vague sniff. It had only been brief, as he had not expected there to be anything of interest, but there was another scent on the air. He was not as alone as he previously thought. It wouldn’t have been anything of concern, normally. He knew most, if not all of his pack, but this scent was only vaguely familiar. The wolf dog and her mate came to mind, newcomers to the pack. He’d noted them in the den as he sat up at night, watching the sleeping forms of his brothers and sisters, counting the breaths, noting the dreamers and those who slept restfully. There was little else to do. It occurred to him that he’d never actually spoken to them, and his restless mind seemed pleased to have found the distraction he was looking for. Anything to keep his mind off his troubles. He trotted towards the smell, ears swiveling when he heard the thudding of rapid moving paws. He paused to extend his muzzle, emitting a throaty ‘woof,’ loud enough to be heard. His tail stood straight out from his spine, his ears erect. It was a sign of his station, as well as clear display of his dominance. He was not so easy-going as some of his brothers, and felt such shows were necessary to ensure the pack worked just so.

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