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JULY 1
May 24, 2015 15:54:09 GMT
Post by Drakov on May 24, 2015 15:54:09 GMT
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JULY 1
Jul 4, 2015 2:13:34 GMT
Post by Zodiak on Jul 4, 2015 2:13:34 GMT
Hohum
Monro gave a heafty yawn stretching limbs outward before rolling to the side and giving herself a shake, curt snort was given as some of the dubris flew into nostrils. Woman was happy to know she could safely leave the den without being promptly returned, thanks to the smell of sex that oozed from her over the past few days: THANK YOU JESUS. Head slowly poked from the shadows giving a quick glance about before sliding into the courtyard granting her fellows with a smile and a light chuff.
Drakov: Pale bastard had become quite the recluse. An odd very unnatural thing for him.. Atleast.. With those he cared for. In terms of outsiders, pfft. Nothing out of the ordinary. But around Vechnyy? Well this was just wierd all around. Something had clicke within, stirred by his injuries. His near death experience, and more specifically.. The obligation he found himself under with Conner. His debt. Hohum. So much whirling around in that head of his. So much twisting and grinding his gears about, testing his logic and emotions. Until finally.. Today.. He released. Creeping from the depths of the den, that alone being rather peculiar for him. He never liked being in the den. Alas the white fucker slunk from the shadows and into the slowly fading sun. Sights first befell Monro, chipper as they were. Stone cold gaze sifted over the woman and anyone else about, quiet and unreadable for the time being. Shoulders would roll as he stood stiff and unwavering right before the dens entrance. With a flick of tongue acrossed dark lips, he'd push forward into the scene. More specifically.. Toward the center of it all. Monro. Rump finding a seat not far off. Had he really had any long standing conversation with this wench? None that he could recall. It was all short lived or they simply were deemed apart of the vast background. "Who are you again?" Blunt flat tone would question with much persistance.
Monro audits flicked toward the sound of another's approch taking a step to the side as the brute joined her, noting the idle worry that sat on his face the woman found herself pausing a moment not wanting to press. Claws dug into the earth as bitch looked him once over wearing a faux scowl lifting a brow "I thought a face like this would be hard to forget, no matter I am Monro: how do you fare today?" She'd pipe lightly offering a grin before tilting her crown "You're the Tsar correct, Drakov: we've only met a few times and for that I'm sorry."
Zodiak was continuously patrolling the territory, his main concern being not only his children but the tsars. Something was off about them and he felt extra security was needed. The dog they encountered the other day didn't seem too much of a threat, but they also didn't have much time to find out before his child had followed them out. He would need to lesson them about leaving the den without an adult.. at least until he was confident they could protect themselves. After a thorough layer of urine was layed over the borders, he'd head back, shaking out his coat as he entered the densite. Hmm. Drak was up... and monro. Zod straightened his posture like a Lieutenant prepped to report to the General. He'd trot up to the duo briskly with tail swishing side to side rhythmatically. "Monro." Simple greeting was given before gaze turned to Drak, moving in to press his shoulder into the tsar's chest. Head twisted upwards, muzzle seeking out where ear should be for tongue to slip out to grace the spot with several licks. His mood was wary with the tsar, he didn't want a repeat of their last excitable encounter. He wondered if there was something he wasn't telling them.
Drakov: Indeed. There was most definately something up. That was easy enough to tell by any who knew him well. Not because he bore some fearful, anxious, or otherwise tense demeanor. Nono. Infact he was quit blank of anything. Neutral in it's fullest. But it was different from his usual neutrality.. It quit literally lacked anything. As if he'd been wiped clean. Where as his usual 'ttude was one so confident he need not show it. So confident he held no concern for anything or anyone. But this? This was something completely different.To be frank.. It was something he couldn't even decipher, and that concept alone only made it worse. Just as it always did. Nothing was more a struggle to the pale bastard than his own emotions. hohum. Anyways.. Monro's greeting was noted with a simple passing glance. Gaze taking a momment to fully inspect and jot down what about her he'd need for memory, now that they'd finally talked without interuption, even if so little, his mind wasn't to busy else where to remember who this was. Now.. Whether or not he CARED was a different story. Nub of a tail flicked mildly every so often, posture loose and stable in his seated positioning. "Monro. Und vhat iz it you've been... doink then?" Flat tone leaked out in mildly judgemental fashion. He was off the deep end, even though on the outside he seemed so empty of anything. Good or bad. Attention only wavered from the woman when Zod arrived, quick to display his usual affections. As much as the pale bastard usually relished the act.. Though he was unlikely to outwardly admit such a thing, today it didn't aid the Tsar in the same way it usually did. Infact his mild curl of lip was less in a Draky greeting and more in a genuine displeasure for the close proximity. Nothing personal, mind you. He was just not in the mood. "Zod... Anysing to report?" Business much Drak? Looks like today would not be one of those random bug up the ass hyper momments that led to frantic and violent play.
Monro turned to face Zodiaik as he came waddling into the scene offering him the same curtious smile and a nod, as he went past woman granted his tail with a nip before ushering a light chuffed laugh. Oh so serious, she thought as he went to greet Drakov causing brow to lift a moment: when did these two become so close? No matter Vechnyy was family and we all have to start somewhere, right? Brow remained arched as woman shifted her gaze from one brute to the next "Meeting neighbors, training: keeping myself busy with not so idle tasks." Finding herself drawn into conversation as he requested information from him to which she quickly pipped "Speaking of neighbors, I made friends with a lone male by the name of Icarius: he even offered me a place to stay if need be."
Zodiak's actions with drak were much calmer than usual; more delicate as if he intended to romance the brute. No that wasn't the case at all, he truly missed drak during his abscense and now that the initial excitement had settled, emotion was replaced with the need to rebuild the bond. It wasn't to say it was broken..but it seemed like everything fell apart when he was gone, and maybe now with his return it would be fixed. Good eye was able to spot his somewhat off language and zod would step back to give space. "Nothing since the stranger we encountered. .." he'd glance toward mon for a split second, "However the borders are strong." Glancing toward the den it would hit him-- something he'd forgotten about. Frame perked up and he quickly slipped past the two to the rocks where he'd hidden his bird. The thing didn't smell the greatest but it wasn't too old. Dragging it from it's hiding place he'd give it a couple good shakes before setting it at his paws to tear a small hunk of flesh. Might as well taste THIS one. His first bird was given away and now this one was about to meet the same fate. Grasping lengthy neck of the crane, he'd trot back to drak and set it at his paws. Serious gaze turned on him, muzle wrinkling in the slightest bit. "eat." He'd hold his gaze for a moment before tail swayed and zod shifted round to lay near him, listening to monro. She spoke of that male again.. well what seemed a repeat of what she'd told him. Although her final words struck a bad note forcing lips to curl partly. "and why would you need to stay anywhere else?"
Drakov: Posture never wavered, still propped in his statuesque sit. Now... It was a safe bet to assume his wandering mind and inner turmoil and tension was causing him to think drastically, BUT the pale brute was rather peeved with just about everyone. Perhapes not strongly, towards any one individual. But peeved none the less. Well.. Discluding Conner. He couldn't stand that bitch now, even if anyone else felt his reasoning for such distaste stuid, didn't change a whole lot. Just as it didn't change the displeasure that boiled within. Obviously he'd been stupid and gone after a bear on his own, the likes of which resulted in near death. Yeayea. He'd come to terms with that matter almost immediately after getting past the rage he held for losing against it. But after sitting around and assessing the situation.. He'd come to realize.. Where was everyone? Had no one but Cin been searching for him? Were they all just sitting on there asses Was he getting to soft? Yea, he'd fucked up going after the bear. Perhapes he was fucking up in getting to gentle hearted with his pack. To much lollygaging around. To much play, to much laziness. Shit was about to change. Bitches were about to get there asses handed to them. Single brow would quirk, his blank unreadable expression faultering only enough to give way to the slightest ray of intriguement. Friend? Friend? Gaze hovered over the girl in question, response held onto until Zod returned from scuffling off, with an offering it seemed? Though he had been there during his return with the catch, Drak had been way to in his own head to notice. Usually worthy of a lick to the skull, poor Zod wouldn't earn his typical brand of appreciation. Infact Drak barely even offered a nod before pulling attention back to Monro. "Tell me more of zis Friend. Elaborate." Obviously not someone he knew, that name was one that'd be hard to remember. It was way foreign to that of his own origin. But perhapes he'd know there association?
Monro felt muscles tense up at Zod's words offering him a tilted glance and a raised brow "I wouldn't I think he was just trying to flirt" shoulders gave a roll as she huffed lightly. Audits flicked as orbs flicked between the two brutes wearing a scowl "More of an aquaintance, we met briefly: though he had quite a personality, He lives down in the river den." Lenghty yawn escaped her causing lips to smack together before granting the pair a nod "I don't want to keep you two from talking about business, It's high time to catch up on some sleep."
Zodiak was a tad irked. Not because the king hadn't praised him like a good pup, but because he didn't eat the bird. Food seemed to have multiple purposes, hunger the obvious one, but when you were sick it seemed to help you heal faster. Drak seemed like something was wrong, maybe he was sick? Either way he needed to eat. from his laying position he'd give a light gruff and snort towards him. Eat that shit! Attention quickly focused on monro and he rose to a sit. Maybe he'd have to patrol in that direction..find this 'Icarus' and decide if he was something they needed to worry about. He'd cast a glance toward drak, sure he wasn't no mind reader but maybe this time... unlikely but whatever.
Drakov: Lip was forced to refrain from curling in response to the womans words, replaced instead by a flick of tongue to guise the desire. Pale bastard was in a mix of annoyance, rage and confusion. Had he said he was finished speaking? Had he said that was enough... Had he said he wanted to speak more to Zod than her? Um. No. If not for the pure desire to talk with Vad, and handle his feelings as a whole , he'd have attacked the bitch right then and there. But he refrained. This was going to be a huge thing. The likes of which all who were deemed in need of punishment would earn it together, one after another. Then she'd be forced to sit and spill the rest. Not like it was something she was hiding.. But Drak was being extra pissy today. Extra pissy lately, to be dismissed in such a way was simply unacceptable. With a groanful sigh of a breath he'd force attention back to the prodding Zod. Gaze fierce and piercing as it flicked from Mon to him. "Vhat?!" Tone bellowed forth deep and harsh. He was supposed to eat now?! Clearly Zod's motives were accurate and humble, but ol' Drak was not stable enough to notice. With a feint snarl he'd snap down at the carcass, canines wrapping around it's neck as paws splayed from his body to offer immediate leverage so as to thrash head about wildly. Pale bastard would sling the carcass like a ball on a chain in a rythmetic motion until head detatched from body and it was slung a few feet away. Not intentionally, however. He was simply venting. Chest huffed, head still dangling from the neck in his jaws before tongue lulled to spit it out. "As Voin iz your job to discipline. Several members 'ave been absent or slacking.. I vill inform you more tomorrow and expect you to assist in ze matter." Words though simple as they were, still held a tone of force and demandment. With a snort the Tsar would push off toward the distance carcass to pick it up and shuffle off all GRUMP GRUMP.
Zodiak was a little taken aback by drak's sudden outburst. Single ear slicked back and gaze shifted from him. Yeah something was definately up. Zod was used to his usual sick humor and aggressiveness but this was.. something different. As if he were unable to cope with everything right now. Rather than push the tsar further into a rage, he left the subject alone and sighed lightly. At least he was eating, rather, mauling the defenseless carcass. Monro's departure was given aggitated groan before alert attention was given to drak. He'd nod to him "of course... I've been noticing." yeah it wasn't hard to pick up that certain members were vanishing from sight, while others did nothing. Hell his pups were training harder than most. He'd watch drak depart with a sigh before rising and heading out from the courtyard. He'd spend the night patrolling, maybe if he was lucky he'd run into someone on the wrong side of the fence, or maybe even one of the lazy sacks of fur that needed their ass handed to them. |
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