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Post by Zodiak on Jun 27, 2015 4:24:41 GMT
Dog Pile (unfinished)
Vadimir had plowed the waters of the river, swimming steadily up against the current all the way to the falls. The journey took all morning, and by it's completion Vad was pleasantly sore and fatigued, but even with that he located a small family group of horses. The adults were too much for him in his current state, but a adolescent? BOOYAH. One broken leg and cracked rib later, resulting in a belly torn apart. Vadimir was dragging his prize home, content as y'please. Had it been plausible he would have been whistling a merry tune. He could hum, so he'd just do that! "Mmm hmm mm m mmm, hmmm hhhhmmm mm mmm mmm mmm~" Yep, that was a growly hum alright. At the courtyard he dropped the horse. In truth he wasn't even hungry. He was too amped, pumped, to sit down and relax now. His body still told him to keep moving, keep his mind active and away from things that would surely destroy his current good mood. But... what activity was open to him? LET'S FIND OUT.
Cinnema had gotten up early in the morning and gone for her usual swim in the river, working out them muscles nad enjoying water's sweet caress because she was a weirdo like that. Hohum. At least she had something to do every morning versus sitting around all the time. And she was nice and slim from spending time in the water, which is great too y'know. A quick snack was snapped up in the form of a scrawny mouse found upon the river's edge after her swim, but of course that would do nothing for her appetite. Fluffy queen was hungry. So once she'd swallowed that, she ventured back home to see what else was lingering around. Oh hey look, Vad happened to have great timing! Tail would sway casually, eyes locking on the food he'd brought with him. Mm. "Hey, Vad," she'd murmer, waiting for him to take a few safer steps away from the food before she meandered over to it and lowered face to investigate the carcass's contents greedily. You don't want any? MORE FOR ME.
Zodiak as per usual had gone for a run this morning. He was getting better, traveling farther and keeping pace longer. His endurance was definatly up to par now and frame looked a little less 'fluffy' and more leaned out. Losing his winter coat also helped. Panting he'd trot round into the couryard to spot vadi and cin surrounding a...OH wow that was new. He wasn't sure he'd ever tried horse before. Shrug. First stop was cin, he strolled up behind her with a wag of his tail, rubbing against her side before giving a half lick to her ear. Morning! He then went to vad, HEY BRO!!! Body Slinked against his side (if allowed) and he'd move to nom at his neck fur. If jaws secured a hold he'd give a gentle shake before releasing the tsar. Just a friendly greeting nothing serious.
Yusef hadn't been sleeping. Dem nightmares, really. They were more like night terrors now, as the times he did manage to close his eyes, he was usually rudely awoken by his own functions. In any case, this made him a somewhat floppy sort of creature, running on sleep deprivation and determination, as loose as it was. He plodded along, making his way around from the back of the den at the smell of fresh meat, though he did not attempt to have any. It wasn't his, after all. Hadn't been offered. He yawned, but shook his head as he settled down by the stone at the mouth of the den and let his shoulders and head drop. Good god, SOMEONE was in a chipper mood. He wanted to rejoice with them--for whatever reason he didn't know--but Drak was weighing on his mind. Something seemed....off...about the Tsar, and it worried him. Either way, he flashed a brilliant and toothy smile when he was noticed. NOPE. NOTHING WRONG HERE.
Thrift. Growing child was spending more time trying to be active, do little things that maybe? (she wasn't sure) counted as work, like running about the den like she'd seen her sister do, climbing rocks, stalking little creatures that wandered into the den. For what reason they would, she wasn't sure. But okay cool, more for her to do. Still, it wasn't much, and she grew hungry. Her taste for Mum's milk had been dampened by the rat blood she'd practically bathed in before, so that was what was on her mind most of the time. Getting more. Impressing Vad more. Because he was big and strong, and she wanted to be like that. YESS. Currently napping, she'd wake when the sound of people and the smell of blood was drawn to her nose. Oooh. New plaything maybe? Thrift pulled herself from the den on much steadier, more reliable muscles, bright eyes flashing about at everyone around. So many big woofs. Oh! With cautious steps she trotted over to her precious father, inserting herself there between his legs and staring up at him and Vad quietly. She was slightly nervous about the other two there, attention flashing to them on occasion, but she was otherwise relaxed standing by the two adults she knew. Head tilted back to look up at Vad, slight tail wag in there. More work? Her leg was still scabbed, but she felt much better after resting from before.
Vadimir noticed Cinn approachin'. Oooohh, well now. Charging forward Vad would aim to tackle the woman, teeth worming into the side of her scruff, all in the span of seconds before he hopped off her and sat at her side. If it all went according to plan, that is. "Hey." Greeting would be offered nonchalantly, like he hadn't done a damn thing. And really, he hadn't! That's just how he behaved when his happy stick was happy. "Anyzing to report?" He'd ask the Queen, watching Zod appear from around the bend. Watching the Voin go for Cinn first, who, upon looking. Was making googly eyes at his horse! Awww hell naw. When Zod came in to dish out his lovin's, Vadimir whirled to om nom nom the side of his face, giving a rough tug to any loose skin he might catch hold of, before he was off, racing toward the horse with the intention of grabbing it out from under Cinn's nose. He'd drag it away, growling in challenge. You want it? Come get it!! though of course, trying to tote a near full grown horse was no easy task, and Cinn would likely catch up in little time at all. OMG, WUT DO?! Eyes would land on Yus. PERF. Coming to a sliding stop he'd toss the carcass toward his son, GO LONG PIGLET!!! Before twisting to try and run interference. Though, even as he made the motion to confront Cinn, if she had so chosen to follow. Eyes would land on thetiny pupple now happily situated between Zod's paws. OH HEY BBY. Tsar would drop into a playbow, which... might not have been the smartest thing he could have done right at that very second. But he was feeling hyper, and had wanted some sort of activity! Welp, he'd sure gotten it. Yes sirree bobikins.
Cinnema tensed a little when she noticed that Vad was coming toward her, though just to prepare for impact versus lashing out. Light smile was on her face, keeping herself upright as she turned her heat to nip at his muzzle in response. She snorted at his greeting moments later, shaking her fur. Bleh she was still wet from swimming, not that she cared. Eyes would turn to him instead of the kill for a few moments, shrugging. "Nope, everything's great." Ears pricked and she tensed again when she felt someone touching her, fully prepared to snap at whoever it was but holding back only for more nips as she realized it was Zod. Oh hey bro. Little lick to his forehead as a bit of an apology, and a smile at Yus, before her attention was totally stolen by the baby horse laying there. She'd no more than stuck her muzzle into the hole in its belly and gotten a big whiff of mouth-watering meat, before it was moving away from her. WOAH WTF?! Head flicked up and she let out a fearsome growl at Vad, (eyes narrowing and muscles tensing moments before she launched herself after him and the fleeting carcass. Bitch I got you!! Come back here with my food! Should she get close, jaws would flash out to snap at him, but it seemed he'd already thought of that and let that take a flying throw at Yusef. You think you can just throw it and get off the hook? Nah bruh! She continued racing along toward him with a vengance, lips still curled with a snarl on her face. But really she was playing more than anything. Ehehehe. Only, then he fell forward into a bow for the child between Zod's legs. Hey ki-- OOMPH. Shit. She hadn't slowed down fast enough and ended up running right into his rear end, though in an attempt to not get her face all up in his junk, she pushed her front half up and on top of him. Effectively, practically mounting him andslamming hips up against his ass in one fluid move. Yelp was let out in slight surprise, not meaning to have done that. Great nice job, as if they didn't have problems as is. Growl quickly followed as a cover and she moved back, applying pressure to the side in an attempt to throw him onto his side instead and flop down like a dead-weight on top with her jaws seeking out his scruff. THERE THAT'S BETTER. Ugh.
Zodiak jumped back some at cins initial reaction before relaxing some as she graced his forehead with apologetic licks. Vad was quickly swapped for company with combination of bites and nomming between both parties. This was the vad he missed, no more emotional sap pls. While face was being groped, he'd let out a soft whine that quickly transcended to gurgled growl. Paws flailed out at him before finally being released as he turned assault on cin. Ha! His childs approach was soon noted and muzzle dipped to lick at her before gazing toward the ongoing struggle. Zod was slightly bummed, he wanted a taste of that meat too, but with child in range he chose to stay hovered over her just incase things got out of hand. Of course it wouldn't be long before the fight drifted his way as vad came to a bow in front of the child. Zods head lowered and a growl laced with play seeped out before he rushed forward in attempts totackle the tsar. He was already halfway tbere so why not finish the job? Jaws sought to grab at neck fluff while body tried to push overtop of him, all while deep bellowing growls were given.
Thrift sat down between father's paws, wide eyes looking up at everyone moving around. Wow these big people. They were all like her Daddy, so big and powerful. Geez. And there went a power struggle, big paws pounding the earth and having her wide eyes locked on every movement they made. She sure couldn't run like that. Just another reminder that Vad could likely tear her apart like that rat. Geez. Not that she was totally uncomfortable, she figured she was getting there. That rat was worthless, and she was worth something! Right? Little smile came over her face and tail wagged, repositioning herself to a play bow like Vad as he came over. Yay! Oh, wait, the others were. Urm. Attacking him? Paws shuffled back to get out of the way of being sat on, watching curiously.
Intice appeared from the shadows as if some terror of the underworld. Only, in a pint sized pretty little package. The scuffle and shuffle brought sound to her ears, causing her to return from whatever adventure she had been on and return to the den site - post haste! Eyes were bright and carried a hint of playful muse within, watching as she made her approach. There was Star, and Mad, and the other two adults that she had yet to bestow a nickname to yet. Then, eyes found Thrift, and all bets were off! Gleeful bounding began, puppy paws beating against the dirt with a furious thump - all hail, the drums of war! Lasshad learned many a lesson in her short life span, she was not one to rush in without thought of action and consequence. She'd been cured of that quite some time ago! Instead, as the adults shuffled and snapped shemoved behind Three. While her sister was focused on the brawl before her, Ice would move to grasp her scruff with open jaws and snap down - gotcha! Front paws moved forward in an attempt to station herself - solid, so she would not topple forward and roll over or into Thrift. If clamp was successful, after paws were planted she would push backwards, jerking her head and shuffling backwards with a muffled mouth full. "Tree, Ouffa way!" She was bound to get squished if she stayed there.
Drakov:. TRALALA Hot as balls day, nothing new. Which also meant he'd spent a great deal of time in any body of water possible. Course when hunger kicked in he was forced to endure the temperature in order to obtain a meal. It was nothing large, a racoon, the likes of which he'd already picked apart and left to bake in the sun whilst returning to the waters. After wasting away half the day the pale bastard finally chose to return, raccoon remains dangling from jaws by that ring tail he'd saunter onto the courtyard and right into..... into... er... what was this?! Drak was in a wierd version of a good mood, not exactly.. good.. but something like that.. Either way it didn't keep him from lookingdumbfounded at the spectical. Tha fuk guiz? With a roll of shoulders, and a curl of lip tail would flick and paws would thrust him forward. Head craning to the side so that in the last few feet between him and the cluster of adults, he'd swing the racoon by its tail like a ball on a rope, in attempts to chuck it right at his brother. Or, ya know. Whoever ended up getting hit instead! Only .. Instead of being hit by a ball of course, it'd be the solid skull of a raccoon. Enjoy!!! Needless to say regardless of where it hit his forward charge would not cease, body barreling in to slam chest into Vad's shoulder and tackle him to the ground. RAWR BITCH.
Vadimir as they said, even the best laid plans... if this had been a plan to begin with. Alas, it was just a hairbrained scheme to assuage pending boredom. And look where it got him? Cinn grinding up on his ass and Zod plowing headfirst into his face. OH GOLLY. In the split second before he went down, Vadimir would lash out with both hind paws, aiming to strike Cinn in her thighs/groin, and then he was on his side, jaws snapping with thudering growls as he aimed either for one of Zod's nipples or elbow, in either case he would shake like mad while squirming about in the hopes of getting himself free. But... but then he felt a force ram into them, of what sort he couldn't decipher. He was blinded by Zod titties, so, of course he couldn't make heads or tails of anything around him. But be this a new challenger, Vad would just have to keep on fighting! "Sdelat' eto veselo dlya menya! COME VON COME ALL!" He'd cackle through whatever hunk of flesh he'd managed to grab, assuming he'd gotten anything. Should there be enough time between bodily movement Vad would use whatever he had as leverage to help him back onto his paws, though his balance would be shit since he would legit be Scooby-Doo scrambling. If head was allowed to breach fresh air after confinement of Zod boobage, Vad would espy Drak. OH BOI. Butt wiggled and whiny growl left his maw. BRO I DUNNO WHAT'S HAPPENING BUT HI. Then he'd spot Ice futzing with Thrift. Oh, were they playing too? But she was doing it wrong! Should it be plausible Vad would aim to dart past the main column, leaping to Drak with arms out-stretched and jaws open. LOOK KIDS. WATCH ME I'M SUPERMAN.
Cinnema wasn't sure what was going on anymore. There were too many bodies in too little an amount of space. Vad's legs kicked out and scratched her inner thighs, causing more outright growls as she was trying to right herself, scootching back so she wasn't all up on him with paws planting themselves on his ass and she could get off. But oh hey look THERE'S DRAK, PUSHING THEM ALL OVER. BLOODY HELL. Furious growls let loose from her throat as she was shoved over to the side, ears flicked to her skull and jaws snapping at whoever and whatever was remotely available for her to grab. BITCHES. FUK YOU ALL. Moment of spastic snapping and she would roll away from the others, pushing herself up to her paws and shaking out her fur before eyes caught what else was going on. Oh hey Drak. Irritated sneeze, before tail started flailing like a windmill and she waltzed over to him to grab the side of his face with a nice wide nom. But, oh great, that just put her into the path of Vad. WHY, HOW. WHY. Cinnema roared a growl at him and ducked away, though one of her back legs managed to slip out from under her and she flopped, front half shoving against Drak's side with all her weight while she casually flailed ot try and get back up. God DAMN IT WHAT IS WITH EVERYTHING TODAY.
Zodiak was begining to wonder if charging into this battle was a good idea. It wasn't necesarily the fight, or the patrons involved but moreso the fact that he now had fangs clamped down on his god damn nipples. A harsh yelp escaped him, head and neck shaking side to side with whatever bit of flesh he'd been able to snag of vad in his jaws. The act was shortlived however when vad too began thrashing and his poor nipnips were about to jump ship. He flailed about, fighting for space ackwardly with cin until another great force came from behind--quite litterally. He wasn't even sure what was happening, body lurched forward and something hard wraped around and smacked him in the face. GFDI WHAT THE HELL?!!! Force of impact had his rear end flying upwards into a handstand, tail flailing wildly as he tried to right his balance. Vad's attempt to free himself only increased velocity and he landed nearly right on his head with ass in the air. As body came tumbling down cin was now snapping at him . WTF WTF?!?!! He flailed with furious growls and gurgled nonsense until body flopped to it's side and he quickly jumped to all fours with a heavy huff. Fuck. Heavy shake of pelt was given before gaze set on the group now crashing into each other again. With a growl he rushed forward, rearing up behind vad as he stood to grab at drak, jaws aiming to grab his scruff and shake him around a bit. MY TITTIES HURT YOU ASSHOLE!
Thrift flails as sis came out to drag her aside, wide eyes flashing about even while she was being moved and everything was going on. What even was going on?? "Let go!" she whined, trying to shake Ice off. STOP HOLDING MEH. Should she be released her eyes would flash around to everyone present. What the actual crap was happening with them? So much flailing and fighting. Ears flicked to pin to her skull and she would scootch herself away, retreating to flatten herself on a rock in the entrance of the den and peer at them curiously.
Intice was keen to drag her sibling away - she did not want her to get hurt accidentally! However, Three seemed less than happy and flailed madly, cuasing Ice to bite down harder. She was not exactly sure why she felt the need to do so, an instinct? Who knew? A low growl rolled from her chest - one that was much deeper than any of her priors, and it caused her own ears to pint o her skull and her mouth to swing open. Left hanging open with a dumbfounded expression as Thrift retreated, Ice could only gulp. Did that sound just come out of ME? Ohdearheavens. She swallowed, looking to Thrift with a sorrowful expression - she scared her! yes, that HAD to be it. It was the puppy growl that had frightened her, not the raging ball of fighting fromt he badass adults. Mhm. Blinking, the girl could do no more than stand out of the spotlight to the side, watching as the melee unfolded. Erp. There were teeth and tails, bites, growls - everything that was equal parts frightening and exciting. She wanted to joint he fun, too! but then... Eyes fell to her tail - or lack there of. Ears flicked and she bite at her lower lip - she dd not really fancy losing any other body parts but..but..but.. AW FUCK IT. With a rumble fit for a Fox kit, little lungs would release one more mighty roar. "FITE! FITE! FITE!" Chant was her own personal battle cry, little head bobbing and shaking as the brawl turned into more of a chaotic mess than an organized fight. Tongue stuck out and she clamped her jaw and lips around it, small peel of upper lip revealing black gums as eyes narrowed - she needed her perfect break...Vad was airborne, looking like one of the Sky flappers trying to take off - and there looked like someone was some biting Dad's nipples- wait, what the? Oh, hell no! Momma would NOT like that one bit. Ice scrunched her nose - if she was not allowed to bite titties, why should anyone else be allowed to? Dats not right! Star took center stage, his display causing her ears to flick - but..but...dem nips.. Chest puffed and she stationed herself, trying hard to resist the urge to throw herself into the fray - she'd likely get herself killed, afterall. Aww, shucks - let's do this! With one shake of her head, she brought her front paws to beat the ground, moving to jump on any of the bodies rolling about and push with her hinds into a glorious fumbling leap for Mad's tail. If she caught on she would thrash her head, pulling it back to try to get him to stop all this madness. " Nipp-soles!" She grunted through clamped teeth - nipples were for food not for biting and if anyone was eating from Mad's tits, it was her!
Drakov: With a harsh snap, he'd latch onto the lower portion of Zod's scruff the momment there bodies collided. Little did he know Vad was tearing up his poor boobies from undernieth BUT ya know whatevs! He was assumidly spared just in time, given Vad was quick to seek escape. And considering Drak was now toppling over the opposite side of Zod's being with scruff in his mouth, welp, he'd be yanking Zod along with him. Effectively pulling him right off his brother. Had that gone accordingly, paws would slide him to twist and turn, facing body towards Zod and the rest of the gang. Cin's attempts at affection, though fail as it were, was regarded with a subconcious wag of tail.. Likely the only real form of positive attitude he had at the momment. But it was short lived considering Vad was closing in to beat her to the punch! DRAK WAS READY THOUGH. COME @ ME BRO. Literally! Like a shield, his twist and turn turned forward thrust. Hind paws kicking him off full forward with Zod's head still held by the lower half of his scruff. Assuming of course he'd managed, the poor beaten and abused boy would be shoved into Vad's overly dramatic version of a hello, and instead of either Cin OR Vad gaining a hold on him, Zod would be rammed into there oncoming faces. HERE TAKE HIM. HISS.
Vadimir didn't realize Cinn was trying to give Drak some TLC. He realized so late that the end result was him fumbling over her and right into a Zod offered like a deli sandwich at half off. OH THX. Parted jaws caught the lad's face or neck near the jaw, depending on time and placement, while arms were forced to wrap around the base of his neck/shoulders, an action more impulsive than thought out. Things almost felt as if to slow, dragging on sluggishly as he stared into Zod's eyes. His expression? Something along the lines of, 'oh, well.... this is awkward'. For as he had grabbed Zod, Zod had likewise nabbed him. First instinct was to begin thrashing willy-nilly, and if both of them chose to do so, Vad, Drak, and Zod would just be a mess of writhing bodies. Intice's inclusion into the arena wasn't even noted, save for a jerk that would likely be caused by her flying tackle. WHAT WAS THAT?! If Zod released him, Vad would immediately seek evasive maneuvers. And by evasive, of course that meant diving in headfirst like a cannonball. Had he been free'd of his deli sandwich, Vadimir would swiftly be lifting himself in a three in one jump. Back legs pushing off Cinn's flailing, downed form, forelimb hooked onto the upper part of Zod's anatomy, and neck and head would push down, all in the same instant with the purpose of making him vault over Zod's back and right into Drak. Of course, even if everything went according to plan, body would still mostly be a tumbling mass of derp heading right for Drak's face.
Zodiak:. As if the pain in his nipples wasn't enough, drak had lached ontto his scruff like he was a bitch in heat. Forward momentum having him being dragged off of vad flailing about for a means of escape. He felt like the puppet now as drak moved about with him in his grasp. Jaws parted and head flailed some in attempt to twist around at the tsar, but to no avail. What the hell was this shit? Why was it always him damnit!? Heavy growls escaped him as drak shifted to move with hold still on his scruff. Paws stuck out to try and slow the roll but only managed to get caught and roll beneath him as drak pushed forward. Vad was supermaning himself in his direction and everything seemed like it had shifted into slow motion. Ohh this wouldn't end well at all... Lip curled and jaws parted in preparation for impact, vad came in with his own biting tactic and as he clamped the side of his neck, zod's own jaws sought for the opposite side of vadis neck. The final impact with paws wrapping around his neck forced a huffing growl as he gazed ackwardly at vad.... er.. hi... Head tried to thrash as best it could, The feat was hard with drak holding his scruff and vad attached to his neck, buut he did his best. There was also a tug of needle teeth at his tail and hind paws danced in place, he litterally could do nothing more while smushed into a tsar sandwich. No screw this! Bite was released in favor of trying to get out of a bad situation only to find vad pushing off him painfully, as drak still held his scruff. While the tsar scrambled over him after drak, zod's jaws lunged out to grab his back leg. One of two things could happen, he could get a mouthfull of bony knees (definately not what he wanted) , or teeth could hit their mark farther down by the tsars hock and cut his ascendence short. Either way it was a hot mess boiling over the pot.
Intice Was certainly in a bad situation. Perhaps, she thought to herself - this was a fool's errand. With growls and thrashing she was flung free - and she'd skid across the dirt with a silent huff. Eyes wide, ears slicked to her crown she would look from Mad and the Stars to three - and curl her lip at the adults. She wanted to fight but she was not big enough. Poppycock. She'd reluctantly high tail it out of thre, moving to curl around her sibling and lick Three's sleeping little form possessively. Eyes remained on the adults - if they came this way she'd have to defend Three, afterall. Tail nub flicked twicein mild annoyance before lass would fall right to sleep. Ho Hum.
Drakov: What a load of crazy nonsense. It was damn near impossible to decipher what exactly was going on, how to react to such, so Drak kept it fairly simple.. Stay out of the way and barrel in when an opportunity presented it'self. Well, sort of anyways.. When forward thrust was made successful, a quicktwist one direction was offered. Nothing truely bent on yanking Zod around, more so.. a form of stability so that hind paws could spin him damn near parallel to Zod's form, before hold was released and a single bounce was all he needed to detatch from the scene. If not completely, it was atleast long enough to avoid being caught in the mess of nonsense unfolding before him. Had he made it out successfully,the pale bastard would have narily escaped a Vad attacked. Oh jesus. Great timing. And oh look. An opening! While Zod occupied his leg, probubly even aided in Drak's escape without him knowing, the Pale King would launch forward and attempt to clasp jaws around brothers front leg.Had he motioned to stand prior to Drak's assault, he'd be swooping it right from under him! Body twisting away opposite of Zod to pull against him. HAHA. Though there was no desire to hurt his brother, it sure was funny lookin'!
Monro staggered around the forest with glossy red orbs dancing across the sides of trees as she darted under fallen limbs and lept over roots, claws had been digging her along pulling harder; faster, stronger. It was a week from hell, starting with a basic border control and ending in almost winning a prize from a stranger; alas she gained some bragging rights. Nicks and lengthy gashes ran up her leg scabbed just enough for her return home, cream woman slowed her pace as the ruckas of Vechnyy cascaded down into drums. As she snaked into the the opening woman cast a smirk into the direction of the chaos followed by a hearty chuckle shaking her head releaving it of any muck or dubris. Monro pulling closer to the tumble of bodies giving a slow blink before letting out a tsk "Somethings will never get old!" she chirped happily peddling away so she wouldn't get bulldozed.
Vadimir was about to make some headway, yes! He was gonna get Drak SO HARD and-- "FUCK!" Was his exclamation when he felt teeth grip his ankle. Forelimbs would flail out to try and catch onto something solid, but instead he was the one grabbed. Arr, me hearties. This be what ye call gettin' royally bum-fucked. The instant Drak's jaws connected with his forearm Vadimir lunged outward to grasp bro's neck or face, whichever was closest to him in the short space of time before Drak would inevitably pull backward. Had he found a secure hold Vad would lash out with his free hind paw at Zod's face. LEGGO MY EGGO Y'GULLWACKER!!! All the while Vad was trying to escape the terrible twosome, in strolled Monro like hi wut up. Her presence, naturally. Wasn't particularly noted, considering what he had to deal with! But when her voice rang out, ears flicked in her direction. And then it happened. BAM. Backhand of sex crack smell slapped him blunt right in the face. "GGBVFKNDJWERFTGHYGFTRE GRMGJ!!!!!" Vadimir shrieked, words muffled into gargled garbage, had he secured a bite on Drak. IF not he woulda said, "BITCHSHITCUNTASSHOLEWHYYOUDOTHIS!!!" And then he'd he twisting and spazzing like a monk possessed by a demon in the efforts to pull free. GET ME OUTTA HERE, NOTHING GOOD EVER HAPPENS WHEN THAT SMELL IS IN THE AIR!!!
Cinnema had managed to get slumped likely against Drak before falling to the floor, before she was practically used as a spring-board for Vad to leap over Zod and toward Drak. Earning herself some scrapes and not to pleasant feelings after that, jaws snapping out aimlessly and most likely missing. WTF RUDE. Muscles would have moved her into action, scrambling away to get out of the space between all of them while Vad's plan was totally foiled by the other males. Having pushed herself up, she'd shake out her fur slightly and give a rumble of laughter, almost feeling as though she should launch herself in there at him. Hey, he'd started this all by taking the baby horse! He deserved it! Ears would flick and she would briefly focus on Monro, a smile forming on her face. Until, well, the smell was noted. As it likely was for all of them. HMPH no I think I won't smile after all. Cin didn't like it any more than the boys when all the ladies were in heat, it put her on too much of an edge. Perhaps it was a dominance thing. No one else is allowed to smell attractive while I rule!! Y'know. She was slightly more tense now but none the less she decided she did need to get back in that mess. What a lovely mess it was, why not make it prettier!? Har har. While the three were distracted mostly with Vad's spot on the ground she took the chance and lunged herself at Drak at a perpendicular angle, aiming for front legs to drape over his side while her jaws went for his scruff and she began tugging and pulling. See, Vad? I can help sometimes! Mouthing for the most part but she'd be quick to hold on if he made any moves against her, bracing herself as she was draped over his back. Ehehe.
Zodiak had snagged a hold of vadis leg and began to tug and thrash, pulling against his momentum. It wasn't long before drak too had grabbed his other leg and a game of tug-o-vadi ensued. Deep throaty growls were emitted as he tugged and gave light shakes of his head. He wasn't trying to rip the leg off buuut wasn't being gentle either. A paw soon assaulted his face and he'd strengthen grip before giving another tug. Then that smell...that GOD DAMN MOFKN SMELL!! Came a wafting in like it owned the place. Side glance was given toward monro before vadi started thrashing about. Cin didn't help the situation as she came barreling into drak and threw off his grip, forcing him to release vadis leg amidst his thrashing. Surely he'd go flying back toward them like the snap of a rubber band. Head turned back toward monro and he'd growl lowly, hesitant on his decisions before turning back toward the group to give a hefty barking gruff at them, shaking out his pelt. If they kept on, he'd move right into the middle of everything jaws snapping about as he tried to break up the scuffle. Caamaan guys.
Drakov: Jaws snapped around appendage, and much to be expected brother clamped right on down on his face. RAWR RAWR. Pale bastard pull against his brothers grasp only to thrash head down again. Clunk clunk clunk, had he managed he'd be thunking his head against the ground a time or two. Nothing K.O. worthy but, YO The opportunity had presented it'self. So why not? Sadly Cin came'a joinin the scene, and with Zod's release went Drak's stumble. The tension there used as support now gone, he'd end up paw scrambling straight into Cin's attacking form. LJNDKSJDNBDSKHDB. Jeebus! Deep reverberating growls would sound, vibrating his chest in the process. But oh.. What had everyones attention?.... Before he could find out, Zod so carefully shoved his way in between the lot of them. Half tempted to snap fangs his way solely because why not, the smell that had finally wafted his way would prevent such a thing. Wait what..? Smell? No Stahp what is this nonsense. WHY. Why did it seem like when it wasn't one, it was another. PFFFTT. Like cat shot by a water bottle, Drak would detatch from the scene and dart straight to Cin. Still in that half and half mode of a 'ttude turned what was normally a fierce brutal monster into a cowering pussy cat. Sort of.. Kinda... Not so much hiding in fear, but more so to evade temptation. Oh ... look.. Something to occupy him.. Crouched posture allowed head to easily crane right into Cin's naughty bits and sniff around. Mm. Ok all is well again. Thnxz.
Smug had been on quite the trek. First she had gone to fulfill her duties and scout the surroundings for packs. There didn't seem to be any large packs where she had been looking, small families and rogues sure were abundant though. She did her best to avoid direct confrontation since it was a scouting mission, and had slipped by unnoticed on most occasions after spending a day or two waiting and watching the dens that had been claimed. The whole time she had managed to keep her head in the game and thoughts focused on the task at hand. Once her mission was over and she had begun her return home though, it was much harder to do so. Her rigorous training and frequent hunting practice had kept her from becoming fatigued or going hungry during the week and a half she had spent memorizing the territories. Mind insisted on flicking back to her last conversation with members of the pack. Well... it was more she was there while Vad and Yus had been conversing. She hadn't been involved much since she was stewing in her thoughts and mixed feelings at the time. It all boiled down to the same thing, humans. For some unfathomable reason to her, they still managed to exert control over her thoughts and actions sometimes without her even realizing it. Smug had had quite enough of being gripped in a hallucination only to hurt her friends, experiencing raging emotions when it came to control, and her hesitance to return back to Vechnyy's origins since her past was so close nearby to their old den. So she had set out on a detour before returning home and found a human camp to face her fears and finally try to master them. (this whole trek and such will be in a storymode rp I am working on) Long story short, woman made it out of there with some goodies and injuries but feeling better and more confident as a whole. Human blood caked in her fur, mixing with her own. She was currently deaf in one ear, due to a gun going off right next to her skull, with a small trickle of blood oozing from it though her hearing would eventually return. A bullet was lodged in her shoulder blade where it had previously been mauled, simply adding a glorious bullet wound scar and annoying stiffness if she kept in one position for too long. Barbed wire had caught at her neck and legs leaving many superficial yet bleeding gouges over them, and a wire was still stuck around her neck - biting in whenever she moved. It brought back memories of her pronged collar although it didn't dig nearly as deep. Lastly, she had singed patches of fur along her side and hip from being stabbed with a cattle prod which would hopefully heal. It could have been worse. In terms of goodies, a box of donuts, 2 apple pies, and a pile of jerky filled the plastic bag dangling from jaws. Despite being in such ragged shape, her eyes were bright and the adrenaline coursing through her kept her moving at a steady pace back home. Finally she neared the clearing, , pausing for a quick drink from the pond to quench her thirst, and limped into the courtyard. She had barely heard the ruckus that was going on until the brawl reached her eyes. What the heck was going on....? Bag of goodies was lowered to the ground before head came back up and a quick bark was given out in greeting. Body flopped to the ground, relieved to be off shaking limbs, and tongue lolled out in a pant as pain touched her.
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