Obscure Pillow Talk

Cerberus Antum · 03-21-2012, 08:17 PM

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Cerberus had been avoiding Ciara ever since he'd returned to New Dawn. Not only was the state of his face a huge contributing factor to this avoidance, but so was the issue that Ceri didn't want to deal with the fact that perhaps she had found a mate while he was gone. Surely she had to have gone into heat by now, and even if she hadn't, she was pretty enough and sweet enough that she could have any male she wanted. On one hand, yeah, Cerberus didn't entirely care and he'd move on just like he had with every other girl he'd flirted with. But on the other, there was something special about the she-wolf that kept him inexplicably tethered to her, and he didn't truly want to let her go.

So he'd waited until the moon hung high in the sky, signifying it was late enough that the darkness would hide his mangled face and give him a better chance of keeping Ciara around. He certainly wouldn't coerce her into any sort of emotional commitment – it just wasn't who he was. And he wouldn't stand in her way if she did, in fact, have a mate. But he knew he at least had to see her. She probably already knew that he was back, due to the way news traveled within a pack; she may have even seen him lying in the shade a time or two. But he couldn't recall having seen her in passing since his return, so he had to hope that she hadn't seen him either. Padding along the night-chilled grass, Cerberus made his way to the tiny hovel that he knew belonged to Ciara. Each step was quiet, calculated, and careful to an almost painful degree. Fortunately for him, however, he was feeling no physical pain at the moment, due to the fact that he'd made sure to stock up on herbs just in case his midnight visit turned into a wrestling session like their last encounter had.

Keeping his ears pinned back against his skull and his tail tucked as was expected of an Omega, he inched toward the mouth of her den and paused, taking a moment to peer up at the night sky before looking toward her quarters again. The stars seemed abnormally bright tonight, and for a moment Cerberus wondered if Geoff was up there at that second, rooting him on. A faint smile touched the hybrid's lips, and he inched a little closer to Ciara's den. Her scent danced around his nostrils and made his heart catch in his throat, and he debated turning around and running as a result of his loss for words. But after taking a moment to collect himself, he quietly called out to her: Ciara? Ciara are you there? It's me, Cerberus.

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Set late at night.

Ciara O'Callahan · 03-21-2012, 09:58 PM

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OOC: Beautiful post, and I love your table too!

News did indeed travel fast within New Dawn – especially such juicy gossip. Cerberus had returned bloody, lacking the sable wolfess named Blind and had delivered terrible news. Ciara hadn’t seen Augustus since the news reached the pack, and she hoped that he was alright. The Epsilon knew that her partner in ranking had been close with the exotic female, had watched enviously a time or two as they slept near each other in the den. Still, she wasn’t happy that Blind was gone. Ciara could never be happy for the pain of others, and she grieved for the loss of the sister she’d barely met.

The fact that Cerberus was back was both happy and complicated. She was so relieved that he was alive and that he hadn’t left the pack purposefully. In his absence, Ciara had gone from disbelief to anger to denial to sadness and finally to acceptance. She’d figured that he found something more interesting than her in Blind. After all, Augustus had certainly shown interest. The Epsilon had chalked it up to the two pack members running off to elope somewhere, and had never expected to see the playful coywolf she’d spent such a wonderful afternoon with.

While Cerberus was searching out her den, Ciara was sleeping soundly, curled into a ball with her nose tucked into her tail. She’d learned the trick to staying warm from Augustus, for the dusty male always slept that way. He was, as mentioned before, absent right now, otherwise Ciara was certain he’d be in there sleeping with her. Since the cougar incident, the stoic male hadn’t left her side. The calico female was dreaming when the Omega’s voice rang through her small little cavern. She started to twitch a little, until her earth-coloured eyes finally opened and reflected in the dim light of the moon. Cerberus’ voice was unfamiliar to her now, and all she could tell was that it was a male.

Curious, Ciara stood and shook her pelt out before crawling to the mouth of the den and emerging into the night. The high sphere of the silver moon caused her guard hairs to glint, picking up the silver against the tawny and black splotches until it looked as though the Epsilon were glittering. While she was luminescent, Cerberus was shadowed. She couldn’t see much of him, other than his general shape, hunched down in the pose of an Omega before her. She knew of his promotion, but she didn’t know if he was aware of hers. The Epsilon stood tall, tail raising high over her back and ears pushed forward attentively. It wasn’t a showy display, and Ciara certainly wasn’t attempting to push her rank on him – it was just instinct among wolves.

“Ceri…” she whispered, shocked that he had come to see her. Part of her wanted to curl her lip at him and stalk right back into her den as punishment for abandoning her without a word. But then, they hadn’t been in a relationship, certainly weren’t mates, so what right did she have to be angry? “I…it’s…” she fumbled, not knowing what to say. “I’m glad that you’re alive…when you disappeared I thought, well we all thought…” She certainly wasn’t speaking like an Epsilon. She was speaking like some idiot pup. Plopping her calico rump down onto the ground, she relaxed her posture, while her tone became the more prominent and stable feature.

“Welcome back to New Dawn.”

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