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May 29, 2015 19:47:12 GMT
Post by Cinnema on May 29, 2015 19:47:12 GMT
Feels and Bears and Bitches, oh my
(10:38:44) Vadimir spent the whole of the night searching for Nida, but came up with naught. He found faint traces here or there, but nothing solid to go off of. Even with the whole night at his disposal, his efforts came up with nothing. And when he baid everyone good eve and swell hunting, his efforts to catch himself something were even more pitiful. A rat was caught in his jaws. The elk he and Yusef had downed had no doubt been consumed already, so no chance of dining on that. But what irritated him more was that this wasn't even for himself. Pack comes before Tsar after all. Once paws found footing within the courtyard once more, Vadimir would head for the den, searching for Cinn or Hadlee. Hadlee had yet to deserve food, but he still had things to discuss with her. And Cinn... Cinn needed a lot of things. If his newest search likewise turned in vain, he'd place the rodent at the front of the den before turning to head out again. Ain't no rest for the wicked, and Nida was no closer to being [c] (10:39:24) Vadimir found, even with half the pack out searching for her. Frustrations galore, but to hell with it. Pokemon theme engage. (f)(11:28:54) Cinnema had calmed herself down enough after all the hyped on emotion crap, that she was hanging around the den again. Except, of course there were other things to do than at home. In the morning she'd ventured out from hiding in the den and gone off to the river. Originally to get a drink and wash again, as was becoming her normal morning routine, but it seemed life had other plans for her. Upon getting to the area just north of the beaver damn, the scent of decay hit her nose and she'd paused. It wasn't hard to spot a body hanging half in the water, but it sent a shiver down her spine. Megas, the man she had initially found in Cascades and had been so helpful with the events after the avalanche. She was honestly saddened by this, especially how horrible he looked there. Gashes all over the place, the scent of bear lingering around. Oh, god, it was just awful. She spent a minute there quietly, as if mourning, before applying a lick to bloodied brow and grabbing the dead man's scruff to (c)
(11:29:02) Cinnema- haul him back to the pack. At least so they'd know what had happened. What a damn shame. It wasn't long to go, nor all too hard considering he was thin anyway, but still it seemed a somber march. Blank green eyes and frown landed upon Vad at the den, making one more heave to lay Megas in the courtyard. "Bear attack," she'd say in a flat but quiet voice, slight shiver running through her. Well this didn't help much, what with all the other stuff going on. Her mind was off other things but now she was upset over this. Sigh. With slow steps she made her way to the rocky wall and would sit up against it and tilt her head as if thinking but really her eyes were just kind of fixed and thoughts were silent for once. (e)(11:52:28) Vadimir initially found no one at home, and with eyes strained and bloodshot Vad would drop the rodent and turn to leave. He'd get halfway out before the sound of dragging was heard and he'd be forced to turn, as much for the sake of curiosity as surprise. What he saw only worsened things. "Vot--" Words barely had a chance to leave his maw before Cinn gave her short elucidation. Deep intake of air was had, wherein he'd not breath again for some time. This... what should he say, what should he feel? He'd barely gotten to know Megas, and yet.. it was still shocking. Indeed, the male had been immensely helpful. And while no formal ties had been formed. It was unnerving to suddenly see him dead. It explained where he had been, why Vadimir hadn't caught sight of him in so long. [c] (11:59:13) Vadimir would finally release his pent up breath, jaws clenching as he averted his eyes. He didn't want Cinn to see. That he could feel, that he could... have regrets, remorse. "Unfortunate," He muttered blandly, striding up to the den once more. "Hiz body vill be treated properly vonce zings have... calmed." As he passed Cinn and Meg's corpse, the wiff of bear struck his nostrils, and Vad froze. A bear, so close? And it clearly had no issue attacking a lone canine. Nida... she was all alone, she was liable to such a incursion. But what did he care?? If it did, then it would be her fault! Her fault for letting hormones control her senses. Her fault for letting her fear of punishment cloud her judgment. Her fault.. her fault... it was all her fault. With a forepaw Vadimir kicked the rat toward Cinn, spinning on his heel. [c] (12:01:35) Vadimir"I know it iz not much, but it iz zomezink until we can form a huntink party." He'd say hurriedly, trying to keep the welling panic out of his voice. What was he getting so worked up about, why was he letting himself get impacted so?? He didn't care that much about Nida. No, no, no... he didn't. He shouldn't. He couldn't. Unless stopped, Vadimir would be hauling ass out of the courtyard and back into the surrounding wilderness. (f)(12:26:41) Cinnema was entiredly too unfocused about the whole thing. She hadn't had time to get to know Megas at all, but while she'd originally not liked him for attempting to steal her food. He'd been quite the asset later on, dedicated to the pack as much as the rest of them. It was just terrible to have lost someone, anyone of the pack. To think it could happen again, by the paw of the same bear. Was horrible. However her attention was turned to Vad as he began to pace about and seem to be on his way to leave. She'd shift forward to see him better, eyes focusing on him. She chose to not say anything, until a rat was kicked in her direction and she'd bend to sniff at it. Ears twitched at him, and she'd abruptly stand to take a few steps after him. "Vad, you alright?" Everyone seemed to be acting weird, it was awful and she wondered who else was affected by the apparent disease of feels going around. Could he be infected? GASP! SURELY NOT?! Her head would tilt at him, eyes briefly looking to the (c)
(12:26:50) Cinnema- corpse laying there but then flicking up to the marshmallow. Nope come back let me focus on you so I don't have to think about that. She'd frown at him, eyes quietly sad, absently using a paw to roll the rat around. (e)(12:36:41) Zodiak had been out all night searching every nook and cranny of the woods for nida with no luck. Several short whimpers left him standing amongst the forest like an abandoned pet, amber eye scanning the same trees the same bushes, nose sniffing the same scents and smells... none of which were her. There was a pang in his chest, a feeling of loss. She wandered off and he didn't follow, he didn't chase after her. This was all HIS fault. A snarl led head to hang, body dragging its way back to the den. He wouldn't give up, he couldn't. He'd search day and night until he found her, for as long as it took. Heartbroken boy slunk from behind the cavernous den, frame half leaning against the rock as slow, dragging steps were taken. Dejected candid pulled into full sight, pausing as something in the air was off. Emotionless gaze would drift to vad then towards cin, halfway doubling back to the corpse that lay motionless in the dirt. [c] (12:36:54) Zodiak: Frame was uplifted, confusion struck across features as he approached slowly and silently, glancing to both the tsars before lowing head to sniff at the body. He couldn't quite remember this one, there were several wolves he'd seen but not fully aquainted himself with, this one being one of them. Twitch of nostrils would have dangerous aroma clinging to passages and sharp look was cast to vad as he moved up past his side, rear end flipping around so he could face him. Nida's well being flooded his mind. There was a bear out there, what if it'd gotten ahold of her?! was it still alive? "Vad... what happened?" he needed answers to ease his worried heart.[d]
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(14:14:50) Monro harks pushed forward at every octive given as the brute spoke ruby orbs rolling over the ivory king dancing across figure as if entranced, the fuck snapping out from her estrus fuled lust puddle as the word bear hit drums. Head snapping towards Megas' corpse granting him a solemn look before bobbling slightly with mild hesitation "It's much more logical to do so" noting the odd looks she was granted; blinking slowly almost forgetting her vagina was basically selling itself. Not that she cared to hide it, not when everyone was open with their sexual intents. A smirk painted across her maw as she watched as the boy's used each other for support hiding from her scent, eyeing them carefully as she drew dangeriously close "I had very little luck, only if I knew about the bear I would have stayed with Ammir." Once close enough fem titled her gaze slightly "Does my smell offend you, wouldn't it be much nicer to just get rid of it" she said feeling her hormones kick into overdrive.(14:22:58) Drakov: After a solitary morning spent treding about a less ... ventured portion of the territory, he'd opted to return. Area was less ventured for damn good reaosn. Pfft. It was gross. Dead trees, sun beaming down with little no shade. There was nothing to drink, nothing to hunt, not even something to train with.. Fucking trees b broke far easier than he cared for. BAH. Fuck the east side. Atleast the lack of life also applied to every day stranglers. Refirming markings with not a sign of intruder so he could tell. That was a plus, right? Sure... Make something decent out of an annoying situation. With a snort, Drak casually strolled his way to the den sight only to pause right when the gathering was spotted. Not because of what he saw, nono. It was what he spelt that braught his abrupt pause in steps. Nostrils flared, death? Though still in an incredibly of put pissy mood, he was hiding it very well today. Sort of... Not really.. He wasn't a mess of rage of fury!!! Instead he was[c] (14:27:25) Drakov: obnoxiously unconcerned, flat, uncaring. Shoulders rolled, before paws proceeded to carry him closer for investigation, a flare of nostrils. The ass end of conversation caught, but it was enough to get the idea. Tongue flicked out against his nose as rump slunk back to settle into a sit. Bah. Why was such a fuss being made over this boy they barely knew? OBVIOUS REASONS but ya know Drak's being fucking ridic atm so. WHATEVER HE DUN CARE. Gaze fluttered about for a momment, before Drak took it apon himself to start eating the corpse at his paws.[e](14:32:19) Cortés did not flinch when the man seemed to get frustrated by the coming and goings of the pack. He could understand it, especially with the damned musk... It seemed that lately, almost all the women were syncing up to mess with the guys on purpose. He sneezed slightly and forced himself to pay attention to Vad. A part of him was surprised a bear would wander so close to a pack as active as Vechnyy, and kill one of it's residents. A bold move. Cortes looked down slightly, spying the decaying corpse. He had mixed feelings. Pity for Megas, and frustration at the fact that he couldn't have been there to aid the man. Unfortunately Cortes could not be at multiple places at once. Still, it meant that Cortes needed to amp his game up, more patrols, more rounds, more markers. At the mention of Nida, Cortes looked toward Zod, knowing full well the relations the two had. He wondered what was going on through the man's mind. Still, Cortes kept the exchange professional, his expression blank,---
(14:32:47) Cortés---and his body posture military stiff. At Vad's command, Cortes nodded, and bowed his skull slightly. "Si, mi Maestro, as you wish it." He would have left to gather his group, but halted when his name was mentioned. He turned slightly, and came face to face with his idol. Literally. His nose bumped vad's, and he almost collapsed with joy right there. But he put up a front, his poker face was unchallenged. He remained stock still... Though, Cortes' firm expression melted, a warm affectionate smile taking it's place. "I am at your disposal, mi Maestro. What is it you require, and I'll do everything in my power to make it so. Esta arma se adapte a tu caprichos." The sight of Drak made him pause, and bow toward the man. "Hola, mi palido re-" He recoiled at the sight of Drak eating the body. Not because of the action itself, but because that corpse was sun backed, fly attracted and probably would cause some sort of bowel blockage. Who knows what sortof ill disease was on that---
(14:33:39) Cortés---carcass. The only suitable thing to eat that, was probably the buzzards. Then again, Cortes didn't know how long Meg had been dead. Cortes himself hadn't seen Meg in quite a while, so he assumed the body was beyond well enough to eat. Either way, he would look toward Zod then. "Please, watch over la king, si?"(14:40:02) Dermo:. Ever since spotting the hooved animal herd and returning to report his findings, the piano-key colored tyke had mostly remained nearest the den's obscured confines. Though here and there he'd tend to disapear as per usual, similar to the day before when he'd non-purposely chased off that alabaster female (Nifa/Ghastly). The way she approached the rocky yard seemed non-threatening, and although Dermo knew she belonged, it did not stop him from greeting her in a most dominant and authoratative manner. To which she responded appropriately before fleeing, hmf. After failing to catch a lively raccoon upon morning's aimless journey, earless child finally found himself returning and faced with a massive crowd of familiars. The only that he hadn't familiarized himself with was the cream-tinted female whom smelled of heaven; and so, as he had once seen Drak greet a lady who held a similar essence, Dermo approached to do as was witnessed. If no obstacles came between himself and Monro's--(14:44:03) Dermo:. -- juicey hinney, ebon' nose would be shoved right into the fluff of her tail and perhaps surpass the appendage to nose at more delicate parts. Of course, nostrils would only linger there for a moment before fluff-lined skull reared back with a disgusted expression worn. EW GROSS, YUCK. Facial would contort to display numerous wrinkles and a growin frown, front of his lips lifting to unveil sharps in an aggrivated manner. How dare she smell so GROSS.(14:53:17) Vadimir, even though Cortes held himself with classy finesse. Could see the softening of his eyes, and it was welcome, though he dare not say so. "I need you to be ze main line of defense, should ze bear come onto our territory vhile ve are all out lookink for Nida. Can you do zat?" Vad didn't intent to leave Cort all by himself to face a dang bear, but. Aside from Cinn and Drak, he was the perfect candidate for guard. Zod was too invested in finding Nida, thus he was discounted. Tongue would flick out, not intended as a kiss but to clean the blood from his lips. But of course... close proximity left it being far more personal than he'd intended. Too bad he was far too wrapped up in shit to even bother thinking along those lines. Especially when Mon decided to come up to him and begin speaking sweet nothings in his ear. Oh... [c]
(14:59:10) Vadimir fur rose and he stared hard at Mon, his breath all but vanished. Was he still breathing? Hard to say. Drak coming in was hardly noticed. Briefly he'd turn toward him, watching him take residence y Meg's corpse while he continued to be a shit about everything. Lips pursed together, and that same manic smile washed over his face. Alright. Fuck this. "You vant me to mate vith you?" Vadimir asked sweetly, his expression morphed to one of exuberant geniality. "You vant me to fuck you, Monro?" He'd inquire further, leaning in to cutely nuzzle against her nose, if allowed. "Vhy, all you had to do vaz ask." Silly little Mon. She wanted some D, and she decided the best way to get it was by being a flirtatious vixen. Huehuehue. Vad would waltz around her, a skip in his step, still smiling like sunshine was streaming out of his ass. [c]
(15:06:30) Vadimir was just all like Zippity doodaaaah, zippity yay. Myyy ohhh myyy what a wonderful day. He'd come behind her, bright eye'd and bushy-nubbed. Plenty of sunshine is headin' my way. Upper body rose, ready to mount the woman in question. Zippity doodaaah zippity yay! At the last second, Vadimir leaped forward, jaws spread with the intent of gaining purchase on Monro's scruff. If he succeeded body would likely crash onto her own, and regardless if she remained standing or lay beneath him, Vad would begin thrashing and aiming to tear chunk after chunk of flesh from her person. If he succeeded in tearing up the back of her neck, he'd be using whatever locomotion that was in his realm of reality to try and grab hold of her muzzle. And then? Then he'd repeat the same process. Oh, he was going to fuck her alright! He was going to fuck her GOOD. (f)(15:23:08) Zodiak stood there fuming, muzzle wrinkling in displeasure before fumes evaporated and he composed himself at drak's approach. Vad had ignored him, prob because he didnt see zodi fit to find the bear. He'd show him...Nida's safety was important but the packs safety was also on his list of things to watch over. It wasn't just her. Boy tensed as the female drew closer, he still didn't know the bitch's name. Her words etched fine lines down his spine, causing chills and hackles to puff slightly. Gaze momentarily shifted to cortes as he spoke, then to drak. He'd nod "yeah ok" before attention shifted back to the devil woman. Vads intent to mate was clear and zod stepped back, feeling ever the frustrated as he watched the tsar circle and asssume the po---oh...OH! vads assult had begun and the boy sent forth aggressive egging barks before lunging to nip and bite at the female opposite vad. There were two things that could cure his overfilling man hormones: Sex and Blood.(15:27:34) Monro's eyes grew wide as child reared nose into her vulva, ignoring the shot of pleasure that it gave with a low rumble that vibrated her chest "What might you be up to" musing lightly allowing a smirk to float across features as his face scrunched up. A hearty giggle escaped the fem "Oh poor thing, the smell is meant for men; not little boys. You'll grow to like it" she stated plainly. Though when Vadi's words hit drums woman shot a glare at him whilst still wearing that twisted little scowl "Well I didn't say all that" woman said heaving out a pleasent sigh "I made a mere suggestion, one you seem more than willing to answer to." Legs shuffled slightly as he rounded her form watching his movements anaylzing his features and his obvious intent, a shudder radiated insides as he pulled himself ontop her; head craning away from Zodi's angerfilled nips. Body trembled into submission not that she could or would stop him, it was all to pleasurable to raw. <c>
(15:30:36) Monro satisfied grunt escaped the fem as chest met earth as back legs stumbled to keep from buckling under his weight, lip curled as head was torn into; a heavy snap was given to Zod's cheek if it remained in reach. As long as sex was on the table all would be right in the world. <d>(15:32:10) Cortés. "si, Maestro. I shall defend this family with my life." He then watched as Vad moved off to take the bait of the woman. However as he watched, he noted Vad move from sexual deviant, to assault. Zod jumped in and joined the fray, barking like mad. Cortes...well. He wanted to mate just like the rest of the men. His whole body was on fire, and he desperately wanted to sink himself into anything as well. Through sheer will, he refrained, sneezing, coughing and trying his best to move on. He had other matters to attend to, and the Tsars, along with the pack, would be fine. He turned, his mind set on the two individuals from yesterday. He needed to look for them, and thus, he began to bark like mad. He would have howled, but unfortunately he was pretty bad at it. Barking was far better, and louder, and more annoying. Thus he continued until his audience was meet. "Cro, Val, get your rear's in gear." He moved toward the river, his body radiating in frustration. His tone,---(15:32:25) Cortés---which usually was calm, held a throaty baritone, a husk that demanded sex, but refused it. "Now."(15:43:36) Drakov: Bear huh? Scouting patrol? Good thing Vad was so ontop of things atm, considering Drak was very NOT. Wait... No he was literally getting ontop of things. Picking antics, though more as a sense of entertainment than an actual gut filler, would still come to an abrupt hault as ear tufts gathered in Vad's words. Cort's departure wasn't even noticed, hell even Zod damn near went clear over his head what with nearly everything in the background blacking out. Tongue flicked out yet again, to glide acrossed his teeth as head shifted from it's low position. He so much as motioned a foot or two toward the spectical before Vad's intent made it'self clear as day in the form of gnashing teeth and harsh punishment. Breath found it'self seeping out, slow heavy and cracked in effort to force away everything that had just been lingering over his mind. Relaxxx. [c]
(15:49:38) Drakov: Still ever the quiet fucker today, his unseen tension mellowed. pushed aside in favor of returning to sit. Atleast... For the time being, to isntead watch the hostilities before him with a cold hard stare. Even when the scent seemed to intensify, what with all the tussling about wafting it throughout the air. Speech lingered right on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't manage to release them. It was taking to much of his will power to simply remain in his current state of neutral unphased being. Which was... A humorous thought, consider.. This used to be his Norm! that blank unconcered attitude. But alas.. Though Drak's temper was hard to entice out of pure lack of care for anything, once he was pissed it was a BITCH to get him unpissed! Hohum. So instead of talking just yet, he simply watched.[e](15:53:13) Dermo:. Many things were presently being learned, multicolored ear tufts first pushed the stinky female's(Monro) direction as she took time to give an explaination to him. For men? Not boys? How dare this bitch refer to him as a 'boy' and not respect the rank given to him. Her simple remark guaranteed punishment given from him, jaws drawn agape with an offending noise driven 'long inner folds before skull was thrust forwards. He aimed to grab the woman's thigh without real warning, and if teeth landed, the brat would tear into the flesh with violent jerks before being knocked away by one of Vad's advancing forelimbs. Dermo was intending to take a chunk of flesh with him, but if unable, should he meet the stinky woman again, a better infliction would come. Because obviously her place hadn't been learned. Instead of showing a sense of opposition in reponse to being knocked away, Dermo accepted the fact that Vad was taking care of things quite well. Well enough that he didn't need any-(c) (15:58:25) Dermo:. -- assistance, and so curious eyes simply watched. Mate? What was this word Vad spoke of. Fuck, he had heard this word, this strong word. But apparently it had two meanings, seeing as Vad was now 'fucking' the girl by beating up on her so viciously. Gaze turned towards Drak next. And although the piano-key brat had sought to converse with his Tsar for many days now, the expression that the White Giant wore was enough to influence the child another direction. Mostly towards the dead wolf's caracass that now sat half eatten behind his father. Mind wandered. Just how tastey was the flesh of another wolf? He'd find out soon -not by tasting Megas' body though, no. Lesson had already been learned during earlier months of childhood that food not earned, especially Drak's food, was not to be touched. And so, instead, Dermo crept toward the den's obscured confines with the intent to disapear without notice and hunt mice. Instead of Mice, though? Bable was found. Dead. --(c) (16:02:30) Dermo:. -- Looked like he'd be getting his own taste of wolf meat afterall!! With little to no hesitation, this act influenced by Drakov-as they were usually, jaws parted and immediately began to tear at sister's flesh until it broke open and organs were exposed. With no feelings of guilt or remorse, she'd be eatten until bone and fur was the only evidence. And said evidence was hidden within a neatly dug hole between some rocks thereafter. (Now becuz Florida trip-- adding this as my absent excuse for the weekend) Later the alabaster and coal tyke would exit the den's confines to still find both Tsar's either distracted or absent, and with none to report to and curiousity growing EVER stronger, Dermo decided to return to the location that the hooves animal herd had been spotted with the intent to track and find their new location so that a better report could be formed upon return. Unfortunatly, following their trail caused the multi-toned brat to become lost in unfamiliar terrain.(c) (16:02:47) Dermo:. -- There was no telling when he'd be able to find a familiar landmark and return.(16:25:28) Yusef seemed goddamn proud today, for some reason. You see, with the loss of Bable and Dermo being unable to be found for some foolish reason, he felt like he needed to prove to himself that HE was responsible enough to take are of his very own slave--what was her name? He didn't remember...in fact he wasn't sure if it had been told to him at all, but whatever. He wanted to prove he was a good teacher as well as a good student, and so the previous day, he had gone out, and captured someone for Vechnyy! That weird, silly, floppy-eared child that said he was mean. Sure, whatever, why not? She was starving and seemed useless, and he figured that Vechnyy was the best place to tear her down and build her back up into something she could be proud of. ....Or, you know, kill her in the process. In any case, he'd left her ass behind the den so that she didn't get nibbled when they arrived, and he wanted to get the Tsar's ideas on his task. ...But they seemed..err..occupied.
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MAY 28
Jun 1, 2015 20:07:58 GMT
Post by mote on Jun 1, 2015 20:07:58 GMT
[Continuing from CIN's last post.]
(14:25:29) Yusef seemed goddamn proud today, for some reason. You see, with the loss of Bable and Dermo being unable to be found for some foolish reason, he felt like he needed to prove to himself that HE was responsible enough to take are of his very own slave--what was her name? He didn't remember...in fact he wasn't sure if it had been told to him at all, but whatever. He wanted to prove he was a good teacher as well as a good student, and so the previous day, he had gone out, and captured someone for Vechnyy! That weird, silly, floppy-eared child that said he was mean. Sure, whatever, why not? She was starving and seemed useless, and he figured that Vechnyy was the best place to tear her down and build her back up into something she could be proud of. ....Or, you know, kill her in the process. In any case, he'd left her ass behind the den so that she didn't get nibbled when they arrived, and he wanted to get the Tsar's ideas on his task. ...But they seemed..err..occupied.
(14:48:08) Vadimir, needless to say, beat the living shit out of Monro. Tearing at her face until it was unrecognizeable with gore, and then finding the wounds which had begun to close and tore those asunder too! And when he was satisfied that she was a bloodied, sopping mess he'd grab the back of her skull and bash her face into the ground until she conked out. And once she had, he stepped over her like some ill-begotten trash that had fermented too long. Yep, he was just that pissed. Zod's involvement was registered only, now, and he didn't even care to conjure how he should react to it. Zod was being a helpful guy, yes. Badda bing badda boop! Gaze rose and fell as he scanned the courtyard. Where... had everyone gone? Oops. In his craze, looks like a buncha people had decided to go off to their own chores. Which... had been his plan this whole time!! MWEHEHEHE. [c]
(14:54:04) Vadimir But no in all seriousness.... thoughts were entirely derailed as he saw Drak staring at him. Yusef was noted on the sidelines as well, looking pleased with himself. What was that about? Taking a singular step forward, bloodied features would direct themselves at his brother, eyes bright with shamanic flame, muscles etched into fine detail as every inch of him was pressed taught from the carnage just seconds before. Lip would pull back to reveal but one canine, in the same instant a growling snort issued a calling to dearest sibling. Wachu want? (f)
(15:00:12) Zodiak was caught up in the entertainment, too caught up to notice any of the other happenings going on around him and vad. Jaws lurched forward to snag hold of monros hind leg, thrashing it about while vad did his job at the front. Midst his thrashing the scent was forcing its way into his nostrils--OHGAAD. Body shifted and paws hooked around her, air humping while he tore the shit out of her thigh. Noticing vads movements of smashing her head to the dirt and the frame he held so very close to penetrating going limp, zod shook his head and with a snarl released her. He couldn't, he wouldn't, but he wanted to so bad. Both the tsars were right here he'd surely lose his life if he took a female in heat days after being warned not to. AAUUURRGGGG! Lips were still peeled back, his frustration leaving his face stuck in tensioned state. Heavy breaths tried to vent his wanting, but to no avail.[c]
(15:00:26) Zodiak: Amber eye glared down at the uncontious wolf before with a heavy bark laced with snarling he'd lunge at her hock, grabbing it and thrashing his head side to side before quickly stomping off into the brush with a snort. [d]
(15:30:06) Mote had been wandering a bit north of Vechnyy's den searching for food. The lack of four day old dead opossum was dissapointing, having lived by the road for so long they practically popped up out of no where. However here it was another story. Dark eyes would search her surroundings until paws led her back to Vechnyy, no luck. Oh well what was another day without a meal? Mote had suffered longer and it wasn't that big of a deal anymore. Nose would snort as she began searching the scene for a familiar face, perhaps her beloved best friend would be around? Oh yes. That would be wonderful! Perhaps they could play a thrilling game of, 'how long will it take mote to take away Dermo's favored body part'. -c-
(15:30:16) Mote had already lost her tail to the boy, it was his turn!! Right? Wasn't that how things worked? No matter! Thoughts would be lost when no one was really reconizable, besides the two large males whom she'd breifly met. Tsar. And.....Vechnyy wasn't it? That's what her best friend said....Mote would have to...bow to Tsar and Vechnyy..yes yes. Poor girl didn't know anyones real names. Dark eyes would blink as they then drifted toward the mass on the ground, the area wreaked of blood and it sent a rather strange shiver down her spine. She'd never seen anyone wrecked like that before, and it intrigued her. Scarred muzzle would be licked over before approaching slowly, head turning examining Tsar and his bloodied figure. Did he do this? This was far worse than what Mote's best friend did to her. -c-
(15:30:24) Mote's head would lower as she sniffed the air once more and craned her neck forward curiously, still keeping a bit distant from the group. If this is what he could do, perhaps she could too! It would be the perfect gift for Dermo to learn how to maul his face in just like that. Oh he'd love it! Scarred little nub of a tail would begin wiggling in excitement. Yes yes. Mote was going to learn the arts and prove herself worthy enough to tear apart Dermo's pretty little face. That would be his gift to her! After all he owed her. -d-
(15:39:13) Yusef stood and stared. Perhaps waiting to be noticed? He had little care for Dermo's plaything-- eh, maybe he'd rip her apart later, just out of boredom. But he hadn't been noticed yet, or spoken to, or had any sort of acknowledgement thrown his way..so he simply waited. He knew better than to interrupt the Tsars when they were busy.
(15:52:33) Vadimir was startled out of his reverie by Zod's air humping and tearing into Monro's unconscious form was watched with an amused raise of brows. Well, dayum bro. Vad could have easily obliged Zod with a second round.... he was just as if not more frustrated as he. But pups came into the fray, and while he didn't care if they saw what would classically be viewed as an adult-only spectacle, he.... didn't feel like having an audience. Zod pushed off to be on his own, probably masterbate while he was at it. Good for him! Striding forward Vadimir would press snout to Yusef's face, coating him in Monro's life essence. "Zon. Vot are you doink?" Weren't he and Drak supposed to be sparring? He turned to look only to find SURPRISE SURPRISE. Drak was off in his own little corner again. BLEH. Irately he whirled on Mote, noticing her sniffing of Mon's unconscious self. Who dafuq... "Oh. You're Dermo'z voman." Mentally exhausted and physically achy and fatigued from the bout, searching all night, [c]
(15:53:55) Vadimir and the past few days tedious exercises in all, Vadimir slumped onto the ground, laying his head on his paws. He wanted to go back to searching but... fuck if he had energy for that anymore. He needed something to eat. Eyes wandered to Megas's corpse, but for now he'd abstain. Take a breather first, eat soon. (f)
(16:42:54) Drakov: Bastard stared on until the scene came to a close, to which he no longer had a form of entertainment that eased his mental being. Not that it mattered, in the long run. For it seemed just as many faces departed, others had returned. Course the only one he was particularly concerned with was son. Everyone else whome might have acknowledged him, Vad including, were given naught but a flat cold stare. Reacting any further might just make him explode, so let's avoid that. Instead, he drew focus to Yusef. "Yus." Haunches rolled him to stand and approach the youngin, "You still vish to fite?" Gaze would flick to Vad's nearby positioning, but it lingered no longer than to make mommentary eye contact. He typically had a bad habit of thinking about multiple things at once, but right now he was trying to settle on but one thing at a time for obvious reasons. Right now? Right now all he cared about was having a good tussle! With anyone to be frank, but Yus had requested so specifically.
(16:49:47) Mote. would jump slightly when acknowledged. Being so lost in her thoughts she'd been taken by surprise. Lookin up at the tsar as he passed by her wagging tail would only increase in momentum. Wow. Tsar was so cool!! Licking over her muzzle once more she'd follow him with her dark eyes as he lay down. Already Idolizing him she'd remember when he picked her up and dragged her into the river. Good times. Nub continuing it's wiggling she'd let herself break her gaze from her new idol to scoot around the unconcious being, tongue dangling from her mouth as she began to pant. She was too excited for this group so she'd wander off to the south, maybe she'd have more luck finding something to eat down there. -d-
[This is all I had, as i had to leave early.]
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