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Post by Zodiak on Jun 12, 2015 4:03:31 GMT

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(16:10:50) Thrift had not done much in her few days of life. She had been spared the horror of being taken from her family and stripped of what she had only just earned, though it was unknown to her. She had realized that there was more room to feed at Nida's teats soon after they'd all crammed in. But after she'd eaten and fallen asleep, she did not think about that absense. The two missing, two siblings she would never know. Merely a faded thought that she couldn't cling to, and she went on with breathing. Living. With three beside her and mother's constant warmth. Presently the dark furball woke curled in with her siblings, and began to wriggle and scoot around. It was a process, but she was attempting in her youth to seek attention from someone. Only, she was moving away from her mother! Little, quiet whimpers came from her until, a moment later, a wail of protest.

(16:19:40) Zodiak was posted outside the den; a stoic guard. So many things happening so quickly he wasn't sure how to handle everything. Eyes glanced over to where vad had passed out and he sighed, confused about all this... Love and confessions business. He'd yawn and stretch tiredly before a squeel was heard from within the den. Practically tripping over himself he scrambled into the darkened cavern, amber eye searching wildly for any danger. Instead, he found one tiny pup; distanced from the rest. A sigh of releif led him to the writhing child and nose would lower to nudge softly against it. "how did you get way over here...?" he mused quietly, licking the pup before plopping down to enclose it between forepaws. Gently, he groomed the helpless child, licking it's head and belly and pausing to nose curiously at it. Squeeeel daddy time!

(16:28:24) Thrift kept up her slight whimpering until a smell hit keen baby nose, one she recognized and that calmed her a little. But being touched was met with another squeak, more protest, but little stumpy tail sticking out from baby fat tried its best to wiggle. She tried to move in some direction, only to find she was trapped! What? How could this happen? There was so much space before! Where was mom?! She whimpered a moment, then her mind registering the feel of a tongue against her fur. Oh okay. She calmed and quieted, though squirmed when she was moved about by the effort against her. Teeny paw waved as she rolled to expose her stomach, and if she managed to prod his nose she would have an expression akin to surprise and wriggle some more from the discovery. Cute innocent babe not yet old enough to form full thoughts or observations yet.

(16:36:25) Zodiak admired the child as he groomed, taking in all her features and colors, comparing them to Nida and himself. She was just... perfect. Tail thumped excitedly as he watched the pup roll to boop him in the nose. He'd give a low gruff, unaware that they couldn't hear him yet, and nudge playfully at the pup with his nose. This was his paradise, and he'd remain here all day if it werent for constant nagging thoughts about vechnyy and what the future for this innocent being would be. hmm... maybe he could start now? He'd shift to widen the space between forepaws, rubbing nose up under the pup to try and roll it back to it's belly. If sucessfull he'd gently grab the pup by it's midsection and try to stand it up. For something that couldn't see or hear yet, this seemed a bit much, but by vechnyy standards, it would only get worse.

(16:45:39) Thrift was amazed that the wet thing she had touched came back, squirming hard with paws curling as if to grasp it. There was a rush of air as Zod huffed. What was that? Did this thing make air? Few more pats before she squealed, loud, overcome by this new development. WHERE WAS THE AIR COMING FROM? She did not focus her simple thoughts on this for long, as she was forcefully rolled back upon her stomach again. Front paws pounded the ground under them momentarily, face looking calmed as nose wriggled to collect more information. But jaws were felt in gentle pressure around her, and her first instinct was to go limp. She was befuddled by the fact she was being held, and yet, her paws remained touching the floor. Tail flailed wildly but otherwise she remained like a noodle in his grasp, not understanding the purpose of this other than, being held means still!

(16:56:03) Zodiak was completely amazed, how could something so small and fragile have so much spunk. Proud moment washed over him, happy that nida and him created pups that seemed like they'd have a solid chance with the pack. Regardless he'd make sure they were ready, starting with this one because at the moment, this was his favorite. Upon picking up the child went limp, so trying to station paws on the ground seemed a useless effort. hrmm there had to be another way. He lowered it back onto its belly and stood partways, backing up before crouching infront of the kid. Maybe it would follow him. Rump was halfway in the air, tail swishing wildly as he let out a few soft gruffs toward the kid. His nose pushed forward to eskimo kiss her own nose with small exhales of air before he backed up, continuing the process as he tried to encourage the lil babe.

(17:10:33) Thrift could not yet have an impression on her father, given how small she was and so far dependant on scent and base instincts. But she knew based upon that, that his scent was everything to do with her being safe and sound. Little noodle child was put back upon the ground, earning limbs splaying but wriggling with effort. Where was Dad? She couldn't feel him, he had moved away, and she didn't want that. Little whine that was cut off as more air hit her face, dark nose wiggling wildly with the scent of his breath. Again! But more smells! But it was moving away? Noo come back. You are safe, I want to be near you. Whimpers emerging from her tiny mouth, wide with her tiny squeaks of protest, and weak limbs began squirming to push herself toward the departing air. The best she could do was scootch feverently after him, and it was quite the workout for her even though she did not move hardly any distance quickly by adult standards. Not enough coordination to get limbs under her and walk yet.

(17:29:03) Zodiak was gently training the pup, quite thankfull that mommy wolf was sleeping. He wasn't quite sure if she would approve of this. Paws continued to shift back, her cries of protest tugging at his heartstrings. Efforts were paused as she slowly shifted forward. Head lifted and ear perked up in amazement. He never expected the pup to actually do it... well technically it only crawled which explained how it got over here in the first place. But with his encouragement it did it again. lalala proud daddy he was!! Body shifted in closer to his little noodle pup, forelegs surrounding her again as head lowered to press his face against her body. Low, happy growl was given; a wolfish purr as he nuzzled the pup before licking at it once more.

(17:48:47) Thrift kept nose wiggling in attempts to determine how far away she was from the retreating source of air and comfort. But yay she was crawling! And by the steadiness of his breath she assumed he wasn't going any further than that so her complaining ceased, though she squeaked when once again his paws encircled her. But this was better than him moving away! She could not hear the noises he was making but the feeling of vibrations against her was registered, and she was almost surprised, but it was..pleasant? She wasn't sure. Little puppy rumble from her throat in the pure happiness that she was being close to him again, though he was making her wet with his tongue. She protested that by opening tiny pink maw again with muzzle wrinkling, in a silent baby roar. But really she was enjoying the attention oh so much.

(18:04:52) Zodiak was suprised when the tiny pup's body began to vibrate in it's own miniture growl. He about lost his shit with how cute this little baby was. Tail swayed happily and he shifted to groom the child. With the adults it took quite a bit of grooming to remove all the dirt from secondary layer of fluff but these things didn't seem to have that. Their fur was only one layer. Head tilted, was that normal? he couldn't remember with draks pups, although he wasn't even able to see them at this age. hmm... maybe it would come later? For now he wouldn't fret about it and instead continued to lick at the pup. Then the tiny thing roared at him, or what you would consider a roar with it's tiny squeeking voice. Head reared back in shock, looking at the vicious little thing. hmm, he'd gruff again at it, nudging it's side with his nose. He couldn't quite understand what it wanted.

(18:23:50) Patriarch had spent most of his night, morning, and evening pushing his siblings about with his tiny little legs. His little toes, like the size of itty bitty jelly beans, would push against another's face while he scrambled to take in some nourishment. Eyes had yet to open, and so he wandered aimlessly, using his other developing senses until he found a nipple to bite down on. Omnomnom. He sucked in what he could, and drinking so much that his plump little belly seemed to grow ten times more than usual! Either way, he celebrated his small victory with a shrill puppy howl....except it wasn't a howl at all, but a tiny cry. His voice would ring out loud against the cavern walls, echoing about in a bouncing wave. He huffed some, and moved his body, or rather, crawled his body toward somewhere other than where he was supposed to be. Oooh, what's over here? He sniffled, trying to take in the overwhelming scents of this new world. He'd yet to experience anything like this before. All he knew was darkness, still knew. But this new darkness was intriguing. He felt the soft soil beneath his tummy, the hard pebbles that littered the ground. Why, this was awesome as heck! His little tail attempted to wag to and fro, but the action caused him to flip over to hhis side, and he flailed like a turtle, trying to stay upright.

(18:30:01) Cinnema had passed the fuck out last night after that trip on shrooms. Of course the others had been still mulling around, maybe, she didn't know. But when she woke, finally, around noon, she had a pounding headache and didn't remember a thing. Snippets from what she assumed was a dream, but otherwise it was nothing much. Something about Drak, joy over him-- and that was it. And it was so foggy too, so what else could it be but a dream? Of course! Silly girl. But while she had been depressed the other day for some reason she was pushed through that fog now, more calm than she could remember being in quite some time. That was strange, but, hey, alright. To help her clear her pounding mind she went to the river, to get a drink and a dip. Aaahh that felt great. She spent some time down there, relaxing, trying to get the headache to go away. Only to realize she also smelled like Vad. Wtf? Ooookayy.. She had no clue. Probably a good thing she didn't. Eventually she ventured back to the courtyard, sniffing about at the scents scattered around and the..puke absorbing itself into the ground. Whaaat. Ears flicked to hear noises coming from inside the den, and she remembered the children she'd helped to birth. Surely the parents would be inside, did they know anything? Cautious steps led her to the entrance, pausing only a little way inside with eyes finding Zod engaged with one and another dragging itself away from the rest of them. She smiled, at the fact that the male was enjoying his remaining progeny.. But she didn't know if she would be all that welcome, given what had happened before. With the other two kids. But she'd helped birthed them so maybe it was cool? Head still lowered slightly and she kept her distance. "Zod.. Did something happen yesterday?" Her eyes were clear now, voice laced with confusion. Surely he would know?

(18:40:09) Nida was sound asleep. It had been a long haul, the intense pain, the loss, the joy, and the pressing desire to protect -- all of it. Her eyes slowly open to the noise of one of the pups. It wasn't the typical squabbles or the sloppy suckling, no. With a cant of her head toward a blur of sable sharpening into clarity, her tail lightly thumps the ground. Ahhh .. " Zod," she managed, the exhaustion showing through. The burly woman eased up oh so casually to her chest, heaving more air in. Nida noticed one of the pups starting to crawl from her and a huff educes itself. The little shits never stopped their squirming, or their protests for that matter! She went for the fat one, its pouch similar to hers, spread out evenly like a flattened, round, substance. Like a .. " Patty, c'mere," as if the fat thing would recognize its calling. Her teeth went around its plump rear and drug it back, closer toward her teats. That was when Cinn showed up. There was anger and a smidge of respect, with what happened with her first born children, but swallowed the intensity through pride. Utterly wordless.

(18:47:08) Thrift wiggled as she roared at her father, not wanting the licks. Wet! Weettt!! Stop this nonsense! She was oh so pleased with herself that he stopped, and as he did her sounds immediately stopped. Paws flailed to hopefully catch at his nose as he began nudging her again, and if she could jaws would fly to it and begin to nom the moist surface. But her own nose wiggled, determining that scents were shifting. Moving! She could smell them better! She paused in her affections upon daddy, noodle shifting toward their general direction while she continued to take in scents. What, over there? Why not close? She whimpered at them, and paused at the vibrations that shook her ground. WHAT WAS THAT?!? She froze in her spot, paws curling upon herself. Never ceasing to collect scent of this strange new thing!

(19:00:44) Zodiak's tongue lolled out in a happy pant, glad to be fathering his chilluns--well one of them. Nose rolled over the pups little flailing legs and when it went to gumming his face he instinctively wrapped jaws over its head, the tips of his teeth barely touching as he tried not to harm it. hmm... he pulled away, tongue flicking across his nose. That wasn't right... head tilted. It'd be a while before he'd be able to properly muzzle the kids. they didn't have snouts yet. -snort- Nida's voice snapped his attention, tail thumping even more wildly as ear folded back against his head. "how are you?" attentions perked as he watched her retreive one of the pups and his head tilted "Patty?" he chuckled, it seemed to fit. Gaze shifted down to his little noodle pup and he murred, swiping tongue over her head before Cin's entry grabbed his attention. He jumped up, stepping over the pup to approach her, "hey..." head shifted so muzzle could press up under her chin, tail tucking some "you ok?" Zodiak's thoughts drifted to thrift for a moment, pulling himself from cin to grab the pup by it's midsection. He'd carry her over to mommy, nuzzling her up to the milk station before shifting to press his head into nida's cheek. "everything's ok...." he whispered, licking her before turning back toward cin, confusion on his features. "you mean.... You don't remember?...." Oh boy... ohboyoboyoboy, he shook his head, taking a few steps toward her before plopping down on his rump. Where to start... Well from what vad had said... "after we brought cortes back...I guess you and vad ate...mushrooms.." his nose wrinkled, a twinge of jealousy. Why had he not been invited?! Puh! "All i know is I came out to find you and vad...er...." he lowered his muzzle "And smug was there....and..." slowly he explained the situation to her... all the feels and events that played out. It was...quite the dramatic event ending with vadi's wonderful pig impression. "after that I came in here..." gaze found her own. Trying to read her reations to the whole ordeal. All the love involved with last nights trials seemed to outweigh the anger. Things were hopefully going to be better now...

(19:26:05) Patriarch was like, bye peeps! Not really, he didn't know what the heck was going on. All he knew was that the world was insanely big. It was like the world didn't end, and he would keep on crawling forev- What!? He felt something on his butt, and being forced backward. Little legs behind him flailed, his front pressing upon the dirt like a victim in a jason movie. He cried out in anger. Who the heckie is trying shit!? He would flail some more, kicking and screaming like a kid throwing a tantrum. Ain't no one mess with this lil' guy! Nuh uh. Once he was back with mom, he moved to climb atop his nursing siblings, (of course not meaning to.) If he managed to get atop both his siblings, and work his way up on his mom, he'd pass out atop her belly. A puppy snore audible.

(19:34:12) Cinnema found Nida's gaze first after looking over the children, and it made her pause. Neither of them seemed to have forgotten. Thus the queen's hesitance about approaching or even showing her face in here, but still. She was, and now thoughts raging a little. She felt bad, if only for upsetting her friend. But not for what else had happened.. Nida had disobeyed in having the secks with Zod during her heat, and not informed Cin of that fact.. So she was not sorry. She had been out of the loop and still helped her friend so willingly, so in a way she had a right to be mad too. Instead she stared straight at her, blank and calm, for a moment. Eyes flicked the floor for a mere second, a tiny display of submission. Apology. But then she looked back up, ears forward. That was all she got. Cin was distracted as Zod stood, leaving the child he was enjoying time with, and put his muzzle below her chin. She blinked a few times, eyes narrowing. "Yes.. Why would.. I not be?" Such confusion! Cinnema would move to grasp his muzzle in between her teeth, not too harsh, and give him a shake. But as she released she applied a lick to his forehead, not wanting to upset him but feeling as though. Sure, that could be justice. "Don't bite my nose again.." He was getting off lucky! And she was still being nice. She..trusted him, cared, maybe. He was Nida's, but, he was proving, that was alright. They were good. Ears flicked a few times as he turned away to move the abandoned child, and seemingly soothe the new mother. She frowned as he went on. "Don't remember what?" She was almost exasperated about it. What was she missing?? It was obviously something, she knew now. What had happened? Irritation flashed, gone from her face as soon as he mentioned mushrooms. She felt sick, for some reason, when he said that word. Perhaps a side effect? She pulled herself to a sit, silent as he explained. What she didn't remember. All the details, that were making her more and more shocked. Particularly. SEX WITH VAD?! At least, she only blushed, and it was briefly as the other events went on. Embarassing. Her love's brother. NO GROSS. Never again, never again was she ever touching those mushrooms. NO SHROOMS. KILL THEM. The feels were more surprise, too. Well dang, obviously they had vented everything out. Was the pack better off now or worse? She couldn't decide, but the fact that Smug had wandered off did bother her. And the fighting, the words shared. They were a mess, she realized. She groaned softly, chin falling as she shook her head. It was a good thing she didn't remember, she supposed. But a few things positive had come of it, like feelings being let out and the obvious fact that she was more lax because of it.. But never again. No. "That's.. Those mushrooms are banned." She growled that statement, no remorse about it. DONE DEAL BABY. Though she wasn't sure what else to say. Needed another second to form sentences. That was just the first. Head lifted again and she looked between the two of them, her friends, her packmates. Before focusing on Zod. "Do you know if Smug has returned? And no one else left? I'm..going to try to fix things.." GOD Vechnyy was being torn apart. No longer, with her clearer mind now she realized this. That things had to change and get back together. She was healed up for the most part so she could kick ass again if she needed to, even dispite the STILL lingering slight headache. And she would. At least, she knew, what she remembered wasn't a dream.. "Drakov isn't back?" She figured, it was likely part of the halucination, but it didn't hurt to check. Eyes again flicked to Nida and the children out of habit before returning to Zod.

(19:59:49) Nida, after pulling Patty back to proximity - boy was his wrath just as terrible as his mother's-, focused her attention on the other pups. They weren't causing as much as a fuss like the rest. Snort snort. " I am fine," came the response, the corner of her muzzle upturned into a half-smile. She aimed her nose to nuzzle into the side of Patty, perhaps even push him onto his side, licking at his belly which collected dirt. She neglected to cleanse them after their bodily functions .. sooo .. " Yeah .. Patty .. " Was there something wrong with the name? It fit well. She thought so anyway. Her front paws spread wide with a stretch, and her tongue curled as jaws split open for the yawn. Whatever was going on she knew naught of; the whole time was spent recuperating from the labor and stress, unfortunately. Nida kept close her other rambuncious one, put into her care when Zod tended to the alpha, regarded with a stare by Nida. She heard word of Smug, and head tilt side wise, confused. " What ..... happened?"

(20:08:32) Thrift struggled to collect what was going on. Too much, too big space, but at least she was happy between daddy's paws! Until, she wasn't. His warmth left her still form, and she twisted in place, letting out a screech. NO SHE WAS ALONE. NOO. It wasn't too long, however, before he was back and her noise was placated, she was picked up and deposited at her mother's side with her littermates. Oh? Nose told her that much, that everyone else was here but father wasn't. She wasn't sure how to feel about that, but was curious about that other smell and feel of the ground moving. Soon distracted by her return to mother's stomach, and her head turned to where that delicious smell was coming from. Wriggling close to find the favored teat and latch on with a chomp, she'd start suckling vigorously. Mmm. Warm. Food. Mum.

(21:12:24) Zodiak had been unaware that cin didn't remember the events of the previous night, so when she clamped over his muzzle, he whined for a second before slumping in her grasp. "sorry.." he responded, lowering his muzzle before attentions were turned toward family. Wonderful beautiful family. When the time came to explain of the events, his tone was uneasy, trying his best to say what happened without stirring anger or regret in the tsari. Judging by her reaction, it didn't work, as she seemed quite tense. Then of all things... She banned the mushrooms. There was a hint of dissapointment. Awwww I wanted to try them...hurhur... Oh well, from the sound of it, they only caused intense dramatic events that he could do without for the time being. Head tilted at her question of smug, turning to glance toward nida's own question. He'd adust himself so he could speak to both of them, "Smug...saw what happened at the worst point..." gaze was on nida then shifting to cin "But she stayed...she was with vad after he fell...I helped move him from his...fluids..." he sighed, lowering his head, feeling yet another twinge of hurt when she mentioned draks name. OHGOD DRAK. Gaze looked to her, pained, "i...no." He straightened up, glancing to nida and the pups before turning to cin, "I can...help look for him?" He took a step forward, straightening up and fighting against cringing at the pain in his side. It wouldn't be too much to stop him from scouting if she requested, they needed drak.

(21:21:21) Cinnema had bitten his muzzle for the purpose that he'd snapped at her when she'd told him to back the fuck up during the birth.. No other reason, and it was let off lightly too even though she didn't like him whining for it. She's trying to be nice.. Though when he finally came back and explained. She was definitely off. Pissed at the shrooms. Unhappy that things had gotten out of hand and had to be fixed. Upset that Drak was still gone. EUGH. But if she EVER caught him eating those shrooms.. or acting as anyone else had while on them.. OOOH he'd be in for it. Her head tilted, steeling herself for the answers to come. It was time she got serious.. LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS! TO DEFEA- ok no I'm sorry. So, Smug had stayed? "It's good that she didn't.. leave.. I imagine she still isn't too happy about this." Then came talk of her beloved marshmallow... She was already still, but face seemed to grow more grave at that. "Okay." But ears perked to hear him offer to help. What? Cinnema did not think that was a good idea. He was still hurt, obviously! "No, Zod. Thank you, but.. You need to stay home. Guard the den, watch out for everyone. Your pups," she said, gesturing to them and Nida. He could stay and watch his family. She knew he'd like that.. Not to go far. There wasn't any need for anyone else to get hurt further. "We are not as we should be.. And that's going to change. This place has weakened us, perhaps, but no more." She stood up then, firm, tall. Head reached forward to blow air in his ear before placing her chin upon his crown for a moment. Forget being depressed about things going wrong and people being gone. The shrooms had given her clarity and she was acting on it. Train, get better.. attack the weakness. That's what they were about. "Thanks." She removed herself and gave Nida a nod, though it was more akin to a bow. Before she turned to exit and figure out what to do first. Where to start.

(21:42:30) Thrift continued just suckling, content for now. Surely when their teeth came in, ohohoho, Nida was going to hate that. The child was oblivious to whatever else was happening around her, conversation and the like. She couldn't hear, psh. Her world was darkness, feels, instinct, and warm milk running down her throat. But she could tell when the air shifted, and more of that big loud vibrations, that something else had happened. Sleepy face shifted around, a few drops of milk running down her face. Wut?

(21:49:59) Nida grunted. She did not like what was happening .. internally and externally with the pack members. It seem to Nida that Vad and Cinn were clueless in their leadership skills when Drakov was not around barking orders or giving tiny tasks. Her head rises when Cinn bows her head, and she mimicrys the gesture, keeping to the silence still. When the she-wolf left and continued on with handling pack matters, her gaze shifted to the swarthy male left in the den with herself and the newborns. " This is an utter disaster," she'd voiced finally, no constrains here. " No one knows what to do .. " than be a fuck up in some unintentional way, because the wolves in reign are caught up in their feels like the rest of them. Eugh. What happened to being immortals and acting like tough shits ..? What an interesting way to express her concerns for the well-being of her friends! She licked over the heads of her precious darlings quietly. " What happens if Drak is .. not alive, something bad happens .. what do we do then?" She'd rather be prepared for the worse case scenario than suppress and pretend it isn't a likely possibility! Her ears curled back. " I don't think .. Cinn .." Her voice trailed at the end of that. Sigh ..

(22:11:36) Zodiak was a little dissapointed but at the same time releived when cin rejected his request. He really wanted to stay here and be with nida but he also knew they NEEDED drak. He remained quiet, nodding to her and straightening up as she mentioned weakness. Weak? more like EMOTIONAL. jesus the hardened alphas were all emotional like a teenager on her period. The air to his ear triggered shaking reflex and he sneezed at the ground. Gdi cin... "Your welcome..." he smiled, remaining quietly positioned as she exited the den. There was a moment of quiet before nida spoke up. OH thank god I thought you'd never say something. He turned to her, "I know..." he sighed, moving to her. He'd pause at the possibility of drak being...dead... It struck a heavy note. He shook his head, no, drak? this is DRAK we're talking about. He nuzzled into her "everything will be ok...well find drak..." he'd glance to the pups and nose gently at them before turning back at nidas words "Cinn?....don't think what?..."

(22:13:23) Thrift flailed a bit until family was all near. Yes that was good. And she promptly kept on suckling and would fall asleep. Yup.

(22:21:32) Nida tucked her paws in as the children began to calm down in their exuberance and fed or slept. Her soft gaze turn toward Zod, agreeing. She saw the head shake, however, and she callously frowned. " I don't want to think of it like that either .. but .. I'm just saying .. Just in case .." She eased back down so the side of her face can smush in the ground. Those long since used legs were stretched to strain those relaxed but ironically sore muscles. " I don't Cinn will be able to think sound if something terrible were to happen to Drak, if .. we ever find him." Eyes avert from Zod's face, somewhat blanched revealing such an idea. " You know how fond she is of him .. and Vad, too."

(22:37:19) Zodiak nodded at her response with a sigh, nuzzling into her as body shifted to lay beside his mate. "I know..." he said in soft reassuring tone, gentle kisses being applied to her face and muzzle. "if anything did happen to him... " he sighed, shaking the thought "without us--the pack... they wouldn't be able to handle things... But they have us.." he smiled, nosing against the side of her muzzle "We'll always be there for them to make sure that doesn't happen.....We're their clarity..." he murred and went to grooming her face and ears, body pressing more tightly against her. Cuddle time!

(22:44:28) Nida's tail weakly thumps as she closed her eyes temporarily. A lousy snort comes about. She returned the licks. Smoochy smoochu. Her brow plucked up, wondering something. " If we do find Drakov .. we should leave this place behind. It has done nothing but cause grief for us all." Bears .. shrooms, and whatever else is to come! She gawks up toward Zod and his response to this .. them -- them being the beams, the support, the pack needs when all others give out in desperate, bleak times. " Yeah .. we have to be the strong ones. For the alphas." Oh, c'mere .. I want dem cuddles!

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Post by Zodiak on Jun 12, 2015 4:04:44 GMT

NO MORE SHROOMS!!

(21:40:18) Cinnema walks out of the den, eyes casting around. Hrm, where to start on things to fix. OH THE SHROOMS. A few lay around.. To hell with that. Meandering over to a tree, she carefully peeled off some of the bark..Unwilling to even possibly ingest the things. A decent piece taken, she would return to the discarded fungi and carefully, using a back paw, scoop them up onto the bark. So that she could transport them without them touching her mouth. EVIL THINGS. EVIIILLL. She would push them to the side with full intent to dispose of them via dumping them in the river, but, it was likely she would be interrupted before she could.

(21:52:13) Vadimir awoke alone, freshly groomed and feeling like he'd gotten beaten by a spiked club. Yet, despite this fact..... he felt amazing. No stress making shoulders high and tense. No anxiety twisting his gut. He just felt... good! Stretching out and craning neck to the heavens, he would bark out to the sky, fangs flashing in exuberance. He felt oh so clean, oh so fresh. His wounds still hurt, but they were healing nicely, and they didn't pain him as much as before. Ahhh.... what had happened? What had him feeling so cleansed and refreshed? He couldn't recall anything. Not... not a damn thing. Shaking again he padded toward the bear corpse, ripping into it and taking a large chunk, drink from the pond, and then return, sniffing about. He'd find Cinn, with bark...? whu-- "Hey!" He'd say, dropping his breakfast and trotting over to the Tsarita, "Vot are you doink? Zose are mine!" Though... since he felt so spectacular now. He didn't really need them?? BUT THEY WERE STILL HIS DAMNIT. And if Vad loved one thing it was having posessions. The more the merrier! If possible he'd aim to snatch the bark from her, though the action was more playful than aggressive. Think you can take my shrooms from me, eh? GONNA HAVE TO FIGHT ME FOR IT GUAR.

(22:08:27) Solveig had been napping lightly, one paw curled around the fat raccoon she'd carried home last night. Her head was propped on top of the critter, using it once again as a pillow. The raccoon had been in safe-keeping, as Vadimir had asked her to save it for him last night. She flinched involuntarily when his voice barked out at Cinnema, those vibrant green eyes cracking open only to squeeze closed again at the light of day. Her white head lifted, eyelids daring to slowly open again as a yawn broke loose. Her eyes swept the area, seeing Vad as he grabbed at the hunk of bark that Cin held in her maw. Her paws slowly pushed her up into a sitting position, head shaking to clear the fogginess from her mind..and almost instantly she was met with a not at all unpleasant discomfort in her nether bits. Ah, there it was in all of its sexytimes glory. Her tail curled around, tightening against one thigh, before she decided she couldn't just sit there. The bitch had to pee, so Solveig had no choice but to stand and scoot off to the side. Her exit from the courtyard was brief, and when she returned to her original place by the raccoon she had a much more relieved look on her face. Sol's muzzle lowered, teeth flashing a moment as she nabbed the stiff tail of the pillow-meal and slowly made her way toward Vadimir. She would stop a few steps from him and give the raccoon a toss in his direction, the critter hitting the ground with a heavy thud and rolling onto its belly near the Tsar's paws.

(22:21:26) Cinnema was busy with her mission. This would not be repeated, everything Zodiak had filled her in on. Nope nope nope. Her head turned during the process, to look at the big white Tsar out of the corner of her eye. But she kept on, until they were scooped up and resting on the bark, and she would raise her head to speak to him. Her lip curled, disgusted, that he seemed to want to keep them. Eyes flicked to notice Solv sneaking off, but she was more focused on this. "Are you kidding me? We aren't keeping these. They cause problems." As he neared though her eyes narrowed, head lowering itself protectively over what she was doing. WTF NO. As soon as he moved to take them, she lashed out with no small amount of fury, teeth aiming to latch on to his scruff and shove with what force she had. Perhaps at least to unbalance him, but. She was pulling hard to get him away from those things. And given the fact that they were on the ground below her, it was all too likely she'd gotten the hold. Cinnema roared a growl as she shoved and pushed, words trying to make themselves known. "THEY ARE BANNED, YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM." Forget that he was playing.. She clearly was not. HEHE. And Solv was all but ignored, in her determination to make her damn point. Shit was getting back into gear and badass Cin was gonna see to that.

(22:33:36) Vadimir wasn't expecting the level of vehemence that came with his demand for the shrooms. W... what was she going crazy for?! Apparently the shrooms had done something bad... that was the only thing he could imagine being the case. But what?? All recent memory was jumbled as hell, and while he got some impressions, thoughts, and images. None of them made a lick of sense. As she pushed and pressed to unbalance him Vadimir would lunge for her foreleg as she continued forward, causing scruff to pull taught and cause ain to singe all along the back of his neck. OW OW FUCK. Had he managed to grab hold he would try to pull out the rug from under her, metaphorically speaking. This would probably cause the both of them to fall flat on the ground, if he succeeded. And if so, he'd glare at her tits while he grumbled irritably. 'Vhy?! Vot did zey do??" He was genuinely confused, and now angry cause HOW could something like this happen without him knowing?! He felt like he'd missed something crucial, and it made him feel left out. Something the Tsar couldn't stand in the slightest. "Vhen did zey get banned, und vot fo--ACK!" Suddenly a dead raccoon came into the mix and slapped him in the face. It took him a second to realize it was dead, but he still glared at it like WTF, before looking up, within his ability should Cinn still have his scruff, only for his expression to become even more incredulous. WTF?!?!?!!

(22:48:10) Solveig totally hadn't intended for it to hit him in the face, and the look that was given to her was rather comical. Though no smile graced her muzzle (lord her face might break if it did), there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Vad you were wallowing in a pile of your own vomit last night. I think getting rid of those 'shrooms' is a good idea." she said matter-of-factly, one brow raising as she took a step back and off to the side in case the scuffle continued on. Smug had given her a brief summary of what had happened last night, and Sol had found that she'd liked the female's company. But yes, the sight of the Tsar laying in his own puke had been both sad and, admittedly, pitiful. At least he didn't stink anymore. Thanks to Smug, sacrificing her poor taste buds to clean the Tsar of his own filth.

(22:58:46) Cinnema was quite obviously super determined to get those things out of this place. They had enough problems and no more needed to be caused by the fungi. She clenched her hold on his scruff tighter when he grabbed her leg, surprising her, and down they went, for once the female on top. If only she were in the sort of mindset to celebrate the achievement. On the contrary, she simply attempted to shake leg away from him and push herself up with forepaws, scootching her back legs forward and to the side but not compromising her hold on his scruff. Nah he could stay on the ground. Though she did snort when the raccoon came in and smacked him in the face, eyes flicking to Solv as she calmed her mini-rage. Ears twitched, pressing forward in surprise. She'd heard about the episode? Wonderful. Everyone knew the alphas were a mess. Time to start kicking ass if they were questioned.. Reluctantly she released white fluff between her teeth so she could speak properly. Still hovering over and eyes on his, quite calm however. "You forgot too.. We had some and shit happened. So they're off limits now. As of five minutes ago. Get rid of them, or I will for you." Quite literally, she'd just set the ban and said as much to Zod. She sighed, sitting up then. Too much work to bend over the confused and flustered male. And he'd probably end up just snapping again anyway. She scootched away a little before she repeated, almost word for word, how Zodiak had told her everything went down the night before. Keeping straight face through all of it even though cheeks burned for a moment while relaying the fact that they'd had sex. And people had seen. GOD. It was terrible. Finally finished she'd roll her eyes, standing to shake out her pelt, and murmer. "So, yeah. Never again. We're fragile enough as is, we don't need another mess like that." 'We' as in Vechnyy. Eyes would flash over to Solv, head tilting. She couldn't remember if they'd met at the moment. Hrm.

(23:15:31) Vadimir flip flopped beneath Cinn, growling rageface. When she shifted to lift herself up jaws would forsake limb and he'd push forward with all three limbs, aiming to clamp jaw around her front row teat. he'd bite down and give a rough shake, though in his hopes to gather paws beneaht himself he'd step on the raccoon corpse and trip. FAAAAAAAQ. Had he gotten his hold, he'd either be slowly suffocating beneath Cinn's boobs, or dangling from said teat as they both served to hold him up. Fuckin', raccoon. If and when she disentangled herself from him he'd sit up with a shake, previous good feels all but gone. "Vot are you talkink about...?" He'd ask, bemused, before gaze shifted to Solv. Wha... ? Of course, in the act of turning to view her, he'd smell.. oh hell to the fuck no. Rageful vocals were about to unleash, but Cinn's narrative brought him back to the current issue at hand. And what he heard... face morphed from angry to ahgast, and lower jaw dropped inches from it's counterpart as he looked on in horror. "No..." He swallowed, mouth having gone drier than a desert. "No," He repeated, voice more panicky than before. Then he stilled, eyes dulled, and took a long, hard look at Cinn. He wanted to deny it, wanted to tell her she was mental and there was no plausibility that this could be true. But the look on her face... her expression said it all. "Vhere iz everyvon?" It made him immensely uncomfortable how much he had come to depend on everyone, how much it bothered him that he could have done something he couldn't make up for. Since when did he care? Long, long time ago, apparently. "Fine, get rid of zem... Und anyvone caught vith shroomz, zat are avare of ze ban. Are to face immediate charges." That's what she'd been hinting at, right? Right. He wasn't even going to think about... what the hell they had done. perhaps he had forgotten on purpose for that very reason. And now Yusef, Zod, Smug... how could he face them? How owuld they see him now? Vad had never been a perfect individual. But... he couldn't recall having ever fucked up quite this bad. "If ve are bannink shroomz, I zink zere iz anozer matter ve muzt address." Cause, good lord. He wasn't about to talk about the events of last night.... not right now, anyway. That was something he and Cinn needed to chat about alone. There was... something between them now. Something neither of them could take back, even if they wanted to. And clearly, stuff it under the rug just isn't going to work anymore. But fuck family counciling. Fuck that shit for life!! "I'm zick und tired of all zese femalez havink zeir heat von right after ze ozer, gettink pregnant, und... ugh." It just caused too many damn problems. "From now on, I vant all femalez in estrus to be locked avay vithin ze den, guarded by ozer femalez, und chaperoned by ozer femalez." cause really, if he had to punish one more male, or try to resist the allure of one more pussy. Vad would just say fuck it and dump them all over a cliff. That, or rip out their vagina's. Sure that'd probably kill them, but... PROBLEM SOLVED HURR. "I alzo zink zat zome promotionz are in order...." He'd pause, tossing a furtive glance Cinn's way. "... don't you?" OKAY NO THAT FELT WAY TOO WEIRD. "Solv! Vhy did you tozz zis tree scum at me?" DISTRACTION GO!! He'd pick it up and rip it to shreds, snapping up the bits and pieces that flung every which why by the shredding, jerking motions. I NEED TO GET MY MASCULINITY BACK AUGH!

(23:44:07) Solveig's eyes hardened at Vadimir's words of locking females in estrust away. Now wait a minute. Just because some dumbass actions had been made shouldn't mean all should be punished! Her nose wrinkled, but for the moment the arguement she felt rising up within was pushed aside with Vad's next question that preceded him shredding the raccoon she'd kept safe. "Because...you told me to. Last night, you told me to save the raccoon for you." the bitch said in a tight, firm voice, "So..you're welcome." her brows had pinched together, eyes flicking down at some offal that had been flung about and splattered her forelegs and paws. It was long ago made obvious that he had no memory of last night. Despite that Solveig couldn't help the feeling of annoyance at him being so ungrateful (nevermind you that she had just smacked him in the face with the fat creature), and that aggravation was only fueled by his demanding to have her locked away for being in estrus. Well damn, she couldn't help that and as far as she was concerned she had a decent deal of control..for now. She knew how to take care of her own needs if need be and wasn't much interested in running around sticking her cooter in the face of any available male. Of course...if sexytimes were even offered to her she sure wouldn't turn it down. Gimme somma dat D.

(23:54:56) Cinnema cared not for Vad's growling rageface. She shifted as she wanted to, until. FUCK. He latched on to her tit and started shaking the hell out of it, and she did NOT want that. As soon as he tripped she shifted downward, flattening him under her nip nips with absolutely no regret. Teeth still latched to his scruff and would shift to the side, closer to his neck, before shaking the hell out of him. THOSE ARE NOT FOR YOU BITCH. With a snarl she released him and moved off his face, though she merely shifted to the side with front half draped over his ribcage at perpendicular angle instead, while she recounted what she had been told about the horror of the shrooms...Deal with it. Though when he looked and stared at her, while she was trying her very hardest to not react to the retelling. She decided his brief punishment had been enough and slipped some distance between them, falling to a sit. Nose wiggled in the air. "I'm not sure.. Around, no doubt. Zod said that no one had left." Thankfully.. She would curse the thought of someone leaving because of what had gone down. She would've gone off to track them down and talk to them, in order to bring them back, but it seemed that wouldn't be necessary.. Again, thankfully. COUGH but anyway she was thankful for the subject change.. She didn't want to think about it. Not right now. They could talk later, that'd be fine, but she was going to get shit done so that wasn't on the list right now!! THE SHROOMS HAD TO GO. At least he saw her point. Though ears perked when he spoke about the estrus bunker. That was..an idea? Speaking of. Her head turned to sniff at Solv only to get a huge whiff of why he was even starting the ban in the first place. Hair on the back of her neck raised, eyes narrowed. Yeah sure let's do it. She was soo the jealous type, didn't like anyone getting attention when she didn't. And happened to be sort of rude when others were all smelly oops.. It was jealous habit. "Sure, I'll see to it that there's a constant guard.." Because she assumed the duty automatically fell on her shoulders. Being the female alpha. GREAT. Even though she had other things to worry about. But then again didn't they all?.. Whatever. As Vad tossed a glance at her she met his gaze and ears lowered.. "Yes, promotions.." Eyes flicking away QUICK. Geez she wouldn't be so bothered if he would just stop acting like that. FORGET IT AND FOCUS VAD. GDI. The fact that he started tearing up the thing thrown at his face elicited a snort from her features, gaze traveling over to Solv again.. God what was her name? She couldn't recall?? Damnit. Ears pressed forward. "Is that a problem?" OOOOOH she'd wanted to be nice but quite frankly. That was hard, and, if there were challenges then they should be snuffed out.. SO NAH.

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REVELATIONS

Continued from NO MORE SHROOMS

Vadimir swallowed the entirety of the raccoon, even cracking and biting into the skull to get at the brain matter, all the while glaring heatedly at Solv. The fuck was that attitude for? It was slight, but in his current state he was sensitive. And if there was one thing he loved, it was taking his frustrations out on someone who decided to fuck with him. Only... she hadn't BLATANTLY done so. Not yet. Loud snort escaped nostrils as body shifted to stand and carry him over to the hunk of bear meat. He'd return to their little happy circle, chowing down on the musky, bittersweet flavored meat with wild abandon. "Zounds good to me." He'd say shortly. No reason to deliberate, the plan was to the point. Cinn's not so subtle challenge to Solv had the Tsar's brow quirking, but for the time being he'd watch, even if muscles and limbs silently prepped themselves for the chance of a brawl. He'd been letting his emotions get far too ingrained into his every day schedule. He needed to remind how fighting without attachment feels like.

Solveig's flat gaze turned to Cinnema, a brow subtly quirking at her words. "Oh..did I say it was a problem?" she asked, lips pursing. What was with this one's attitude? She'd not said one word about being locked away..the only thing she'd spoken about was the raccoon. "But since you're so interested in what I think about it, of course I don't like it." she said coldly, "But who am I to argue with my superiors." a soft snort escaped her nose as she turned away toward the den. Looks like another attempt at interacting cut short yet again. She would not glance back to the Tsar and Tsarista as she moved toward the den, her chamber of isolation for the next several days, with her blood silently simmering. Punished for the doings of others. How lovely.

Smug had left her spot at the Tsar's side early in the morning so as not to be there when anyone woke up. She really needed to get her shit together. Woman had barely slept, slipping in and out of unconsciousness. Most was darkness or fragments of fragments, but her past was dredged up in quick flashes of vivid pictures. That was the consequence of having been hurt by her friends and also her decision of almost leaving the pack. Had she done the right thing in staying? Woman had grabbed the large crow that had marked up her face and headed out into the woods without a glance back. Part of her still wanted to just slip away, without all the drama from last night to stop her once more. Finding a comfortable spot by the pond and near the very border of Vechnyy territory, woman would settle on her haunches and drop her breakfast. Gaze would scan the land outside of theirs while tumultuous thoughts wrestled in her mind. Olive eyes flicked up to the sky and watched the sun dawn on the horizon, rays crawling across the Earth like fingertips reaching to spirit her away. Heavy sigh as she settled into breakfast and plucked feathers with teeth. Earthen woman then spent the day roaming the borders and remarking territory points. She swam for a bit to clean her fur from the stench of bile that lingered and kept herself busy to stay away from the den. It was a struggle throughout the whole day to not leave... and to not let her emotions get the best of her. Instead she worked hard on dissecting them to lock them in chains and subdue their rage. There was no way he could face the others again while they were strong enough to control her thoughts and actions. The ache in her chest dulled while she did this which allowed her to ignore the pain. Finally the woman achieved a tight lockdown and allowed paws to carry her back to the courtyard. Voices halted her progress and woman paused. Cinn... Solv... and, SIGH. Vad. Smug mulled it over before slowly advancing to the trio. They sounded confrontational... MORE DRAMAMAMAMA. Of course. She slowed her approach when they came into view and stopped a little ways from them so not to intrude unless she was given permission to join. Neutral indifference had settled across her visage once more as mask was set firmly in place. Just like old times.

Cinnema let her eyes cast over to Vad to see obvious tension there, mind going to memories of him having looked at her like that. Oh dear that had been some time ago huh. And none too pleasant was it to be looked at like that. But her focus soon returned to Solveig, who almost, in her interpretation, sassed and snapped her way as she was going to where she had been assigned. Only, Cin wouldn't let her get that far. There was an obvious problem here to add to the stack of others, and she wasn't going to let it linger there. NU UH. "Wait," she called in a simple statement. Command, certain and clear. Her ears alerted her to another person joining the party, and she nodded with momentary clear gaze at Smug. "Come, no need to linger to the side." She'd been filled in on what had happened.. And quite frankly, how she'd blubbered and cried, was not dignified at all. She felt overwhelming need to prove herself to these wolves. Green gaze once again snapped to the retreating female, who had hopefully paused in her movements. If so the queen would step up to her, eyes alight with determination, to stand face to face with little space between them. But while she was irritated with being blown off like that, she forced the anger out of her posture. The aggression away until she was just tense, calm, and tall at the same time. Tall as she could be at her relatively short height. "If you have a problem then take it up with me. We aren't doing this to punish you. It's protection. Because, otherwise, there will be that time when there is a forbidden breeding, and both parties will be punished. And if it results in your pregnancy, do not fear for your children would likely be killed as soon as they are born. All of that, all the waste and heartbreak. We are trying to avoid that. Avoid you suffering that much." Whatever happened to emotionless, closed-off Cin, PFFT GONE. She so did not care right now. GET YO HEAD STRAIGHT WOMAN.(solv) Her head would tilt, if she still had the spotlight. "If you don't believe me. Come here. Fight me, right now, show me how you feel. Get it all out and be better for it. I won't hold back or regret it, but only if you don't." To show she was dead serious she took a step back, head tilted to the side and averted. Neck almost exposed. Seriously, come at me. Get it over with so we can quit this shit. And, hey, she didn't know Solv. Had never proven anything to her. This was a chance, and they could bond etc. But quite clearly Cin was all no-nonsense and stood, braced, and ready. She'd fucked up and she was going to damn well fix it, the only way she knew how. YES. FITE.

Vadimir downed the last of the bear burger, just as things started to heat up. Smug came into view, and Vad had the urge to choke on his food. But alas, it was gone. Limbs pushed him to a full stand, watching Cinn address the issue with Solv. Had to admit. Woman dedicated herself body and soul to the effort of being the Queen. Kinda... kinda made yah proud, y'know? Ew... Vadimir would kick the emotion away. Not bury it, just... toss it away for later. Bleh. Welp, if she was going to put her rep on the line, then... he had to, too. On seemingly effortless strides, (cause yo gotta look majestic for dis) he'd make his way over to the muddy cloaked female, giving her a curt nod. "Smug..." He'd begin, taking a short breath. "I vaz told... of vot happened. Of my behavior, of my actionz. I could prattle on all day az to my reazons... but in ze end. I made a fool of myzelf, und tarnished my role az Tsar." He'd nod toward Cinn, "Ve might have... done zings zat ve regret, but. I vanted you to know, zat I am zankful, for ze loyalty und determination you've given Vechnyy. I'd like to congratulate you on your rize in rank. You are now Soldat, und. If you'd accept. I'd be villink to take you under my ving, und zee if you have ze potential to rize to Voin." And then, stepping close so that only she could hear, Vadimir would whisper additional words to the woman, before stepping back to look at Cinn and Solv's proceedings. Welp, that was... that happened. Surprisingly. It was getting easier to do. Still felt weird as shit. But maybe it just always would. Now.... where was Zod??

2 POs

Cinn x Solv

Solveig had, indeed, paused when Cinnema had called for her to wait. She tossed a half-lidded, tight lipped, look over her shoulder to the Tsarista as the white and grey female stalked her way over. Fixing her eyes on the other, she listened to what the Queen had to say. Her tongue ran over her teeth before she parted her muzzle to respond. "It may not seem like a punishment to you, but that's what it is. Because others could not control themselves." A tight, forced sigh blew from her nostrils, ears perking as Cinnema moved to expose her neck. Her head inclined slightly, tongue running over her teeth yet again in thought. Yes..this would be a wonderful way to work off the aggravation of the situation and the stress of it and of being in heat. Without further warning Solveig would lunge for Cinnema. Shoulders shrugging up to protect her own neck as well as to reach out with a forepaw to try to snag one of the Queen's forelegs to yank her off balance, the bitch would not go for the offered scruff but instead would aim for the face..the cheek or jawline area specifically. If she could get a hold Sol would clamp hard to keep control of the white furred female's head.

Cinnema was entirely focused on the matter at hand, now, as conversation started up. Whatever Vad and Smug were doing, she paid absolutely no mind. Slight squint of her eyes as she got a response, but. She let it be said. "So be it. But it is protection none the less that is not optional." She steeled herself for the attack, expecting, waiting. So it wasn't even much of a surprise when it came, given that she'd asked for it. But would she have seriously let the woman attack and get a hold on her throat? No way! Instantly, the second that movement against her was made. She shifted her head back to the left, to cover what she'd exposed, and moved weight forward. Forward and up, with front legs aiming around the woman's neck for better leverage. Thus the trip missed, but teeth easily found the non-scarred portion of her face given the position of her head. With a paw slipping down to ground her, Cin aimed her teeth either at the side of the woman's neck or the base of her jaw, even though it would twist and make the hold upon her more painful, likely. But if she'd get a hold her frame would take immediately to shaking, tearing, almost urging the other to get it out but also not holding back to give her that chance. She knew the release that came with having your skin tore up, so she was assisting! Should that succeed and hopefully shake up the woman she would release and jerk her head in the direction of the other's mouth before pushing forward in attempts to knock her over. The condition of her cheek not entering her thoughts whatsoever, the pain and blood in her mouth fueling her movements.

Solveig felt her teeth make contact with the fur and thin flesh of Cinnema's cheek. She clamped down hard, securing her vise-like hold as her legs..all four now on the ground, splayed just slightly and braced against the weight of the Queen. A low snarl rippled forth when the tender cheek flesh was literally ripped from her grasp and she felt the pinch then painful piercing of teeth to the side of her neck. She kept her legs braced, snarling and snapping as Cinnema waggled her head from side to side..effectively ripping and tearing the skin. Hot blood trickled down her neck, chest, and shoulder and ran in rivulets down her leg to spatter upon the ground. A roar of added frustration followed the release of her neck, head turning to clash teeth to teeth with the Queen. When Cinnema attempted to bull into her, Solveig only dug in her already braced paws, bunched her muscles, lowered her head and shoved her weight back into her opponent chest to chest. The immediate, body-to-body proximity gave the dark furred bitch the opportunity to rear up and shove forward with force..hind legs still splayed to keep her center stable..while her forelegs would try to wrap about Cin's neck while her jaws would attempt to lock teeth onto the Queen's muzzle. All this movement, lightning quick and all the flails, caused the blood that wept from Solveig's wound to splatter and fling amid the immediate battle area. Abstract paint on pelts!

Cinnema squinted through the pain as the skin on the side of her face was torn free from the grasp, earning blood dripping down. Still she pushed forward to grab and thrash, ears pinning to her head in the effort. Perhaps they'd avoid harm, idek. The roars and growls of frustration from her opponent only made her put that much more into it. It was wonderful to listen to. Oh heck when did she get into such a mindset? Sigh. Probably when she started taking tails. Her push proved ineffective, much to her dismay but not really surprise. Given that they were moving against each other, but the queen refused to give up any ground even as their teeth clashed. Chin tilted to protect her throat. Seeing the shift in weight and that Solv was pushing herself upward, Cin did take some steps backward, head still protecting her throat. So when the other moved up to get arms around her the queen lashed out at a foreleg, teeth attempting to sink in and weight push to the side and unbalance the other.

Solveig's leg was suddenly snagged in the other's toothy grasp. As her limb was tugged crossways in front of her chest she was yanked off balance. Despite her braced legs the fact that the one captured limb could be pulled until she was twisted off balance entirely. Knowing her time on her paws was severely limited, Solveig could do nothing but control her fall to the ground. She gave just enough resistance to ensure that, when she would land on her side on the ground, she would not hit hard and once the bitch was down she would tug her leg closer..likely tearing the flesh and creating jagged slices..only in an attempt to bring Cinnema's face closer even if for just a heartbeat for that would be enough for her contract her muscles and lunge upward so as to snap out with her own teeth to try to take a hold of the female's muzzle yet again.

Cinnema. Tail waved as she downed the opponent for once, not something she ever did often considering she wasn't large enough to do so. But at least with strength and well-placed moves, it seemed she could. As Solv fell she shifted to the side in the space provided, her teeth letting go of the appendage she had in her grasp. It had served its purpose and this wasn't to severely hurt each other. Maybe the dark woman would need the leg! It was still punctured though and would hurt, and unfortunately Cin was too slow in pulling away so that the end of her muzzle was caught. But she tried to tear it away, earning scrapes on her nose that stung like a bitch. HELL. "Enough," she half-growled, voice deep. It was then that Vad's catcall reached her ears, and while she stepped back a few paces to allow the other to get up. She flashed him a look over her shoulder. Namely, bloodied muzzle wrinkling and tongue sticking out at him. HEHE. Before eyes would turn back to Solv and should she have gotten up the queen would approach, the blood in her veins trying to calm from getting all riled up, and she would reach her head to lick at the neck wound. Licking away the dripping blood, like a nice person. "Alright?" Hopefully that had shaved off some tension and they could both sleep well tonight! But briefly she cleaned the wounds inflicted and would allow hers to be done the same to, if it was offered. They were pack, not strangers. Take care of your own. Once that was said and done, "Now get in the den and rest." Said with a slight huff but after she had turned away. No longer of interest to her, perked ears focused on the duo sitting..together, it seemed to her. "Your chat went...well?" She would say, pausing to allow herself to reclaim lost breath. Caaalllmmm doowwnnn. While eyes flicked between the two. Hrm. She shrugged.. And would walk near them, but side-stepping some distance from them both to go find a spot to lay beside the rocks of the den. She was sore again but it was a good sort of pain. And she was gonna sleep it off and not think about anything that she'd been told had happened yesterday or how close those two were sitting, nope nope SLEEP.

Solveig's curled lips and snarls faded away, tensed muscles ready to lunge again holding back as she caught Cinnema's words. The bitch had been so caught up in the fight that she'd not paid any attention to what Vadimir had shouted. Her tongue flicked out between teeth to lap at her unwrinkled lips just as they covered those choppers. Her legs tucked under her and her ears flicked down, muzzle wrinkling only momentarily once more as hot, sharp pain lanced up her injured limb. Slowly she pushed to her paws, staggering a bit as she put too much weight on the ouchie-leg. Welp, she supposed she'd have no problem with hanging in the den now. She'd have time to heal a bit. When Cinnema approached again Solveig froze, waiting for something else to happen as adrenaline still pumped in her veins, and was a bit surprised when she was met with cleansing licks instead of biting teeth. Her muscles relaxed a little more, and she would offer the same service to the Tsarista. Her tongue gently caressing over the injuries she'd inflicted before the other female turned away. A sweeping glance would be given in Vad and Smug's direction, one ear perking only momentarily in surprise at seeing Smug. When did she get here? During the fight, obviously. Derp. Having been dismissed, Solveig turned and slowly, painfully, limped her way toward the den..leaving trail of blood driblets from the open wounds.

and Vad x Smug

Smug's gaze focused on Cinn after Vad made a weird face at her appearance. Had he expected her to leave? Did he want her to? Those thoughts circled her mind when Cinn addressed her and called her forward. Dusty woman hesitated a moment before paws carried her forward, halting when Vad rose and began to approach her. She kept her frame neutral and face carefully blank. This was it... he was going to make her go. Then the clash of bodies from Solv and Cinn drew her attention while she peeked over his shoulder. It was because of these thoughts and the distraction that surprise gripped her when his actual words tumbled out. He was.... apologizing? What?! Eyes blinked at him while he spoke, not sure what to make of this revelation but remained attentive and quiet, allowing him to say his piece without interruption. She wasn't a woman of words much anyways. An even bigger surprise made her maw part slightly when he... promoted HER?! What the hell....? She thought he didn't really like her much at this point. After all, she had made him feel things he hadn't wanted and she was constantly challenging him and pissing him off. And vice versa. Though she found that she couldn't hate him... maybe he was having the same issue. Head craned back a touch as he leaned in to her and she held her breath, not wanting to allow him to shatter the mask that she had so carefully spent the day creating. Woman was already close to cracking. So much for strength. Eyes widened even more with his secretive words. Did he just... What? She took her time to think hhis words over carefully before spitting word vomit out and while his attention was directed at the fighting women. She'd had enough of vomit... of ANY kind. This meant she wouldn't be able to leave... not if people depended on her. "I..." Her gaze lifted to stare at his face while she tried to contain her emotions. Some feelings managed to touch her eyes, feelings of confusion, trepidation, elation, and finally admiration. Smug would just dip her head in a bowing motion, not trusting her voice, to accept his offer. "Thank you..." she would whisper with head lowered and gaze locked on his paws. Then she would close distance between them to shyly touch maw to his cheek before whispering further in his ear. Paws would then carry her past him a few feet to turn attention on the fight and wrestle her emotions internally. WELL THEN.

Vadimir watched Smug go through the motions, which... kinda made him feel good inside. To anyone else, her trained visage was flawless, even with the phat beats he'd just dropped. But to someone who likewise suffered from having one too many feels, and not knowing how to handle them. The subtle cues were picked up on, but not openly voiced. He wasn't here to embarrass her... goodness knows he'd done enough of that. To himself and everyone else. He'd nod to her beginning lines, acknowledging them while trying to remain professional. There was a lot more he wanted to say... a lot more he wanted to do. But now wasn't the time or place for it. Brief survey resulted in naught. There was still no Zod, whom was probably away with his babies. Meh. Probably for the best... he could get the good news later. "Zen I vill be lookink forward to our trainink." He'd say mildly, attention shifting toward the brawl going on not feet away. Girls fighting... yep that was hot. SCARRED girls fighting. Sigh. You got issues bruh. Small jolt would course the length of his spine when Smug came in close and touched his cheek. He'd attempt to look into her eyes like WHAT?! But he'd mellow once he he heard thistledown tones whisper teasingly into his ear. W...whahsdefgjh. That was pretty much his reaction. whahsdefgjh. Then she pranced past him, leaving him fumbling in her wake as he tried to regain his composer. DAMNIT WOMAN WHY YOU DO DAT?

Smug wouldn't admit it, but she was also looking forward to her training. All she wanted to do was help her pack in whatever way she could. As long as Vad didn't make the mistake of thinking he owned her again. Maybe she would confide in him about that when they had some privacy... His reaction to her words caused a coy smile to spring forth upon lips before pulling away from him. See, she could be sweet too. Not that she would admit it... Woman knew Vad was the same way in that aspect as her so she didn't mind too much in exposing that vulnerable side to him when he deserved it. Her muscles itched to join the fight or find something to bite or... hmm... Contemplative gaze flicked to Vad quickly before skirting away shyly. NOPE. Although watching the two ladies fight seeped adrenaline into her veins, especially after hearing Vad's approval and respect for her. She had been this... happy? in a while. It made her feel a little more relaxed and at ease with those around her. Trying to take her mind off of the cravings of physical contact - in any sense - she turned to Vad but averted her eyes. "So what would training involve?" she asked, trying to keep her voice neutral but failing a little. Solv's heat was getting to her and mixing and encouraging her cravings. Man, she had lasted barely a day.... SIGH.

Vadimir stared on at the fighting, a frown beginning to crease his face. WELP. He had a boner. Thank goodness forelimbs kept it hidden. The mixture between Solv's estrus and this lovely display of blood and battle prowess.. sigh. It was making it difficult to think straight, and the more he tried to just... deal with it. The worse it became. At another time Vad would have been blatant about his arousal... Cinn could personally attest to this. But things weren't the same, and he was actually trying to retain some form of decorum. He missed much of Smug's nervous glances, but when her voice struck eardrums he turned eagerly toward her, happy for any excuse to look away from the shameless porn going on in front of them. "Ah... now if I told you zat. You'd know vot to expect, vouldn't you?" He'd grin haughtily, though he shrugged and reclined to a more neutral appearance. "You'll know vhen ve begin. Needlezz to zay, I'll be expectink great zings from you." Which meant he was going to put her through HELL. Huehuehue. Looking back over to the show, he'd call out, "Anytime, ladiez!" Just, cuz... he felt like being a douche. But really he just wanted them to stop cause omg being all hot and bothered in front of only women put him on edge. AHHHHHH

REJOIN

Smug. It seemed she wasn't the only one being affected by the fight and the scent... He was much too tense resting next to her. This only served to fuel it within herself. She smirked at the thought of it bothering Vad as attention turned to him though tried to hide it. Woman smiled at his answer and eyes danced with humor and more. "Bring it on." She said with head lowered and a fiery challenge in her eyes. She was determined not to disappoint though there was a sliver of nervousness at the thought. That was weird... Smug was not known to experience nervousness. Her gaze followed his to the ladies as their intensity rose. "What's the hurry?" Bold woman would tease him with a sidelong glance and a more pronounced smirk, knowing full well what his problem was. Cinn's reaction was met with a chuckle rumbling forth from Smug's chest and a shake of the head. Poor Vad. By that time, the women were finished and cleaned. As Cinn approached them, dip of her chin was offered as a sign of respect for the fight and then a nod was given. Eyes filled with humor flicked to Vad as she awaited his answer to her question. Had it gone well for him?

Vadimir bit down and ground teeth into tongue to keep himself occupied. Smug was only making things worse, and he'd let her know that with a not so veiled 'QUIT IT' glare. Though, the chances of her complying were slim. Dern famry and their love for messing with him. When the fight concluded and Cinn gave him the stinky face, he laughed. Wow... when was the last time he'd been able to do that?! "You both fought vell." He'd state simply, though upon being asked how his and Smug's conversation went.... well. Tongue would slip over lips, and he'd let shoulders rise and fall with emphasis. "It vaz fine. How could it not? I told her only good zings." Because he rocked at making people feel good. Vadimir was now the SEER OF EMOTIONS!!!! Haha get over yourself bro. When Cinn moved off to find her place of respite, Vad would settle onto his stomach. As much because the day's events as it was to hide unmentionables from view. Hurf.

Cinnema cracked a smile that he laughed at her face. Huh it must have looked more ridiculous than she'd intended. But she rolled her eyes at his response, eyeing Smug for a moment. Before she nodded and then would go off to not think, and sleep.

Smug suppressed the snickering that wanted to burst forth in answer to his glare. It was nice being able to just be... normal. She was comfortable with this. Hopefully he didn't find it too bad either. Another chuckle was released at his words. "That's because there were only good things to say," she would add with a wink to them both. Smug watched the Tsarita make her way to sleep then attention was turned back to the Tsar beside her. Once the male was on his belly, the woman looked at him a moment. She was still feeling relatively at ease and her muscles were slack with a passive visage. She was torn between talking to him and instigating him. She wasn't sure either would be well received though... Head darted out to clamp maw around his suddenly and shake gently a moment before releasing. Olive gaze stared at him with a more serious tone before they glanced away. "I should kick your ass for what you and Mon did," she said as a steely undertone crept into her voice.

Vadimir was feeling pretty chipper. Cinn went to bed, and he could work on thinking of nasty shit to get his horny cravings out of mind and out of body. Seriously... no good could come of that right now. Things were just starting to even out. Last thing they needed was more mayhem cuz he couldn't keep it in his pants! When silence enveloped them both, Vadimir didn't mind. It gave him a chance to run over things, checking mental inventory for future plans, considering his next move with the promotions, and the pack as a whole. Vad had never figured himself the leader type. Hell, he'd never aspired to lead before Drak suddenly dropped the bomb that he was making a pack. But now that it had come to this... he was finding that. While there were a lot of adjustments to make. The job overall, while tiring. Wasn't unlikable. Besides, he bowed to only one person, so any position lower than King just wouldn't do. Deep in thought Vadi didn't at all expect Smug to come out of nowhere and grasp him, surprised growl bursting out as he jumped back and pulled away instinctively. A bit exaggeration of a reaction, but he hadn't seen it coming! "Vot vaz--" His tone was on the verge of sullen anger. He was just starting to feel good, damnit! Hadn't they worked past this already? But then she spoke, and he calmed, trying to recall the situation. His eyes lit up as it came to him a minute later, and he frowned quizzically at her. "I still don't underztand vhy zat bothered you zo... I zought it vaz vot you vanted..." Hell. It sure seemed like she was eager to get double teamed. But then it had all ceased, and he couldn't fathom why it had. Vadimir had never been told that possessing others was bad, or viewing those he deemed lesser than himself as his by right. True, Smug had proven to him that she was her own woman, but... the concept still baffled him.

Smug waited until the realization hit him and he figured out what her words had meant before turning gaze back to him. A sigh parted lips as body reacted, craving what she didn't get that day. "It is what I wanted, what I still want." She was bold enough to venture forth with that last part. Haunches lowered her to a sit while she gazed at Vad a moment, trying to figure out her next words carefully. It was an extremely hard thing to do to confide in someone. It made you vulnerable and displayed your weaknesses for them to use and manipulate at their will. A heavy breath was drawn and released before words would come. "I had known only the world of cruelty before Drakov saved me. I was bred for the fighting ring and was trained hard from a young age. There was no feeling or thought, just blood and pain. I don't mind the pain so much, in fact it turns me on..." She paused for a minute as gaze flicked away, abashed that she had admitted that. Stupid... "But the humans," lip curled at their mention, "thought that they could own me, control me. For a time they did. I was a slave to their whims since it was kill or be killed. All I thought of was survival and winning." Olive eyes found his once more, pained, while voice held a low whine to it a moment. "Drakov mentioned you two had experienced this lifestyle, so hopefully you understand. I will not be 'owned' or 'slave' to anyone ever again. I thought being in this pack, being a part of Vechnyy, would be different. But when you and Mon were arguing and each trying to claim me as their own...." voice once again grew hard at the thought, and gaze narrowed at the male. "It was even worse than suffering the same at the hands of the humans. I trusted you... You betrayed that. I may be your subordinate, but I am not a pawn. I wouldn't mind belonging to someone..." Another shy look was given before continuing, "but when I do, it will be a mutual bond built on respect for one another. I may be loyal to you, but that gives you no right to treat me that way. Do you not respect me?" She challenged him with head lowered and teeth bared. The look lasted only a fraction of a moment before visage slipped into one of sadness and she turned away from the Tsar to hide her face.

Vadimir her response had him dumbfounded. WTF YOU WANT THEN BITCH!? "VOT?!" He asked, all tact and reservation gone. He was truly and completely at a loss. She wanted it... but didn't want it... but she still wants it?! BRAIN NO COMPUTE. But then she went on, and Vad held his silence. From her posture to her tone, it seemed this was something she'd been longing to share for a long time now, and once she did, he'd rise onto all fours, fur on every inch of his form ruffling out until he appeared like some stark apparition with fangs bared and eyes glinting madly. No she did not just.... OH HELL NO. All four paws kicked at the ground as he leaped for her, jaws aimed for her face in a soundless bellow. Should he manage to grasp it he would thrash his entire upper body, growling whines loud and profuse, pitch rising until it nigh vanished from capable hearing. And if he'd managed to attain a hold he'd drop her, forepaws intending to slam into her neck and shoulder to keep her there. His entire chest heaved, his fangs still on full display. His ears were pinned, his nubby tail at top mast. Pupils fully dilated and blotting out all else, so each socket contained a seamless void that bore holes into her. "Zo zat voz it," He'd grate, voice lowered to the fullest extent while breath billowed from between clenched teeth. "Zat voz vot it vaz all about." He was positively livid, cheeks and sides burning beneath fur. But he would reign himself in, pull himself back from the demon rising within. This wasn't the same.. this was an entirely different person, situation. "I am only goink to zay zis vonce." He'd murmur, vocals strained yet thick, "I am no hooman. I know vhen to accept ozers az my equal, vhen to accept zat zomevon iz capable. If I didn't zink zat of you. I NEVER vould have deigned to show you az much az I did!" Last words would be rendered in a full shout, and then he'd push off from her and spin around, intention to storm off. Unless stopped, he'd do just that. For as he had accidentally hurt her. Her words and insinuations, had likewise cut deep. And he was angry not only for what she had said. But just as much, for how badly it had affected him. Why had he fought so hard for her against Mon, UNLESS he saw her as worthy? Why had he shunned just about every other female in heat. Yet succumbed to her wiles? Couldn't she see? Couldn't she tell? No, you nitwit. Cause like you, SHE AIN'T TOO BRIGHT WHEN IT COMES TO FEELS. But he couldn't think of that right then. He just wanted to get away. Run away so he didn't break down right in front of her. It had taken him eons to accept others into his heart, to nurture the possibility that there was room in his life for more than just Drak. And, intentionally or not. Being compared to the one creature he loathed the most. Served to pull those tentative olive branches right back into solitary confinement.

Smug was surprised when his attack came but instead of fighting, she allowed the brute to take her down and vent all of his anger and frustrations on her. She probably deserved it. Her thoughts dashed back to her outburst at Mon and Vad and she wondered if she had struck a chord within him. His absolute fury at her words made her assume so and his words 'I am no hooman' pretty much confirmed it for her. She kept her head pressed to the dirt and throat bared while maw remained clamped shut. The moment he was off her she leaped to her feet. Paws quickly brought her past him with the intent of cutting off his little temper tantrum storming. "Don't you dare walk away from me after that." She didn't bare her fangs or raise her voice, merely spoke in a strong tone and muscles tensed in case he didn't listen. If he halted his advance, the woman would keep her muscles coiled just in case and all senses trained on the idiot of a male. "I am different than you... I don't understand how others show respect or when they think others are worthy of their admiration." She smothered the shyness that threatened at that last word. Of course he didn't admire her... IT wasn't possible. She was worthy to no one. Too unstable, too dominant. It only served to piss others off. The woman had no idea that he had held off from other women, mind flicking back to the scene with him and cinn yesterday. She pushed the dark thought aside as it caused her stomach to hurt. "Tell me why you are so angry," she said in a more subdued voice, eyes staring deep into his but not with malice or anger, just a simple yearning to understand. "You promised me you would talk if I did. Obviously I hurt you in return." Her voice had softened by the end as another pain ached in her chest. Why did that matter to her so much? "Please, tell me. Like I said before, I am... here for you whether you want me or not." THERE she said it. Even if she was unwanted... she would still try. She didn't like how closed off and angry he seemed and wanted to fix it or at least TRY to. Weren't they a pair huh? Neither knew how to feel much of anything besides confusion and anger it seemed.

Vadimir wasn't surprised when Smug decided to catch up and cut him off. Her tone made him jerk forward to lunge, but with a sharp twist of his head he diverted to the air inches from her and snapped at the air instead. Rather than withdrawing, he'd remain there, staring her down while insides were a-squirmin' with unbridled feels. "Und who are you to tell me vot I can und cannot do...?" He'd snarl, though he'd allow her to speak. For though he just wanted to get away, just wanted to curl up and hide from the world. He secretly wished, desired. To be patted, crooned, and told it would be okay. That everything would be alright. Drak had been the sole person he'd ever looked for that form of comfort. But now Smug was trying to give it, and it gave him a confused jumble of reactions. Excitement, revulsion, eagerness, fear. He regarded her with frosted eyes, ears still flattened to skull and fur still on end. Well... she'd managed to gush. And without the aid of shrooms! Go figure that shit out! Well. If she could do it. He couldn't be shown up, now could he? A soldat besting a Tsar. PFFFT (coughZodhadalreadycough) "Zen learn to know vot it looks like! I'm not about to be inzulted becauze your upringink voz az shitty az mine!" He'd try to push past her, though she'd likely waylay him again, considering every inch of her physique was primed and ready to counteract his own. If this was the case, he'd press his lips to her ear and growl. "Vhy am I angry? Better queztion vould be vhy am I not. You azzumed of me, you allowed your pazt to dictate ze now. Drakovski und I have been through hell und vorze. But vhen ve vere finally free. Ve made our own vay, our own livez, not dictated by zose shitstainz in baggy fur!" His throat was starting to ache from trying to keep his voice down. Cinn was asleep like.... a few feet away. Gosh dang. "Vhen I gave you orderz, you followed zem. Vhen I gave you expectationz, you delivered. I never vanted you to be an unzinkink drone. Vot uze iz zat to me? Zlaves do not deserve direction, kindnezz, opportunity. Und ze mozt certainly don't dezerve my dick." Vad didn't like when you roll over and play dead yo. He'd pull away from her, had close proximity been allowed in the first place. And he would sit, his back to her as head hung low and he stared at the ground. "....." Many words. Revelations, confesses, and ponderings. Coated his tongue. But he didn't know how to let them go. He was terrified of what would happen if he did.

Smug remained unflinching as he lashed out, meeting his furious gaze with a passive one of her own. "I am a 'stubborn woman who doesn't take from anyone'" she answered almost teasingly while she quoted him from yesterday. "You called me that," she added, realizing he might not remember. He allowed her to vent, so she would listen and let him go uninterrupted in return. The only time she would move would be to cut him off again when he tried to push past, pressing shoulder against his to insist he stay. "Then teach me what it looks like to be respected by you. Show me," she would say simply as an answer. It might have been a little bold since it went on the assumption that he did indeed respect her, but she didn't care anymore. She just wanted to understand. Woman would give him her full attention as he continued with his venting. She actually felt contrite, regretting her assumptions. Only once before had she felt remorse. It was an awful emotion that she hated, leaving her with guilt. Smug had to fix this somehow or else the woman would forever struggle with the weight of it. She allowed him to pull away, eyes now downcast. She waited a few moments, allowing both of them to mull over these revelations. A heavy sigh was uttered before Smug slowly approached him and lowered her own haunches into a sit, practically touching him would he not move away. Head was lowered and would turn to butt his shoulder, hesitating before actually making contact and allowing him to pull away before she did. If he had allowed it, she would keep her head there with eyes closed. "I am sorry," she would whisper. Never had the brawler ever said those words to anyone. Another first. What was this pack... what was Vad doing to her? "Drak warned me not to let them dictate my actions. I will not let it happen again." Head would shift for olive eyes to inspect his face for his reactions. "Talk to me...?" she would offer, allowing him the chance to talk to her freely like Smug had to him with no judgement or anger or her blabbing her mouth about it. It was another first for her, having never extended that offer to anyone. She just wanted to show him that he held her respect the way that he explained to her. Direction, Kindness, Opportunity... Dick. Scarred woman committed the list to memory and would show him she respected him by offering the same. Yes, even... well not dick but you get the point. Obviously she would still refuse to just roll over and let him have his go but she certainly wouldn't outright deny him.

Vadimir blinked when she spoke of words he couldn't remember. He had...? A roll of eyes and a shake of the head was made, low growl to mask a groan. Goddamn shrooms were the devil. "I zee," Would be his only response to it, before he fell back into prim silence. Her demand was met with twisted lips and a vicious scowl. "Und how do you proposze I do zat?" He didn't want to get intimate with anyone right then... rough, purely physical sex was out of the question. Given everything they'd experienced with one another, there was no way there was a chance of a wham-n-bam. "You act like I'm zo different..." He whispered, not intending her to hear. His lashing vocals had finally dropped, too tired to try to protect himself via bluster and puffing up. It wasn't halting her advances, and it definitely wasn't making her stop probing further. But he had promised, eh? He could barely recall doing so... but he could tell she wasn't lying. Good job Vad. Fuck yourself over and then not even remember it, why doncha? "Bezides. I already showed my respect. You are soldat, und I. No von else. I vill be ze von to train you." A touch of possessiveness entered his voice, but he snuffed it out the moment he became aware of it. Stahp dude, that's exactly what got you into trouble the first time. When she neared he'd tense up, but not move away. She'd just chase after him if she did, so what was the point? Her apology caught him completely off guard, and he'd whip around to stare at her in unmasked amazement. She... what? "Zorry for vot..?" He couldn't remember... if... when. Anyone had ever apologized to him. He couldn't. Had it happened last night? Even with Cinn's narrative, it was hard to recall at all... Zod had, hadn't he? Maybe. But it still struck him hard and quick, shattering the remains of his walls. He had nothing left, and whether she knew it or not. He'd tossed in the towel. FINE. He'd overreacted just like she had, and they both had a lot to learn. He couldn't say it, BUT DAMNIT HE THOUGHT IT. That was worth something right? When she let out her vulnerability, Vad instantly felt the urge to jump on it and rub it into her face until she fled. 'see that you do!' 'obviously you don't take directions well.' 'if one Tsar didn't work, doubt the other could'. So many scathing, heartless things he could say. But what would that make him, what would that achieve? Absolutely nothing. It'd just put them all back to Square zero. And as a Tsar... as himself. He couldn't allow that to happen. "..... I believe you." Was all he could say, and then he was slumping onto the ground, not caring if his bing-a-bong was on display. Really, dude.... how long could you be erect for?? YOU ON VIAGRA?! "Vot elze iz zere to zay... ve both made miztakez. Ve both vill learn." He closed his eyes, rolling onto his back while paws tucked on his chest. Anything else he wanted to say. He wasn't ready for. Not yet.

Smug lowered her own head, "You are different... for some reason," she would mutter back before turning her head away. Did she seriously just say that?! OH DEAR LORD. The tone of possessiveness had her glancing back at him. Had she imagined that? It made her feel a weird feeling... a good one. As long as he respected her and didn't treat her as an object, there was no harm in it.... She HAD admitted that she doesn't mind as long as the respect was there. She squelched the feeling though just as quickly as he did his own. Then she was butting against him and apologizing. Head snapped up when his whipped around and they stared at each other a moment. Guess it was surprisingly new for both of them. "For relying on my assumptions," she replied, blinking at him curiously. Head dipped in thanks as he announce that he believed her. That meant a surprising amount to her. Whyyyy...? No idea. She proceeded to nod at his following words but halted, caught off guard when eyes fell upon his manly bits saying hi to her. Oh come on dude... Now? As if she was just supposed to walk away?! The craving slammed into her like a freight train and soft sound of yearning escaped her before she clamped her mouth shut. No... just no. Eyes diverted to his face to try and smother the urge, but that didn't help much at all. Almost opposite effect instead. Direction, Kindness, Opportunity... Dick. WELP. She would show him her respect all right. Well, as long as he allowed it. If not, no hard feelings... maybe just some frustrated ones. Ever since she had walked away from being double teamed, she craved this more than anything. It was distracting so she would take the chance at being shot down if it meant ridding herself of the feeling. Tense body surged forward to clamp maw around his and thrust it to the side while framed hugged his and lowered to avoid any kicking or resistance he might have given, straddling him with her hips. Her eye blazed into his with a powerful look of desire that coursed her body. She would release his muzzle and move to nip at his cheek and neck if she had been allowed to go that far. QUICKIE TIME.

Vadimir allowed himself a chance to relax, a chance to reflect. Golly, to think he'd actually started off the day feeling pretty dapper and fine... hard to believe. Feelings just never stopped being exhausting. He'd grunt noncommittedly when she replied, though the sentiment was noted. His eyes were closed, so he didn't at all notice the throes he put her through, and he'd be oblivious until she jumped him and clamped her jaws over his. "SDJRGFTHJ?!" He'd garble out, staring into her eyes like WTF WOMAN?! WHAT EVEN. Then he recalled what she said earlier.... oh. She was still horny. MEH. He wasn't in a place where he could fully enjoy it, though. He wasn't in a security where he could be open. Forepaws pressed into her chest and he growled, glaring hard at her. But as she took up position, nips applied to his upper anatomy. He'd avert his eyes, laying head upon the floor. He couldn't look at her, he couldn't allow himself to register it was happening. That he wished it to happen. The only way he let her know his acceptance of it, was via forearms reaching up to wrap around her neck. Otherwise, he'd avoid any eye contact, any form of intimacy if possible. If he didn't, he didn't know what would happen. But he could guess. And that guess, was far too DAMN SCURRY. Though, on reflection, he realized how this might have looked... how it might be interpreted. That he didn't care for it, didn't like it.... so on. So he would, with evident struggle. Try to pull her closer, even though face would still be directed away. Yeah just... do your thing... while I try not to cry like a virgin down here. SIGH.

Smug paused in her advances as he just turned his head away. She was doing this to try and show him his version of respect... and yes for herself but she COULD walk away at any time. She was in better control of her emotions now. She stared down at him with a passive gaze while the hormones raged within her body. A low growl came forth, frustrated. Why did he make things so complicated. His paws came up to wrap around her neck though she continued to glare down at him. If he didn't want it, all he had to say was such, geez. WHY YOU BE SUCH A STUPID BOY? Jaws would part and woman shifted forward to clasp his maw between teeth once more, forcing him to look at her with her single orb. Just take it like a fucking man. All she needed was to get her release and show him. There had been too many emotions today so she would try her damndest to keep them out of it. FUCK ME LIKE A MAN DAMNIT. Growls would usher forth and when he pulled her to him, she would wrap her own around his tightly before attempting to roll to the side and force him on top. Would you prefer it that way? This would also give him an easier time to just up and walk away if that was what he decided. If the maneuver worked, jaws would release him from her hold to glare up at him with heated eyes and await his first move.

Vadimir winced when he was grabbed, looking into her eyes with a IDFK sort of feel. He... he didn't know what he wanted! These feelings were still so new, he was no guru just cause some damn shrooms had made it easier to open up. Quite the contrary. It was even harder because now he wasn't trying to run from them! How did one explain that they wanted it. But didn't want the feels behind it? Didn't want to become consumed by them and be lost in them. Last time that had happened, he'd rushed in without thinking and made her upset with him. And then a second time, when he had tried to salvage the situation! How did he know he would be able to get it right this time? Third time's the charm? PFFT YEAH OKAY. Not for Vadimir it wasn't. Soft growl would cleave past dentition, and he'd try to jerk his head away. But when she performed her sonic roll and he was placed atop her, and her gaze quite literally screaming FUCK ME. He really had no choice but to come clean... damnit. "I..." c'mon do it do it DO EET. "I don't vant to..." Oh god, speed up the pace before she gets the wrong idea dipshit!! "I don't vant to fuck up..." Eyes still averted, body stiff above hers. Oh how he wished to just plow, seed, and drop it all and run. But after all this? Nope. Wasn't even worth wishing upon a star. FUCK YOU JIMMINY!

Smug stared up at him as he seemed to have an internal struggle. What? Spit it out alreadyyyy... When he finally did speak, the words shocked her. Oh... Head was shifted to the side while gaze was averted. Guess he really didn't want it. Nice job picking that up girl! Punch self inwardly. Paws dropped from around his shoulders. It was then that his follow up reached her and head tilted back to him with confusion on her face. What did that mean? Then it dawned on her that he might actually feel bad about what happened last time. Whaaaa? Head turned to nip at his shoulder. "We all fuck up sometimes. Like you said before 'we both made mistakes and we both will learn'. This is a step in learning," she had thought over her words carefully and tried to help him without going all mushy since she wasn't sure he would be okay with that at all. "Let's learn together. You deserve me... well... probably better than me, but you're stuck with me. If you want..." Woman began to put her foot in her mouth and get all embarrassed at what she was saying. Oh just stop talking already! Head would turn away as gaze was once again averted. Wow... could this be more awkward...? All she had wanted was to show him and to get a release. But Smug realized that this also wan't that bad, figuring out feelings with someone else to help.

Vadimir heard her words, but they only made him NOPE all the more. Deserved more than her... stuck with her? WTF DID ALL THIS MEAN. Like, sure he appreciated the sentiment. BUT GOSH DAMN GURL. Laying that shit on thiiiiick. "...right...." What else to say... what else to do.. fuck it. Jaws would descend and latch onto the side of her neck, if she allowed it. And he would begin to formulate humping motions... until he paused, and smirked. She wanted him to fuck her, like they had before. That wasn't possible right now. Feels wouldn't allow it. But... a touch of humor came into the mix, making it easier to forget his embarrassment and lacking assurance. He'd redirect weewee, so it went into her butt instead

had she experienced this before? Probably not. And though he actually remembered to take it easy, he still couldn't resist a chortle. FUCK YOU LIKE A MAN, INDEED!!!

Smug kept gaze away from him, knowing SHE had probably just fucked up... PRIME EXAMPLE RIGHT THERE. SEE?! Sharp inhale as pupils dilated when she felt teeth on her neck. OH YES PLZ. She felt the smile through his hold on her and growled softly. "Finally, she would say in a husky voice laced with teasing. She had to redeem herself somehow right? Paws would come to wrap around his neck once more and head would turn to try and find purchase on his foreleg, applying some pressure but not enough to seriously injure. Surprised etched her features as he moved to insert himself... OMG. Very funny mister. Teeth released from their hold had she managed to get it. "What are-- Ahhh..." Words would fade into a moan while body quivered. Ivories found their mark once more, closing until beads of blood broke the surface, though still not too hard. She enjoyed the pain mixing with the pleasure as he fucked her. Mmm baby. Hopefully he didn't mind the pain as well. Head turned toward him in an effort to break his hold and snap at his cheek and neck. Growls and moans were emitted while breathing deepened into pants. Her gaze was glazed over with lust and pleasure. Well what an interesting turn of events.

Vadimir chuckled despite the situation, paws securely wrapped around her as he buried his face into her neck to help muffle the sound. HEHEHEHE.... or perhaps it was to keep out the other noises likely stirred up from their joining. Cause, yes he wanted some nookie. No, he did NOT want to indulge in boo-hoo-y ugly cry feels again. And hopefully, not for a LONG time. Life was never that fortunate, especially not the one he lived. But he could at least try to remain strong, while at least getting some of what he wanted. Or what he thought he wanted... y'know what fuck it IDK. He wanted THINGS. Nuff said. Her question turned delighted moan had him smiling again, and he was glad for his decision to give her a taste of something new. "I don't know, vot am I doink...? votever it iz, you zeem to like it, da?" Even though he tried to hide it, short murmurings of rapt enjoyment did slip past his guard. He was able to save some grace in the form of uttering them in his native language, but... tone alone could say it all. Her grasp on his arm only worsened it, motions gaining speed and all efforts to be gentle quickly faded. Welp, so much for that. At least he'd tried, yeah? Least he'd gave it the good ol' college try. When their joining reached climax he would indeed release her neck, snapping of jaws locking them together in the canine form of a passionate kiss. DAMNIT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE KEEPING THINGS SIMPLE. This woman, I swurr. Stuck together as they were, Vad would flop over onto his side, exhaling loudly. Yeah, that felt awesome... part of him hungered for more. Particularly the more involving more heated passion. But... we've already established why that was a nono. "Nice respect you got zere, if I do zay zo myzelf." Yes, let's keep being funny. Funny meant not awkward. Now Vad was beginning to understand why some individuals joked all the time... it just made things easier. Can't question things into deeper context if you're too busy laughing! HUEHUEHUE

Smug had been waiting and longing for this for too long. Damn boys... why did they have to feel so good huh? "Da...." she would repeat in answer to his question and it too trailed off into a moan. His own sounds of pleasure only further spurred hers. She was glad that he wasn't just doing this, her, like it was nothing. The fact that his mutterings were in a different language also fueled the passion to burning flames of desire. That voice... mmmm... Even if she couldn't understand them, the foreign words caused body to quiver. If only everybody could talk to her in such ways... Actually... that might be a horrible idea. She would never NOT be lusting. That would be dangerous. "That voice...." she whispered through husky growl. Oops, she let something slip through. Woman was too caught up in the moment to realize it though. When his speed picked up, she tried to keep her moans under wraps what with Cinn not too far away. It hurt way too damn good though. She liked it rough, mhmm, yessir. She was taken by surprise when his jaws clamped down around hers. Eyes widened but it was what really sent her over the edge and she found her release shortly. Heated eyes stared at him with a tentative question, though it was one she was very unlikely to voice. Her body rolled to the side, facing him as he flopped over so as not to strain their tie too much, she felt tender. Damn that had been good. Own breaths were laborious while she tried to calm down. She saw a similar feeling within his eyes as was in hers of the craving not having fully been satiated, but neither would venture to mention it. NOPE. Smirk would claim features at his jest. It was nice being able to joke and alleviate some of the hard hitters they had just gone through. "Not so bad yourself, stud," she replied with a wink. "Feel free to show me respect anytime." Her last joke spurred a giggle to come forth from lips and a shake of her head at her own remark. Yes, joking was much easier. Once the tie had finished, however long it took, woman would roll to her back and stretch. Ooo that smarted. She didn't mind in the slightest though. Walking bowlegged for a while was well worth it.

Vadimir tutted Smug and her sense of humor. Psh, he was way more smooth. Along with teaching her the skills of an upper class warrior, he now fully intended to teach her the wily ways of sitcom. Cause one of Vad's many well-kept secrets. Was he was a lover of satirical and slapstick comedy! But that reveal could wait until another day. Or until he woke up from this... cause damn. Between feels, sex, and sex with feels. He was BURNT. Like, skid marks burnt rubber kinda shit. When Smug removed herself from his side, he'd watch her through half-lidded eyes. Would she be okay? Probably. He'd been able to take a weewee to the butt, and he'd survived! Not to tell the tale though. Cause really... the less people knew about that embarrassing moment, the better. With a sideways stretch Vadimir would curl up, letting out a pleased sigh. There were so many things he could, wanted, and didn't want to say. But they could wait. He'd stepped on enough toes to last him a lifetime. Now all he wanted was sleep off this drunken fatigue. "Vake me.... if you need me..." He'd whisper out, eyes closing as he settled in comfortably. Please god don't let Cinn have secretly been awake for all this... HELL NO!

Smug. All her convoluted feelings and words and such could wait another time. Finally her libido had been satisfied, quite well she might add, and all that was left was exhuastion. It felt like she hadn't slept in a week. Well, the truth wasn't too far off. Woman had been much to restless and confused and such to actually sleep the past while. Body would roll back to face him as a yawn claimed her face. Paws would accidentally brush up against him but would quickly be removed, remembering how funky the Tsar had become after the last time they'd had sex. "Get some rest," would be her murmured reply before lids fell down across eyes like a door, shutting the world in darkness. Body would twitch while she started to fall into unconsciousness but soon she found reprieve at last.

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