i am less a man, more a wolf

Augustus · 04-17-2012, 02:23 PM

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OOC Sorry for the wait Rosie, dear! <3

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Despite being recently mated the male was feeling more and more alone. He grew ever more reserved, as he had been before joining the pack. Perhaps it was because of the increasing number of wolves who came to join them? It would have made the young man happy to welcome those who crossed their borders on four legs, had they the true intention of returning to the old ways, but as it would seem not many had that particular desire. Why then, had they come? He pondered this endlessly, watching from the shadows as new brothers and sisters walked more and more about on two legs. They adorned themselves strangely, shaped their manes into absurd styles, and placed objects among their fur. That they would stand above him was enough to rouse his anxiety, but these embellishments did far more. He paced about, restless at the mouth of the den, oblivious to watching eyes. He was an Epsilon, and very few could stand to question him even if they wished to. That fact was comforting to some extent. The man did take pride in his role, as his Alpha’s took pride in watching him fulfill it.

He recalled the instance with the bear. Titania and Zalen placed the burden of its evacuation on he and his mate’s shoulders, and as always he was eager to face the challenge. He and Ciara had faced off a cougar even before that. He had proven himself time and time again as a loyal brother, and upheld his sacred beliefs. He was a far wilder creature than the rest, he could accept that, as they had accepted him, but these newcomers unnerved and, at times, angered him. He did not want to see his pack succumb to all the unnecessary luxuries and indulgences of the tainted Luperci. In months past the black and white male had nearly lost all hope of finding such a place as New Dawn, and now that he had he was loath to see it spoiled. But perhaps he was simply overreacting? He did that, more than he should have. It had occurred to him that his temper was beginning to resurface as an even greater problem than it had been in the past, and this was another cause for concern. If he did not keep himself in check he may very well find himself amidst those he despised. He did not have it in him to be Omega. He would certainly kill himself before being shamed in such a way. Even his father’s pack had had an Omega, and Augustus never envied the wolf. He was a frail and broken creature, groveling, and covered in wounds both new and old. It was the Omega Lionel punished when his young pups misbehaved. That was before they were large or hardy enough to stand the punishment themselves.

And again his past seemed to weigh on his future. His recent lapses in composure had caused him to be of the belief that striving to be something different from his father would be far more challenging than he had hoped, and even now he seemed to be leaning towards some semblance of his father’s disposition. But, was that a bad thing? His father had been a leader, albeit it a harsh one, but the son had no doubt Lionel had reason to be the way he was. The north was an unforgiving place, they had many struggles, but here it was not an acceptable attitude to possess, and he had to adjust.

It was several moments before he ceased to pace and simply sighed. He inhaled deeply, but stopped midway when he caught the scent of a brother he had not expected to be so close. His yellow eyes quickly darted about, but he saw nothing. The scent was a familiar one, however, and the young, scarred male was not startled by it. His brows furrowed a moment and he scanned the surrounding with greater care. He still saw nothing. Puzzled, he decided to call out to him. "Forgive me brother, but I was not aware of you.” His eyes still roved the terrain with uncertainty, and he began to feel a slight twinge of embarrassment at his failure to locate the arctic male.

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