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Spieden
Word Count: 533 (Originally I never planned to make a post this long. >.< Ceara wouldn't stop talking.)
Ceara felt a little more at ease once the other female stopped bristling and pushing her tail out. Not that Ceara didn’t think she had the
right to do so. After all, being a submissive meant putting up with all sorts of wolves, and she never minded having to submit. She felt right at home flattening herself to the ground and averting her gaze. It let her know where she stood in the world, even if she
did stand at the bottom of everyone else. Servitude was her
life and she was
nothing when no one was giving her orders. She was
nothing when no one
needed her.
A moment or two later, Ceara gained two pieces of information: That the other’s name was
Spieden and that Spieden was, in fact, part of a pack. A pack! Yes! The little she-wolf, who had been mentally likened to a cub, wagged her tail at this news. A pack! Somewhere to call home! Alphas telling her what to do! Things for her to accomplish! Perhaps pups to look after, or fights to break up! She would take anything just to be a part of her natural lifestyle again! But she was getting ahead of herself. Just because Spieden had told her she was part of a pack, that did not mean that she had offered Ceara an invitation to join. In fact, that could have been interpreted as a warning. As in:
Hey, you’re encroaching on our territory. What are you doing here? So, Ceara would have to be careful.
Spieden did ask a moment later what she was doing out here, just as Ceara had expected. The problem was, she didn’t have an answer. Not really. She looked to her paws again, as if they might hold the right words. The held nothing, and she cleared her throat awkwardly before deciding that honesty was always the best policy. Besides, it wasn’t a very complicated answer. Or so she thought…
“Um, well…” she began hesitantly.
“I was recently ousted from my birth pack – not because I did anything wrong!” She tagged that last part on quickly, not wanting the female to think she was a trouble-maker.
“No, nothing like that. You see, I am from the first litter my parents ever had. And I… found myself put into the Omega spot in the pack. So, when my sire and dam found out they were to have another litter soon, they pushed me out because I… well, there wasn’t enough food for all of us, and I’m not a very good fighter, so I couldn’t protect the new pups very well – though I would try! I would give my life to protect any member of the pack!”
Quickly, Ceara realized she was rambling, and snapped her jaws shut. Then added, a moment later,
“I ended up wandering, trying to find a new pack to join where I could be of service, and suddenly I was here.” She stopped there, not wanting to ramble anymore. She was getting nervous again – nervous and hopeful that Spieden would invite her to join the pack. But she knew it was a long shot, and was also preparing herself for disappointment…
CEARA
The way she shows me I'm hers, and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine