Mayday

Ciara O'Callahan · 05-01-2012, 07:44 PM

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Sleep. Glorious, peaceful sleep. It was her only release from the growing depression she’d been suffering the past few weeks. Every waking moment was spent worrying over her mate, why she wasn’t making him happy, what he could be keeping from her that made him still act so distant. She thought she was there for him, thought she was affectionate enough. She kept herself open to the conversation she knew was going to come. A part of her dreaded that he’d never open up to her, that he’d never unleash whatever monsters were keeping him from truly being hers.

In her dreams they were happy. Absolutely connected in every fibre of their beings, physically, emotionally, even spiritually if there could be such a thing. They would run together, hunt together and spend the nights pressed close. In her dreams, always, there were pups. Three of them, two white with black-rimmed ears like their father and golden patches like Ciara’s own mottled coat, and one of the purest white, Arctic fur. It was with these wolves, in this life, that she was happy. Here there were no insecurities, no doubts. Her family was complete, happy, and lacking nothing.

New Dawn continued to be a home to her, and she did take comfort in her pack mates when she saw them, but she’d been distant lately. That was not their fault, for certain. Several times she had considered seeking out Soran, just to talk to her and seek advice. The sable elder was like a mother to her, the closest thing to a maternal figure Ciara had had since the death of her own mother a year prior. Sometimes she even thought of speaking to Zalen about her concerns for Augustus, or maybe even Titania, though she always suspected the Alphess disliked her. No matter how many temptations presented themselves, Ciara continued to stay to herself, wanting only to hear the voice of her mate explaining and unleashing all of his obvious discomfort so they might move on.

It appeared that nature had not destined that night to be a peaceful one for the golden Epsilon. While Ciara was sleeping, that dreaded, familiar scent began to leak from her pores. It filled the den, drifting to each black, leathery nose until it finally woke Ciara herself. Her earthen eyes snapped open and she lifted her head quickly. A low growl started in her throat and then she stamped a paw down. NO! she shouted, before leaping up and quickly bolting from the den. Why did this have to happen now? Couldn’t it wait until they’d sorted things out? Didn’t they have enough problems?

She snarled as she ran for the brook outside the den and plunged directly into the waters. She didn’t want to deal with the smell. Didn’t want to see the look on the males’ faces when they caught that scent and had to be around her. She wondered idly if Augustus would become more protective now that she was his. A small part of her wondered if he’d take her himself, and the fearful pang of the maiden rose in her throat. She knew she would be forced from the den again, but at least she was aware beforehand. With another deep growl, the Epsilon lowered herself down until she was laying in the water.

Nature hated her, it seemed.

Zalen Damaichu · 05-01-2012, 07:59 PM

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Word Count 349:: Zalen's gonna be bad in this one...

The dark Alpha lay near the river this day, his back pressed gingerly against the trunk of a tree, eyes half-lidded. But despite his sleepy appearance, he was very alert, satellite ears darting about at the softest sound. Still, despite his not being sleepy, he was in a calm state, and his poet mind ever working.

It had recently come to him that Ichika no Ho-en was no more, and its members had scattered like leaves to the four winds. The male breathed in, lungs filling to the brim, before letting out a long, groaning sigh. Where was X’yrin? He worried for her deeply; and now Kiara too, who was surely still living in the birthing den, yet now not protected by the borders of a pack. Zalen was overcome by grief at the loss of New Dawn’s only true ally, and now, they were alone.

Olive eyes opened slowly, looking through the dappled shadows of the tree towards the river, which sparkled in the midday sun. It was warm, but not unpleasant in the least bit. Zalen’s mind drifted then away from sad thoughts to those of the newest members of New Dawn. Sky’s puppies were the greatest joy, and Zalen had already fallen in love with them. Sky, seemed to be fitting in as best he could tell, but she was used to the more humanized life, and kept to herself more. That was alright with Zalen, he understood that; she was not the only member with such a demeanor.

Suddenly, a flutter of browns and grays came into view, and his eyes opened fully to watch as his young Epsilon, Ciara, came bursting from the direction of the den and without hesitation splashed into the depths of the stream. Zalen pushed himself up on to his front paws and leaned forward, nose twitching, as he watched her reappear. And then the scent hit him; she was trying to hide it, but he was downwind, and it was not something easily missed. Zalen slowly stood to all fours, and took several tentative steps out into the sunlight.

Ciara O'Callahan · 05-01-2012, 08:23 PM

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OOC: Ooooh boy, this should be interesting. WC: +400

As soon as she plunged into the water, Ciara instantly felt relief. The heat plaguing her body had cooled almost instantly and the itching sensation all over her form started to calm. Still, her neck craned so she could nip across her fur, growling as she worked at her skin. It would be easier if she were biting at ticks or fleas, but there were none yet, it was not quite warm enough. This was an itch that could only be scratched in one way, and the young Epsilon was unsure if she was even ready for that yet. When she’d finished biting and gained a little more relief, she settled back down into the water.

The cool current pressing against her body relaxed her almost to the point of sleep. It contrasted against the warmth of the mid-day sun. She closed her eyes against its light and let out a relaxed sigh. Could she spend the next two weeks here, in the brook, refusing to leave until her cycle had passed and she could move amongst the others free of the embarrassment that came with this aspect of being a female? She knew that she was a pretty wolf, with golden patched fur which shone both in moonlight and the rays of the sun. It wouldn’t help keep them away, that was for sure.

Carefully Ciara took a few rocky steps forward in the water so she could rest her chin on the bank. Occasionally the pull of the current caused her lithe body to sway, her tail swishing along. The coolness was everywhere, touching every aching inch of her. She was so caught up in the relief that she didn’t immediately sense Zalen’s approach. Her ears pricked at the sound of paws approaching, and her earthen eyes snapped open. She thought at first that it might be Augustus come to rescue her, but when those hues fell on the hulking, sable form of her Alpha, a slight panic rose in her.

What was Zalen doing here? The last time she’d been in heat, he had warned her and Augustus what would happen if they stepped out of bounds. Was he coming to yell at her? She was already out of the den, no longer harming them or threatening his mate Titania. She forced herself to relax, convincing herself that her Alpha was merely curious about why she was sitting there in the brook. Her tail swished over the water even as her eyes lowered, and her ears folded against her head in the proper, submissive greeting.

Hello, Alpha, she said, all politeness and uncertainty.

Zalen Damaichu · 05-01-2012, 08:54 PM

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Word Count 280:: He'll snap out of it... maybe... XD.

He managed to make it nearly a yard to Ciara before she noticed him. Before she opened her eyes to look at him he surveyed her form, slightly surreal in the drag of the water. She had chosen a deep part of the stream to jump into, logically, and not even the small fry swimming about her milky legs could distract him. He breathed in her now watery scent, the chemicals of it shooting to his brain and affecting him like the strongest drug. But then she opened her honey eyes, and he saw the wary spark in them before she melted into comfortable submission and greeted him.

Zalen’s ear flicked and his brow furrowed ever so slightly, I have a name. He said before he could stop himself. Why shouldn’t she call him by name? Had he been elevated to such a high pedestal that she, or anyone else, could no longer reach him? Was he not just a male and she not just a female, he in his prime? Could she not see him for that?

Zalen shook his thinning ruff, a few tufts of black fur falling to the ground; he was shedding but not too terribly; Zalen still retained his regal appearance. He took the steps towards her the closed the distance between them and he bent down to place a lick on her muzzle; she even tasted good.

A shiver of testosterone and greed shot through Zalen like electricity; his eyes darted about for a moment; who was he looking for? Augustus? Titania? What could they do anyway? He was at the top around here, and all of New Dawn’s females were his after all.

Ciara O'Callahan · 05-01-2012, 09:10 PM

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OOC: He's not the only one that needs to snap out of it. xD WC: 323

Though she knew she was supposed to keep her eyes lowered around Zalen at all times, she couldn’t help but shoot a glance up at him in surprise. Of course he had a name but…he was her leader. Her king in a way. The pack would not stand without him, and she was a mere Epsilon. How could she possibly act so casually around such a wolf? Instantly, she was worried that she’d offended him, too consumed in this panic to realize that her eyes were staring into his own emerald ones. It was a few seconds before she realized her offence, but by then the male had moved forward and was licking over her snout.

The lashes of that tongue caused sensations she’d never felt before. Sensations which she wasn’t even supposed to feel, at least not for Zalen. The ways of nature did not care about the difference between Augustus and Zalen, between Alpha and Epsilon even. The only difference that mattered here was that he was male, and she female. She was young, fertile and ready while he was, as mentioned, in his prime. A soft whimper left her throat when his tongue withdrew. Her mind was frantic, filling her head with excuses to depart and forcing the mental image of Augustus to her viewing pleasure, but her body would not listen.

Without realizing what she was doing, Ciara had pulled herself from the stream and gently shook the water from her fur. Those scented droplets fell around the pair, doubtlessly falling on the young Alpha’s nose and making her heat-scent even stronger. After shaking herself out, she stood still and looked at him, eyes taking in the athletic, healthy build of the dark male before her. She studied him from nose to tail-tip, then glanced back to his candy-green eyes.

Zalen, she finally replied, as though he needed to know his name. Her tone was sultrier than she’d expected.

Zalen Damaichu · 05-01-2012, 09:29 PM

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Word Count 261:: OOC.

The whine that come from her did not escape him, and he turned his darting eyes to look down at her once more. Zalen was very still, like he waited on bated breath, as the young female pulled herself from the waters and shook. The droplets fanned around her and caught the light of the sun, making her glow for an instant. And that scent, that heady scent! Zalen swooned, and had to lift a paw and slam it to the ground quickly to keep himself from falling. She said his name then, and he looked at her, into those honey eyes.

Zalen raised his head, and puffed out his fur, and took on the visage of a strong and majestic stallion of a wolf, and a long, low growl came from his chest. He wanted her to swoon over him as he did her, he wanted her to treat him the way she did Augustus, the way she had when she had first gone into heat. Whatever grip on reality that Zalen had was slowly slipping away as his excitement mounted at the prospect of mating with this exquisite creature.

But Titania, what of Titania? His mind was suddenly a battlefield, the instinctual side of his full of the fire of copulation, while the other side cried out for his mate. Why could Titania not be this way? Why was it taking her so long to bloom? Was it he? Was he not masculine enough to bring out the Alphess’ femininity? Zalen raised a single, black lip in sexual frustration.

Titania Moonsong · 05-02-2012, 11:59 AM

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OOC Bwahaha! 300+

Ask and you shall receive… It was almost as though the Alphess was called by some secret signal, for just a moment into the nervy encounter something stirred within the foliage, and shortly after the silvery alphess stepped from the brush. Her agitation was palpable the moment she emerged; Ciara’s heat scent was not lost on her – and in fact was what drew her to the scene – and her jealousy was clearly written in the lip that was curled in disgust, and the ruff of fur around her shoulders that was feathered, standing on end to make the Alphess appear even larger. In an instant she had seen Ciara and Zalen, and her golden eyes became molten rage.

“What is the meaning of this?!” She barked, jumping to conclusions that were far worse than what was really happening, but probably not all that unfounded. Her head dropped and a chalky growl rumbled in her throat as she stalked forward on jilted paws.

When she reached them she threw her weight, pushing herself in between the two and shouldering Ciara aside less the girl moved on her own volition. A flash of yellow eyes caught Zalen’s face as she threw her head, offering him little more comfort than a head butt in advisory to move away. She paused for a moment, her nose twitching as she confirmed that the heat scent she had detected was from Ciara. Ciara… Ciara who she had just found sneaking off with her very own mate, and Alpha of the pack. She turned on the wolfess, fangs dripping venomous words.

“Do you challenge me?!” She roared and snapped her jaws, nipping at Ciara’s paws to force her back; she didn’t care that the water was just behind the Epsilon and she might fall in at any moment. The threatened Alphess curled her tail and raised her head high, glaring down her snout at the Epsilon and awaiting her next move.

What she saw, or thought she saw, was another female trying to seduce the wolf she loved. That was a direct threat not only to her future blood line but to her status in the pack as well. In Titania’s eyes, Ciara might as well have trotted right into the den and challenged her rank, but Titania was not about to let that happen.

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Augustus · 05-02-2012, 01:26 PM

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ooc WC Bleh, not as good a post as I was hoping to write, but had to join in || 610

Augustus

The white and black Epsilon was as restless as ever. He’d left Ciara in the den alone that morning, to patrol, anything. Ever since his talk with Shandom, he knew it was about time to bring everything to light to trust her with his past, his darkest fears, everything that made him who he was. She deserved to know, and his enduring reluctance was wearing on her, so much so he could see it. He shrugged it all off, using his duty to distract him. Things were quiet in New Dawn since their encounter with the cougar and bear, the threats had passed. He relieved himself on the borders, ensuring that all the surrounding wolves knew that New Dawn’s borders were protected, and he would remain vigilant in this duty. He often took solace in his duty. There was little else he could do well. His social charms were especially lacking, and his friends were few. This didn’t bother him. As long as he had Ciara, if he was not losing her as well. He gave his head a hearty shake and continued on. Call it a hunch, or whatever it could be called, but something caused him to turn suddenly, to head back to the den.

On his way there his sensitive ears perked. There were voices on the air, a female’s. He slowed his pace, and proceeded with more caution. The voice was angered, there was shouting. His brows creased and he pressed onwards, slowly, cautiously. If whatever was happening came to blows, his bulk would be needed. He steeled himself for whatever it was that lay before him on the horizon, muscles tensing. The scents followed shortly afterwards. As they drifted towards him he began to put two and two together. He recognized the voice as Titania’s, and her scent confirmed it. Zalen was there as well. This concerned him. Were the Alpha’s fighting? On a closer inspection a third scent wafted towards him, it was not quite as powerful as it would have been, for the water had served to dull it down, mask it, but it was there. Heat scent. His pelt bristled with it, even more so when he recognized it, not just as heat-scent but that of his mate’s. The sea smell of Ciara was dull in comparison to the seductive aroma which sought to overcome it.

He was powerless to stop himself as his paws picked up the pace and he raced towards them, body tensed, pelt bristled. He did not flatten his ears, they remained perked to determine what was the cause for the distress. He came to an abrupt halt upon the trio. One look. It only took one look and the male bared his fangs. “What’s going on here?!” he snarled, body aggressive. He would have run to Ciara, but Titania was blocking him from her. Ciara in heat, Titania, enraged, standing between the two. His eyes darted from face to face, to face. Ciara was dangerously close to the water’s edge. He didn’t know what to do, but his face heated with rage, mirroring the Alphess. He might have been overstepping his bounds, but Ciara was his mate. The way Zalen was looking at her, the way she’d been looking at him… “She’s mine.” He said, his voice dangerously low, gutteral with anger and with the heat radiating from his mate. He shot a glare to his mate, attempting to cow her into submission, to remind her as much as Zalen. Her life was not her own. If anyone took her, it would be him, he didn’t care who rose up to challenge that, not even his Alpha.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 05-02-2012, 02:02 PM

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Earthen eyes had widened when the ebony Alpha had puffed out his chest and made himself appear larger. She was absolutely torn and confused. First and foremost, Zalen was not her mate and even though the hormones were surging she knew it wasn’t him she wanted. He seemed to be urging her to be the seductress of her first heat, the sultry rubbing and tail flicking she’d given to Augustus. But he was not Augustus. Secondly, this was the Alpha. If he commanded something of her, even this, what was she to do? To refuse him would be to challenge him. That thought caused anxiety to fill her and she glanced around for Augustus and Titania as well. Her furtive scanning, however, was not to see if anyone would stop them, it was hoping someone would. She didn’t want to betray Augustus, but didn’t want to insult Zalen. The only thing that could save her would be a distraction.

She whimpered in response to the male’s thick growl and was just lowering herself to the ground when suddenly the ivory and crimson form of the Alphess came into view. At once, relief and dread swept through her. She knew exactly what the scene would look like. It looked exactly like what her hormones were urging her to do – as if she were trying to seduce the Alpha into taking her, into betraying his own mate. Her venture towards the ground sped up until she had flattened herself, yelping when Titania’s fangs made contact with her paws. Quickly, her ears flattened against her head and her tail tucked between her legs. Even as Titania pressed her closer and closer to the edge of the brook she kept going backwards until one paw slipped into the water, jarring her. The Epsilon knew she must look weak, scrambling back from the attack of the Alphess, but it was her duty to honor and obey the other female, and she put that before her dignity.

No, Alphess! she cried at the accusation. I would never challenge your rank, nor take your mate. She knew that the scene made a perfect contrast to her words. I was just sitting in the brook when Zalen came, we…we were just talking I swear. I left the den as soon as I realized my cycle was upo— Her words were cut off by another enraged, incredulous voice and once more dread filled her. Her head snapped to watch as her mate came on the scene, all aggression and outrage. A whimper rose in her throat then and she looked to him desperately. If only their minds could share a telepathic link she’d assure him right there that nothing had happened. She wouldn’t have allowed it to! Even with her instincts screaming at her to give herself to the Alpha, even with Zalen’s emerald gaze burning through her, she would have run before betraying him.

She wanted desperately to go to her mate, but she knew any sudden movements would earn her a punishment from the Alphess. She would have to go through Titania to get to Augustus, and that could be seen as a challenge as well. Alphess, I apologize for what this must look like. I swear on pain of death that I would never attempt to take your position. I did not mean to threaten you, she vowed, glancing up to focus her gaze on Titania’s snout. She would not look the Alphess in the eye out of respect, but she hoped that Titania would see the truth in those earthen pools. I belong to Augustus, she said, voice unwavering. He is my mate and the only wolf I want. She glanced to Zalen then, pleading with him not to be offended. He was the only one not angry with her. Even Augustus was furious with her, and she winced and whimpered beneath the glare he shot at her. Her slender form became even more submissive then, subtly so, but it was in response to her mate.

She had given herself to him, and though it was proper to show respect to the Alphas, there was no greater or deeper submission that the kind one gives to one’s mate. Her eyes dropped from his orange gaze and she studied her paws, her stomach sick with worry. Whatever wrath Titania would give her would pale in comparison to that of Augustus. He had the power to hurt her in ways the Alphess never could. He could leave her, or worse, he might never trust her. She shook as she waited for the reaction of all those around her, miserably hunched on the ground, her one paw still hanging in the water.

Zalen Damaichu · 05-02-2012, 02:26 PM

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Zalen watched the confused expression on Ciara’s face at his actions, but he paid it no mind. He was the Alpha, the strongest, most desirable male in the pack, was he not? She should be begging to be chosen by him to mate with. Slowly, she began to bow before him, and he took another step towards her, his body shifting ever so slightly, a subtle sign that he was planning on moving to her backside. But then, a sound, and Zalen’s mind was ripped away from the wolfess before him to see Titania burst from the tree-line like a banshee.

Zalen could do nothing as his mate pressed between he and Ciara, and set her teeth against the young girl. His ears flicked back slightly, eyes wide, as the subordinate immediately groveled before the Alphess. He was slightly in shock, and reeling, his head swimming from testosterone and adrenaline. Zalen stood stiff, trying to regain his sense when another wolf appeared, this time it was Ciara’s mate, Augustus.

The silver and black male came towards them, bristling and enraged and claiming Ciara as his own. Ciara then began explaining quickly that there had been nothing, that Zalen was not who she wanted, and she caught his eye. This is what set Zalen’s mind back to its senses, though he was still incredulous at both Titania and Augustus for barging in on him. He turned to face Augustus, forced ears forward, raised his hackles and drew back his lips to snarl at the monochromatic hunter. He would not take this insubordination from any male, and he growled viciously at the Epsilon before whipping his entire body around to bite at Titania’s face ENOUGH! he roared out in a feral and guttural voice that demanded respect from all of them, and now.

Titania Moonsong · 05-02-2012, 04:03 PM

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OOC Ciara can sneak out from behind Titania pretty much, or any other number of situations that could happen. Wink 400+

Despite the gravity of the offense that had been made, Titania’s bark was much worse than her bite, like in most dog fights. No matter how green her insides could become she could not force herself to attack Ciara, and for all the barking and nipping at her paws once the Epsilon began to back off so did Titania’s assault. It did nothing to cull her ire, though. The underling started in with quick, mournful words of defense. They were enough to keep Titania’s teeth still yet her heart continued to pound like a hammer in her chest.

“The serpent denies everything when his crimes are brought to light,” she began, speaking over Ciara’s defense, but both of them were cut off when Augustus entered the scene. Her head jerked up and over to glare at the male as he came in all pomp and circumstance, and an icy grip seized her heart – but this time it was different than what she had felt just seconds ago. Now there was another challenge, and already a sensitive situation, Ciara’s scent would not help the males settle this dispute in the least.

Despite her anger towards both Ciara and Zalen, her first instinct was to protect her mate from this challenger. What was the best way to do that? For one, use the leverage she already had to keep him under control. Titania turned to face Augustus but kept Ciara blocked off against the water, laying miserably submissive to all three of them. With her head low and her ears plastered back, she backed up another step to show she wasn’t going to let Ciara up any time soon, and nearly stepped all over the wolfess in the act. Her lip curled and a vicious snarl erupted from her, and for a moment Titania was as feral as her ancestors, spittle dripping from her bottom jaw. And then Zalen took her down a notch.

She yelped in surprise when a cautionary bite came from the last place she expected. In all of this, she hadn’t bothered to keep an eye on Zalen and didn’t notice his teeth coming for her until her had snapped at her own face. She jerked back, shook her head, and looked at Zalen in shock; the bite had garnered exactly the desired effect.

She wanted to snap back at him but this was not the place and certainly not the time for a lover’s quarrel. Both of them had been threatened, and now it was time for the Alpha to put his pack into check, and the Alphess would be remiss if she interfered. Her audacity now taken down a notch, she turned amber eyes to Augustus, watching his every move. If there was the slightest move against Zalen she would be there to stop it, her beef with Ciara all but forgotten for the time being.

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Augustus · 05-04-2012, 01:54 PM

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ooc Phew WC: 703

Augustus

The situation was quickly spinning out of control, but there was little to be done that could settle the blood boiling in his veins. His pelt was bristled and he flattened his ears to his skull, eyes skipping from face to face to face, not caring to avoid any pair of eyes. His mate’s explanations were nearly lost to him, but he forced a black-rimmed ear towards her. She was whimpering, and cowering in submission, perhaps there was some truth to her words? Heat was a powerful thing and the scent radiating from her was not helping their predicament. It caused his temper to flare, and his mind and heart to race. He wanted to go to her, to drag her out by her scruff and mount her, prove that she was his, and no one else’s. The Alphess was blocking him, threatening to push her into the water. Titania’s words were venomous, and her snarl no less, but he shrugged it off. The Alphess was young, and he, though not truly much older, he was male and a rather large one. He would not be cowed by her, if it were not for her proximity to his mate, that was. He growled in return, not the snarl he was tempted to release, but he stood firm, neither advancing or retreating. Ciara would not fight back, he knew. She was doing as she should, it was only he that was at issue now.

It was Zalen that drew his attention then. The sable Alpha snarled at him, and both leaders rounded on him. He knew then, that his actions had taken a turn for the worse. It was no longer about Ciara’s heat, they saw him as a threat to their position, and the male teeming with rage was forced to contemplate his actions, actions which he had deemed as just. In his eyes, it was his mate’s honor he was defending, and his claim to her. His eyes roamed over Zalen and Titania in turn, sizing them up. He was larger than the both, that was true, but Zalen was older, more experienced, and he was not alone. Titania, despite Augustus’s doubts of her physical prowess, would tip the scales against him, making this battle two against one.

He watched both carefully, cautiously, trying to read them, and began to consider the favorable outcome. If he did, indeed, defeat them, that would make he and his mate the Alpha pair. Augustus had been born to such a pair, but since his banishment from their ranks, had never considered leading again. In truth he did not want to lead. He preferred to follow, to bend to the will of wiser wolves. His social graces were lacking, and his tactical mind was not a political one. It was blood and battle in which he thrived. As the circumstances were, chance of success was little to none, and the consequences, dire. If he did rise up and attack them only to lose it could result in another banishment, or worse he would become a Pariah, a wolf to be tormented and humiliated. And what of Ciara? Would she not be punished also? His eyes trailed to hers for the briefest moment. He did not want his mistake costing Ciara everything she’d worked so hard to achieve.

Finally, the bi-colored tundra wolf, dropped his wide aggressive-dominant stance. The breath huffed out of him and with a last look at his mate his gaze dropped to the ground. With a bitter taste in his mouth he realized that this situation required more than his usual submissiveness. He inhaled and reluctantly lowered his hackles, dropped to the ground and rolled over onto his back before the Alpha and Alphess. With his belly exposed and tail tucked the Epsilon felt humiliated, but the dispute had gone on too far and too long. It went without saying that he would guard his mate’s heat far more fiercely, and if they had to dig a new den just for themselves, he would do it. He did not want to be in this situation again, ever, for if something of this magnitude came to fruitition once again, he would not back down.

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Ciara O'Callahan · 05-04-2012, 02:18 PM

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OOC: Unhappy Epsilons. D: WC: 618

This was absolute hell. All she’d wanted was the river to cool her heated flesh and mask that damnable scent. She hadn’t expected the Alpha to come to nature’s calling. Now here they were in a situation that would seemingly never end. Her heart was aching from the angry look Augustus had given her and she was more afraid of the conversation they’d have afterwards than the situation at hand. Even still, the tension was thick in the air and Ciara felt she was suffocating in it. Her paw was dripping wet, still in the cool water of the stream, and the Epsilon had the mind to back into the stream entirely and follow it away from the situation.

But she could not leave her mate to this. It had been her own stupid fault. She should have just stayed in the water when Zalen came by instead of listening to her hormones, to the call of the wild. She gritted her sharp teeth, scuffling back a little more when Titania pushed her further back, stepping on her in the process. Zalen’s angry shout had caused her fur to sleek in submission, ears already paper-flat against her head. Her earthen eyes were watching her mate steadily. He was standing there, growling, and defending her honor and his claim to her against his leaders. It made Ciara’s heart flip that he would defend her so fiercely, but it also made her guilty. She had put him in this situation.

His eyes burned into her whenever they met, and a chill went through her each time. That look promised retribution, and caused another soft whimper to leave her throat. She wanted to go to him straight away, to push her fur against his and nip under his chin in submission. She wanted to apologize to him until he believed her, to vow that the situation would never happen again. Something told her that Augustus would make sure of that, and once again the chill ran through her. She glanced up to Zalen, and stared at the back of Titania’s head, wondering if they’d allow her to go to him just yet.

Just as she was lifting her paw, Augustus composed himself and lowered himself to the ground. Instantly, Ciara relaxed, knowing that the Alphas would see this as proper submission and the end of the threat. Her mind didn’t travel to the possibilities of being the Alpha pair as Augustus’ did. It was true that she’d follow him anywhere, and support him in anything, but she cared deeply for Zalen and his mate, and respected their position. If she had known his thoughts, she would have been even more relieved when he rolled to show his belly to them. Her heart broke a little. She knew her mate’s love for duty, but also knew his pride. Seeing him in this position was something she never wished to see again, and once more she ached that she’d caused this. He’d surely hate her for it.

With a low whine, Ciara finally moved. Keeping her body low to the ground, she basically crawled around Titania so she could be near her mate. When she was parallel to his salt-and-pepper form, she too rolled so her belly was in the air. She’d done nothing to threaten Zalen, but she understood the insult she’d made to Titania. She pulled her paws up to her chin and kept her tail tucked, hoping it would help to mask her heat scent. Words were no longer needed. The Alphas, seeing their two Epsilons reaffirming their dominance would doubtlessly put an end to this situation. Once this situation was finally cleared, then Ciara would be left to her mate, and they’d be able to sort this out. Hopefully.

Zalen Damaichu · 05-05-2012, 06:23 PM

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This happened quickly as Zalen stood there, puffed and bristling. Titania backed off, though gave him an incredulous look. Augustus, who seemed torn for a moment, laid down before them in complete submission, revealing his white belly. Then, Ciara crawled on her belly to join her mate and looked up at the Alphas like a disciplined pup. Zalen’s snarl slowly melt from his face, and his hackles lowered, and he once again became a calm canine he usually was. Then his face showed regret, and frustration, and be bumped slightly against Titania’s flank in a ashamed apologetic manner, though he knew she would want more than just that.

Zalen then walked over to the pair on the ground stiffly, and stood above them. He looked into each of their faces, though Augustus’ was upside down. He bent down and nuzzled them each in turn and let out a long whine, I’m sorry. He whispered, and then backed off. The dark male turned to look back at his ivory mate, and flicked a couple ears back as if swatting away an imaginary fly. What had he done?

Zalen let out a sigh and turned to walk back to the den site, looking haggard and bothered. There was nothing more he could say; it had all been his fault anyway, and now he was mentally exhausted. A nap sounded really good, if he could sleep at all.

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