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MAY 4
May 4, 2015 17:21:58 GMT
Post by cortes on May 4, 2015 17:21:58 GMT
(14:29:33) Cortés dried blood caked his cheeks, both his and his opponent's, saliva and grime being nature's bandage to his superficial wounds. Already they had begun to scab up. As for the pain, it was there. A dull ache had already awakened him from his slumber, and his body though tired they day before, was still a bit sore from it's workout. Still. In the end, he was happy with the outcome. He'd been tested. Or perhaps he filled in the time for the man he fought. Either way, the aspect of fighting again was drawing him in. It seemed his dog fighting days were not over, but being renewed in a different platform. Cortés brought himself to stand, feeling his bones and joints protest under the pressure. He ignored the sensation and stretched out, wincing a bit as he stretched out. After a bit, he stood up, rolling his fluff in a shake. Not much was accomplished with that movement, but it was instinctual. Cortés lowered himself to a sitting position then, his only good eye moving to take in the view. Occasionally his good ear would shift and fidget to take in the sounds, as well as any surprises. Technically he was still on the male's territory. The very edge. If he was found, he more than likely would have to fight again. A prospect he felt almost excited about.
(14:38:04) Ghastly had, as she did every year, dissapeared into the snowdrifts for the winter months. For her, winter hunting was good. Like every year, she had been able to rebuild her strength on the winter game. The whitewashed fae was at home in winter. Now, however, the ghost had reformed again. Out from the snowmelt she materialized, beginning to wander sodden grounds and losing what weight she'd managed to put on once more. For two thirds of the year Ghastly was out of her depth. A small canine, alone, attempting to catch a fitting meal. It was a rare event that she was able to capture prey without it spotting her pallid coat and fleeing well beforehand. She despised the non-winter months. She despised how it growing need to find a social aggregation to run with to help her survive the warmer months. So, here she found herself, stalking along the scent-marked border of what she had deduced as a large pack's territory. However this one was different. There were the usual volatiles that accompanied urine and body odour, but there was something else. Blood. This put Ghastly ever more on edge, and warily, she continued wandering along the border. Perhaps she would meet one of their patrols. Just then, at that thought, a very fresh airbourne scent came by her. Instantly, she came to a utterly frozen halt. The gaunt lady's head remained in its low position along with her tail, though her ears swung forwards and her eyes lit up with curiosity. Quietly, one step, two steps, and a lean to the side revealed the figure of a rather burly canine. Similar to, but definitely not completely a wolf, either. Like herself. Perhaps he would be more empathic. Alas, after a moment of hesitation, she stepped out to reveal herself in full view. The other dwarfed her. Though nothing was said, yet. She awaited his response to her existence with baited breath and tension in her muscles.
(14:53:42) Cortés's body fidgeted at the sound of another. His body tensed and he quickly turned his skull toward the individual. Depending on where they came from, his eye socket may have already been in view. The empty fleshy darkness was wide. If they hadn't seen it, they sure as hell would now. One good eye narrowed down, formerly skittering around in hopes of catching the intruder. Thankfully the stark contrast between the earth and it's inhabitant was enough to catch. The man remained solemn, no expression and no fear. The idea of death didn't bother him, and fighting until no more breath left his sounded like a good deal to him. Finally though, he brought his lips upward in a smile. His scarred and bloodied face must have made him seem like a monster, and perhaps he was, but for now, he merely grinned. "Una ninfa del bosque?" He paused and brought his body to face her full on, though he remained seat. So really he butt scooted his position. "Who might you be, eh? Someone to come for me?" He licked his chops and pushed himself upward. He readied himself for a fight, he remembered how the other just bolted at him. Well he'd do the same. He lowered his front and prepared to propel.
(15:07:19) Ghastly's eyes were almost as pale as her ghastly coat, but when caught by the sun or moon right a mild yellow tint could be seen. They, and herself overall, was a stark contrast to this big one. Her pelt was barely untouched, despite her having seen many winters. None were sure just how old she was. She herself had begun to lose track... her lonliness and tendency for a wanderlust meant they all began to feel the same for her. Even the names of the packs she had tagged along at the back with before now were blurs in her memory. The blind eye and many scars, some freshly planted, were definitely considered. Though having smelled the blood within the scent marks littered along the border of this territory, she wasn't surprised to see it. Her eyes shifted in response to his questioning voice, though she didn't expect him to raise and adopt an offensive posture. Ghastly almost immediately dropped even further than she already was, tail tucking under and curling at the very tip, coming to rest against her left rear ankle. Her ears also fell, and her lips were pulled back and foreteeth bared ever so slightly in a silent, defensive smile. "I am no match for you," came her voice, raspy and whispering with the rusticness any unused voice would have, and then her eyes dropped to the soil. "I'm looking for companionship. For the summer melt."
(15:25:21) Cortés didn't know how to react properly. He spied her defensiveness, her overall submission. He felt a sense of loss. What would his old mate say after looking at him this way? After seeing his blood lust. He felt his own tail go from stiff straight, to lowered. He fixed himself, removing his aggressive stance to opt for a relaxed one. "Ninfa, you could be. You never know." He moved in closer, just a step or two forward, and overlooked her. "Do not worry, I will not hurt you." He cracked a smile and tossed his skull toward the direction of the territory's courtyard. "However you step further within this place. I can not guarantee your protection." He took then to yawn, sleep still slightly clinging to his body. He snapped his jaws closed then, fighting back the blurry tears of slumber. He shook his head then, bits of soil and saliva that clung to his lips falling every which way. "Hay un infierno dentro de este lugar," he paused and laughing knowingly. "Hell reborn lies close by. If you wish to see it, proceed." He wagged his tail slightly, enjoying the fact that he played gate keeper. Though it wouldn't last for long. He too would join hell's army. Soon.
(15:34:03) Ghastly's submissive nature had once again prevailed in defusing a situation. An omega, what many would refer to her as. She would never admit it, but it was true. The sniveling coward in her was quick to throw itself inbetween her and any whiff of conflict. If he was smart enough to put two and two together, he'd probably realised this was why her body was left so unscathed. She had never before instigated a fight, nor had she ever been victorious in one. Always she would surrender, and always would she be left without injury. For how long, she wasn't sure. There was no protection in this world. Pleased to find the other calmed by her quick show of submission, she herself relaxed, but only ever so slightly. So tightly was she coiled and prepared to scoot out with her tail licking her nipples that her muscles began to quiver as she lowered her skinny ass down onto the floor. However her fores remain splayed and her head lower than her shoulders. Her ears and eyes raised again, however. "Protection is always a lie." She replied, rather blunt and coldly. Often had she found those finding an uncanny need to protect her failing in their duty to do so. Mainly because she tended to wander and out of their 'care'. "I've also seen many hells... but, never have I heard those words you speak?" She glanced briefly towards where he motioned in mention of the pack she had been scouting the border of, but right now her interests lay in this one. "I apologise --" she abruptly began, realising he had asked who she was, "I am Ghastly."
(15:46:46) Cortés he grinned, nodding slowly. Almost contemplating every word she spoke. He himself sat down then, as he'd been standing for most of the exchange. He cocked his skull a bit, and looked over toward the territory, his empty eye socket twitching, as if a phantom eyeball rolled within it's depths. "Always, Ninfa," he'd add in response to her thoughts on protection. Hell he couldn't even protect his own kids from death. For all Cortés knew, he probably killed them himself. It was a possibility. In his 'fits,' he probably murdered them. Oops. The thought of that caused turmoil to burn within him, pain enveloping his heart. He quickly replaced the pain with anger. Anger towards his disappearing former mate. Grunting slightly he turned back toward the woman, smiling slightly at her words. "You shall see if you stay within these borders." He left it at that. Spoiling such a surprise wasn't in him. She'd find out soon enough. He twisted his head until he allowed his good eye to once again befall the woman. "Ghastly. I shall call you Ninfa, it suits you." A forest Nymph, a gliding being that worked the forest. He licked his nose, feeling blood trickle. A wound must have reopened. He sighed and ignored it. "Cortés, Mi querido. A pleasure," he'd greet, his voice laced in thick accent.
(15:54:47) Ghastly's gaze wandered across his blocky head and strangely organised facial shape. The twitching of his eyeless socket was intriguing and somewhat mesmerizing, and despite there being no eye there, she felt a compelling urge to look away from it. So she did. Instead she watched him from the corner of her eye, pupils flitting towards and away from him. She wouldn't want to induce another offensive episode. "How mysterious." She almost whispered, a twinge of sass lacing the words. Though with that, the pack whos border they sat on was dismissed. Instead, she turned the topic back to themselves. "Ninfa... it is a pretty word. What does it mean?" She inquired, with a curiosity almost as pure and innocent as an unknowing child. At this point her head had risen slightly, and the shaking of her muscles had mostly calmed other than a few intermittent bouts. After a moment, her eyes trailed across the fresh wounds across his face. "What story lies behind those wounds, then? Wait, let me guess..." Ghastly almost broke a smile, this time lighthearted and casual. "I will find out within the borders?" As far as she was concerened, she was now testing the water here. Her muscles became tense again, and she prepared for him to lash out at her growing cheekiness.
(16:07:37) Cortés's jaw worked it's self, a muscle ticking as he did so. "Ninfa. I shall not tell." He grinned and stood up suddenly. He'd propel himself closer, his body like a unstoppable force of velocity. He didn't growl, nor did he make any sort of warning indication of what he might do. His body simply moved. However just as fast as he moved, he'd stop, hopefully, mere inches from the other's face. His eye would stare, his mouth would pry open, and his teeth would be seen. A smirk so wide would be given, and he'd shake his head. Blood trickled at the muscle movement of his face, though some scabs remained completely. "You can find out now, if you'd like." Hell wasn't defined to a place. It was an entire entity. "El diablo viene en muchas formas." He'd recoil though, and bring his body to head in the opposite direction. "I'll be back, Ninfa. To explain how I got these wounds. It'll be a lesson." He padded toward the foliage of the woods, and disappeared without a backward glance. That is of course, if he was left unchallenged.
(16:14:29) Ghastly had been prepared for this. So, as soon as even a hint of the fur on his shoulders, ribs and thighs depressed and bulged with any fluctuation of muscle, her own responded with lightning relfex. Lighter of build and smaller than he, Ghastly was able to put a good few feet between herself and where he intended to stop with mere inches between his face and hers. By throwing herself to the side and propelling herself away from him, she had effectively side-scooted - as if a spooked horse would - a good 3 feet away from where he came to settle after his lunge. Though she chose not to instantly flee, but instead remained stood, her side facing him, tail tip now licking her nipples once again and ears flattened and head so low she almost licked the dirt below as she licked her pulled taught lips and submissively bared foreteeth. He'd scared her into silence, and she merely stared after him as he left her and merged into the undergrowth.
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MAY 4
May 5, 2015 1:29:56 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 5, 2015 1:29:56 GMT
"Should have stayed Home..."
Cortes returns (joining)
(14:59:54) Vadimir woke up after his battle with Cortes, muscles cramped and in much need of some tension release. Rolling onto his paws he travelled down to the river, past few days weighing heavily on his mind. So much was happening. Moving, strangers, pack, ranks, duties.... all of it piled one ontop of the other as it continually weighed down on his conscious in a manner he was foreign to. Never before had he considered the well-being of any but himself and Drak. Never had he had to put others before them. And most certainly never had he felt so protective over another living thing... or, things, plural. Yet here he was. And not for the first time, he wasn't all too sure what to do with himself. How does one handle having their entire personality and identity disheveled and thrown away? Such a query he'd asked himself before, but the answer remained ever the same. It frustrated and beleaguered him immensely, and finally with an irritated exhale he'd give a rough shake of his head, trotting forth to dive into the cool water and perform some breathing exercises, diving beneath the fast flowing current to retrieve river pebbles from the bottom, bring them to the surface and place them on the shore, and then repeat. The process hurt his mouth, which had many scabs overlayed the wounds he'd recieved the day before. But it did what it needed to, calming his mind and allowing him to think clearly once more. Bursting in a fine spray of water Vadimir returned to firm ground, muscles well loosened and limber. His mouth was bleeding from the forced exertion, but he hardly noticed it, save for the taste, which he relished. Muscled mutt would then launch himself at a thick tree branch to perform his usual pull-ups. And when he'd succeeded in pushing himself past the boundary of mere pain, he shook his entire body and wrenched downward until that branch was forcibly pulled from it's host tree, and then he'd proceed home, a small kick in his step. Time to educate the little ones some more. And hell, maybe even get the newbie in on the action. She said she'd do anything, right? Returning home Vad gave a growling bark, signaling for any who were about to come hither. More hardass lessons, y'all!
(15:14:17) Piscean. Gal had been meandering about the courtyard, sniffing around, getting her bearings. The past hours had been full of excitement, pain, fear, and interest or the girl, and it all seemed to have melded together in her short nap, seeing as she could hardly sleep. The combination of pain from initiation, and excitement for this new chapter in her life kpet her awake. Though, part of it could be attributed to her heightened alert state, being latched onto and cut by surprise would do that to you. Nonetheless, Pisces wouldn't show weakness in front of the group, she saw how the sickly pup was treated, and vowed not to become a victim of weakness like that. The Benres took a comfortable spot by a slab of rock in the courtyard, curious as to what tests and duties lie before her today. She was abit nervous, still unsure about her role and what she was allowed to do, but surely if she stepped over her boundaries shed find out right quick. Before the dreamer could get lost in her usually distracting train of thoughts, her attention was brough to the Tsar she first met, Vadimir. What a fearsome battle she witnessed yesterday, the ex-domestic had never seen something quite like that, even if she only witnessed the beginning before being hauled off by the Queen. She certainly aspired to be that strong, wild, and fearsome as the roysls of the pack. If she survived that long, anyways. Trying to ignore the sore ache of her stubbed ears, Pi sat up, tail wagging a bit. The gal was just so eager to pelase, but she was afarid to approach the fierce king. Who knows how she would be recieved. So she contented to sit on the sidelines until called upon.
(15:26:17) Cortés: ;had departed from the woman named Ghastly, hunger had unfortunately become a priority. Though he wouldn't have minded a little play time with the girl. Her spunk was, but he still felt guilt preying on the weak. His battle with good and evil was something that was currently ongoing. He'd have to learn to give up his kindness if he wanted to survive in this new world. Or rather, he'd have to relive his past, and become the very thing he did not want to be. Not again. Cortes pushed the thoughts from his brain and tried to remember where he was going. The path wasn't hard to figure out, and once he managed to scavenge whatever he could from another's kill, he quickly moved on back toward the one place that would become his downfall. Like a glutton, he wanted more. Anything to give him purpose in life again. Cortes moved like a spark was on his ass, hurriedly he attempted to eat up the space between him, and that pack. However along the way, he stopped upon a body of water.He'd need to appear presentable, of course. Not to mention, an infection was the last thing he needed. He remembered when his eye had grown swollen, puss oozing from his injury, along with bits of rotten flesh. Thankfully he'd been in human care, and he'd been patched up with dissolvable stitches. In any case, he carefully dipped his skull in water, and he used his wrist to scrub away any debris that could cause him harm. Obviously he didn't do the greatest job, as the dried blood stuck upon his fur regardless. Rather, it didn't even look like blood anymore. Rustic in it's coloring, it blended in with his red fur. Deeming himself passable, he moved on to return toward what he deemed as La puerta del infierno. However as he did so, he managed to spot a familiar face, one he'd been itching to see. His mouth lifted and he almost called out, but instead, he remained silent, watching if he hadn't been seen already. Like a stalker, he watched, a small smile in place,ignoring the minor soreness the action induced. He padded after the man, a distance away until he was sure he was well within the territory. He'd halt his movement, and gave a gruff bark. "Demonio pálido, you are looking well." He turned his skull a bit, spying within the distance a figure upon a stone. Though he wasn't close enough to see clearly. With his eyesight, it was a bit of a pain to try to do so anyway, so he paid most of his attention onto the male.
Yusef huffed as the call went out. COMING! I'M COMING! Strangely enough, the pup was not actually in the den. He was instead appearing out of the edge of the woods. Even for such a young thing, he seemed to be trying to be independant--he was quite messy, covered in a mixture of dirt and mud with sticks and twigs clinging to his fluffy pelt. He dragged something along with him--not his tail trophy. No, he had left that neatly in the den. Instead, this was really just as large as himself, and just as heavy! A tawny grey...a ropey tail... a possum! He had no tail to really speak of, so his little nubbin' wagged instead. He dragged it right on over to Vad, dropping it before rearing back on his hind legs to press his paws to Vadi's chest and flick that little pink tongue out in an attempt to lavishaffection to his bleeding face. Because hey. he was learning that there was a time and a place to be dominant, but affection didn't hurt at all! "I caught zee big squirrel!" Yes, he didn't know what a possum actually was. He just thought it was a big fuckass squirrel. So proud! He let his paws fall back to earth before lightly headbutting at the adults' leg,"...Whoo waz zee man you played viz yezterday?" he asked, staring wide-eyed up at him,"Not like zee girl...he talked funny." he pawed lightly at the ground, bouncing on the possum corpse for a moment,"...You went svimming vizout me!" he gasped, looking SO BETRAYED! But then he heard soft footsteps, and he peered between Vad's legs to see..GASP! The man from yesterday!
(15:43:37) Nida returned from a winding excursion. It was a long traipse to cover the bases with boundary markers, chase off potential danger from straying farther into the center of the territory, and check indentations on the forest floor. Investing all her energy into this task .. cost her a whole day! -- no shocker there, since the husky she-wolf ensured to be efficient and systematically as she could be. Strolling back to the densite in time for ears to rouse to a noise, her head curves to pin a steady stare upon the speckled marshmellow demanding an audience. She saw the miss flo-- oh, her ears are gone, and head cocks followed by lowers. Finally, she noticed and strained the scent of something or .. one nearby, and her head raises, high, amused by what her sight beholds. Paces forward her progress to the open and near Vad and mini-bite Oreo there. Squint. " Possum." Schooling has begun?
(16:05:45) Vadimir stared straight ahead as he awaited for the others to gather. It would not be long, and when they came forth, he'd address all in turn. First up was Yusef, though Pisces was noted, looking rather uncertain about whether to approach or not. Vad was about to tell her it was all cool, but before he could his rugged son came up looking like he'd played dirt ball and tossed a possum at his feet. What the-- and then the lad began a barrage of words and sloppy kisses, all of which spoken in the gruff accent of his progenitors. Vadimir stared on, trying to figure... how the hell to work with this. HOW DO FATHER??? Nobody had taught him this shit. With a comically pained look, Vad would try to keep up. "Err-- da, Yusef, I zee. Zat izn't a squirrel, but-- I'm not zure, but he zeems-- no, he vaz very different from her-- I can do zings vithout mine children, Yusef, I'll take you--" Finally Vadimir, with an exaspirated expression, lifted a paw and aimed to place it on the boy's face, and with hilarious, excruciating slowness, would try to lower the lad's head to the ground. No. Fuck no. Enough with that noise, jesus. Taking a large, patience inducing breath, Vad's ears would then flick toward the sound of that voice from the day prior. Paw lifted as he turned, Yusef's exclamation heard, but not immediately registering as he glared at the male. What did this fucker want? Dropping the branch he'd been toting he glared at the creature, whom was undeniably a beast bearing history similar to his and Drak's own. Fur bristled and nub of a tail rose, barrel chest expanding before letting out an undulating growl. Despite the ferocity, however, it was more in greeting, though a hello tinged with warning. Don't mess with me yo. Vadimir wasn't in the habit of showing lenience twice. "I told you ze conditionz for comink back. Zo, tell me. How do you vant to die, or how do you vant to learn?" A heavy question, but he expected an answer. Nida was noticed, but he'd not even spare her a glance. He couldn't. Unlike all these other past weirdos, Cortes actually seemed... worth a second opinion. Though, that could all change in the blink of an eye. Or, alternatively. The answer.
(16:31:52) Piscean. Watched the young Yusefdrag his prize marsupial to his father, smothering him with puppy affection, It was kind of amuzing really, but all Pi did was smile at the display. Her attention, as per usually shifted to the woman she hd met upon her arrival, Nida. Pi offered a friendly wag, before the stench of the previous night's intruder filled her nostrils. Oh boy, this guy. Gal wondered if Vad would fight him again, or if the foreign-sounding intruder would take off. The gal slowly meandered closer to the bunch, pink gaze on the male. She didn't really pay attention to his appearance before, more interested in the action than the offender, but upon closer inspection she realized he was as scarred as the rest of the pack, if not more. The mutt watched with curious interest, quiet as a mouse. The male looked so starkly different from the others, reddish hues that stood out from the brown and white of the pack. Pi wondered, if he too would be taken in the pack, slave or not. The thought made her excited, another person in the ranks, maybe she could befriend them? The naive girl was hoping to make an ally, afriend, or at least someone who liked her. Fluffy tail wagged at the thought. It wasl ike Pi completely forgot this guy was a toughy like Vad.
(16:39:25) Cortés watched carefully as more bodies filed in, though his eye narrowed as he spied the small fur ball. His heart constricted as he remembered his children. Even the interaction between them wanted to make him growl in pain. He blamed his former wife for what happened, though logically he was sure it was all his fault for their deaths. He grunted, trying to ignore the pressure of his breaking heart and carefully listened in to the conversation, he nearly cracked a smile when the child noted their fight as play time, if he weren't so emotional of course. Cortes fluffed himself up when and if he was spotted, his head held high, but his tail much lower than the day prior. He could respect when he'd been bested. Surely in some cased, others could see it as a stalemate, but to any trained eye, Cortes lost. And he lost bad. With the position he was in, despite the male being tired, the pale man could have easily done a killing blow. That, in Cortes' eyes, was enough to bring him to worship him. He was un Maestro. In fact, that was what Cortes planned to tell him. He wanted to study, learn, and serve. Have a purpose, after all these years. It didn't matter if he was an old fart, going on five years. He still had a lot to learn it seemed. And since Cortes grew up on a gladiator's mentality, he would gladly offer his services. He only wondered if they'd be accepted. Cortes stopped then, when he reached the outer courtyard of the territory, he looked closer on the lot, interest in each and everyone of them. His nodded to each, smiling and nodding his head in greeting. If his plan succeeded, he'd be meeting them all really soon. Cortes held plenty of space between him, and the male in front of him when he decided to halt. His body moved to a defensive posture automatically, ready for any running attacks, if any were to come. Still, he didn't make the first move. His purpose wasn't to fight, at least not yet. When he was in fact greeted, though with a growl. He merely kept his smile, almost as if here asking a girl to prom, the only thing he didn't do was kick the ground like a shy guy. "I do not wish to fight to the death. I've done my share of that. It grows tiresome, especially i do not want such things from someone I admire..." He let the sentence trail off before starting anew. "I grew up different than most canines, and in my time, losing a battle meant offering your life to the victor, if you managed to live, of course." He smirked and let his tail wag behind in excitement. "I am traditional in those ways. To me you are a worthy opponent. Enough so, that I wish for you to be mi Maestro, and I tu Arma." He lowered his body then, rolling so that his belly was shown. He didn't whine, and he didn't make a sound. This wasn't a moment of weakness in his eyes. This was his chance to learn from a Master. "This is no longer my decision, but yours. Take me as your personal gladiador, or kill me as I lay. Personally, I prefer to serve under your name, Maestro, and no others." His eyes closed then on their own accord. If he were to die, at least he were to die offering his life, rather than losing it without his blessing. Though he would have hoped death would have been a battle.
(17:16:46) Yusef's little face was smooshed into the dirt, unable to really fight against the massive paw pushing him down. Not that it mattered much because he still struggled before finally managing to free himself with a soft 'pop' and wriggle his way between Vad's legs to watch the adults converse, his mouth now full of possum. He had so many questions! Why was he back? Why did he sound funny? What did all of these weird words mean? YOU PROMISE WE CAN GO SWIMMING? His eyes darted between everybody--From Vad to Cort to Nida to Pisc and then back! He mimicked Vad's soft growl, which was more adorable than anything, especially with his mouth full of fuzzy marsupial. Possum? He glanced up as the word was spoken. "Vut is zee..possum?" Was that the same as 'problem'? But these words were whispered to Nida, so as not to interrupt the event unfolding before him. little butt nubbin' waggled some more, and then his expression changed from scrutinizing to PURE WONDER as he watched the male flop down and roll onto his back. WHAT? WHAT WHAT?! THE FUCK WAS THIS!? DADDY, WHY IS HE SHOWING YOU HIS HUMPING EQUIPMENT? He stared up at Vad, the question unasked verbally but clearly in his eyes. He sank his little teeth into his leg, tugging at his fur lightly and leaning up to whisper in Vad's ear,"...Vut is a..gator-rator?" he whispers,"..Do we eat et?" He shifts, but unlike many children at this age who haven't met strangers, he doesn't hide or bury himself in one of the adults. Instead, he stays planted right where he is. "..if we keep heem, can I haz heem?"
(18:55:30) Vadimir was oh so bemused by life, and everything in general within it. There were many times when Vad had been struck with confusion. It wasn't an unusual feeling for him. But to be backhanded by mind-numbing nonplussed incredulous bafflement. Now THAT was a whammy he couldn't quite handle. At least, not without letting it leak onto his features. So one could only imagine how he appeared, jaw slackening as eyes scrunched and dilated in minute-long intervals, as if trying to get Cortes into proper focus. As if... that'd make what was happening, more sensible. But no. It just kept right on being a weird-ass mindfuck that he couldn't quite get a competent grip on. The guy... was absolutely beautiful. But in such a form only Vad or Drak could truly appreciate. It would take Yusef's instigations to get the Tsar out of his stupor, and when he was, he'd glance down at the boy, coughing to as much clear his throat, and to will his voice to come forth. For he truly was speechless. "Gladiator, Yusef. It iz a kind of varrior... a very prestigi-- good von." Right, big words, small developing brains. Not worky. Child's next query was met with a smirk. "If you can beat me, hez all yourz. But for now..." Large paws carried him forward, each stride met with controlled, precise coordination as he eventually came to stop before the male. "Zis von iz mine." And without further ado, Vadimir would tackle the brightly armored blood knight, teeth aiming to sink into the one ear that remained on the dog. Should he catch hold of it he'd promptly rip it asunder, tearing at the roots and ripping the appendage clean off. But he wouldn't stop there. Oh ho not by your nelly he wouldn't! Vad would then aim for the canine warrior's face, intention being to bite down ferociously and shake, carnassials working to slice away fur and flesh alike from the man's muzzle, cheek, and brow with repeated snaps and vicious twists of his upper body. Vadimir would cease if and when Cortes's features met his satisfaction. To see the entire left side of his face caked in crimson and gore, and with that he stepped away. "Velcome, Gladiator. You are mine sluzhit, und you vill remain zuch until I know you can continue to impress me." Such praise, uttered in the most roundabout and violent way imaginable! He'd turn toward Pi, gore stained face spreading in a contemptuous leer. "Voman, make yourzelf uzeful and clean hiz face, zo zat he doezn't perish from infection." Until he could find more uses for her, this would be a good means of observation. Bending to snatch hold of the discarded ear, he'd toss it to Yusef, before rumbling, "Ve shall train more today. Vere are your ziblinks?" While Vadimir favored Yusef, he fully intended to see all the kids become full warriors. Or full dinner. And their absence, along with that wretched child from yesterday, made him wonder just how many would actually survive to adulthood.
(19:32:07) Piscean watched the scene with curiosity. It confused her, how the strange male just lay down like that after such a fight. She assumed they'd tussle again, whatever the ending be. Then again, many feral ways were lost on the girl. She'd jut have to figure it out as it went along. So, there she was, watchign and learning, when the young one spoke up about claiming him, her head tilted a bit curiously. Could the young ones claim others? Weird. One of those things about ranks, she supposed. When Vad approached the stranger to tear at his face, Pi juped a bit. So, the guy was being initiated. Fair enough. Her own wounds seemed to ache in sympathy with the male. When Vadimir adressed her, Pisces completely perked up. She bounded over to the male excitedly, pleased that she was given the opporuntiy to do something, an opportunity to prove her worth! Collecting herself, Pisces apprached the wounded fighter slowly. Clean his face.,...hm alright. Looking to the male to ensure he was okay with it, she licked carefully at the wounds, trying to get the blood clear. She wasn't sure what else she could do, but it would certainly do wel lto clean the spit and blood off, as she did. Finally she was doing something for the pack! Er, a new member, but the pack nonetheless!
(19:37:41) Cortés turned his skull when he felt the initial pain searing into his flesh. As much as he was used to it, the memory of his ear being cut off by his owner spurred him to violently writhe. Snapping jaws moved in any direction he could get flesh. His body convulsed and he flailed his limbs about as well. He was blind in a way that caused him terror. It wasn't the actual pain that caused this, but the memory of his owner being the monster to issue such punishment. When the pain ceased, and he was well aware of cold air reaching his wounds, he winced and moved to stand up. His attempt failed and he quickly flopped upon the ground. His eye, thankfully saved, was flooded with blood, causing him temporary blindness. He couldn't see, and the pain of it all hit him like a whopper. He would have puked, if it weren't for his pride. In the end, he spat out the blood that had begun to pool within the excess skin of his mouth and gums. A laugh echoed from him. His mutilated grin pulled upward, causing a fresh wave of blood. "I did not expect such accepting to be this...rough." He struggled once more to push himself upward, finally able to see through the thickness of his own fluids. His ear greeted him upon the ground. He clenched his jaw. A part of him mourned the body part. Another wanted to throw it away. The appendage felt like a gateway to the past. A remembrance of what his owner had tried to do to him. To mutilate him. It seems his human didn't get a chance, but the very wild decided to beat him to the punch, and finish off the job. No...This was a transformation. His ear was like the last shred of humanity left. The last of his kindness. The last of being decent. Seeing it upon the ground. It was the straw that broke the camel's back. He was going to eat it. Take that shred of humanity, and turn it into shit. He looked toward the woman who began to make her way over, and clean him. He shook his head and tried to move on without pushing her out of the way. He moved, ignoring the pain and blood that pooled upon the ground. He was surprised he didn't pass out. Soon enough he probably would. Right now though, he wanted that ear. He wandered, dragging his body almost, as if he were drunk until he were closer toward the male. "Maestro, I request to consume what was taken from me. Voy a matar a mi pasado." He clenched his jaw and frowned. The first time in since meeting the group. He was usually laughing sardonically, or smirking. "This will be the only thing I ask of you, Mi Maestro. This is one I wish and desire."
(19:46:19) Yusef plopped down as Vad wandered off to go an accept the male. When told that he could have him the day he beat Vad in a fight, his widdle butt wriggled with excitement. That was a goal! And he loved goals! One would have been sorely mistaken to think that Vad and Drakov (and by proxy, the pack itself) was lacking in kindness. It wasn't that at all, they simply demand you work for everything--you earned your place, you earned your pride, and you earned your affection. There was something there, forming, in his chest, in his mind, in his heart. He was beginning to understand the balance between being aggressive and simply being firm. He did, however, give a little growl at the full-grown adult Pisc, hurrying forward and snapping roughly at her face and paws, trying to revive the pain in her lost ears--NO. NO. YOU DON'T HELP ANYBODY! They had to get up on their own! He was a big man! Don't you DARE disrespect him by trying to help! He tried to sink his little teeth right into the side of her face, but overall just tried to chase her off of the scene. NO. BAD. BAD SLAVE. Eventually, he shuffled himself back to the scene but didn't advance too much,"Glaydinators....do fights? ...Am I zeposed to be a glaydinator?" He frowned at Cort's words--what? HE wanted the ear? But..but that was one less thing he could put with his collection of stolen parts! He'd take an eye but he only had one to give! His speckled nose wrinkled and finally his cheeks puffed out in a pout. Fiiiiiinnee. I GUESS you can keep your own stupid ear....
(20:18:33) Vadimir watched Yusef launch himself at the woman, whichhe allowed for a moment, before he trotted forward to nab the spitfire and drag him back a pace, giving a rough but affectionate nibble to the top of his skull. "It iz alright to help, ven zey need it. To ignore help iz just az veak az alvayz needink it." He'd explain in a low, poignant tone. Vad had never have to accept help, but if he had accepted, on many occasions, being wrong. With Nida, with Cinn.... with the pups. He wasn't perfect, no one was. But he sure was better than anyone else. But he recognized he wasn't the only one. This was what he and Drak wished to teach their family. That anyone was capable, everyone has a chance. But if you don't take it? You're worse than useless. "Voman," He couldn't remember he name, whoops. "Vonce you are done, you vill hunt and vind zuitable mealz for Cortes, until he can hunt for himzelf again." Normally Vad would do that, but. If he did everything, what tasks would there be for the rest of them to prove themselves?? None! "Ven you are fightink fit, you and," He'd glance toward Pisces like DAFUQ YO NAME WOMAN?? And when/should she answer, he'd nod. "Vill spar, and Yusef. Later you vill be bumped up to ze next level of trainink. But for now, I go to hunt." And he'd proceed out, until Cortes made his request. He watched the brutalized male, studied his features, before nodding slowly. "Do vith it vot you vill." And then, unless anyonehad need of it, he'd saunter to the nearby grotto where animals tended to nest. Close by that he could come running if needed, but far away enough that the group could mingle without feeling like the Tsar was breathing down their neck.
Piscean. Yusef's nipping was recieved with a slight curled lip, which Pi bit back as not to seem agressive towards the pup. Last thing she needed was to piss of the father. instad she just shook her head, as if trying to shake off the nipping, like a fly on her wound. When Yus was pulled back by Vad, Pi moved forward to stand by Cortes, and listened to the Tsar's words. "I will." she responded. hunting? Now THAT she could do, granted she woulnd't be taking down any elk or deer, but she could nab some substantial meals for him till he recovered. The king's next words suprised her though. Spar? Oh boy. The thought made her nervous. Not only had the gal never fought before, but if her opponent was evenly matched to the Tsar...well she would be in for one hell of a ride. "Pisces" she offered, gaze flicking between the two males, and finally on the scarred Cortes as the Tsar left to hunt. Well shit. "If you'll allow me to help," she sighed. "I'd be honored." A shy tailwag was offered, as her mind wandered to the thought of hunting.
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MAY 4
May 5, 2015 4:16:06 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 5, 2015 4:16:06 GMT
"Should have stayed home" (Cont.)
(22:36:18) Cortés grinned merrily, his frown dissolving quickly when he was met unchallenged with his request. He moved himself over, slowly of course, and a bit dazed, and lowered his skull to pluck up his torn appendage. The furry flesh was the last of his past. He'd enjoy destroying the last remnants of it. Cortes then shifted until he was setting himself at full height, though dizziness from blood loss made him stumble. He was annoyed by the weakness of his own body, the lack of cooperation making him want to growl. However he refused to give into the fluster. He licked his lips, dry and new blood fusing together, making him taste the familiar taste he'd grown up to. He would have laughed if he weren't trying to chew his own ear. When Cortes finally turned around to face the woman, it was then that he appeared shocked to even find her there. He lowered his ear, placing a wobbly paw upon his appendage. "Cortes, muñeca..." He cracked a grin, feeling drool and blood pool from his lips. "Are you here to aid me?" He took a step forward, "Clean me up?" He leaned down to pluck up the ear, wandering aimlessly toward the river. "Come now," he'd muffle.
(22:56:21) Zodiak walked slowly up the riverbank toward the den; his eyes on the water warily. He needed to clean up the puncture to his side but, alas, his fears welling up inside said otherwise. His stride was faultered; a slight limp when front right was cast to step. He'd pause, twisting neck 'round to observe the wound. Tawny fur was stained dark around the horn-shaped circle planted so smoothly behind his elbow. The dried mess trailed down a short distance before ceasing above underbelly. It didn't look horrible, but it didn't look good. The wound was dirty and rather close to infection, its location leaving him quite unable to bathe it in saliva. So the boy paced, a small growl to himself as he combated the fears that chained him to the shore. One pass up river had him pausing as the approach of two canines was noted. One familiar and one not... He'd growl lowly, more toward cortes than pi. On closer inspection, he noticed the blood. hmmm.. maybe crazies already took care of him? -snort- Fighting against the pain in his side, zod would straighten up some and trot toward the two, tail arched just over spinal line. In the prescence of the Tsar, it would remain in it's place beside his hocks, but in their absence... in the presence of these two newcomers, one of which he didn't even know belonged to them, He'd protect his rank. Zod had been through what they had and still had more to come. His rank wasn't at the top but it was definately above them and that was something. Such things also gave him a slight boost in confidence as he strode over to the two, eyes narrowed and derp ear pressed forward. Once in their vacinity he'd let out a low growl, curious as to what they were doing wandering away from the den site "What are you two doing?" he'd ask calmly, unaware of vads command. He wasn't as ferocious as the Tsar, but he had just as much need to please them as these two, and took each opportunity as it presented itself.
(23:10:59) Drakov: Hunting trip had consumed his day, after the night prior his tummy was grumbling and his muscles were tense and itchin' to get to work! Every fucking day seemed like a slap in the face. Not neccessarily in a bad way, atleast.. not all the time. But a way to snap him to. Catch his attention, and make him realize things could ALWAYS go a direction he was unexpecting. This time around, it seemed the russian brothers had come face to face with someone of worth BEFORE there meeting. Go fucking figure!? That excisted?! Apparently so! Two cents were left out of the entire debate unless requested, for even though younger brothers loyalties left him below the oldest of the two, there status amongst the rest were of equal standards. Vad was plenty capable of handing strangers and decisions on his own. The little incident had Drak amped, to say the least. Eager, and exceptionally pleased with brothers handling of the male. Cortes. What else was he to do to let out all that energy!? Well he could have had a nice tussle with brother dearest, but the male was achy, battered and bruised enough! So instead some local food would have to suffer. Harhar. Not. Going in with more the idea of "play" than actually retrieving food, on his mind, the male found himself coming home with a limp and a bloodied hind leg instead of a lovely meal. GRUMBLE. Ohwell. He couldn't lie. It was fucking WORTH IT! He'd gotten in several lashings in the process, had himself a good ol' time. Hell even the pain seering through his limb was almost relished. Murr. Despite his limp, Drak strolled back up the slope in a fairly decent mood. Course, before the den could even be seen in the distance, figures looming along the outskirts of the courtyard stirred his attention. Ears tufts flicked, tongue slicking across his lips as paws paused mid-step for but a second, only to continue him forth once more. "Avternoon." Pale beast's course led first to Zod. Mostly due to long-term association. Nose would poke and prod at the male a bit, taking in some info before a lick was administered to his cheek. THEN ALL EYES ON CORT. Teeth exposed mildly in a grin meant for himself. With a flare of nostrils his inspection would shift from Zod to the newbies form, little concern for his personal space or the pain poking nose would cause investigating his wounds. "I azzume he is von of us now, da?" Certainly seemed initiation had gone well.
(23:40:31) Dermo:. Since the morning of jaw-strength training with Vadimir and Zod, and the hunting with Drak soon afterwards, the little man's sense of confidence and eagerness to rise above had heightened greatly. Where the constant need for a meal or something to chew on was still ever present-because since birth Dermo had been a fatty and wished to return to said state of lazy pleasure soon-, the desire to promote growth in other areas had now become existant as well. And this was made obvious, .. if only.. Dermo trained where ones could see him. Instead of stuffed comfortably within the confines of the den, because he'd already failed with catching his morning mouse dinner, proportions of ebony and ivory stain had been led outside today by the ever-present feeling of hunger. Around the outside of the den's stone-lined walls, through the lush courtyard, and into the forest's edge a few good yards. There, larger game was targeted and Drak's shared tactics practiced. Rabbits were abundant but unfortunately too fast for the still miniascule whelp, concentration set more upon slower or smaller things. The occassional bug was caught and devoured without thought before Dermo came upon the perfect prey item, an unsuspecting turtle. Even if the hard shelled critter WAS expecting, it was guaranteed a session of torture anyways. Unfamiliar item was quickly claimed by the child's mouth with little effort after an eager pounce, teeth pinching a single foot before all appendages were securly curled into its shell. But Dermo didn't seemed phase by the defensive action, afterall, tongue was still able to greedily slide about the inner folds to tease taste buds against its more fleshy regions. Mmmmmhmmm. And now that satisfaction was found, stomach pains forgotten about for now, new toy was lugged homeward. Spotted limbs performed a prance upon arrival into the courtyard, jaws spread so wide around the turtle's shell that it was made difficult -but was still possible to witness all whom were present (Pis and Cort) leaving. How dare they not turn to extend praise his way. And without either of the White Giant's present, a quick glance given 'round to confirm this, forward progression was easily 'suaded in the direction of the two strangers. One smelled familiar, one not. But Dermo held no thought, or even knowledge, that strangers could threaten harm to him. Hell naw, he'd beat them up if they tried! So, he followed. It wasn't until Drak approached that the tyke's stride grew more hasty, an excited MMMM! spat from behind full mouth in response. However, instead of prancing forth to present the item to the Giant -as Yusef always did-, Dermo's food possessive habits were quick to promote a different approach. Body was thrust hellward mid stride, stomach connecting onto the luscious floor with a thump before turtle was released. Frontmost limbs were quick to slap about, secure, and pull the meal closer on a instant, a ferocious growl echoing from lungs as jaws began to, as QUICKLY as possibly, dig between the shell and rip the meaty parts away with claws aiding. I'll eat it before you can even take an interest.
(00:00:34) Piscean. Excited she was doing something for the pack, and herself, Pi trotted happily after the scarred champion. "Coming!" she called out happily. The mut was far too pleased with her duty to recognize the fact that cortes was above her in rank, and that there were probably some formalities an bearing to take into account when interacting with him. If he felt she disrespected in him in some way, she was sure he'd let her know. Approaching the river, Pisces realized she should probably give her ears a good rinse too. They still ached, and if she was going to avoid infection she would need to clean it up soon. A growl caught her attention, and the gal looked up, annoyed. It was one of the pack members, who she had forgotten the name of, but knew he was above her in rank. A subtle frown came on the girls face at his accusatory tone. First Yusef, now this guy, giving her grief for carrying out her duty. "The Tsar instructed me to help.." she didn't even know the guys name. "him clean up." Pisces gaze switched between the males, hoping Cortes would speak for himself. Just as they were getting that squared away though, it seemed the other great white beast was joining their company. Pisces stood still and kept her mouth shut then, not wanting to incur his wrath by some wrong doing in her demeanor. So, the mutt took to keeping quiet and letting everyone else speak while things went on. Oh and hey, a pup, demanding attention. Well damn, these kids were demanding as hell, first Yus demanding to fight her and now..this one who she had not met before.
(00:13:05) Cortés walked his way down, his tail wagging joyfully at having his own ear within his jaws. However the sight of another caused him to pause. He even smiled at the male's growling. Idly Cortest licked his lips, and made himself drop his prize to speak. However before he could, a laugh bubbled from his throat. He was in no shape to fight, but he'd be damned if he showed fear. "Cálmate, buscar una pelea a otra parte." He'd roll his shoulders and try to shake the blood from his eyes, bring some energy into his body. Much like a boxer entering the ring after the bell's been struck. Though with the whole exchange, his temperament remained that of an bemusement. Calmness enveloped him, and his smile stood firm. His head turned, and his eye narrowed in turn. "I do not answer to you, but to Mi Maestro. You are not him." He didn't move from his position and he certainly was confident in his own abilities to keep his own. Sure his face was fucked up, but that was of his own blessing. He allowed the submission to take place. Cortes ignored the distraction of his own mind and tried to concentrate on the situation at hand. Not to mention there was a woman with him. He was promised a spar with her, at this moment, she was within harms way if the man before him decided to do something drastic. He didn't know her well, but his Maestro would probably not be happy to have her harmed, and Cortes did not want to disobey an order from his Master. If he wanted him to spar with her, he would do so with joy. When the woman spoke up, he'd grin and lean toward her shoulder. He didn't dispute her words, for they were in fact the truth. However before anything else could happen, his eyes befell a man of similarly coloration of his Maestro. Relation? He smiled in turn, though his smile looked more like a joker's grin than anything. "You sound like mi Maestro. Tal vez usted pariente?" He paused and cocked his skull, his one eye looking over the male curiously. He felt as if the man was here, the speech, the pelt. Everything screamed of that him. "I have dedicated myself solely to the man I fought earlier. He is worthy of my life." Throughout the whole exchange, his posture remained pleasant, relaxed. Almost as if he were out for a walk on a nice spring evening. He would have been, if it weren't for all the blood and gore. Beggars weren't choosers though! He turned then, hearing the commotion from a young child. His eye went wide in surprise, though briefly. He was surprised the young tyke could handle a dangerous tortoise. A bite from them was a harsh experience to handle. Still, he glanced back between the men, watching every movement.
(00:46:07) Zodiak's eyes drifted between the two as he awaited response. The first was pi whom he'd gaze to for a moment before a small grunt was released. mmhmm... Attention however was shifted to the unknown male as he spoke in foreign tongue. Head tilted as brain tried to process the sound. The hell was this shit?? It was already hard enough to catch what the Tsars were saying sometimes, and now this crazieness?! His next words had zodi fuming. Lips curled in an ungodly snarl. Adolescent rage showing. Hackles raised and he'd invade the brutes space, standing so front paws lined up with his, head pulling up and angling so that eyes could meet his own. He'd burn holes into the bastards soul with the gaze that was given, tail standing tall and stiff now; wavering about. Who the hell did he think he was?! Zod had once been new and initially a little rebellious but he'd learned his place--but THIS GUY, huh. To just blatenly say he gave no fucks about anyone cept maestro? whoever that was. Zod would remian silent in his challange, ready to square off if needed before another's approach was heard. Ear flicked back and body would twist out and away from the brute as he turned to meet drak. His licks would be returned and eyes continued to shift back to the new one. "Is he?..." he'd respond to draks question, eyes boring holes into the brute once again before snort was released at the male's statement of dedication and blahblah. "What is your name?" he more demanded than asked, holding posture at a respectful level to drak. Dermo's approach drew his attentions entirely. With one final glare to the brute zod would slip past drak to approach the pup, nose lowering to inspect the turtle before tail would wag and he'd plop down beside him. "You caught that?" he'd ask with impressed tone gracing his head and neck with several licks.
(01:04:58) Drakov: Lip curled further, though not in any kind of aggressive fashion. Pfft. No he was recieving pure joy from what had unfolded before him. As ... damn near proud as he was of Zod's progress from the pathetic child he was apon there first meeting, Drak was fully intent to let everyone esle establish who was more in charge. Hell, he was damn near hopeing for it!!! The only dominance brawling there ever seemed to be was between the brothers and everyone else!!! Putting bitches in there place. Had there been even one fight yet amongst each other?! He couldn't recall one. Not one that was more than just a simple spar, anyways. Shoulder brushed Zod's frame as pale beast shifted to settle into a sit but a foot or so away, nub of a tail swaying mildly behind him at the new-comers words. Attention shifted to Pisc's presence, if only for a momment, before returning to the funny speaking brute. Har. Humorous thought. This is how people hear you Drak. He sounded similar? Lay down his life to the one he'd faught? Tid bits lost in translation were pieced together bit by bit, and it left him chuckling. "Da. Iz mine Brat. Brosser. I hope to 'ave as much pleasure in our fight az he did." Ohyes. There were just fights gallore for this male. After all, there was no way in Hell Vad was going to have all the fun!!! PFFT! Drak had every intent of making his mark, as well if only for the pleasure of it. With a roll of shoulders, the obnoxiously unconcerned male would shift in place to address one of the only children he actually saw on a regular basis. And of course.. Zod quick to assess the situation. Brows furrowed a tad, solely due to the gluttiny he was seeing before him and nothing more. Not that he could truely blame them, but it sent the message he thought his actions were deemed inappropriate, and chose to scarf it down before discipline could be had. How did he feel about that?.... Well, paws pushed him to stand and confront the boy. Lip curling in a growl as head lowered to set gaze apon the ruthless boy with parted jaws aiming to clasp around his skull in one quick swoop. With a couple jerks left and right, he'd sling the kid around only to slam him to the ground. Apon impact, bite released but teeth remained an inch apart so that hot breath could beat down on his features. "Your gluttany makes me zick! If you fear losing it, fight for it. Don't scarf it down like some weak und pathetic scavanger!" Teeth could clack in the boys face, spraying saliva onto his nose as head pulled back to focus attention once more on the adults. "Heal soon... Cortes." AND WITH THAT HE'D HEAD TO BED UNLESS STOPPED ALL LIMP LIMP LIMP.
(01:26:52) Cortés looked toward the first man, chuckling as he departed. He didn't bothering to answer the demand, instead he turned to face his Master's brother. "Count on it." With that he moved off to wash his body.
(01:37:39) Dermo:. Oh look at this turtle, guys! As I eat it. Was pretty much the whelp's present play on body language, in addition to the clear sign saying 'STAY AWAY' towards anyone brave enough to actually take an interest. A second growl rumbled through the tyke's chest even as no one advanced immediately, stateing his verbal claim again if only for self satisfaction. Possession of said meal seemed rather mental and perhaps unhealthy, as if Satan himself would possess the child's frame if someone forced him to relinquish claims. But oh.. food, any food, but especially this food, was just so scrumptious and tastey! And different. If anyone besides Zod or Drak came'a approaching, Dermo could invision himself ripping a face from their head. However, thankfully, it was Zod whom advanced first. His equal ..., in the child's mind. What with their training together the day previous. A spastic tail wag was offered in response to the tawny male's extended company, causing whole body to wobble to 'n fro across the Earth's surface. And the closer Zod became? The more agressive and quick Dermo's chewing became in turn, wishing to have the entire meal devoured before it could get taken away. A single claw was finally able to hook on the turtles neck and drag the appenage from its place of safe seclusion, relentless jaws dealing death to its part before the small animal could even think of defending itself further. Crunch crunch crunch, tug, RIP. And both head and neck were swallowed. It only took seconds to dig out both front legs now that the body went limp, and by this time, the adult was upon the tyke and his presence accepted after both little feet were also swallowed. "Da!" he responded quite proudly, crimson liquids oozing from the bits and pieces of flesh that still clung to sharp teeth. It was then that curiousity grew however, and Dermo's gaze was shifted back towards the meal before more words followed. "Yummeh. Wat iz---" question was cut off in the process of acknowledging Drak's advance next. Lip curled only a little in response to the aggression that ratiated from the Giant's body, but as for all other puppy attributes, they continued to wiggle excitedly as if expecting praise. Oh but, praise was not do. Within seconds the child's skull was claimed, swung repeatedly, then cast roughly back against the ground. An 'oof' escaped as always upon impact before body remained motionless, gaze shifting to stare sideways at the beastly role model. It wasn't until after Drak's yelling and that he walked away that Dermo finally sprung back onto all fours, neck feeling a great DEAL of pain but otherwise seemed not to phase the tyke. "I waz gun fite.." he mumbled, if anyone but he or Zod had come for it! But indeed, the food possession needed to be corrected. Though, in this instance, it wasn't. Child mind took the information like a sponge, however, it was interpretted entirely wrong. It was because he didn't fight Zod, that this happened. CLEARLY, he was supposed to protect the food from everyone EVEN ZOD. And so, with this new lesson, Dermo stomped towards the meal unhesitantly, invading Zod's space -not to attack him- but to swoop in and reclaim the turtle in jaws and move it away from the adult in an even more insanely possessive fashion. Snatch, lift, swing, snobby head snap. Child would bolt thereafter after Drak, hopeing to accompany the white lord on his limp to the den and retire there himself. Cuz bed.
(02:04:55) Zodiak remained still as drak approached him and the pup, head would turn away as correction was given before gaze fell back to them when drak spoke of gluttony. Hmm he did have a point the pup looked rather plump. Gaze would follow drak as he motioned away before shifting back towards the titled 'cortes' he'd glare towards him with utmost hatered as he meandered towards the river. Watch your back... Zod would then turn back to dermo with a yawn and attempt to steal more affection before the pup was off and away just like that. </3 With a sigh he rose and slowly trailed after them, giving one last look to pi before heading back to the den for some much deserved rest. |
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