Of Sea Mists and Memories

Of Sea Mists and Memories

Ciara O'Callahan

02-09-2012, 09:29 PM

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This thread is open to all, located on the coastline just outside of the New Dawn borders. If you require any more information before posting, feel free to PM me. Smile Basically, Ciara's lonely and looking for a friend/someone to talk to Date: 14/02/12 Time: Early morning.

The day was crisp and bright when Ciara poked her nose out of the New Dawn pack den. Her pack-mates were all sleeping around her. Quietly, the yearling stood and shook her fur out, careful to stand far enough away from her new family so she wouldn’t coat them in dirt. Her eyes were shocked at the white blindness the effect of early morning sunlight on snow caused, and she squinted, ears perking forward to pick up any sounds. Her night had been riddled with unpleasant dreams, and she figured a stroll and perhaps a hunt would help to clear her head.

By habit, the calico wolfess stopped at the river close to the den and took a drink of the ice cold water, feeling it as it travelled down her throat and seemed to spread cold fingers through her body. With another shake and a quick ruffle of her fur she was off at a running pace, paws digging into the partially snowy ground below her and kicking up ice flakes in her stead. She lowered her body to the ground and just ran, enjoying the exhilaration and pure joy of it. It didn’t take her long to pick up the scent of prey, and she soon distinguished it as whitetail deer.

Quietly and carefully Ciara followed the scent, pausing briefly when her trail brought her to the very edge of the New Dawn territory. For a moment, she forgot her chase and stared warily into the dense woods in front of her. She hadn’t been past these borders since Zalen had admitted her, but she knew her pray was there, and behind that smell she was picking up the scents of something else familiar to her, something salty. With curiosity fresh in her mind, the yearling crossed the borders and bounded into the woods. It didn’t take her long to find the deer, though when she came across it she realized it was a young buck with plenty of points in his antlers. Alone, Ciara wouldn’t be able to bring him down, as inexperienced as she was. The Labrador Luperci wanted desperately to hunt, and she decided that once she returned to the pack she would ask Augustus for some lessons.

With the prospect of a meal gone, Ciara followed the scent that had confused her before, trekking through the woods until she came onto a clearing. She poked her head over the edge, and she realized she was standing on the brink of a sea-cliff. For moment vertigo swarmed up and she dug her claws into the ground below, feeling dizzy and ready to fall. With a sharp yip she pulled herself back and crouched on the ground, looking very much like a puppy as she scuttled forward and once again peeked over the edge. The ocean was down there, glittering up at her ominously in its ongoing black expanse.

The sight, smell, and sounds of the massive entity below her brought long-buried memories slamming back into her mind at a painful pace. She thought on the day when her father had taken her to the ocean’s edge with the promise of teaching her to fish. She couldn’t see the evil gleam in his eyes, couldn’t understand that he had really taken her there in hopes to drown her. Her mother, however, understood his character much better than Ciara did, and just as the huge ebony male had grabbed tiny Ciara by the ruff, her mother had came, snarling and snapping and yanking her away. That had been the last time Ciara had seen him, heartbroken and deceived as he growled his hatred for them both and stalked away for good. Then came the day her mother promised her freedom from the terror of her father’s return. “Damon will never find us again,” she’d promised as they stood on the most Northern point in Newfoundland. “We’re going to go far away now.” And they had, they spent two full days hopping from ice-flow to ice-flow until they’d finally made it across the Gulf of St. Lawrence from Cook’s Harbour to Barge Bay. Her mother had died shortly after.

Needless to say, the ocean did not bring good memories to the small, slender wolfess. Her chest grew tight and uncomfortable, and her heart heavy as she stared out over the waves. Without knowing what else to do, she lifted her head and let out a long, haunting cry. The howl was a sort of catharsis, freeing the girl from the sorrow swelling within her. She carried on her song, mourning the death of her mother, vocalizing her hatred for her father and her sadness that the only memories she had were laced with evil and pain. Only when her throat began to burn, and her lungs became exhausted did Ciara cease her howling. She couldn’t say how long she’d cried for, nor if anyone had heard her, but the sound left her all at once relieved, and yet more lonely and empty than ever before.

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Soran Aatte

02-11-2012, 12:00 PM

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Hope you don't mind me jumping in here!!! Big Grin

The sable female had awoken really early, she had been up long before the sun had clambered out of its own bed and made an appearance above the horizon. The truth was that the dark Beta did not sleep for very long anymore, she had always been a creature that did not need a lot of sleep, but now she was in a position of authority she had found that she could function on less and less sleep. So Soran had been up for a long time, the ebony pelted female had done her rounds of the lands, checking that the borders were nice and safe, she had managed to build a very tiny wall around the lands so far, rolling very small pebbles along the scent line to make it extra obvious that there was a pack here and that trespassing would not be permitted. Soran enjoyed the mornings, she liked the peacefulness of them, the quiet that came when all the other pack members were asleep, it gave her a long time to organize the things that needed doing before everyone else was awake. Once the other members were awake then the dark female would be able to delegate the jobs, but there were some things that she wanted to take care of herself, some things that she wanted to make sure were done just the way she wanted them to be, that way if anything went wrong then she knew that there was no-one at fault but herself, it helped that she knew that some things were entirely her responsibility. The sable female smiled to herself, she felt that she had managed to sort out the tasks that she needed to and so she began to pad towards the den once again. She wondered for a moment if Deuce was awake already, she had showered the pale female with kisses when she left this morning, but it might be nice to see her and spend the day with her, there had not been much time for quality time between the mates recently, especially with the problems that the pack had been having with Noah.

The sable female mused over the happenings of the last few days, it had been a rather trying time for everyone, including those who were closest to Noah, Soran was one of them, Noah was her step son after all and she could not turn her back on him, even if he had done some terrible wrong. Soran caught a familiar scent as she thought this, a scent that caused a smile to spread across her ebony lips, it was the newcomer to the lands, the young mottled brown female that had been so kind to Noah. She had tried to feed him when he had been clearly starving and had been chastised by Shandom for doing so, Soran had felt it important to step in and protect both the Omega and the new subordinate, but she could not do it again, she had allowed the rules to be flexed a little as it was. She knew that it hurt Zalen as much as it hurt her to see Noah in trouble, but still the rules had to be upheld and for the moment that meant that Noah was at the bottom of the pile, that he could not eat nor stay with the pack at the moment and that was simply the way it had to be. Soran moved more quickly now, following the familiar scent, she wondered for a moment where the young female was going; soon enough the scent crossed the borders of the pack lands, it seemed that the young girl was heading for the coast. Soran accelerated herself into a quick trot, nose ever vigilant with its sniffing, following the scent of one of the newer members of the pack. Soran knew that she had to follow this girl, already she was fond of her and besides, she had not been able to thank her when they had been in the pack lands, but she wanted to now, it showed that the young female had a kind soul. Not many had been kind to Noah recently, almost as if they had given up on him completely, that they saw no sign of redemption in him, but Ciara seemed to. Soran could not help but like the young female. Soon enough she caught up with the younger girl, she was standing at the edge of the cliffs, looking down over the water.
"It's quite an impressive sight is it not?" The sable female asked warmly as she approached, having slowed down to a casual walk. She could not keep her smile from her lips as she approached.

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Ciara O'Callahan

02-11-2012, 02:36 PM

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OOC: I don't mind at all! Ciara loves Soran. Smile Sorry for the slightly depressing, rambling post. Tongue

That feeling of catharsis had slowly drained away as the tones of her despairing howl were carried away on the wind. Earth-coloured eyes clouded, and mottled ears drew back on the young wolf’s head as she gazed down on the ocean. The wind, once a welcoming scent of sea-breeze, had begun to bite at her defenceless nose and eyes. Tears formed there, both out of natural defence from the biting cold and from sadness. Even while Ciara had a family now, the wolves of New Dawn, she finally had the peace needed in order to break down the walls she’d built up.

She’d traveled on her own for months and months, steeling herself against the elements as well as her fear and lonliness. She’d watched her mother die, watched her father leave after cursing them both, and had seen countless other animals, canine and not, look at her with suspicion and distaste. So the walls had gone up, blocking her history from her mind and the pain from her heart. When she had arrived at the borders, and Zaren had welcomed her into his family so readily, it had begun to chip away. Now, standing in front of the symbol of so many painful memories, the ocean, and surrounded by a pack that loved her, she finally allowed herself to break.

She’d been so consumed in sadness and self-pity, emo wolf that she was, that she hadn’t heard or smelled Soran approaching. She barely even noticed when the other wolf sat next to her. It was only at the Beta’s words that Ciara jumped. Her ears were already flattened, so she lowered herself down in a submissive posture befitting of her rank and of respect for her Beta. With a small whimper of apology for not noticing Soran’s arrival, Ciara tipped her head up and licked a few times at the underside of the Beta’s chin, her tail tucked against her belly.

“It….it is impressive,” she answered, rising from her crouched position to sit next to the Beta, head still low. Ciara’s eyes avoided Soran’s, but not because of subservience as it should have been. She didn’t want this woman whom she liked so much to see how sad she was. Soran was quickly becoming Ciara’s favourite member of the pack, and she could sense the maternal essence around the woman. Still, the yearling didn’t want to seem even weak.

What she didn’t realize was that everything about her posture, and the tone of her voice gave her sadness so blatantly and obviously away.

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Soran Aatte

02-11-2012, 03:09 PM

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Soran is a great big mommy Smile

she'll shamelessly mother Ciara Big Grin

The sable matriarch could not help but notice that Ciara seemed to be incredibly lost in her own thoughts, perhaps the sea held some memories for the young mottled girl that were more than a little painful. The dark female had had her share of terrible moments, she had been beaten, attacked, almost drowned by those that she had trusted, that she had cared for, perhaps Ciara was not as carefree as the ebony Beta had first assumed. Soran watched her carefully as she approached, musing over her own ordeals, her father had killed her mother, he had been a psychotic, evil male, he hated Soran for having an ebony pelt and had slaughtered her mother simply for carrying her in her womb. He had then spent the next year and a half hunting Soran down, he killed her adoptive mother and her adopted brother Iikka, her best and only friend, it had been one of the worst times in Soran's life, though she had certainly had her share of tragedy since, the dark female tried to convey an air of being mature, in control and calm, but often there was a raging turmoil underneath it all, her heart had been shattered in many ways over the years, it seemed that no-one was free of heartache and troubles. The sable female allowed the girl to notice her, she was lost in her own reverie if truth be told, soon enough Ciara did notice her, dropping into a submissive stance, Soran was about to say that there was no need for it out here, but she realised that this was the way it was going to be, as a Beta others would submit, chances were that they always would. She accepted the licks to her chin with a smile, moving to rub her head over the younger female's in an affectionate manner, pausing to lick her behind one ear, a motherly gesture that she reserved for those that she was most fond of. She smiled down at the younger girl as she moved to sit beside her, pressing her dark side against the younger female's mottled one for a moment, showing that she was here for her.

The young girl bowed her head, clearly something was upsetting her, she spoke in reply to Soran's words and the ebony lady listened carefully. It seemed that there was something bothering the girl, even if she was not stating it it seemed to be coming off her in waves, the sheer sorrow. Soran had seen many an upset wolf in her time and Ciara was showing all of the signs, all of the symptoms. She wondered for a moment what it was that this young girl had been through, she wondered if it was anything like her own past, never receiving kindness from anyone, well not at least until she had arrived at Syemv, the life of a lone wolf was a very hard one, the sable female knew that better than most. For a moment Soran looked at Ciara, but did not see her, her mind slowly playing over her own children, all seven of them, she had not seen some of them for such a long time, she hoped that they were happy somewhere and if they were as miserable as this young female here, well she hoped that they had someone there for them, just as Soran intended to be here for the young mottled girl. The older female stretched her neck out for a moment, staring up at the sky, before resting her head on top of Ciara's, slowly she slid her head down, nudging the small female's snout with her own, trying to get the younger female to raise her head.
Why so sad little one? Soran asked, her tone worried, using her special term of endearment that she only usually used for her family, little one. But at this moment Ciara seemed so small, Soran wanted to shift forms, to wrap her in her long arms and protect her, instead she rubbed her nose against the young girl's cheek, again in a motherly attempt to comfort her.

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Ciara O'Callahan

02-11-2012, 03:54 PM

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I feel like this is so depressing, but it's good for character development?

Soran’s attempts at comforting the yearling were working, slowly chipping away at the shyness and shame the girl was hiding within her. Her ear twitched when the Beta licked behind it, and then Ciara closed her eyes, enjoying the pressure of the sable female’s body pressing against hers. It felt nice, just knowing that someone was there for her if need be. When the ebony leader rested her head on top of Ciara’s, she felt the dam within her break and let out a series of soft, heart-wrenching whimpers.

She raised her head when nudged to, and locked her earth-coloured gaze with the Beta’s. Right now, this wasn’t about rank. It wasn’t about who was supposed to submit to who, who wasn’t supposed to look at who. It was a young, lonely wolf, accepting the kindness and comfort of an older family member. Ciara’s eyes glistened as she looked at Soran, and she moved to tuck her nose in against the shaggy fur around the Beta’s neck, seeking even more comfort for the task at hand. It had come time for Ciara to tell her story.

“The ocean…it reminds me of home,” she began, the tones of her voice sad and somewhat ashamed. While she was comfortable with the Beta she still felt as though she was just a little girl, worrying over things that were long dead and gone. “I was born by the ocean far away,” she murmured, as Newfoundland did seem quite far away to the small wolf. “My father…he hated me and my mother. Mama told me that he’d forced her to mate with him, and when I was the only one of the litter that survived he got even angrier. He’d…he’d wanted a son, someone he could train to help take over a pack that was living next to us.” Her eyes closed, ears tipping back as she let out another whimper. “He used to hurt me all the time, and talk about offering me as a…as a mate to a pack that was next to us. He even tried to drown me once and that was the last time we saw him. Mama scared him off.”

She took a long time before continuing. The pain of her past was hitting her in waves, like those of the immense ocean beneath them as they battered the rocks on the shore. “Mama wanted us to get away, so we followed a herd across the ice and came off the island to another shore. Mama…she didn’t make it,” the girl revealed, letting out another whimper that was more like a keening whine than anything else. “Every time I look at the ocean it just reminds me of losing her. After she died I was on my own for so long…I felt like I’d never find another family, and then I found this place.” She bumped her nose further into the Beta’s fur in a loving gesture, a desperately thankful one.

She knew full well that she wouldn’t have survived if it hadn’t been for New Dawn. If Zaren had declined her request to join, she wouldn’t have been able to stand any more wandering. The yearling managed to give off the airs of being aloof, and carefree, but in truth she was scared all of the time. She didn’t want to upset the pack, and the episode with Shandom and Noah still made her nervous. If she lost them, or if she was kicked out, she didn’t know what she’d do. It would take a long time for the wolf to grow secure enough to show the many different facets of her personality, the jester, the huntress, even hints that she could be a leader, and certainly a brat. Ciara didn’t know it then, but this moment with Soran was the start of it all. With the help of this Beta, this sable female who already seemed more and more like a mother to Ciara, the yearling would unleash her full potential.

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Soran Aatte

02-11-2012, 05:52 PM

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I always think that being able to write a character when they are sad is as important as being able to write them when they are happy Smile

It is good for character development, the hardest character I ever had was super happy all the time, I found it really, really dull XD

Soran was very pleased that Ciara accepted her motherly affection, she just felt that at this moment that the young mottled female needed a little bit of mothering, to be looked after and cared for, the ebony Betess was more than happy to be the motherly one to this young girl. In fact after the girl's kindness to Noah Soran had already decided that she was going to keep a watchful eye on her, to look after her and make sure that she was happy and safe in the lands, if that ended up with her playing the mother, well the dark female already had seven children, three step sons and three adopted children, along with four grandchildren and even three great grandchildren, another one would be a welcome addition. In truth Soran loved all of those that she had taken under her wing, her own children had scattered themselves to the four winds, she had not seen any of them for months, she was a motherly creature and she needed to look after those who were in need, no matter who they would be. She smiled at the young female as she locked eyes with her, the ebony female knew that this was no act of defiance, it was a sign that she considered the Beta to be a friend, a family member. The female nuzzled into Soran's neck and the ebony matriarch leaned into the gesture, moving to rub her chin against the top of the young female's head once again, trying to comfort her. The young female began to speak, Soran turned her ears to listen to her, she sat in silence, her head resting over the younger girl's as she spoke, the ebony wolfess knew that this was all of great importance to the young female, that she was spilling her heart, divulging information that she had perhaps not told anyone before; Soran felt honoured at this, but she also knew to keep quiet, to allow the younger girl to speak without interruption. She listened carefully as the girl spoke, keeping her in the embrace that they had found themselves in, a wolven version of a hug.

As the girl spoke Soran's heart filled with sorrow for her, it seemed that she had had a very hard young life, it seemed that the Beta wolf and this young girl had more in common than either had realised. Soran had had a lot of troubles in her younger life and it seemed that Ciara had had a similar upbringing. It seemed that they had both been through unimaginable horrors in their youth, horrors that no child should see. Soran's heart went out to the young female at that moment, she rubbed her chin against the younger female's head again, she so wanted her to be able to see her life at this moment, to witness what had happened to Soran herself, so that she could see that it does get better, that you could end up as the Beta female of a pack with a huge family around you, even when you've had a horrid childhood. At that moment Soran moved her head away from the younger girl's and stared out into the sea.
"I know exactly how you feel Ciara, believe me I do." Soran spoke sadly, staring out at the sea.
"My father was the Alpha of our pack, and he was a psychopath. When he was young a black wolf attacked the pack, from then on he decided that all black pelted wolves were the most evil things ever to walk the land." Soran started, looking down at her own jet black pelt for emphasis.
"When I was born my siblings were all dead, I was the only black wolf, my father slaughtered my mother on the spot simply for having given birth to me... I never knew her. He would have killed me as well, had it not been for another wolf, a wolf named Becca, she protected me and raised me alongside her pups, one of whom became my best friend, his name was Iikka. My father grew more insane and Becca, Iikka and I fled the pack, he hunted me and killed Becca, he killed both my mothers... and then he killed Iikka as well, he left me completely alone and chased me endlessly across the lands." Soran said, revealing something which not many knew, only a handful of wolves had ever been told the true story of Soran's early life and many of them were dead now, the only living wolf who knew was Deuce and she was Soran's mate; no matter how Soran trusted someone, the tale of her young life was often too painful to divulge. Ciara would probably never know how lucky she was to have been told this tale.
"He followed me relentlessly, I felt so alone, that I would never find someone who would care for me. Then I found Syemv, the first pack I belonged to here, in the old lands. There I learned that you did not have to have wonderful parents to have a family. What I am saying Ciara, is that I will be your family if you let me, the whole pack will be yours if you let us." Soran said, fighting the cold, wistful look from her eyes and looking from the sea back to Ciara warmly with her last sentence, her offer. She gave the young girl a smile and nuzzled her with her nose, before straightening up again.

"How did your mother die? If it's not too painful to tell me, if it is I will understand." The sable female asked, resting her head on top of Ciara's again, as if she was hugging her.

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Ciara O'Callahan

02-11-2012, 06:52 PM

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As Soran told her eerily similar tale, Ciara took her turn to listen quietly. She pressed her smaller, mottled form in against the ebony wolfess. Soran’s body was warm beneath her fur, and while the wind did nothing to penetrate Ciara’s own thick pelt, that warmth was still a comfort. Ciara’s eyes widened as Soran spoke of her own father. Their stories were so close that the yearling felt a strange pull inside of her, a sympathy that only beings who shared a similar experience could feel. She knew that from this moment on the Beta would be so much more than her leader.

Gently, Ciara nuzzled at the sable wolf as she continued to tell her tale. Ciara’s father had been equally cruel, and psychotic, but it sounded like Ciara had actually been lucky. While Damon had tried to kill her, he had run off and left them alone that morning Ciara’s mother had caught him trying to drown her. She still remembered the feeling of those fangs on the scruff of her neck. As a pup, she was used to getting picked up and carted around, the there was a pressure in those fangs she’d never felt before. It had been an evil, painful grip. Still, the yearling was thankful that her fate had been a little different than the sable Beta’s. Soran’s father had chased her, doubtlessly tormenting her dreams and making it impossible to live in peace.

With a whimper of understanding, the young subordinate pressed closer, rubbing her head against the underside of Soran’s chin. At the offer of family, Ciara pulled away gently and once again locked eyes with her Beta. “Soran…” she began, “I would be honoured to call you family, to call all of New Dawn family. Though…I don’t know if some of the others would consider me the same.” Her eyes clouded a little and her muzzle split into a frown. “I feel like Shandom is going to hate me for getting him yelled at that day with Noah…I really hadn’t meant to go against the rules of cause trouble.” Her ears pinned back against the splotched pelt of her head in shame. “I hope he’ll forgive me someday.”

To Soran’s question about her mother, Ciara glanced out at the ocean. Subconsciously, she moved even closer to the woman, sure she was about to cause the Beta to topple over if she tried to make their wolven embrace any tighter. “She died when we got to the edge of the ice flow, right by the shore we were trying to get to. She grabbed me by the scruff and tossed me the distance to the shore, and I landed in the water, but close enough to get out of it before I got too cold.” While she was reflecting, Ciara realized that any time she’d been grabbed by the scruff had been bad. She hoped she never had to experience that again. “When mother tried to jump across, she was too tired, and when she landed on the ice her…her neck hit the edge and she just…didn’t move again.” Her nose pressed to the Beta’s fur again, gathering strength to tell this next part of her tale. “I went into the water after her, and I managed to grab her tail. The waves helped me bring her to the shore but she wouldn’t wake up. I stayed with her for a long time, but animals came and took her from me. I had to run so they wouldn’t take me, too.”

She kept her flecked eyes closed as she revealed this, bringing her bushy tail curling around her form. The yearling needed every bit of comfort she could get right now. She had always thought that others would blame her for the death of her mother. Ciara had used the last of her mother’s strength when she’d been thrown across, and she hadn’t been strong enough to save her from the ice, or the water. She couldn’t even protect her mother’s lifeless form from the multiple scavengers that eventually chased her away.

“It was my fault…” she said, her youthful and normally cheerful voice breaking with her sadness.

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Soran Aatte

03-15-2012, 01:47 PM

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I am so, so sorry for the wait on this! It's been stupidly hectic in my life at the moment, then like a fool I dislocated my thumb XD It's all been a bit of a problem for posting.

It seemed that the sable female and the younger girl did indeed have a lot in common, perhaps Ciara was indeed the lucky one of the pair, her father running away rather than stalking her for years, then again at least Soran knew for sure that her father was most certainly dead, he had died by her own paws; an accident of course, a kick in self defence that had sent him tumbling into some rocks, he must have punctured a lung for it had not taken him long to die after that. Still, even though Soran knew that her father could no longer hunt her, chase her down and threaten herself, her pack and her family, she had blood on her paws and that was something that she had had to learn to deal with; for even though it had been an accident and the large male had deserved it, she had still killed him. She nuzzled against the younger female again, rubbing her chin across the top of the girl's mottled head, hoping that she was offering some comfort to the younger one. The girl pulled away from Soran at the offer of family and said that she would be honoured to call the sable female and the rest of New Dawn family, at this the dark lady's coal coloured tail began to wag lightly, thumping against the ground as she looked at the younger female. Soran listened as Ciara seemed to become upset once again, saying that she feared that the other wolves may not see her as family, that Shandom might hate her, especially after the incident when the young girl had tried to feed Noah. The sable female looked into Ciara's eyes, watching her carefully as she spoke, nodding as she said that she hoped the alabaster male would forgive her some day.
"I would not worry too much Ciara, Shandom was firm with you because that is what is expected of him in this pack. If the truth is to be told I think he is actually more upset with me than he is with you, he knows that you are young and new to the pack, whereas I think he thinks that I should know better than to show kindness to the Omega. Unfortunately Noah is my step son and sometimes my heart rules my head. I hope you don't think any less of me for that. I shall speak with Shandom, I think I was a little too harsh with him after all." Soran replied, smiling at the younger girl.

She smiled again as the younger female cuddled up to her once more, had they gotten any closer together they would have ended up as one wolf at this moment in time. The dark female moved close and allowed the younger female to tuck her head beneath the older female's own dark one once more. She listened as the girl spoke, it all sounded very sad, although it seemed that, like Becca, Ciara's mother had given the ultimate sacrifice, her own life for Ciara's. That was the pinnacle of a mother's love there, the self sacrifice for one's children, it was a sign that Ciara had indeed been the most important thing in her mother's life. As Ciara said she blamed herself Soran let out a small cry of protest. "No, no Ciara! You must never, ever blame yourself for what happened. She chose to give her life for yours, you may not understand this but I do not know a mother that would not have, maternal love is the most powerful thing you will ever know. Trust me Ciara had she not sacrificed herself for you she would have never forgiven herself. She would not have done it if she had not wanted to, it seems that you were incredibly important to her dear." Soran spoke, her tone motherly and affectionate, trying to convince the young female that what she said was the truth in her eyes. She licked at the girl's ears in a motherly way before nuzzling her close once more.
"It was not your fault that wild animals took her body, it sounds like you did your best, she would have been crushed had you died trying to defend her body I am sure." Soran added, trying to comfort her. "I had to leave my mother's, Becca I mean and Iikka's body behind when I fled, I often wonder what would have happened to them now." Soran added, looking wistfully out to the sea once more.
"Are you happy here Ciara? Can you see it being your home?" Soran then asked.

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