Lady Ruee
Demonic Sex Symbol
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ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ: Den
ｗｉｔｈ: -Rorin +Caith + Cato
ｃｏｎｄｉｔｉｏｎ: Thankful. Worried. Reassuring. Curious.
ｏｏｃ: Hope this is okay! Firrst post as Cerelia!
Cerelia huffed lightly, her hues falling onto her retreating opponent as the mottled wolf disappeared off into the distance. Her snout hurt, along with her leg, but she was holding up fine otherwise. Her opponent had a limp to him as well, and she snorted, her eyes narrowing as she watched him retreat, tail held straight out dominantly. Turning, back, her eyes caught sight of Caith and most of the others leaving. Slowly, she followed behind the others, stopping to occasionally look about and assure no other others were falling behind. It wasn’t long before a red and white splotchy wolf appeared in the distance and Cerelia knew at once it was her brother Cato. Her eyes became alarmed with the amount of red that matted his fur, chunks of flesh missing altogether, exposing the muscle and inner dermis layers. Sniffing his wounds, she looked at him, offering only that they return to the den, which he seemed to agree with. When they first started leaning against her, his apologies spewed from his mouth, feeling terrible sorry on the chance he would hurt her. ”Oh hush. I’m a big girl and I can handle myself” she chuckled softly, enjoying the comfort of his fur against hers. They hadn’t had much bonding time recently with new members, Sioux pushing buttons not meant to be pushed and a whole slew of other things, so this quality time was near bliss for the female. The nearer they came, the more Cato weighed upon her, eventually making her huff a time or two with certain steps, doing her best not to let her injured leg beat on her just as his injuries were doing to him.
From leaning against her brother, her own fur began staining red in places, though obviously not as deep or dark as his own coat. Soon Rorin appeared, much to her rescue as he gingerly also tried to help with Cato’s weight, asking if everything was alright.”All good here, but Cato could use a little help” she said softly, her brother seeming to phase in and out of responsiveness which worried her some. Between the two large wolves, they were able to hold up Cato’s equally large form. Setting her brother down just outside the healer’s den, she heaved a sigh when she was finally able to relax herself. When she was instructed to lay down, she did so next to the already laying form of the white –or rather candy cane- warrior next to her. It wasn’t long before Rorin sped off, as best he could, and returned with what he seemed to need. Her tail gave a slight thump, watching him get to work with an almost intense vigor. Healing had always interested her, but fighting came more naturally to the fae and so she had chosen to protect the pack, hoping to prevent the need of healer’s for deathly wounds such as many received today.
As her brother was treated, she could not help but look on in awe of Rorin, though he was the omega of the pack –a title she didn’t like but understood why they were there- he always had seemed to be good with herbs and such, making her wonder why the male didn’t try to achieve such a rank. Perhaps if he had time later, she would ask. Ad well as thank him. Soon her brother was lapping up at a mushroom and she barked amusement at the face he made from his distaste of having to swallow the unpleasant plant. As the step in healer got to work, it wasn’t long before Cato was taken care of and his attention was now focused on her. Her ears flicked back softly, a bit sad at what he said about the scarring before she puffed herself up. ”It’s okay Rorin. Thank you for helping, but if the scars are permanently bad, I’d be okay with it. It would serve me a reminder the costs that are paid to protect one’s pack.” she said softly. She hoped when the time came though to take a mate, none of the males shied away from her for having an ‘ugly’ face. It might just break her heart if that were the case. As Rorin began cleaning the smaller wounds on her muzzle, seeming apprehensive about how much pressure to use, she offered a gentle rumble of contentment, letting him know he was fine. With that out of the way, she was given a paste to chew on and instinctively she snipped it. Making a goofy and hesitant face, she slowly lapped it up, nearly mimicking the rather ridiculously ill face Cato had made. After counting to five, Cereclia happily spat out the horrid tasting plant, licking her paw to get everything off her tongue, quite alright with the idea of sacrificing her silvery white pelt to the odd poultice. While she did this, the darker male set to licking the wound a her neck, which thankfully wasn’t as bad as her brothers was. Still, she felt terrible for these thoughts and the fact her beloved sibling had sustained so much damage, she could only lick his wounds gently when the other brute was done with her own. She noticed how the white male watched as she was treated with almost the same curiosity she had displayed earlier before he set back into his brooding state. She would have to ask what was wrong at a later time. Ears perking upwards as Rorin spoke, breaking her from her thoughts, the warrior’s soft eyes turned upwards. ”No, I think we’re both okay now. Thanks to you Rorin, though I’ll let you know if space cadet here doesn’t return to Uktena any time soon” she tried to joke, but her worried eyes landed on her spacy brother before setting her head down to watch him. Her eyes turned to the loud noise emanating from the center of the den, spotting Sideris with the brother Severide they had found just earlier that prior day. Or was it the same day? Now who was the spacey one? It was a pleasant scene and brought joy to the female, understanding the affection they felt for one another and the closeness of their relationship. Undoubtedly with brothers that tight, the new male would fit right in if he was anything like his brother Sid.
A familiar voice perked through Cerelia’s thoughts and turning up she looked at Caith approaching and gave a gentle sigh of relief to see that he was okay. Listening to the amusing comment, Cerelia offered a gentle smile, tail thumping in greeting whilst her ears lay back happily. She became a tad bashful when he spoke of her abilities, to which she tried to quickly dismiss such honor before her brother hushed her. Taking a sideways curious glance as the candy cane wolf, she felt a little pride well up in her at his words and couldn’t help but nuzzle his cheek, pressing her flank against his. ”I only did what any good warrior should, the same I bet you and Caith did.” though her words seemed to trigger something in her brother and he confessed his fears and worst nightmares. Listening shocked with a small look of near horror on her maw, and her eyes instantly locked with Caith’s as her brother spoke, seeming to nearly have the same thoughts as he. When her brother finished, she whined softly, ears pinned to her head whilst she licked his muzzle affectionately.
”So that’s what this has all been about. Silliness, all of it. It’s like you’re a pup again my silly brother, a naïve pup who doesn’t realize how much he’s worth to his pack, to his friends, and more importantly, his family. Cato, you’re all I have left, you’ve taught me to be the warrior I am today and you helped me get through when our parents left us. So you had one bad day, it wasn’t your fault at all, and for you to think that upsets me. Almost as much as the thought of you believing you aren’t wanted. Cato, you’ve helped protect this pack since before we were full warriors, you’ve save a pup or two from danger and helped chase off countless Sioux or other outsiders wishing to do harm. You do what you believe is right, and now I’m doing what I think is right. And that’s trying to talk some sense into you” she said softly. She began cleaning his fur, licking up all the matted blood that stained at least a third of his body. She was reassuring and honest, trying to make her brother feel better. Her eyes glanced up to Caith as if asking for some form of help. By her expression, it was clear that she rarely if ever saw the white warrior this way –which was true for most everyone else- and that this slightly worried her. Sighing softly though as her brother started coming around to her thoughts, she looked into the look he gave her and she shared it back before nuzzling his cheek. ”Oh Cato”she sighed softly before turning to her other fellow warrior. ”This all aside, how’re you Caith? You look well, so that means you did good right?” she asked, not meaning to seem rude or anything but genuinely hopeful that he would have a better story than theirs.
