|
|
Post by Zodiak on Jun 16, 2015 2:19:57 GMT
No guts no Glory
Cinnema had wandered off the past couple days, her nose having picked up a scent and on some whim her mind had twisted it to be one of few missing canines. So with haste she'd crossed the river and traveled north, only to get quickly lost and it took her a while to find her way back. OOPS. But at least she had, and y'know the whole thing was great to stretch muscles etc. However upon her return (after taking a drink and a dip in the river) it seemed.. Shit, that female who had been there before, the one she'd promised to fight. Was up and gone, wandered who knew where. Cin's lip curled as she investigated the corner that she'd left her at, trying to follow any scent but it was way too faint over the smell of the pack. GDI. Great.. SIGH, oh well. She huffed and turned away from there, shaking her head slightly and looking around for any others like, Okay someone distract me before I go and get lost again.
Mote had gotten lost herself. The girls inner compass was non-existant, and having left on a mission to find Dermo she wasn't planning on returning without him. After several days of seaching she'd managed to get herself turned around, and begun a trek home thinking she were going deeper into unknown territory. Passing trees she knew she'd think they were foreign and begin beleiving she was on the right track to finding Dermo. Having managed to catch two hares on her journey it was her plan to give them to her beloved best friend upon finding him, however that wouldn't happen. Approaching Vechnny's den Mote would blink those big dark eyes of hers in confusion and stare. What on earth? How did she get home? Shock faded when her darling mother was spotted. Forgetting the mission she'd charge for the woman prizes dangling from her muzzle. Throwing the rabbits at her paws that nub of a tail would begin flailing franticaly. Ohhh mommah how i missed you~
Zodiak rose with the sun; earlier than most with intent to hunt. He was hungry and was sure the pack was tired of dining upon bear and small game. Time for something a little larger. Other plans were already set in motion as he headed off across the densite. Vad's orders had him striving to do his best to uphold new rank. Nose trailed along border scents, finding a spot that remained untouched. Leg hiked up, spraying manly musk about before hind legs kicked back at the dirt. A sneeze drove him forward and again he'd repeat the process on unmarked and faded flags. All these new wolves entering their territory needed a second warning as to where the borders were. Clearly any passing after this would have a death wish. He'd brush past a tree, body rubbing harshly against it to leave body scents before front half dropped to trail his mark across the dirt. Rising with a sneeze and a huff he'd continue on, satisfied that the borders were thoroughly doused. He'd exit the territory, traveling north toward the mountain. He knew what he wanted, and sheep was on the menu. The thought alone had tongue flicking across lips as if the scent alone was satisfying. The ground beneath him changed, switching from grass and dirt to scattered patches of folliage and rock. He was close... Body sunk and took a new gait, moving swiftly and quietly as the bleats and footfalls could be heard in the distance. He reached a large boulder that marked the end of the flats and incline up the mountain's side. Shifting around it he'd freeze, sighting the herd. There were several Rams occupied with themselves, clashing horns and buffing up. Closer to his location, a few youngins hopped and skipped about, being overlooked by a rather large, bloated, ewe. His head tilted, pressing forward to further inspect from his distanced hiding spot. Saliva built in his jaws, he had a feeling there was a prize inside that one and better yet, it was distracted. Eyes warrily darted from Ram to offspring and finally settled on the ewe. He'd slink low and creep forward stepstep-pause-stepstep-pause, until finally he was close enough to lunge. Hunger got the best of him as he slung himself over the creatures back, jaws clamping on to the opposite side of its neck in an attempt to pin it down and deliver a quick death. It's head slung upwards, driving shortened horns into his shoulder. Only one of the horns had actually broken the skin and he jumped up while still grasping, causing the thing to trail downwards. Heavy growl escaped him, that was gonna hurt later. Jaws snapped in repeated succestion until the windpipe was secured, eye focused on the now fleeing offspring and rams that wanted no part of what he was doing. He'd sigh, thank god they didn't go for him. when the thing was thoroughly dead, he released and huffed heavily, hovering over his prized kill. Gaze drifted to whence he came, knowing the trip home was gonna be hell. Muzzle locked over the horns, much easier to grasp than the rest of the creature as he heaved backwards, slowly dragging the ewe closer to home. The feat took him quite a while, and by the time he reached the border of the territory he was exhausted. He released the kill, panting and glanced around, letting out a sort of baying howl before snatching up the horn and continuing to drag it backwards, hoping some lazy wolf would get up and come help him.
Flayer stirred. Still somewhat blueglossed eyes were opened, but everything remained dark and he was hot. Instantly the youngster entered panic mode and began wriggling and flailing as if his little life depended on it - mouth gaping and lungs heaving as he began to pant heavily. Shortly light broke through a furred window and Ramsay managed to free himself from being the bottom of the puppy slumber pile. How dare they! His whole life flashed before his very eyes!! Flay pushed himself with obvious effort and gusto into a stand and launched the attack. Devilish puppy snarls tore from his throat as snub nose wrinkled and just-breaking needles began chewing and biting whatever siblings parts sticking from the pile that he could get at. The boy would likely quickly become bored of chewing his siblings to relieve teething pain, and his attention was stolen by the smell of the outside. He turned and made a high-stepping, clumsily stumbling beeline for the exit. Flayer emerged into the light and halted, blinded by the sudden light change. Overwhelmed whelp remained still as he blinked and adjusted for a moment, then head quickly turned this way and that. Tiny nose sniffed, puppy tail drooping, the little dark lord standing square and broad as he took a little longer than a few moments to carefully examine the scene. All the different lingering scents were overwhelming and any scent of familiar was lost. Thus, the child became lost, and simply awaited mother to come a'runnin'.
Nida was alseep, as was she typically, curled around her precious children in the den. It was one of the rowdy boys that woke her, unfortunately .. One curious eye pried itself open and then the other to espy the child starting for the den entrance. A snorted groan leaves her; more often than not she was growing fragile in patience. All of them had an array of personalities, and one would expect mild to extreme in spectrum, but they were all becoming little shits. Out of the four, one pup remained taciturn and full of potential. She had yet to see what she'd become, and inwardly prayed she'd have a halo over her head! The woman rouses to a her feet without a moment's hesitation to join him at the entrance, and see .. well, a lot of flourishing activities. There was the stinky bug, distracted Cinn, and Zod lugging food. Her eyes narrow to her son. Perfect timing actually .. A paw was used to shove her son's rear into gear, as she drifts toward the sable male. Nips and licks and tail wags would be offered in greet. Time to launch early training, no ..? " Cinn, Mote," she acknowledged. She had not forgotten their presence! " Have you seen Lee ..?" No matter .. if she were here or not, her time shall come like it or not! To Zod, " their teeths are coming in." Her sore teats were evidence of the very fact.
Cinnema huffed at the air, wondering what there was to do. Hmph. Until, oh look! A wild Mote appeared! She hadn't realized how worried she had been for the missing girl until seeing her familiar pelt. And hey she smelled a bit better! Probably because she wasn't rolling in carcasses anymore? Not that Cin knew about that. The woman's tail wagged as the other started her own wiggling motions, ears perked to her. "Mote, where've you been?" She'd stray forward to her, neck stretching to sniff over her for any injuries. But Mote seemed alright! That was good. "Training today?" Light lick would be applied to the growing child's nose before ears shifted to hear Zodi's call. All of a sudden there was so much movement, wow. Tsari noticed a little fluff butt making his way out of the den, to pause and be stared at for a moment. A soft smile over her face, but she didn't deign to approach. Mother followed, anyway. "Hello, Nida," she called, before Cin took whiffs out of the air and would trot off to assist Zodiak with his catch. OOoooo. It smelled great. Her eyes ran over him briefly, noticing the wound, before she stepped over to the creature to take over bringing it back home. Maybe Mote would assist or something, she didn't know. But she wasn't going to let Zod keep dragging it while injured. He had done quite enough! And the queen was hungry so the closer she was to it, the sooner she could eat it when they got it back..
Mote wiggled her nub and licked over her nose. "Mote looked for Dermo. Mote got lost." she'd say soon distracted by Zodi who had begun dragging in a large horned lump. What was that thing? Having never seen a sheep before her curious ears would flick toward him as the rest of her body swiveled. Poor mother would be abandoned as uncle Zodi brought home something interesting. "Uncle Zodi!!" she would screech with excitement. It felt like ages since she'd seen her perfect uncle. Leaving her mother behind she'd charge for the chunky boy, paws thudding and she'd throw herself into the fluffy, bloodstained heap he carried along. Yeah like she knew to help him carry something. Sniffing and rolling in the creatures wool, Mote would do this in order to learn about the creature. Mote must smell it with her whole body as well as nose, duh it was the only thing that made sense. No wonder she smelled like shit for so long...she rolled in basically everything. Satisfied she'd push herself up on all fours and let that long pink tongue of hers drop from her muzzle, panting with excitement she'd stare at Zodi. "What is it!!!?" she'd ask with loud curiosity like that of a puppy. Questions however interrupted when she'd finally noticed Nida, and....something far more interesting than some heap of wool. Haunches would rear back before launching, large mass charged for the tiny bundle known as Ramsay. Before she managed to trample over the boy Mote would throw herself to the ground with a large thud, unsettling the dirt dust would rise in a large puff. Girl would lay before the tiny thing belly exposed to the sky as her tongue drooped against the dirt. IT WAS SO TINY OH MY GOODNESS. Ever so curious dark eyes would look at the baby from upside down as her little nub wiggled against earth. "Little shit, little shit." she'd chime. Bable had taught her that she was a little shit therefore this thing must be a little shit too!! absolutely.
Zodiak heaved the sheep a few more paces until finally someone came to help. Eyes set on cin as she inspected him, lips twitching with sensitivity when nose was drawn close to his wound. Stubborn as he was he kept dragging, although at this point not making much progress as body was thoroughly speant. Then came charging little mote. He growled at her speedy approach which seemed to be ignored as the oversized pup flung herself on the sheep. Eye widened and he strained as the horn in his mouth was forced downwards before finally yanking from his jaws. Lips peeled over slightly parted jaws, heavy panting escaping as tongue swiped over bloodied mouth. Mote's actions alone were not the cause, but they sure didn't help. He growled toward the pup as she rubbed her stank all over the sheep , calming some as she neared him. "Sheep." he answered, stretching his jaws some before shifting out of the way so cin could finish the task of dragging it closer to the den. Attention then flooded to nida as she swept in for lovins. Tail swayed tiredly and he half nipped at her, tongue following behind as he was too tired to do much else. A fair amount of blood coated his right shoulder and he shook, trying to rid the irritation. Sights caught mote flying past and curiously he followed gaze to her target. Oh hell! Snarl ripped through him as he pushed forward, hackles raised as she rushed all too quickly toward his lil baby. He paused his motions, however, when she rolled over in front of it chanting nonsense. Approaching, he'd snort "Ramsay..." he corrected her, glancing toward nida to see if mama had this before he'd make his way over to the sheep.
Flayer. There was so much noise, so many smells, so much to see! Ramsay's stubby little tail resumed its high-held wiggling as he took just one step forwards; after which a rather hefty force batted his butt into a forwards motion. Ramsay's expression was lit by surprise and the essence of "oh shit" as his front failed to keep up with the momentum of his rear. Alas, he fell right onto his face. The yelp of surprise that had begun to trumpet from him was cut very short as landing on his chin caused jaws to snap shut. Struggling to get back to his paws, Ramsay watched as tasty tatas went past him, and so did the scent of sweet, sweet milk. Ramsay's stomach growled at him hungrily. Easily swayed by the sins of hunger and greed, the boy followed after the tatas zealously. The boy's devious plans were foiled however as the Mote train-wreck crashed right before him - sending the poor child leaping out of his skin so far he ended up tripping over himself and falling into the dirt with her! That was twice now, and to hell with it! Ramsay grey unhappy. Righting himself and hoisting himself onto his feet, Ramsay turned to the cream assailant. The fur on the pup's back raised, snub-nose wrinkled, gummy needles bared. As he made the charge at Mote's face impish snarls ripped from back of throat, bites - accompanied by ferocious head-shaking - were made at anything he could grab a hold of. Of course, it would all be marvellously fierce if he wasn't a fat little roly-poly barrel of a tiny harmless pup!
Nida noticed everyone - well .. those that were here- were coming together and pitching in. Well .. minus the kiddo always speaking in third instead of first person. She just rolled all over the game, and smeared her scent as if she were staking claim and/or ranking stench all over her once lovely-smelling fur. Nida slopes forward and licks his wound, weeping more the longer he had left it. Le sigh. Her attention diverts to Cinn and her words, offering a soft smile in response. Helping out with the meal by grasping the thick and compact neck, she'd tug and pull and thrash- anything really to drag it across the terrain. However, a pause was issued, seeing Zod's eyes wander, and her own steered to leap onto charging Mote. Hairline rose up and the protective mamabear naturally reared its head as she dropped whatever she was doing to thrust for a dash, all the way over. She'd clamber over Mote if she were able and bring her mouth over hers with a throaty ' don't touch my kiddos' growl, and would even thrash to deliver the message. Can't be playing these games, yo!
Cinnema tensed up as the blonde child went running about, first to roll herself all on the surface of the carcass and then, as Cin was reaching for the carcass to drag it home. Flopped herself before the tiny babe. Oh geez. Her gaze narrowed even as she was putting her effort into dragging the sheep in that general direction, not right at them but toward the side of the mouth of the den. Hmmpph. Why was it so fat?? At least Nida was assisting-- oh nope there she went. There'd better be some juicy gift in there for her to nom on. Hehe, not really, but maybe she'd get part at least! Finished with the moving process at least for now, her ears perked as she stared at the conflict going on. Though, she was curious. What was Mote doing wrong? She'd just flopped down in front of him! Of course Cin had a different way of seeing it perhaps than they did. Oh well. May as well get in there before anyone else got hurt or the pup was in the way!! Even though it was getting away from the food that was making her stomach growl.. Quick strides and the Tsari would be standing over her sort of apprentice and her friend. Face calm and facing away from the pup so she didn't come off as a threat to the boy. "Nida, let her be. MOTE." Her voice was calm at first, but she figured. If they were to prevent something happening, a distraction would be in order. "Come over here. Now." Steps were taken, backtracking to about a foot away from the kill where she'd left it. Tall stature and hopefully she wasn't ignored. If obeyed and Momo came over, Cin would tilt her head a little at her but still look quite serious. "You can't go around playing with them, they're too small. Nida isn't happy with you." She held up the frown for a moment before she sighed and turned her gaze over to Zod, who she was assuming was near the kill. "Zod, that thing pregnant? Care to share?" She smiled a little, before her eyes went back to the child likely posturing before her. "We're going to spar, and if you hold up you can have a bite of what's in that thing's belly." YAY FITES, TRAINING, AND FETUSES!!
Mote being exposed and wht not of course she'd let the little pup chew on her face. He was the second to do so behind Dermo and this would put him on her frien list. Mote was far too easy to please. Sharp little teeth dug into her cheekz and muzzle and she'd only giggle. "It tickles!" she'd say before hearing the little critters name. "Ramsay..." echoing the name it would be saved in the fucked up files of her brain. When Nida soon blocked her view and hovered over her face, the little nub of a tail would flail a bit faster. However Mommah soon interupted and if Nida moved she'd then sit up curious eyes looking to mommah for guidance. Why was nida upset with her? Oh was this her little shit? Little gears would click in her head and she'd turn to look at the tiny thing once more. FAMILY. This little bug was family! Obeying Cinnema she would trot over to where her darling mother wanted and lick over her own dirty muzzle. Mote would behave around the pups now, she didn't want to upset Aunty Nida. Besides the little thing would hardly be any fun to play with at that size unless she used it as a chew toy. Ears would flick as Cinnema spoke. Pregnant? what did that mean? No matter what she said next excited her even more. "Spar!? With Mo----Cin!?" pushing her front paws of the ground she'd begin bouncing the front half of her body with excitment. This would be her first spar...and with her mother. OH JOY. Mote could care less about the pregnant sheep, or eating any of it. All she wanted was her mothers affection, and she was going to get it now. YAY!
Zodiak. Nida's licks to his wound were met with a curl of lip and clenching of teeth, but he allowed it. The wound was just sensitive. As events played out and the stinkpup was reprimended, he was already making his way toward the sheep, pausing at cins words. Oh! The thought had crossed his mind when he chose this particular specimen, but it was only a hunch further justified by the tsari. He'd cast a glance back toward mate and child, to the sheep, then back again before turning and trotting toward the child. If nida still remained he'd offer her a reassuring nuzzle before grabbing up the pup by its midsection and hauling it off to the sheep. He'd set the child next to it's belly and nudge at the creature with his snout. "Sheep....Food" he kept it simple, teaching the pups what certain things were was priority no need to confuse them with drawn out sentences. He pawed at it's stomach and swished tail around, trying to get the pup excited about this new object. Muzzle would lower and fangs would bare, playful growl emitting to his son before he latched onto it's stomach, using paws to pull and tug at the flesh. He'd pause if the pup didn't play copycat and nudge him toward the sheep, repeating the process until blood broke through the surface and the belly tore open, spilling contents forward. Time to get dirty kiddo! Zod would nose through the innards, pushing objects of interest toward the small pup before Uterin capsul slid forward. It was huge and he brimmed with excitement. The flesh of this was much thinner so he urged the pup to come try to break it open. He'd help a small amount until the flesh burst like a balloon, sending embryotic fluids gushing out and likely dousing the pup in the process. YAY WASNT THIS FUN?!!!
Flayer was so blinded by his little puppy rage-fit that he was completely barrelled away and head-over-heels by the dropped bomb that was an angry, over-protective mother. Three times, seriously?! After Ramsay had tumbled to a halt he shook his head and sneezed the surrounding cloud of dust. If the boy wasn't happy before, he was sure as hell a walking satan puppy now. He lifted himself back into a stand with as much zealous as before and began a hell-bent march towards where tatas lady was pinning his previous assailant. However he'd only taken about 4 marching steps before pressure on his scruff instantly caused limpness and serenity within the child. As he was set down the pup seemed to reabsorb life and regained his composure, but this time donning curiosity and wonderment. The big one that had set him smelled as familiar as tasty tatas over there, and thus he associated him with the goodness of food, too. He made some noises at him, at which Ramsay simply tilted his head to the side, before slightly hazy blue-gloss eyes watched him. Standing, he followed the man to the thing that smelled of bad. Ramsay wasn't sure what it was, but what he did know is that this smell - the smell of blood - made him unsettled. He was only a child after all, and the current puppy instinct currently told him that milk was good and blood was bad. However! Big daddy here seemed alright with it. So, cautiously, Ramsay stepped forwards, watching. He was hesitant to become directly involved, but he sure as hell watched. Every movement. Every detail. How the skin ripped, the ligaments tore and the hymens simply... fell apart. Then there was this weird... globular thing. Ramsay stepped forwards to sniff it, and the smell of fresh, hot flesh sent the fur along his spine prickling. Just then, the membrane split and the fluid of whatever was inside splashed right into his face and over his tiny body. Egads! Ramsay snorted and shook his head, hind and tail dropped and tucked in panic as he swung about and just... ran. Well, as far and fast as those stumpy clumsy puppy limbs could carry him!
Nida would spread individual legs wide for a spit of space as the june bug smelled now of dead ram. Can she say .. yum ..? Oh, err, she meant .. Then the scrambled thought threw itself in the trash bin when Cinn showed up to play the referee. Reluctantly she renounces claim over the pup's muzzle and side step, grumbling, and then glance to .. Ramsay? Pfft. " No, Nibbler." It had more meaning with an associated memory! Besides, it'd only confuse little shit here called left and right two wholly different names! Zod came over and gave a lick on her muzzle to which he receives a snarly ' im mad but i still love you' wolf talk'. Mote was off with Cinn, offering to spar with her, and Zod was giving an early lesson .. and she was stuck observing the two separate groups. A grimace graced her features watching more icky stuff coat the babe's fur - and she cleaned that last night!- and then pin the stink eye on Zod. God dammit.
Cinnema was satisfied that at least the deal with the kid was cleared up, and Mote could focus on something else now. Cin's gaze would momentarily sway over to the kill as it was spliced open right practically onto the child, who then proceeded to run. She giggled at that, but to see the fetus in the sheep was all she wanted to do. Eyes switched then to the obviously ecstatic girl before her, and the scarred queen would take some paces away to get space between them and the carcass. No need to trip on the mess and cause an even bigger puddle of yuck for the little one! Shoulders rolled as if stretching a little to ready herself. Fights were fun and since she didn't get to tear up that other woman's ass, then she supposed she could teach someone else and have some fun that way.. Sigh, wasn't the same. But oh well. "Let's go!" she called to Mote, allowing if the girl wished to take the first move. COME AT ME! Of course readied, if and when the attack came she would duck down and move to trip Mote with a snap of her jaws on her leg and a tug, only to release and whirl from the other side of her again. Going a little easy at first, huh? Yep.
Mote hardly noticed anything other than her mother, nothing else mattered. Wiggling impatiently as the woman adjusted herself Mote could hardly contain her excitement. Dark eyes locked an ready it wasn't long before Cinnema initiated the command! Charging for the lady, untrained lass was easily dropped with a bite and tug to the leg, sqirming in the dirt she'd try to roll and find her footing once more. Wow mom was sure fast! Dumbly she'd flop her paws and try to balance herself before pushing herself toward the woman once more. Mouth oen and ready to latch onto whatever she could, however clumsy footing was not there and she'd stumble. Mote didn't even know the basics of fighting, how would she possibly fair against her veteran mother? Well Cinn did say once that wolves spar to learn from your mistakes right? Well there would be a whole lot of learning today.
Zodiak was trying his best to let his enthusiasm for the task rub off on the pup. His interest in tearing the thing open seemed promising, but he wasn't actually doing it himself. Sigh.. Maybe he was rushing things? He shook his head, no, draks pups could do it! -snort- how old were they when they started eating meat? hrmm... He couldn't remember and therefore very well might be rushing. At least he was trying, that had to account for something right? The uterin sack exploded with a gushing of fluids, he took a step back and shook some, only to see his child looking rather scared and bolting away. Guilt washed over and he rushed after the child only to see it flee to mom who was giving him the stank eye. Ugh. With a sigh he turned away, a little bummed that didn't work as he hoped it would. He pried into the uterus to find there were two babies in it. OH! This was cool! Teeth latched around one of them and dragged it from it's home, it still felt like it had some life in it. Oh this was great!! Proud and now possesing small treat, he'd shift to the den entrance and plop down in the dirt to nom happily on it. Male would growl at any who approached besides nida who he'd happily share with while watching the spar.
Cinnema pricked ears forward, now just focused on the spar and not at all on whatever was going on around her. Not that it was much but Zod getting into more trouble for messing with children, haha. Her trip to the girl was easily placed and she supressed a smile as Mote rolled about in the dirt. Hehe! She braced herself for another advance, this time planning on taking the force of it. But it didn't come, and her apprentice fell to the ground per bad footing.. Wow. Good job.. She frowned a little, her head tilting. "Come on, get to your feet. Prepare, make sure you're steady. Strength." She sighed a little. "You're going to start running and training after this.. But for now. Figure out weaknesses in your opponent and hit them where it hurts." Cin was quick but pushing people around with brute strength wasn't something she was good at.. Her experience and determination to get away or hurt others just helped. Ha.
Mote nub would wiggle wildly behind her, dark eyes unblinking as Cinn spoke. Finding her footing once more she would nod, trying her best to find balance. Why was this so hard now? Perhaps it was because she flopped around like a child most of the time and when it came down to it she was the most unbalanced being of all time. Boy Cinn would have a hand full. "Weakness?" she was a bit confused, mommah had no weakness she was perfect! Flawless in every meaning of the word. No matter, this spar was important and Mote really wanted to learn in order to make her mother proud. Licking over her muzzle mote would wiggle her rump and prepare to lunge for the woman, as she did this time she wouldn't lose her balance. Since mote didn't know where to grab the lady she'd only charge in hopes of knocking into her, perhaps making her lose balance. Mote was already larger than her mother perhaps something like that would work? Clueless girl. Lucky for her someone was starting to care for her well being.
Cinnema flicked her ears at the repeated question. "Yes. Weakness. Everyone has them and if you want to make any progress, you'll have to figure out what you can and can't do, and improve on everything. Got it?" With that she readied again with paws wide and head lowered, keeping herself prepared for another run-in likely as before. But this time, please don't trip.. And she didn't! Came charging in with a shove. Cin braced to meet it and pushed up onto hind paws as the collision happened, arms wrapping around the girl's neck to keep her balance on as jaws attempted to grip the more fleshy part of her cheek, so there was less to harm. Wow Mote was loved, she wasn't even trying to hurt her. If jaws found their place she'd hold tight and begin thrashing, only a handful of times to knock the other off balance before she'd release and push away, if she didn't have any teeth in her too.
Mote was quite easily taken as Cinn clamped on, trying to hold herself up it was a real struggled for the untrained lass and she was already begining to collapse. A growl rumbled from her throat as she wobbled, No! she was not going to fall again! Mote did not try to break free from Cin's grasp rather she would only push her weight into the woman, mouth opening wide she'd reach out for whatever she could grab with her teeth. Unlike Cin she did not know how to control the strength of her bites and if she managed to make contact she'd lock on like a crocodile. Mote's own shakes would be given however quite a bit more rough and violent than that of her mothers, she refused to fall easily again. Putting all of her weight on the woman she'd find balance in using her mother's, if Cinn collapsed first than Mote would go tumbling with her.
Cortés's body ached from his wound, but he had to say, all in all, he felt much better from before. His wound had been cleaned out, his hunger had been sated, and whenever he had to drink, he himself would force his legs into motion to quench his thirst. Though he was still a bit smaller than what he used to be. Still, he wouldn't complain... Though speaking of hunger... He pushed himself out from his laying position, having heard some sort of commotion from the outside world. A yawn would smack upon his lips, blurred eyes as he released the slumber from his body. Limping slightly, as his legs lost a little feeling, he would move outward, emerging into the evening. Eyes would befall first two individuals. La Reina, and someone he didn't quite remember ever meeting. Huh. Either way, he moved toward the second thing he saw. Food. Yum. He slowly made his way there, immediately consuming whatever he could. Flesh, blood, muscle. Anything he could get his teeth on. While he muched so sloppily, he turned to look on, a spectator. A Dinner and a show!
Cinnema grinned as she pulled and pressured her to fall over, even though it wasn't hardly as threatening as it could be. Still, she was trying to not injure the other too much. How was she wobbling from that then? Pfft. Only, she didn't fall, and Cin had to really press her back legs into the ground to keep form falling back while being pushed. Eyes would widen when the snaps were reciprocated, and Mote managed to get a hold on the side of the queen's neck. A looot less careful than what was first going on. A growl rumbled from her throat in response and she clamped tighter to what she had in her mouth. YOU WANNA PLAY THAT WAY? But, hrk, she couldn't keep herself up with all this moving and the fact that the girl was putting all her body mass right up against her. I'M NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR THIS. Blood likely dripping from both of them Cin had to relinquish her hold, stumbling backward a few steps before that pushing really got to her and she crumbled with a rough growling bark. Unfortunately her arms were still around Mote's neck and this caused her back legs to slide under and she flipped backward before she could help it, and likely the mutt came flopping on top of her. OW GDI. She barked and squirmed, jaws flashing out to Mote's face or whatever she could cause a little damage to with no care to control her teeth. "OFF," she ordered with hissing breath. Suppose she got free, she'd pull herself up with a huff and a rough shake of her fur. Few drops of blood scattering. "Good, but you can't always use your weight to your advantage. And you need to focus on training your bites so you don't rip your packmates apart every time you spar, got it?" Then eyes shifted to notice Cortes, and her tail wagged at him. "Mote, I think that will be enough for now.. You nearly squished me. Do balance and strength training twice a day, either climbing up and down the rocks of the den or swimming against the current in the river. I don't care which. But relax for now!" Cinnema grinned at the two then, making her way over to the carcass. "You didn't eat my fetus, did you?" she murmered lightly, squinting. "That was for usss." If he had, she would've started pouting and then nom on his face, but oh there it was! And she'd settle with slight beconing to Mote, so that they could flop there and share it.
Cortés was lost deep in thought, eyes watching them both, but really he was in another world. It was only when Cin walked up to him, did he snap from his day dreams. He swallowed whatever was in his mouth, and gave a head tilt of confusion. "Huh?" He would look around, spying a soiled looking fetus laying about. He would wrinkle his nose, and smoosh the item away from him. He was fine, thanks. "There it is, mi Reina." He would smile and his own tail did a little happy dance. It was good to interact with the people he'd come to love. Still, he turned to look toward Mote, an eye narrowing. "Who is that you were sparring with, Reina?" He'd been so busy with his chores and tasks, that he hadn't even met most of the people in the pack. He felt a bit bad about that, but he supposed with him being injured the way he was now, he had plenty of opportunities to mingle and whatnot.
Mote: :'s grip was released when they both toppled over, landing on her mother with a loud 'oommmph!' Blinking dumbfounded she would look down at her mother and begin wiggling her nub. Blood driping from herself and her mother she had no idea that she'd done something wrong, this hardly hurt compared to what Dermo put her through. When comanded Mote would blink with confusion and hop off of the woman and give her space to stand. "Mote did good?" she would ask ad nod when her mother told her she needed to train. Mote would do all of it, everything the woman said. She would be the best student!! Yes yes! Watching as the lady walked away she would trail after her, licking over her muzzle she'd taste the blood and that little nub of hers began to wiggle frantically once more. Interesting, she'd never tasted another's blood before. Was a taste she would quickly become acustomed to. Being welcomed next to Cinn, she'd eye the wound that was given, nothing too grand....HOWEVER Mote was rather prou of herself. It was as if she put all of her love into that wound. Leaning over she'd ignore the fetus for now, and lick at the bloody spot. Grooming and tending to mom came first, and if it was not welcomed...then too bad! Once satisfied she'd turn to the fetus and nose at what there was curiously. She'd never eaten anything like this before. Distracted from her meal she'd turn her head to look at the scarred stranger...eyes growing wide. Wow. He must of had a lot of friends. Look at all those scars. Licking over her muzzle she'd respond for Cinn. "Mote is Mote." she'd say simply before turning her head and begining to feast on what portion of the meal she was allowed to eat
Cinnema sure wasn't going to be holding back as much on the next exercise they had, no she'd let her (well, both of them) build up a little bit of strength and then they'd go at it again. And next time she wouldn't let herself be sat on, NOPE. Cuz that sucked. Hmph. Her tail wagged a lil bit more at Cortes as he indicated the fetus for her and she would flop down there with the slimy thing between her paws, one braced on the middle of it. These were like top of the menu around here, why didn't the Spaniard want any? Har har, more for them. She would've moved to eat it but for the pain on the side of her neck surprised her and stopped her mid-bite. Wha-- oh hey, yes. Cleaning each other. Hrm, she was so distracted and the past couple little injuries she'd gotten on herself hadn't been cleaned after either. Her attention was switched to Cortes as he asked who Mote was, but of course Mote answered that question! She smiled a little bit. "My shadow for all intensive purposes." Because really, she pretty much was. It was a little bit of a joke anyway! Then attention swapped from fetus to Mote, letting her eat while she returned the favor and cleaned blood from her cheek. Only then, once satisfied, would she switch to the meal before her and dig in with a few licks and then mmm yes fetus.
|
|
