I Walk Alone...
06-22-2013, 10:42 PM
Black ears perked up as the boy on the verge of a young brute heard snarls off in the distance. He stopped for a moment realizing that he had followed Loccian's scent to the battlefield. Ever since he had ran into her recently; Augustus felt like he wanted to be by her a lot. Maybe it was the fact that she was related to his father and him. But it was also because he knew his father must have lived his dear sister so; so Augustus wanted to make sure she would be alright..odd enough, for a young brute. Augustus knew his Aunt Loccian could take care if herself but he needed her and she needed him. His white gaze settled on three wolves not too far ahead. His Aunt sounded angry while she snapped at a male. Then a brute who looked like his Aunt told hi to stay away from his sister. Could this be his Uncle Pontifex his Aunt Loccian had told him about? With a flick of his black tail the young brute ran closer to the three.
As Augustus arrived he looked back and forth between his Aunt and his Uncle. Then his white gaze settled on the brute before them who seemed to have been in a scuffle with his uncle.
"We seem to get off on the wrong foot then provoke one another...and what does this lead to? It leads to this. Would you both rather fight than work whatever this is out in a civilized manner?" he said as the same white gaze of his father went from the other brute to Pontifex then settled lightly on Loccian.
Sure maybe this was stupid but Auggie knew what he was doing. The young brute stood there wondering what his Uncle and Aunt would think of him. And what would the other brute think as well? Augustus knew he was one to avoid bloodshed unless there was no choice. Why hurt one another if the problem can be fixed or settled in another manner? With the words, voice, and attitude of his father Octavian; the boy knew he had a point. Perhaps this random male wouldn't give a badgers arse about what he had to say but it still had meaning and reason to it.
Perhaps his words may keep this thing from going further or anywhere else. With a confident stance and his piercing white gaze, Augustus portrayed a serious look. Such a bold look on a young brute. Perhaps he had his father to blame on that part but the stars bless his soul on that. Ever since the news of his father's death had reached his ears from his aunt's tongue; Auggie took on a responsibility he wasn't quite sure of. What was that responsibility anyway? Was it the fact that his father was gone and Augustus was alive? Was it for him to try to fit into the spot where his father once stood? Could the young brute aspire to such a man who he would have called father?
....Maybe so...but Augustus did know in the stories of the old Octavian became Augustus before becoming the first emperor of so many wolves. Maybe Augustus wanted to live up to his father...he could try but he knew he wouldn't match exactly...but he would try his best to live up to his old man.
So with a swish of his tail, Auggie looked back at his Uncle then to the other brute waiting for an answer, reaction, or reply.
As Augustus arrived he looked back and forth between his Aunt and his Uncle. Then his white gaze settled on the brute before them who seemed to have been in a scuffle with his uncle.
"We seem to get off on the wrong foot then provoke one another...and what does this lead to? It leads to this. Would you both rather fight than work whatever this is out in a civilized manner?" he said as the same white gaze of his father went from the other brute to Pontifex then settled lightly on Loccian.
Sure maybe this was stupid but Auggie knew what he was doing. The young brute stood there wondering what his Uncle and Aunt would think of him. And what would the other brute think as well? Augustus knew he was one to avoid bloodshed unless there was no choice. Why hurt one another if the problem can be fixed or settled in another manner? With the words, voice, and attitude of his father Octavian; the boy knew he had a point. Perhaps this random male wouldn't give a badgers arse about what he had to say but it still had meaning and reason to it.
Perhaps his words may keep this thing from going further or anywhere else. With a confident stance and his piercing white gaze, Augustus portrayed a serious look. Such a bold look on a young brute. Perhaps he had his father to blame on that part but the stars bless his soul on that. Ever since the news of his father's death had reached his ears from his aunt's tongue; Auggie took on a responsibility he wasn't quite sure of. What was that responsibility anyway? Was it the fact that his father was gone and Augustus was alive? Was it for him to try to fit into the spot where his father once stood? Could the young brute aspire to such a man who he would have called father?
....Maybe so...but Augustus did know in the stories of the old Octavian became Augustus before becoming the first emperor of so many wolves. Maybe Augustus wanted to live up to his father...he could try but he knew he wouldn't match exactly...but he would try his best to live up to his old man.
So with a swish of his tail, Auggie looked back at his Uncle then to the other brute waiting for an answer, reaction, or reply.