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JUNE 1
Jun 1, 2015 23:51:34 GMT
Post by Zodiak on Jun 1, 2015 23:51:34 GMT
Meetin' n Greetin'
(13:33:15) Cortés had been gone for several days. Hopefully none noticed, though even if they did, he wouldn't explain. He ws gone to think. About himself, about his past, and about his future. He had begun to feel overwhelmed with teaching, planning the tournament, and simply surviving the every day life of Vechnnyy. He felt a fool though, when he realised, there was nothing to think about. This was life at it's fullest. So what if he had more responsibility now than he ever did before. It was life worth living. Thank god, he didn't have kids, or a wife to dote on. More responsibility and he'd probably crack under a heap of stress. Ah...enough of this random crap though. It was time to head home... So off he went, trotting toward the courtyard of vechnny, soaked from head to toe, muddy, with knotted fur whorling around his coat. He gave a couple of gruff barks to issue a call to any who was near. He wondered who would answer him first. An angry Tsar, a confused member of vechnyy, or perhaps his worried students. Hmm.
(13:46:41) Zodiak Sat posted outside the den, head tilted toward the sky lost in thought. His training session with nida had gone far greater than he'd expected for multiple reasons. Her words still echoing through his mind ~i'm glad your the father....~ Father... the word still sent excited chills up his spine. Tail thumped abscentmindedly, happy thoughts triggering happy reflexes. Familiar bark broke train of thought and head would crane toward cortes. Single eye widened for a moment before he sighed and rose to all fours. Well, this was akward... Didn't even call me after.... He'd approach cortes with swaying tail, moving to clamp jaws over his muzzle in playful greeting. Forepaw closest to him would lift to drape over shoulder for a moment before he stepped back with a sneeze. Morning!
(13:55:00) Nida stirred awake, the silence of the den disturbed with a yawn chasing away the groggy effects of a long night's rest. Loose skin and fat gives away her position at the den's mouth with a lousy shake, ears slapping either side of the burly woman's face. Her eyes stuck to Cortez and then Zod, seeing the two in the midst of exchanging greets and pleasantries. Nida approaches with a lackadaisical skip introduced into her paces every now and then, flaccid tongue hanging off the side of lax bottom jaw. She'd lick Zod's half torn ear and nip at Cortez's cheek fluff. Stepping back and giving space ultimately, she sat on her hindquarters. " Are we hanging out ..?" Hopefully without a hump fest involved?
(14:04:47) Cortés was surprised to see Zod not only answer his call, but also to come over and offer him a gentle greeting, or as gentle as jaws on a muzzle would be. Playfully brought himself to sit, feeling the draping of the arm over his shoulder, and would in turn lift his own arms to wrap around. Of course he wouldn't make it around the man, and would merely flail his arms in front of him like a derp. His own tail thrashed behind him, and his eye closed in joy. It felt nice to have someone touch him in a way that wasn't aggressive. Sure, this masochist loved pain, but having affection was even sweeter. Of course he wouldn't admit such things. Cortes moved his face, trying to nip at the man's jowels slightly. A small pinch but nothing serious. Cortes would then rear his skull backward as Nida was seen. "Hola, mi amiga." He then grinned at her words. "I do not know. I haven't 'hanged out' in many a days. When she nipped at his cheek, he would attempt to push into her chest, his nose running along her throat, if possible. God Cort, you're getting creepy!
Zodiak was glad cort wasn't as aggressive as some of the other members. It was nice to get a break every now and then, although his relationship with the tsars had turned into less of an aggressive fight fest and more of a rough n tough love. Tail swayed excitedly at corts reaction and as nips were applied to his own face. Tonge slicked out to swipe over the bridge of his muzzle several times from nose to stop. He wasn't sure why he felt the need to give affections to the one he'd rivaled so passionately but hey sex changes a relationship. Gaze would shift to nida as she approached to lick at his ear. He'd flick tongue at her face as she passed by, shifting to cort. Bemused head tilt was given at corts strange affections before he too acheived a sitting posture. "I beleive cort had something to say" questioning glance was given to the male. He did, after all, call them here.
(14:22:18) Nida laughed in a suppressed, elated manner at the returned lick. She couldn not sit for too long, wanting in on the diabetically sweet sweet lovings going on. But she stops abruptly, tail weakly moving at the immediate rear of her, as Cortez cuts his peguin flailing to push against her chest, and goad his nose along her throat. Chin tilted up with a head tossing motion to provide more access to the vulnerable spot, all the while nursing a cliche look of amusement. " Hanged out in many days?" repeated she, letting now the words digest, although quizzical; " then where have you been ... amiga .." Is she using the word right .. if it wasn't a moniker? Errgh, spanish is the struggle. Not that Nida knew what genial phrases he spoke in a different language. " How are you Zod ..?" she shoves her ruddy nose into his shoulder. Hey, bby.
(14:27:36) Cortés watched as the two love birds interacted. He smiled pleasantly, and then got completely serious. "Right." He butt scooted backward, and nodded. "I have been gone for a couple of days," he paused and shrugged. "I do not expect people to notice. I get so busy sometimes, that I do not interact much with the rest of Vechnyy." He grunted and shook his head. He needed to change that. Either way, he continued. "I have become a mentor, training students in the way of combat. Unfortunately I have become overwhelmed with both that, and constructing a tournament, that I left and sought to my own devices. I have returned." He grinned once more. "I just wanted those who were near to know that I am fine, in case someone was worried for my safety." Cortes didn't know if anyone truely was worried. He didn't think so, but he figured people should know about his whereabouts. This was his family, after all. "As for the tournament, it will happen in a few nights from now." GET HYPE. He looked toward Nida, and grinned. "Amigo," he echoed, except it was of course, given it's masculine properties. Right, spanish. Oops.
Zodiak reclined some, listening. Since when did cort become a teacher? head would tilt slightly. This was news to him, well that and the mention of a tournament that had fur bristling. Not what he needed right now... or was it? Nida and himself were under a lot of stress with the new additions currently developing in her belly. There was no denying that there would be bloodshed...innocent bloodshed... They needed to be able to defend them somewhat to keep the alphas from eating all their children. Sigh... Gaze would lock on cort "Tournament??" In a few days... Great! They had so much time to prepare...not... Gaze would shift to nida as she pressed into him, growling purr would rumble in his chest "I'm great" eye glazed over in delight as he looked to her, giving tender nuzzle in response.
(14:55:24) Nida cants her head side wise to Cortez reveal. " You could have gotten hurt," she comments after the lengthy explanation. " There's a bear on the loose that killed one of our packmates." Who it was .. she doen't know, if only because most time was spent sequestered and in withdrawal. And a tournament ...? Her eyes passively slant to Zod for a half-second. It could help ... even though the children would be at risk. Not to mention more strategies would have to be made .. she was twice her size, thus slower! The growling purr and his was resonse was met with skepticism -- is he sure ..? Could be the pride talking there. Hrm. A nod to the correction Cortez did. " Amigo," she tasted the sound, " I am with children. I will join if I am able." She HAS to.
(15:05:21) Cortés blinked. "Why are you surprised. Surely Crony has told you all?" He gritted his teeth then. He hadn't spoken a word then? It was the very first task he'd given the man, and nothing. Annoyance made him want to move and find the individual, but for now, that would be reserved for later. He needed to inform them all. "There will be a tournament held for all of Vechnyy. We are all to participate unless there is a reason that one can not." He then looked toward Nida. He smiled softly at her words. "I know. I appreciate your concern. I half hoped I could meet the beast who killed Megas, but I have not." Disappointment was clear. However that emotion lasted all of five seconds when he heard the next thing she had to say. "What?!" He reared backward and blinked. "Ay dios mio, I can not allow this." He shook his head. "I will speak to el Tsar. If he allows this, then you may participate, but I can not in good concious be accepting of this."
(15:14:29) Zodiak shook his head. The fuk is crony? ? UGH he was slacking bad, so many members he hadn't been aquainted with. "...Crony?" head cocked to the side, mangled ear shifting back. Gaze would shift to nida for a moment then back to cort. megas... that was the canine that lay dead in the courtyard? hm... Pack member joined and died without ever crossing zodis path. How was that possible? Fur bristled at nidas words and sharp gaze with bared fangs was shot in her direction. She couldn't! He wouldn't allow her! Emotions composed to sheath fangs aimed at his lover, features softening but remaining worried image. "Nida... you can't..." muzzle would press into her neck, head shifting side to side as he rubbed into her. If anything happened to her...to the pups, he'd never forgive himself.
(15:26:12) Nida's muzzle slackened. She is just as confused as Zod, if not more. Her head shakes to denote she had no clue who the Crony is if and when either looked her way. " Doesn't ring a bell ..." sigh goes here, " there are too many wolves in this pack to even .." Pause. Yeah .. " And there is so much going on .." Her muzzle was aimed pointedly toward the ground at Zod's open disapproval of her decision, teeth disclosed beneath curled lips. What was she to do .. should any of the three alphas decide to let her join in ..? " We have to prepare .. just in case." This isn't a typical pack, yo. A nod was passed to Cortez, understanding the gravity of the situation. Nida nuzzled to smush the side of her countenance under his head and into his throat fur.
(16:13:56) Crony. Truth be told, he'd pretty much forgotten about the tournament task that his mentor had given him- albeit before he actually was his mentor. So when he came strutting into the scene in the den's courtyard with 5 hares hanging from his maw, he was certainly glad that the old guy was just heading out. Dropping the hares the the earliest convinence, but still so they were in a decent spot, he'd look over the ones present. He'd never seen them before, but seeing as Cort hadn't booted them out, they weren't trespassers. He'd remain quiet for now, still a bit miffed at the simple scar that was now dawned on his face. Though, it really could have been much worse with what that hussy had attempted to pull. Instead of initiating interacting, he'd simply take a few paces away from the newly made pile of fur, plopping himself down and grooming out the mess he'd made of his fur while hunting.
(16:29:26) Mote. It had been several days since mote had been assigned a task, and well...She was learning hunting was extremely hard. Having survived her whole life on rotting roadkill and leftovers, she'd never actually hunted a day in her life. Useless!! Not only could she not manage to catch a decent meal for her beloved 'Mommah' she'd been unable to find Dermo. Perhaps they kept missing eachother? After all Mote was out exploring most of the day anyway. Making her way back to Vechnyys den she'd sigh softly, Mommah was going to be very dissapointed in Mote if she didn't bring something home soon! Dark eyes scanning the area she'd first spot a male with 5 hares in grasp. What on earth!? She had a hard time keeping up with the damned creature! How could he have caught 5!? Nub would begin to flail wildly behind her as she darted into the scene. Eyes locking onto target. Poor Crony was going to get a taste of what Mote had to offer. Skittering to a halt she'd avoid getting too close, having learned a little bit about personal space recently before lowering her head to the ground, butt sticking up into the air as she looked up at the male. "Mister! Mister!! How does Mote catch so many rabbits like Mister Master!!?!" She'd squeal. OH PLEASE share your secrets, master of the rabbits!
(16:44:57) Cortés sighed at Nida. "So be it." He would stand then, nodding toward both she and Zod. "I need to get back to my duties. I've neglected them for far too long." Namely patroling the border, and re-issuing markers. With that he ran off in a fit.
(17:00:26) Zodiaks gaze softened some at nidas words. It mattered to him that she was pregnant, it mattered to cort seemingly....but to the tsars... Would they care if she was with child? Would they still expect her to fight and maneuver as if unhindered by such things? It wouldn't suprise him. He'd nod to cort, pondering what duties exactly he was talking about. Maybe more training of students zod prob never even met. Oii. Gazing to the side he'd notice a darker wolf with quite the load of food. ear swivled back and he'd whirl around to close distance, low growl rumbling in his chest but barely audible. He was in a rather protective state with nida being in her condition. Geeze you'd swear she was sick or something. "...and who might you be?" authority hung lightly in his words, tail arched somewhat as he hovered near the wolf. It wasn't but a moment before another, younger, one came strolling in. One of the pups? Head would tilt admiring the youngin for a moment before realization hit that this was not one of draks kids. What??? Who the hell had kids?? Drak didnt seem like the kind to... Adopt something he dreaded so heavily. Exasperated sigh escaped him as muzzle tilted up in what seemed to be annoyence. There were so many random wolves around here it was hard to tell which were vech and which were intruders. Given their lax state hed guess that they were part of vechnyy for the moment, but only further questioning would tell. Gaze would shift to the younger wolf that seemed to address itself by its own name....odd. From the sounds of it 'mote' was the kids name. "Mote?" he'd question softly testing his theory.
(17:06:06) Nida gave a gusty sigh and change of expression. " Thank you, chocolate thunder," she mumbles in gratitude. She sits down on her rear legs once again, the exhaustion and manifested stress getting the better of her person. Her eyes trained themselves on a wolf she'd never seen before. Rising up slowly, behind ever-protective Zod, she'd sniff from a respectful distance. The gustatory sensations, though, were excited at the prospect of a morsel, and picking up the sight and smell of it, only worsened with the amount of saliva collecting at the corners. It was enough to have tendrils of spit droop! Soon as another came upon the scene, this time a pup, she'd stare. Okay .. who let a pup in the pack? That was okay .. versus a member with child? Seriously? Siiiiiigh.
(17:20:17) Crony would continue to silently brood with cleaning himself- that is until he heard footsteps near him, accompanied by a quiet growl. Glancing upward, he'd see that the other male had moved next to him. "Crony." Before he could say much else, he'd hear another set of footsteps, though more rapid and pup-like. With a snort, gaze would move to the source of the squeaky voice. How do you catch rabbits? "You use patience. Wait. Attack quickly when they don't know you're there." Gaze would rest on the young one for a moment. Weird kid. More footfall would be heard- this time the female had come over to join the gathering. He'd notice the drool escaping her maw, a smirk finally cracking on Cro's lips. "You can eat, y'know. I brought them for the pack." He'd already had his share before coming back.
(17:34:19) Mote had only met this 'Crony' Characte and she was alredy Idolizing him. "Patience?" she'd question softly easing closer to him, however distractions, distractions. Ears would swivel as her name was heard and head woul snap in Zodiaks direction. HE KNEW HER NAME!? Oh. She realized she'd seen him somewhere before...But where? Perhaps he was a long lost family member? Oh yes! Didn't she have an uncle!? Though there was perhaps an uncle somewhere out there, this wolf was not related. Mote wouldn't think otherwise however, He knew her name. Therefore he was kin. That was that. Why did her dearest uncle say her name? Did he need her? Body would then toss into the ground as she began rolling in the dirt toward Zodi, though the only name she had to associate the poor bastard with was 'Chocolate Thunder.' The little tumble weed would stop at his paws and up at him with her deep brown eyes, dirty belly exposed upwards. Girl really needed to learn to protect those soft parts around older wolves...No matter she'd learn her lesson eventually. "Mote is here! What does Chocolate Thunder need from Mote!?" she would ask ever so innocently.
Zodiak:. Upon his approach he'd shift his gaze back to nida who looked rather hungry. He couldnt blame her, his kids were probably eating her alive. He'd shudder at the thought before swaying head back around to..Crony. Soft chuckle escaped him. "Crony...? " He'd shake his head "Seems you may be forgetting something..." he'd hint before shifting forward to snag two of the rabbits by the ears. Eye was ever focused on the wolf as he did so, muzzle wrinkled slightly. It was a trust thing and this wolf had yet to earn it. He'd quickly turn to nida and offer the morsals with a light sway of his tail before turning back to the now two wolves. attention was now focused on mote, or who he assumed was mote. A step was taken back as the youngin rolled his way and validated his assumption of the name. Tail wagged, she was cute in a 'your totally weird' kind of way. Head tilted at the term dubbed to him before nose would lower to investigate. It didn't take long for the stench to smack him in the face, head shook and craned upwards, nose wrinkling. "Mote, you can call me zodi...." He'd pause --UGH HACKCOUGHICK-- "What have you been rolling in?!" light sneeze and shake of head would send him to all fours shaking out his pelt. Anything to rid the smell, but he couldnt help smiling at the kid.
(18:04:24) Nida eyed the little Mote for what seem like an eternity plus some odd years. Chocolate thunder...? Pfft, nay nay -- that isn't Zod, but she won't go at length correct; that is Zod's teensy task to do, unless he liked the moniker. A nod was supplied to Crony giving the all-go. " Nida." Yep, yep. " Thanks, Zod," a quaint smile delivered his way. Soon as her head lowered to tear and chew at the underside of one of the rabbits, her nose caught a pungent odor she cannot ignore. It was insourmountable and unforgivable.. " What the fuck." A squinty-eyed look to the kid whom rolled to Zod's feet, and then the father of her children dislodging the stench from his olfactory senses. Jesus. " You need a bath." No skirting around the bush, she mowed that shrub down. La de da. Annnnd back to Crony, " you new?" Smooth icebreaker.
(18:53:03) Crony watched the stinky ass pup run and flop on the ground to flail around after uttering one mere word back to him. Yeah. Patience. When the male spoke again, however, he'd cock an eyebrow. "Forgetting what...?" He'd watch idly as the male picked two of the rabbits from the pile and pass one to the woman, who soon spoke her own name in introduction... before ripping into the hare. Fluffnub would give a wiggle, before the stench that seemed to hit everyone like a wave reached him. Stomach would retch and eyes would water, nose getting buried into his own fur to filter out Mote's stink particles. Dear lord... The voice of the female would be heard again. "Yep, just recently joined." He'd then return to focusing on not gagging again.
(18:58:25) Mote had absolutly no idea how awful she must of smelled, having lived this way forever it was hardly even noticable. As Mote was Questioned about what she rolled in, wasnt it obvious? Rolling to her side before sitting up the dirty lass would look at the ground and back to Zod. "Dirt." she answered simply. Wow. Her uncle was dense. Eyes turning to Nida as she spoke Mote would tilt her head. Why did everyone use that word around her. Bath. It was starting to leave a bad taste in her mouth. "Mote took bath. Best friend helped!!!" Not that he did anything to bathe her...besides having her soak in the river for a while. "Mote's best friend Dermo....Dermo took motes tail!!!" Pushing herself up to a standing position she would turn in a circle dark eyes locking on the nub on her rump. Ah yes. Her gift to Dermo. Mote was so proud. Stopping in her tracks she'd then face Zodiak once more, tilting her head. "Zodi must have lots of friends." she'd say before craining her head closer to examine his features. He was missing both an eye and an ear! Wow those must had been prized possesions he gifted to his own best friends! What a role model. Poor oblivious girl.
(19:45:50) Zodiak allowed loving smile to grace nida at her gratitude before turning back toward the others to address them. Cro was the first to get a response "From what I just recently heard from cortes.. there's a tournament coming up..." he'd smirk, shrugging away from the wolf. He was sure cro would get the message hurhur. Nose continued to wrinkle as he spoke with mote, the stinkiest stink he'd ever come across. Jesusfuckingchrist. Lip would curl in the slightest, ear flicking at nida's own blunt response. "er yeah that's not dirt I smell... I like the smell of dirt...." Motes response didn't enstill any confidence in the situation "But did you scrub???" jesus she stunk. Head tilted at her statement about friends "wha...?" He was confused. "Yea..Sure" he'd smile giving the child some kind of response before turning to nida to nuzzle her "I'm going to patrol for a little bit. " a kiss to her cheek given before he turned to snag a rabbit for himself. A nod was given to cro and a glance to mote "sermmoon paees giiiff errr a aaath" he mumbled through rabbit fur before trotting off into the woods.
(19:54:01) Vadimir trotted home after going on patrol, both for the bear and for his brother. Though he tried not to worry, Vadimir couldn't help but notice his brother's absence. And while on any other day the idea of him coming under some form of peril was impossible... with a ursine wandering the woods. He couldn't help but feel worry gnaw at his insides until his stomach walls felt ingested by acid, and nausea hung over him in undulating waves. When the home stretch was within sight he let out a light exhale, nub tail swaying as he maneuvered his way into the courtyard around the sparse tree, brush, and bramble. He liked how open this den was, easy to get to and from with little obstacles. "...." He'd observe everyone in turn silently, nose and muzzle wrinkling when Mote's stench reached him, but played it off cooly and instead directed his attention toward Zod, who was leaving. "Vhere iz he off to?" He'd ask, the question widespread to any who'd care to answer it.
(20:01:01) Valiria was delightfully unaware of the perils of th pack. Nida's pregnancy wasn't mentioned to her, and Val hadn't recognized the scent anyway. Drakov missing? Nope, no idea. The emotional termoil Vad would/is going through? Well fuck, who knew bout that? To be honest Val barely knew anyone in the pack. All of her interactions were breif meetings, greetings, or in Zod's case, a spar. Though, when she returned to the courtyard, she recgonized some faces. Nids, Vadimir, Cron....but the stench. The awful stench that assaulted her nose. Brit's snout wrinkled, her face clearly showing her displeasure. "Now what is that infernal stench?" she called out, arriving on the scene. Mutt's sickle tail hung abover her back, her brows furrowed and snout still wrinkled. Violet eyes rested on each one, giving all but Crony a nod. Cron got nothing, not even a glance. 'tude much Val? The face she fialed to recognize out of em all, was the source of the nasty stank. A pup. Hmm. Damn this pack was gettin big.
(20:07:12) Nida takes one of the rabbits and drags it ways from the teensy wolf pup .. dog, whatever it is. She shoves her face into the tarp of flesh to its stomach and concentrate on the liver and kidneys, then the rest of the organs. Nida was set on gorging on this gourmet! Her eyes peer over at the two. Oh .. right right, the tournament thingy. She forgot to mention that. Her eyes narrow to Mote with an educed sigh, not inclined to volunteer to bathe the stinky thing. " Go find the river south of here and bathe. Don't come back until you don't smell like 'dirt'." And what strange concept she has of friends! She'd nudge into Zod, tail wagging, and a whine slithering past ajar jaws, " be safe." Pfft, as if he needed to know there's a cray cray bear out there. Her nose picked up Val and Vad, both of which garnered her interest. But for a brief amount of time as she's oblivious to their .. problems. She scoops up the entrails and shoves them all in Crony's face. Let's be friends, amiga! ---see, Learning! Nida, after enjoying bespattering blood on Crony's face, that is, if allowed and wasn't eaten hereafter, would turn facing Vad. " He's going patroling." Hurpadurp.
(20:20:52) Mote would oly innocently bat her eyes and watch few gag, what was their problem? Did everyone get sick? Wierd. Watching her uncle Zodi leave she'd sigh, growing bored of the adults. Where was Dermo? it felt like forever since she'd seen him, and there was still that task she needed to do for her beloved 'Mommah'. Ears would swivel when Nida spoke in her direction. The river? Till she didn't smell like dirt? Why did that sound familiar...? No matter. She may as well do as the older female said right? Mote wouldn't like word of Misbehavior getting to Cin while she had not finished her tasks. She'd get in trouble. Not like Mote knew exactly what trouble was anyway. "Mote doesn't understand obsession with bath...But Mote go to river and try to not smell like dirt..." she'd say and would quirk an imaginary brow. Turning to leave she'd head for the river, hopefully everyone's noses could rest now.
(20:47:35) Monro let out a heavy sigh pushing limbs out into a stretch that slid the woman out of the shadowed walls of the den: after a crack, snap and pop limbs carried the woman towards the group. As sleepy eyes took in familar faces her stub of a nub wiggled about as lady shook the dubris from her head "Good evening" shooting a glance over Nida granting her a smile before doing the same with Vad. Cause fuck everybody else. Brow quirked at the two before shifting attention around as more words fell from her mouth "Has the bear been much of a problem, or have we gotten rid of the damned thing?"
(21:33:11) Crony would would instantly turn to look to Zod when he heard the word "tournament", mote's stench able to reach his senses again. Eugh! "Oh... right." He was supposed to tell others about it. Oops. He'd watch as the other took a rabbit for himself and walked off, giving a nod in return when one was directed at him. He'd pretend he didn't hear the man's request- he ain't touchin that stinkbug with a ten foot pole. Speaking of stinkbug, he'd return his attention to groomign himself- so intently, that he didn't notice the woman approaching. He'd only notice the woman after getting a load of bloody guts dumped on his face, blood staining his newly groomed fur. "Augh, jesus! What the hell!" Jumping up, he'd shake the entrails off, most likely throwing blood back onto the woman. Soon after this whole ordeal, another would enter the scene- this one sounding like Drakov. Looked a bit like him too. He would have answered his question, if it hadn't been answered by Nida- or preoccupied with regrooming himself. Aaaand enter another face... great. It was her. Apart from first notice, no other attention was given to her. He didn't notice the stinkbug leaving, either by sight or smell- his was nose plugged with the smell of blood. And god damn another new person to arrive on scene- but hell if Cro noticed at this point.
(21:48:32) Vadimir gave vague nods to everyone as they appeared, tail lifting slowly to offer additional salutations, though voice was kept in cool reserve. He wasn't in the mood to exhaust himself with idle prittle prattle. Zod's lone mission was met with a masked scowl. Hadn't he told them not to go off on their own? "I zought I told everyone to go in groups?" He'd grate softly toward Nida. Otherwise, he'd drop the matter. If people wanted to be cruelly slaughtered by an ursine, who was he to deny them the pleasure? Mon's greeting was met with another nod, but when she spoke of the bear, snowy brute shrugged. "I've not zeen it in all ze timez I've gone out patrollink, und no scent nor detail of it's vhereaboutz have become known to me, or anyone elze, apparently."Vadimir watched Cron, someone he virtually knew nothing of, except in passing, get slapped with some offal, which earned a snerk and a lift of lips in a roguish grin. Hah, intestins.... watching Mote detach from the main throng to go wash herself, Vad blinked only once before turning toward Val. "A girl whom Dermo initiated... strange girl." He'd stride over to the place where she'd been moment's before, sniffing the spot before curling his upper lip at it. She looked fine on the outside... but. Eugh, why did she smell so rank?? "Val, have you found anyzink interestink vhile out?" He had no clue she hadn't been informed, and upon finding out he'd probably go hump a wall out of frustration. But right that second? He was just going to remain calm and chill, unless given reason to do otherwise. Keeping all those tangible, fragile emotions bottled up.
(22:04:02) Valiria watched as a new face emerged, one she completely didn't recognize. Like, at all. Everyone else (save stinkypup), she had met at least once. Hmm. And, suprise, suprise, this one was as much as egocentric and selfobsessed as the other newbie. Oh joy. Well, if they didn't have the time of day for her, the favor would be returned. What was with Vechnyy and taking in the swill of the land? Gal shook her head. No one has manners in this world anymore. The wolfdog sprawlled out in the dirt by the group, violet eyes watching everyone as they went about. When Vad adressed her, sickle tail wagged slowly and she sat up a bit more. "Oh? Unfortunately not, sire. Just the typical scents, prey, the pack." Val let out a dissapointed sigh. She so wanted to be helpful and useful, but she couldn't make the bear appear. Hmmph. "I will let you know as soon as I find something!" she said eagerly. And with that, she rested her head on her paws, watching quietly. Where was her favorite Spaniard.
(22:15:44) Nida cracked a nasal laugh at his priceless reaction, too hard not to find humor in it.. Something akin to squidward in Bikini bottom. She'd shake her head with fervor at some of the entrails and blood getting onto her, and sigh. " I thought it was .. funny," she mumbled, the motivation lost at the end of the burly woman's words. Her eyes catch Mote skitter off to do as told- now she can breathe easy. A leer to Monro, " hello," she'd utter mutely, and then a moderate dip of muzzle to Val. Vad's feedback has her huffing. Not at him, but the bear on the loose and the grave situation as a whole. " I .." - sigh, god dammit, Zod - " will .. leave soon to patrol with him." Her eyes traded looks for a couple of seconds wondering if there was anything she wanted - or needed, not to mention - to say. Nope .. nothing came to mind, unfortunately. She'd lick at her muzzle and then nip and harass Vad. Because he look like he hadn't had anything up his butt in days.
(22:42:24) Crony snorted at Nida when she began to laugh. "Yeah, well you're not the one that hs to clean it off!" Turning to glance at her, however, he'd see that some that he'd shaken off himself had landed on her. This would cause him to smirk and chuckle as well, though it was right back to cleaning. The rest of the conversation didn't have anything to do with him, so he'd continue on with his cleaning. Eugh. He might have to join Mote for that bath.
(22:56:40) Smug had been on her regular patrol duties, even more so now that she was pretty much 100% once more. The brawler couldn't remember the last time she had this few injuries... The earthen woman had begun smelling differently these past couple of days and today it had fully bloomed. Too bad she didn't have a tail to help cover it up. Instead she had been taking a nice dip to clean herself. That was when Mote came in and Smug decided to head back to see if anything was going on. As much as she knew she should stay away, she hated being so out of the loop. I mean, how long had it taken her to know that Nida had been missing? Sigh. Pulling her svelte frame out of the water, fur shook loose the clinging cold while she trudged toward the clearing before the den. Olive gaze skirted the courtyard, first landing on Nida. Oh good, looks like she had indeed been found. Next up was the Tsar, and hind legs pinched closer together. He looked sort of grumpy... Was that how he normally looked? Maybe... Must be a lot of work trying to manage this bunch of weirdos. She still had yet to talk to him about anything really. Only the briefest of meetings. It looked like he was being nipped at by some female Smug had seen around but never officially met. It was too bad there were so many still unfamiliar faces in Vechnyy to the earthen woman. One con to being such a loner. Then... Cron. Gaze narrowed slightly as mind tossed back to their first and only encounter. Lip curled up to reveal an incisor. There was no way no how he was gonna hump her again. Fuck that. Just the sight of the males in general at the moment sent her blood heating and urge to fight or.. expel her frustration on something or someone was resurfaced. Instead, she bit it all back and trotted into view. Pelt was slick and still dripping from her swim and head was held high with bright eyes. "Good evening," she said rather calmly, keeping her gaze away from Cron. If they met Vad's, they would quickly shift away as Smug remembered their last meeting and his voice... and those words... Sigh.
(23:14:38) Vadimir slowly, very slowly, lowered himself into a sit. There, if someone makes him get up again. He was releasing his bowels onto their face, and he wouldn't even feel bad for it. No one had news of the bear, and that only worsened his anxiety rather than relieve it. He wanted to ask. He so dearly wanted to... but he knew it would expose his inner thoughts, his trepidations, his-- "Tomorrow ve are all goink to search for ze bear." He said abruptly, forcing down his feelings with both mental hands. "Only a select few vill be kept stationed at ze den. Ze rest vill come vith me und ve vill split into parties. First von to find ze bear or any cluez to it iz to zend up a howl, not engage on your own or even vith your group. For now... rezt, but be alert." Nida's decision was met with another repetative nod. "Gud. Zometimez I zink zat boy doez not uze hiz brain." He'd send a glare toward Val, like NO GOING OFF BY YOURSELF but it would seem she'd likely have skirted off before he could actually stop her. UGH. Vadimir would whirl around to snap at Nida's face, more out of exasperation than aggression or anger. Like NOT NOW NIDA WHY. Forepaw would lift to press onto her mug if able, his expression stern like STAHP. But no sooner had he fended off one, that another birthed itself in the form of Smug. Her greeting was the first thing he registered, but as he turned to reply in kind, he was struck dead on my the scent of FUCK. Muscled ribcage expanded and contracted sharply, eyes bugging and teeth becoming present as black lips rose and lifted well past gums. "Smug," He said, voice strained and carrying an air of forced calm, "Are you in heat?" Keep it cool Vad, just, just....
(23:29:09) Nida stuck her tongue out toward Cron. Nyeh nyeh. Her eyes turn over toward Val, recognizing the negative feelings and what it bespoke. She'd been down that road before, and boy was it a long ride. The prospect of sniffing out the bear to discover its whereabouts has her hackles mildly bristled, alarmed. Why, what thought reached a good convincing to see this executed? Not long after this occurred did she feel Vad's teeth to her cheek and she'd whine, tongue slithering out of what little leeway was had to lick in vain. His paw was over her mouth. Hnnng, no you stop. She saw Vad go tense, and no sooner Nida mimicry, to see Smug was here .. and in heat. Nida side glance Vad and steps away, far from his clutches; she'd seen what Cortez and Zod had did, and wanted none of that. No no no no. " Hi smug." Smooth.
(23:37:44) Crony's grooming only would be interupted again by the scent of someone familar- ah, yes. Someone he hadn't seen in a while. Though there was also another scent that came carried in with it. Heat. Turning his gaze towards Smug, he'd also catch the Drakov copy struggling to keep his composure. He sure was glad he didn't have to deal with that shit. Though what he didn't want more was for Smug to get caught in the crossfire. You kind of get attached to the ones you incure a sexual awakening in, y'know. So despite how much the lass probably didn't want him near her- she'd have to deal. Snatching the two remaining hares by their ears, he'd walk over and throw one at Vad's feet. Something to keep him occupied- for now. He'd move to position himself closer to Smug, if she allowed, and threw the other one down for her as well. He'd then plop himself between the two and continue his grooming, though not as intensely as before.
(23:56:39) Smug watched curiously as Nida scooched away from Vadimir at her appearance. "Good to have you back." A light but slightly confused smile was offered to her in kind. What was her deal? Did Vad do something? Then his restrained voice carried to her and something in it immediately hitched her heartbeat a fraction and blood pumped. Well, fuck. Why did he sound so strange. AND why the hell did that put her on edge. It was like she was a walking ball of hormones and emotions while having no control over her body. Man, how much she sorely wished she had perfect control and composure again... SIGH. Repressed yet still heated gaze slid over to meet Vad's as he said her name. His expression was an odd one and his words odder yet. Why did it matter if she was in heat? The woman knew very little about what that meant only that it made her smell.... Oh... Could he smell it from all the way over there? Was that why he was acting so strange? "Yes." Short and simple, not much else to say on the point. Part of her wanted to sit down to bury the scent in the dirt, but Smug's muscles were tense and they craved... something. So she remained standing, knowing that she would probably be shaking from the excitement or whatever it was roiling inside of her. Olive eyes didn't move from the Tsar's face while tension built up. Finally it was broken by Crony tossing rabbit carcasses all willy nilly. Head shook slightly as if snapping her out of some trance. Well that was weird. What had she been thinking? Gaze found Cron as he moved to place himself between the two. Eyes narrowed slightly at the male. What was that all about? Acting all nonchalant even though it was obvious something was up. If he wanted to claim her again... oohhhh he had another thing coming if that's what the prick thought. Head lowered to sniff at the meat before she nudged it back towards Cron with her paw. "Not hungry..." For that. She had just nommed on some fish and would be good for a while but Smug doubted she would be able to relax enough to eat anything more at this point. Paws brought her sideways to skirt Monro and bring her closer to Nida while gaze darted between the other two.
(00:39:40) Vadimir everyone's attentions, and actions fell to the background as he rose to a stand and moved toward Smug. He couldn't be sure anymore... but he was fairly sure that heat wasn't something females were in control of. Just like a boner, it just... sorta happened. But that didn't stop him from feeling an anger as red as a thorned rose pulse across his line of vision. When Cron came in with a lapine to.... toss at his feet? what was this supposed to be, a peace offering? Vad made no noise nor initial movement. He just dashed forward, aimed for Cron's retreating rear, aiming to slam his shoulder/chest into the canine while head and neck snapped forward, jaws aimed to latch onto his thigh or back leg.
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JUNE 1
Jun 3, 2015 9:25:31 GMT
Post by Smug on Jun 3, 2015 9:25:31 GMT
FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING
Continued from MEETIN' N GREETIN'.
Nida lowered her head minutely as she eyed Vad for a long period of time. Seeing him and the others acting funny only amplifies her mistrust of the situation, furthermore, she became leery. Her eyes go to the tossed hares, namely the one Smug pushed away, and she lumbers over to scoop the object of interest for the taking. A couple of vigorous shakes and her teeth sunk further into the flesh of the hare. Free fewds. Mmmm. Eyes turn to Vad as he dashed forward and made Cron for a temporary 'fleshlight', frowning. Nida wanted nothing to do with this, to see this, nor to let her mind fully digest. " Swee yuh," was muffled to Smug, turning tail in order to go in search of Zod. She stated she'd accompany Zod to allay Vad's worries. Huuuff. Off to sniff out her rugged man.
Crony would idly watch Smug reject his offering- no bother. Though what he hadn't expected was for the Drakov look-a-like to completely ignore his. Instead, Cro would feel something ram into his ass, making him lose balance and fall forward, skidding down onto his face. He fell, ending up with one leg tucked under himself, while hinds kept him upright in the back and outstreached leg and chin kept him from flopping over in front. At the same moment, he'd feel teeth sink into the meaty part of his leg, a generous moan escaping his maw. He'd see the other grab the rejected hare and flee the scene at this development, and then eyes finally landed on Smug. YOU'RE WELCOME. Though he didn't really NOT enjoy this himself. Devious bastard. He didn't make much of a struggle to move, other than shifting his back leg, using the brute's teeth to make it hurt so good.
Smug paused in her movements, hackles raising slightly as Vadimir stood then out-of-nowhere rammed himself into Crony. What the...? Gaze briefly caught Nida as she beat a hasty retreat, but no way was the earthen woman leaving. The Tsars seemed to love Crony... or hate him... either way. She knew the path that this was headed and did not want to end up Crony's bitch again. Fuck that. The brawler was frustrated to a boiling point and so sick of emotions. So, she did what any sane mutt would do... she dove into the action. Couldn't let them have all the fun of letting off steam. Hind legs would tense before claws gouged the soil when she lunged forward, filed ivories parted and a nice snarl on her face. Eyes were glowing with excitement as the adrenaline pumped. Body would aim to crash into Vad's, shoulder colliding with shoulder, while teeth aimed to wrap around scruff of neck and hind leg darted out to kick at Crony, whichever part she could reach. OH IT'S ON!
Vadimir, once teeth felt flesh he'd begin to thrash, paws spread wide for stability while he aimed to give Cron quite the booboo. And when he heard the fella moan? Vad was caught by surprise, but hell if that made him stop. Smug's sudden presence in the soiree, on the other hand. Now, THAT was food for thought. Her initial slam had him skidding a touch, while he felt her teeth grip into the back of his neck and tug on his scruff. OH BALLY! Vadimir would aim forepaws to strike at the downed male's back, head and neck twisted, the motion swift as he whirled to snap at the limb striking out to sucker punch Cron. If jaws struck home Vadimir would charge forward, aiming to slam Smug onto her side/back, forcing her to focus all her weight on her remaining grounded limbs.
Crony was prepared to take the brunt of this man's frustration for this woman he barely knew- and what did he get? She charged right into the action. Jesus. More moans would escape his maw as the brute began to thrash about with his leg, blood now certainly streaming from it, though that stopped after the lass' weight collided with the light male. Soon after teeth were released from his leg, and he'd feel a kick at his ass. HEY! With the brute's position, it couldn't possibly have come from him. So that meant it could only have been from the lass. Being free from the scuffle, he'd flop his ass away, injury up, from whatever the hell was happening behind him. He sure wasn't going to be much use in a fight as this point, with his back leg torn up. He'd watch the scuffle happening directly behind him, scooting a bit farther away so he didn't get fallen on, if such a thing happened at all.
Smug was ready for a counter since she knew either both or one of them wouldn't be able to resist. Vad didn't seem like one that took to being manhandled (eyebrow waggle) without a fight. Teeth successfully sank into his soft flesh of scruff while hind leg connected with Crony. She used that to push off the male to angle herself so she was almost side by side with Vad but chest still pressed against him, hind paws finding their footing as he aimed to grab her forepaw. Growl rumbled through her and the woman yanked back to try and halt his progress without it hurting like a biatch. Smug felt his teeth wrap around its mark while other came up to rear, hind paws digging in to counter her weight and free foreleg to come up and aim to swing over his neck. With the stinging pain shooting up her leg from the hold and his body pressing into hers, eyes glazed over with lust for a moment before she caught herself. The smell of her heat was getting even to her and the contact mixed with pain and display of dominance caused desire to lance through her, electrifying her blood. Eyes found Crony watching them and smirk adorned her lips. It seemed the roles had been reversed this time around. Good. Thought made Smug clamp her teeth even tighter and head to thrash with a mix between a growl and a moan. If Vad managed to get her down, he would be hard pressed not to go down with her.
Vadimir's throat constricted and eyes closed shut when they both went down. The pain in his neck was next to nothing compared to the fire coursing through his loins. He just... didn't care anymore. But he should! He should. And yet. Yet as Smug fell, upper body thrashing, as her body's natural odor sent exultation and a rabid desire fueling his every action, Vad bit down harder onto her arm, mutual damage sought as they both thrashed wildly. His own front limbs would seek to wrap around the woman's middle, even as they were likely tossing and turning and churning the dirt up into a cloud of dust. And he'd pull her into himself, and if there was no opposition. He'd hump away like there was, dare he say it? NO TOMORROW.
Crony scoots farther away.
Smug felt the pair fall to the ground hard and a moan escaped from between teeth as she made impact with Vadimir crashing down on top of her. She enjoyed the pain that lanced up her leg as he reciprocated the tightening of jaws. Stupid Crony making her realize this side of her. Couldn't she have a normal spar anymore? Well... probably, if she didn't reek of her cycle. Might help. Woman felt his arms wrap around her waist and her teeth let loose their claim to his flesh while she inhaled sharply at the change between them. The air held a much more palpable tension and she could feel the shift in his body. It caused her own body to react in kind whether she wanted it to or not. Paws wrapped around his neck if he'd let go of her leg, almost like they were hugging each other. Growl rose from throat while hind legs thrashed a moment, kicking, but ultimately giving in and allowing his pelvis to press in. WELP. So much for HER being on top this time.... DAMN. She had been so determined. Stupid hormonal body... Shot of anger spiked through her at the emotions while he began humping. Head thrashed and teeth aimed to clamp down around his maw, eye staring into his. It was full of her frustration and lust and pain. Oh, she was gonna whoop his ass for this. Just like Crony. Seemed she was making a list. But she still couldn't help the ghost of a smile touching lips. This time, something was different. A stinging pain could be felt that was new, causing her to growl/moan upon contact. Well what the fuck was that? Crony sure didn't have one of those! Jaws would clamp tighter around his maw, bringing beads of blood to the surface. If she hadn't managed to get that hold, she would have bit down on his neck or shoulder, anything she could get and exact her emotions upon. She was definitely not the definition of submissive. Too bad her traitorous body craved him and the release that was sure to come.
Vadimir, for all his crippling devotion toward all things ripped, torn, any weakness and vulnerability pulled apart piece by piece. Vad was, between himself and Drak. The softer, somehow more light-hearted of the two. Yet he was also the less sane, less prone to reason. He tried to submerge the lighter sides of himself, sides he'd only ever exposed to Drak, and accidentally Zod. Was resurfacing now, and it was with difficulty that he kept the full extent of his enjoyment known. He wanted it to appear purely physical, purely business... but his emotions were too high, and his cravings too deep. Jaw's left to find purchase on Smug's neck, but before his teeth could complete their journey, they were obstructed and intercepted by Smug's, causing their jaws to lock together. In that same instant gaze locked, though his vision was only half as proper, as his wounded eye was still in the process of healing. Vadimir's head and neck would thrash, heedless of mutual tearing of flesh enacted upon them both. All the while eyes bulged and glared, daring the woman before him to challenge him as much she dared. She felt amazing, all the more so because she didn't simply lie there, she didn't just let it happen. And when her arms twined around his neck, he held her close, pulling, tugging, jerking, and shaking her as well as he plausibly could in their mutual embrace, lust, pain, and pleasure wandering over them in insulating folds one after the other, mingling until it was impossible to distinguish anymore. Back legs pressed into the ground, pushing him forward as he forced his entire body into the motion. He had no idea this was her first interaction of this caliber, so how was he to know being gentle would have been preferred? When the act was done and knotting assured they'd not be parting anytime soon, Vad would remain as he was, breathes heavy and body kept close to her own. Because feels.
Smug could almost feel the pleasure mixed with pain and intense emotions reverberating through Vadimir's body and rolling off him in waves. The woman had no idea that these actions could evoke that level of mixed feelings, vulnerability and desire in others besides herself. She thought it was simply because she was so new to the concept that she felt it so strongly and that, over time, she would start to get a handle on it. Guess not so much... It surprised her, even more so that she felt a connection because of these shared feelings boiling just beneath the surface out of sight from everyone. Their eye contact only further fueled this feeling of need and white hot desire. This was not just another humping. Well... she'd only had one other... maybe it was because of his man parts and Crony's lack thereof that it felt so different? She had no idea with no bases to go off of. She met the challenge in his stare with one of her own, the look alone spiking her adrenaline. She liked this... Growl emitted and lip curled back as he dared her and her filed ivories dug deeper into the thin flesh there while he thrashed. Moan would follow as the pain throbbed through her from his movements. Grip around him tightened and she reciprocated in kind with his jarring movements. It fueled the painful ache low in her belly, pushing her to crave release. Was this what it was always like? Maybe her time with Crony would have been better had it NOT been her first time? With all of those confusing emotions swirling inside of her and being frustrating. Maybe she would have to dominate him next time instead of avoid him.... One of these days, she WAS going to be on top. Although, this on bottom this time didn't feel so much like giving in... It was different somehow, hard to explain. She wasn't being submissive nor allowing him to make her his bitch. She did not know if she would have liked it more gentle, since she had never had such. The pain definitely didn't bother her. Instead it added to the pleasure, she couldn't tell the difference between the two. Then she had her release and body relaxed under the weight of the Tsar with a soft moan/sigh. Teeth were removed from his muzzle, leaving rivulets of blood in their wake, while she let him go so they could both pant and regain their breath. Tongue swiped across bloodied teeth while wild eyes looked at him. Tongue would aim to drag across his muzzle in attempts to wipe away the blood should he allow it before body settled back into the dirt.
Vadimir didn't know what to expect once the act was done. How could he? He certainly hadn't been thinking with any lucidity as to the how, why, and what. No, all that crossed his mind was... how much better he felt, and how much worse he felt. He wanted to push himself away, run into the den before anyone could have a chance to question actions, intent. But when she squeezed him tighter, when she went so far as to lick at his wounds. Jaw's clenched momentarily, before he relaxed them, his gaze heated yet guarded. How could he have let himself reveal so much, let such inexorable emotions seep through his pristine, stoic guise. But... who was he kidding? His defense had been anything but pristine as of late. Drak was acting off/was now missing, a bear was loose and had killed one of their own. Nida was pregnant with Zod's children. And try as he might have to have kept things flowing... now he'd not merely fucked. No, there was only one word for what they did, and his bile rose purely at the thought of it. Why did this keep happening... why did he continue to allow this to befall him? At an earlier time in his life Vad would have just.. Tsar shook his head and buried his face into Smug's chest, if allowed the honor, likely staining the area crimson. That was the very problem in of itself. Past him would have acted an entirely different manner than current him. But he wasn't that person anymore. He wasn't alone anymore. He wasn't looking purely out for himself anymore. But how? How do you go from one extreme, to the other? Vad couldn't change that drastically. He knew this. But the longer he stayed, the longer he kept with everyone in Vechnyy, continued forming bonds that became ever-more impossible to sever. He wouldn't, couldn't. Go back to the past. Lifting large head from where it laid, he'd return his gaze to Smug, taking a slow intake of air before resuming grooming. He'd not say a word, only wait until he could remove himself from here and when he could, he disentangled himself from Smug's form, slowly and, amazingly. Gently. He shook out his coat, glancing to her, then over to Cron, before slowly moving to peer at the horizon. That is, until, he did a double take, and froze. Oh dear god. Cron had been there for EVERYTHING. Damaged eye twinged and knees buckled, before he flopped onto the ground with a gloomy groan, curling into a moody ball. Just kill me now!
Smug was a mixture of surprise, confusion, and... elation? WHAT?! when Vad relaxed in her grip and allowed her to tend to his wounds. His eyes opened, only serving to further confuse her as her insides constricted and her olives matched his cotton-candies almost emotion for emotion, causing her to withdraw tongue back into its cave for gaze to flick back and forth between the two orbs staring down at her. Woman was trying to decipher what she could see in them, hoping that in turn she would be able to decipher her own thoughts and tangled emotions. She was getting too soft.... No way would she normally let anyone get this close to her. Even after Cron had pinned her and humped she had bucked him off almost immediately after. It was different then though... Why was it different though? Mind just couldn't grasp at a conclusion. She had thought she felt satisfied last time, and on some carnal level she had been, but it was nothing compared to this. Maybe she was reading too much into it? Yeah probably. Just as she had begun to think that, Vad buried his face in her chest. Mouth opened slightly, unsure of what to do or how to react. How does one shoe feels? Instincts would kick in for her, tightening her arms around his neck and lifting head to swipe tongue across the top of his head. This was probably the sweetest Smug had ever been to someone.... anyone... it was weird. Damn hormones... It was probably more than that, but hell if she knew or would admit that to herself. Paws loosened as the Tsar lifted his head once more to gaze at her. Smug wasn't really sure what her eyes read, probably a mix of her original thoughts - surprise, confusion, elation. She let him go as he raised, wincing a bit as the contact was broken although it was obvious he had tried to be gentle. Vad... gentle? Especially after the rough play they had just done... Well, it made it seem extra special and tender since it was the rarest. A small, questioning smile touched her lips as she rolled to her side and looked up at him. What the question was, Smug had no idea. Tongue poked out to swipe at lips again as the woman stretched out her limbs to hear the satisfying pops of aching joints. The ache in her belly was satisfied, leaving her feel the closest to happy she had been in a LONG time. Her lower regions stung, but it was bearable. The odd woman really didn't mind the pain. It reminded her that she was alive and still kicking. Suddenly, the Tsar was crumpling back to the ground and the woman leaped up to avoid being crushed and in worried surprise. Wait, WORRIED? Pfft... Her muscle groaned in protest at such quick actions but it felt gooooood to be moving again. Fur shook out and a light chuckle escaped as she realized what the Tsar was embarrassed about. "He's asleep," she whispered, bringing her head down to his his crown and looking down at him with bright eyes and a small smile. Wow the bipolar emotions raging within her much?
Vadimir grumbled and curled tighter into himself, wishing he was graced with the sort of anatomy that allowed for him to punch and beat his testicles into nothingness. Oh, how he dreamed of just ripping them off. Too bad he'd die from the blood loss. But he was so sick of how they ruled his mind whenever a woman smelt pretty! How could he be Tsar along with his brother if he was willed into such easy temptation? Not for the first time, he questioned what had lead drakov to believe he was suitable for leading beside him. Vad now knew why he had taken up the mantle, and that he didn't regret for a second. But... had Drak made a wise choice, had he made the best out of the situation. Or had he placed someone entirely unfit in the position of leader? Sigh slipped between pouted lips, and he'd nearly all but forgotten that Smug was right next to him. He looked up at her, tensing with initial start, before he relaxed and cast a glance toward Cron. Indeed, he was asleep... meh. "Right..." He couldn't say he was relieved about it, even if in truth it did lighten the weight on his shoulders a tad. But... but what about the real issue here? He'd just had sex with a female in heat. What was to stop her from being pregnant? Nida was already with children. There couldn't be TWO litters present.... no. If one was allowed to survive, then the other would be forced to perish. No way in hell they could house a small army. Of course, it was a simple matter, or it could have been simplified. Just kill all the puppies. Easy peasy, one would think. But then, nothing in a pack was ever that easy, as Vad was coming to find. Nida and Zod had struggled so hard to keep but two of their offspring alive... how would Smug feel? Would he have to forcibly tear the children from her womb, killing them all? Vadimir was unsure with what bothered him more. The fact that things might escalate to such a point where drastic measures such as the ones he currently pondered were necessary, or. The fact the he didn't want it to have to go that far. Glance with good eye was given toward Smug, noticing her smile. Like the typical tsundre he was, Vad would look away, coughing to try and dispel the unnerved awkwardness he felt toward.. well, everything.
Smug. Curious eyes watched the slight changes in tension and emotion flicker through the Tsar's face and body as thoughts unknown to her passed through his mind. What on Earth was he thinking? Head would pull back a second to glance around the area. No one else was around so the Tsar had nothing to be embarrassed or shy about. Unless.. Olive eyes blinked before the woman looked back down at him. Was he feeling that was because of her? Pffft. What an odd idea? Maybe he shared her odd avoidance of displaying emotions so freely or... oh right, that connection. Guess that was pretty deep. Now that she thought about it, it also caused stirrings of unease within her. She did not know him very well at all. He could be the type to whisper her secrets for all to hear, to jest at her guarded displays of emotions. Just because she didn't show them, didn't mean she didn't feel them. The iron woman just preferred to keep them locked away where even she couldn't delve into their mysteries. Lately though... this group seemed to be changing that. It was a much different life than her previous one. She was not used to support or smiles or even company that didn't want to rip her head off. She didn't have to be on high alert every second of every day and night like before, although her body didn't always believe her. She was bred to distrust others, exploit their weaknesses, and attack without mercy. Olive gaze turned to search the Tsar's face for a moment in quiet introspect. There was no way she could kill that way again, not after the atrocities she had committed during her escape... the innocents she murdered for no reason other than to exact her power over another. Of course she couldn't give up that power, but the needless stupidity was just plain that, stupid. Small sigh escaped her maw as his awkward cough drew her out of the depths of her twisted mind and back into the present. Pffft. Paw lifted to smack his head none too gently. "Get over yourself," she said with a teasing curl of the lip before teeth parted to nip at his cheek. "I ain't like others. No need to be awkward." Her eyes would have rolled if they could. Idiot.
Vadimir was want to continue his taciturn ways, silence stretched unbroken. What could he say? Nothing, really. There was nothing for him to elucidate at this moment. At least, nothing that wasn't already painfully obvious.... to him, at least. He didn't have any rhyme or reason to expect anyone else to vouch for the inner workings of his psyche, but even as he thought that, Smug would break him out of his self induced trance, and with a jumpy, surprised growl, he'd look at her askance, haughty yet still buffered. Had she... had she just V8'd him?! Indignant glare only lasted two seconds, since she immediately followed up with some chiding words and, egads. A LOVEBITE?! No, just a nip to get him out of his funk. Vad's first response, of course, was to recoil and snap at the air in front of her face. A childish reaction that easily said, 'NUHHHH I DON'T WANNA YOU CAN'T MAKE ME' but of course, he dared not say so aloud. "Clearly." Was his retort to her assertion that she wasn't like everyone else. He'd tried to sound sarcastic, but really. How much face was he saving right now? What kind of comeback was that even? "Und I zuppose you're goink to tell me next zat it iz perfectly fine if pupz rezult from zis..." Because it wasn't okay, and he was going to make sure she knew! "Vether you vere avare or not, Nida iz already pregnant vith Zod's spawn. Ve cannot have an zwell of pupz, especially not vith a hungry bear on the looze." It was like putting up a 1.00 breakfast meal to-go on the front of the den. Back paws shuffled as he inwardly berated himself. They'd just mated, but already he wanted seconds. She still smelled delicious, and even with the relief of their first joining... all it did was make him hungry for more. "Anyvayz, have you eaten?" He'd ask, trying to push the subject to lighter, more shallow waters. Gotta keep you're mind off the pussay, yo. Vadimir assumed that since Mug had declined the hare from earlier, that... she probably wasn't hungry. But fuck it, anything was worth asking, if it meant it kept his mind on other things besides getting giggity!
Smug almost laughed at his outburst and pouty face as he looked at her. It was kinda cute, she had to admit. Mock hurt passed her features as paw came up to rest on her chest in that way at his confirmation. It only lasted a moment since his tone was equally as teasing. She followed this up by smacking him lightly again and pulling back in case of any retort. It was fun antagonizing him. Antics were stopped abruptly at his next words. Pups? Psyche came crashing down and expression went flat as mask dropped back over her features. Muscles tensed and all sense of satisfaction and ease slipped from her in an instant. Pups? That one word echoed around her skull while flashbacks wormed their way to the front and flicked past her blank eyes like an old movie reel. Pups? Her babies... Pain swept through her body, causing limbs to shake and mask to crack slightly, while it ran its course. The mention of the bear popped her bubble and she slowly drew her mind away from the hallucinations before she snapped outward. Light flickered back into olive eyes and sights returned to the pale male. "No, I am not... okay with that." Not yet. It was her deepest secret and pretty much her only traumatic memory that could still shake her to the core. How did one know they were pregnant? Eyes continued to stare at him, not backing down. His question snapped her out of the funk she had been descending into again and she suddenly pounced, yes pounced, to tackle the brute and gnaw on his cheek or neck. "I'm hungry yes...." she growled at him, though it was obviously not food she wanted for. Sigh. What a weird one she was. Her mind had shut the door on the pup fiasco and locked it away, driving it from all thoughts. "Good thing I have more control than you," she teased him with a dominatrix smirk.
Vadimir grumbled a stream of curses under his breath as he sought to regain his composure. God dammit why did people like futzing with him? because you make it so easy, nimrod. He was partially looking away from her, intent to wash those oh so playful antics from his memory, when she decided to come in for a second boop. Already tensed and strained as he was, Vad would twist sharply from where he lay to snarl viciously as jaws snapped shut several times, the last two coming close to actually nabbing skin. The whole action, while mostly exasperated, was mostly just comical. Like DANGIT WOMAN LEAVE MEH ALONE! Would he have to run from his own home to get away from the machinations? Maybe, he even considered hauling himself up in the den until her heat blew over. Or... or maybe... Brow above injured eye quirked, and his lips rose in perked points, like the exaggerated faux smile seen on clowns. Ooohhh... what if it was the other way around? What if the FEMALES were forcibly stuck into the den until their heat ended? Face lit up in jubilant joy as if to express EUREKA I'M A FUGGIN' GENIUS! He'd turn to cast superior, winning expression on Smug. HAH, TAKE THAT BIOCH. Of course... Smug can't read minds, so he probably looked like he was being a dickmunch for no reason. Oops. But what initially began like a HA I WIN. Quickly turned into unsettled confusion. Smug's earlier play and pep was gone, replaced by... doubt, trouble, pain? It was hard to figure which was more likely, or if all were accurate. "Vo--" Before he could even muster the will to speak a query, she was already on him like honey on a pooh. JESUS. "FUCK VOMAN, vot iz vronk vith you?!" He exclaimed, flailing about as he tried to wriggle free from her antics. She was legitimately driving him mad. "Zo you zay," He retorted hotly, snapping at whatever piece of her anatomy came within reach. "But if I didn't know any better, I'd zay you vere tryink to mount me." He'd buck at this realization, cause OHGOD was she?! He'd let Zod do it once. He wasn't keen on letting someone else. HE WASN'T READY~
Smug paused a moment when he cried out at her. What? Was it wrong to be playful? She could feel him wriggling under her and his tone of voice and snapping jaws had her all hot and bothered again. She needed to exercise some form of control or else she worried she would begin to lose herself. The memories might take over like they used to... Like when she snapped at Drak... She did not want that to happen again. The scarred woman was worried that she would not only hurt herself, but others. Heated gaze peered down at him while lips slipped into a more sensual smile. The carnal feeling within her as building and it would be her outlet. His teeth found purchase with a nick on her leg which set her moving like she was dancing on top of him. Ohhh... hmmm... Mounting him didn't seem like a bad idea at all. Smug definitely wouldn't mind dominating another for a change. Then he began to buck more frantically underneath her large frame. What was wrong? It didn't seem to be in playfulness anymore... The woman almost let up and allowed him to stand and move past the idea... almost. Now that he had mentioned it though, that ache had returned to her gut and the white hot surge of desire flushed her veins. Dominating growl resounded from her mouth as lip curled and jaws parted to snap teeth around his already slightly punctured scruff to hold him down. She would fight for it as he had for the right to claim her, but if she got the sense that he was completely unwilling to comply in the slightest, the woman would spare him the ordeal. "Just let go... It'll make you feel better," she whispered huskily at him around her mouthful of fur while body began to slide into position. Everyone needed to take a break and let someone else take control for a bit. Even she did, though she pretended like everyone else she didn't.
Vadimir could have backhanded himself for being so... well, dumb. Wasn't it obvious, just how pent up he was? And what had him thinking that she would respond to his empty dare like, 'oh I'm sorry sir here let me remove myself from your person'. PFFFT yeah okay sure. Cause if there was one thing Vechnyy was known for, it was for its super polite and cordial members! Vad struggled gamely for a time, but.. pfft. Did he really not want her to? Why had he even said what he did, if not to entice her to try? His body had betrayed him in the worst way, causing him to think and act in a fashion most unlike himself. He was willing to be dominated, just for the sake of having a good fuck?? Jaws opened and he breathed heavily, but no matter how much he growled and pulled himself, there really was no getting out. Because he didn't want to. And the sooner he came to this realization, the sooner, his growls, while still heated, carried an obviously different message. Fangs would knead into her arm even as her jaws descended onto his scruff, and though he could have just perished right that second, he held in there, tossing away all pride and station. Hey, wasn't like it was the first time! "Let go of vat, my ego or your arm?" He chuckled with a touch of black humor, though when she assumed the pose, his voice became muted, struggling, yet impatient. "...If you're goink to do it, zen go already. I've better zings to do." Clearly, Vad. Clearly. Like...?
Smug could feel the need blossom and grow within her as the male struggled. If he had wanted to break free, he easily could have. But her didn't, which meant game on. Soon he growls took on a rougher state that tingled her spine and caused slight moan to escape. Pupils dilated as his ivories pressed into her arm. Ahh, it felt so good. Part of her, a large part, wanted to hold on and let him punish her arm for doing so since his dark voice caused lust to spike as she remembered when he had spoke so bone-chillingly before. Finally she released his scruff, not wanting him to experience no enjoyment from the motions. Once his hold released, she would slide fore legs along his sides to wrap around hips as instinct took over and controlled her body of its own volition. She had never done this so she needed all the help she could get. Hips began to move against his rear as the impatience in the pale male's voice reached her and spurred her into action. Soft growls ushered forth, deep and guttural, as she moved, neck stretched across his back and chin pressed to his body. Teeth parted to nip lightly at his flesh every once in a while. She really hoped he didn't mind this since it felt so damn good to her. Motions deepened and pace quickened as the inexperienced woman settled into the pattern. This was a much different experience than either of the two before. Much more carnal like the first but lacking in the confusing cacophony of emotions within her preventing her from fully immersing herself in the pleasure. There was no pain spurring her forth this time either, which was a nice change of pace. Woman didn't mind it either way though. Not at all.
Vadimir had been dominated twice in his life now. First by Zod, and now by Smug. And did he mind? He probably should have, it was perfectly logical to. And on the shallow end of things, he did mind. But on the deeper, basal foundation of his very being. This was a godsend given from whatever unearthly powers there be. Unlike before he'd merely allow mind to go blank, for eyes to dim and for chops to hang open as he panted for breath and body shook with involuntary tremors. For the first time since reuniting with Drak. First time since being, for the most part, an innocent pup. Vadimir let it all go. (cue Frozen song) He let all material, faceted or not, tangibles release, and for just that moment and that moment alone, he let himself fall entirely into the molding hands of another. He let his enjoyment, lascivious and blunt as it was, seep through the barriers in his wall. He moaned, he growled, he bucked and he pressed into her all in an attempt to let himself freely embrace the sensation that just felt good. Limbs would tremble and threatened to no longer support their joint weight, but he managed to hold on until the moment had passed. When she released, if she did. He'd slide to the floor once more, his breathing laborious before he dropped all pretenses and flopped onto his side. To let himself be so vulnerable to a near stranger, to show so much of himself while similarly doing so little. Truly enacted how obvious the pressures of being ruler had affected him. But for now, or possibly even, for a while... he didn't care. He'd wanted this comfort from Drak, and certainly had never fathomed he'd be getting it from.. well. A woman whom he barely knew. But he wasn't to be picky. Especially since... well. Clearly, she'd done a pretty smashing job, if his current prostrate self was anything to go by!
Smug could feel the tension leek from the Tsar's body as she claimed him in turn. The woman could not remember a time where she felt so... at ease. Where she wasn't plagued by some annoying emotion or thought or held back by reservations. She simple dived head first into the moment and joined Vad in letting everything else go. She stripped herself of all the layers and chains and seals that locked everything up so tightly within her and simply just allowed herself to feel. It was one thing she'd never done. Ever. Even in the heat of battles, although she'd enjoyed herself, one couldn't simply let everything go like that. You had to stay alert and on top of your game. This though... there was nothing like this. Woman matched the brute's motions in stride and soon she found her release accompanied by a heavy growl. She hoped the Tsar had also been able to expel all his feelings and frustrations with her. She tumbled to the ground with him as heavy breathing and frantic heart worked to calm themselves. Their bodies lay with limbs tangled together and facing each other, each on their sides as they calmed their bodies. Her vulnerability and amazement was easily seen in her olive orbs as she stared at him, all pretenses and masks wiped clean away. Whoa. Well that felt beyond good. She needed to do that more. Never had she felt so relaxed or satisfied. Gaze regarded the male before her her, searching his, and was pleased to find similar sentiments present. Head leaned forward while gaze continued to meet his with a happy and slightly questioning look. Were she allowed, nose would nuzzle his face, eyes closing briefly before pulling away to gauge his reaction. That's what you do after being... intimate... right? It felt natural.
Vadimir would have loved it if, in his moment of bare, sensitive vulnerability. Smug had been callous and unflinching, getting her dues and walking off. But he just could never have his way, now could he? No. She didn't make this easy for him. She stayed, aye, and even went so far as to try and be sweet. Brows tried to knit together in a moody countanence, but he couldn't muster the energy required. He was utterly spent, and with emotions laid out like a map before Indiana Jones seeking that precious treasure. He knew damn well there would be no use to being prim and coy. Vocals once more failed to reaffirm, mind too jumbled yet tranquil. He didn't trust himself to speak anyway. God forbid what might come out of his mouth at this moment. something he couldn't take back, for sure. Like gratitude, or something equally mushy. Muzzle wrinkled at the thought, though he quickly let facial structure relax when fresh wounds twinged uncomfortably. When Smug's questioning stare met his own, he stared back shrewdly. How the hell was he supposed to know? He knew even less than she how... feelings, and anything pertaining to them. Were supposed to be conducted. Sure he could take examples from Zod and Nida, or Cortes, or even Yusef and Dermo. But this old dog, while aware that he had many tricks to learn. Wasn't exactly bouncing at the chance to become a flimsy flower-tossing portly baker. The thought alone made him inwardly cringe. Lips twitched with the hintings of a snarl as Smug closed the distance to apply affections to him. He stiffened, tremor racking his body, before he stilled, looking down and to the side. What... what was he supposed to do? Such things with Drak came as second nature. But anyone else it was just so hard... pink tongue poked past black lips, fleshy appendage twitching and squirming with clear effort as he struggled to reciprocate. Just a little more... little more... li-- "I'm going to bed," He said abruptly, face looking comically pained, "You zould too. Ve... vorked hard today." So sex was a new form of exercise?? "Zank you for everyzink, und goodnight." And with that he'd roll onto his opposite side, so his back was facing her, and curled into a ball. He'd come so close, but.... nope nope nope nope nope nope nope!
Smug watched the struggle play across his features and swim in his eyes as plain as day in his open state. He had no walls to hide behind, though neither did she. Guess she did the wrong thing. Gaze watched as his tongue wiggled before sliding back behind its ivory gate. Flittering feeling of hurt crossed the woman, but it was soon gone as understanding took its place. Guess they were both new at that, huh? Legs moved to get paws underneath her and push the brawny woman to a stand. Earthen-toned pelt was shaken as if to wash the emotions away and allow her guard to slowly begin to creep back in. Work? LOL. The thank you was even more surprising. Well that was something at least. Lip curled to reveal a fang as he rolled away. Why did things have to be so complicated? Sigh. "If you ever need to blow off steam again, you know where to find me." Jaws parted and teeth nipped at his ass while she moved to walk away. Head swung to look back at him, a moment of sincerity breaking through the fragile state of her iron walls. "No... Thank you." Eyes stared at him a moment as he could not possibly comprehend what it could have meant for her and vice versa. If only either knew how to talk or you know.... feel. Shake of the head was given as mask slid back into place and Smug turned to walk away. Outwardly she had prepped herself to face anyone once more, while on the inside she was deeply satisfied and perfectly at ease with how things turned out. She would probably seek out his company in the future should her tensions rise too high once more and some part of her hoped he'd do the same. She was very good at lying to herself though...
Vadimir couldn't even tell if he was fucking up, or if he'd fucked up more, less, so-so. Nothing made sense, nothing was fabricated nor surreal. It was just all... there. He'd done it, and it had felt good. He didn't feel bad, but for several reasons he knew he should. And what of her? From what he could tell. She was near parallel to himself. But words still would not come. That is, until she got up and began to move away. Head would lift and eyes would watch her retreating form, frown birthing upon his maw. Damn he... she... he sighed roughly. Forget it. There was more room for him to spread out and get comfy. He didn't need or want anyone but Drak, anyway. That's what he'd keep telling himself, even if he was passed flimsy facades. He knew his real inhibitions toward Vechnyy. He'd known it for a while. But knowing was only half the battle. When it came to DOING... well. He just didn't know, and he didn't want to know. Her words accompanied with a nip was noted, but it would be her parting sentiments that made him look up again. Lips spread taut across his muzzle, before he'd jerk his head in a firm nod, before laying down and curling up for a very happy, yet troubled, night's sleep. |
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? UGH he was slacking bad, so many members he hadn't been aquainted with. "...Crony?" head cocked to the side, mangled ear shifting back. Gaze would shift to nida for a moment then back to cort. megas... that was the canine that lay dead in the courtyard? hm... Pack member joined and died without ever crossing zodis path. How was that possible? Fur bristled at nidas words and sharp gaze with bared fangs was shot in her direction. She couldn't! He wouldn't allow her! Emotions composed to sheath fangs aimed at his lover, features softening but remaining worried image. "Nida... you can't..." muzzle would press into her neck, head shifting side to side as he rubbed into her. If anything happened to her...to the pups, he'd never forgive himself.
