You Were My Conscience...

*Ocena* · 05-03-2013, 07:34 PM

Ocena listened to the female's words without comment, waiting until the other was finished before she spoke once more. Her response was a soft one, hesitant, almost, "Maybe that's true. But I didn't meet him before he came to Glaciem. I know him here and now, and it would seem that the wolf that sits beside me is different from the wolf that you remember." Though she could tell that irritation was building in this stoic creature that lay beside her, Ocena knew above all that Gargoyle was not the wolf that this other wolf remembered. He had changed so much. The male was a gentle giant; one that she loved with all of her heart, and she understood that if the timing of their meeting had been just a little bit off, her life would be very different right then. But it hadn't. The universe had come together for them. And things had worked out, for the most part.

So far, at least. Though the female seemed determined to ruin this. Her anger was understandable - she had clearly lived through hell and come back stronger for it. But that didn't mean that Ocena wanted to hear her anger directed at Gargoyle. For the first time, she felt a stirring of irritation in her heart, an emotion that was all but unheard of in the dainty female. This was unnecessary. The female's words were upsetting not only Gargoyle, but the pup as well. The youngster's words brought a frown to Ocena's face, and she pressed closer to Gargoyle's side at his soft words.

She was saddened more than she let on by this, saddened that all of these wolves were upset. Why couldn't they all be happy? Gargoyle had moved past that dark time. Why did it have to be dragged up again? Of course, Ocena understood that not everything was rainbows and butterflies, but she wanted nothing more than for the complicated creature that was Gargoyle to be happy. She wanted everyone to be happy, but as of late, it was Gargoyle that had mattered most to her. Which was understandable considering he was her mate.

Turning her attention towards the pup, Ocena spoke softly, "Little one, why don't you go and get a little snack? If your mother wouldn't mind?" Glancing towards the other female, Ocena hoped that she would understand that Ocena was only trying to keep him from being anymore upset by what was going on. Now, however, the ball was in his mother's court. She could do what she would. Ocena had done her best.

When Gargoyle spoke, she was relieved to note an almost imperceptible softening to it. Well, not so much softening as . . . a lessening of the violence in it. There. That was better. It didn't sound soft, but he seemed less likely to tear this female into shreds. Though at the rate this female was going, it wouldn't be long before Gargoyle was on the verge of that once more. "A family is never something to squander." Ocena murmured, flicking her ears, "No matter what has happened to you, a family will always love you. You are lucky to have that in your son." A pause came as Ocena struggled to figure out how to word what she was saying next properly. "All I am trying to say is that Gargoyle has changed. And I hope that you can accept that. I am sure that you have suffered, but the wolf that you knew and the wolf that I know are very different." Ocena hoped that that would communicate her intentions well enough. Perhaps it would be enough, even, to begin to defuse the situation.

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