Intice. Damsel dear lay splayed on her belly, head planted firmly upon silken paw. Resting comfortably amongst the tangle of fur and forms of her siblings, milk scent had become her light in the darkness. Suckling from the mother ship, the dimunitive creature clad in a coat of multicolored beauty had become harder and harder to satisfy. Each meal was fueled by a hunger that began within her depths, a growing desire to fight for what was rightfully hers urged her ever onward. Her nipple was defended at all costs, screeching lungs issuing a hissing challenge whenever a sibling made attempts at her prize - this was hers. Today, after the meal was given from the life giver, she found herself anything but satisfied. Blinking, the tyke pulled herself to a sit away from the masses with an over exagerated huff. Borrrriiinnnggg. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, play, fight, sleep, eat, eat, growl, sleep. Was there nothing more to this life? Sheltered lass was ready for adventure. Nose wrinkled, causing her little face to scrunch up as her eyes narrowed to slits. She'd pass a glance around in search of someone to play with - or a warden to guard her and keep her from the fun! Little chest rose and fell as she waited on baited breath, only to find herself alone - or so she thought. Finally! Freedom! With nary a care in the world, tail held high in a rather floppy little wave her clumsy stance would attempt to carry her onward - to adventure! Steps were anything but firm and solid, a wiggly wobble in each prance she would lose her footing once or twice before growling at her paws "Ommmm!" In defient grump. Act right you silly paws! Sigh.
Zodiak had fallen asleep outside the den that night; unusuall for him as he'd speant the past month sleeping curled against nida and the pups. Prized fetus lay half eaten between his paws with chin hovered protectively over it. By this point he was mostly half asleep, single eye closed while ear tufts twitched, listening to surrounding happenings. He groaned, stretching forward some until chin rested in the dirt. He had a job to do but was still deriving how he'd go about it. He could be mean when he had to but kicking the pack into gear the way vad and drak had in the past, how was he supposed to do it? Would the others even respect him as higher rank now? Ugh. Small noise near the den entrance drew eyes open and head erect, twisting to investigate. Small pup had finally found it's footing, a late bloomer he suspected but nevertheless blooming. He'd smirk rising to all fours with a voistrous yawn. Back arched as fur puffed, muscles preparing to work--Ooo oww! head curved to view shoulder as best he could, the gash from yesterday had scabbed over and so kindly tore open again. With a shake he turned to the pup, curious as to what mama-wolf would nickname this one. Daddy gave a gruff, lowering his head and flagging taill side to side. forepaw lifted to strike at the dirt between them, coaxing the child to come out and explore.
Intice was lost in her adventures. In the absence of an adult to corral her, the youth had grown ever brave and made her way inch by inch to the entry of the den. Eyes suddenly flew open to gaze up at the glowing orb in the sky with wide and wondering eyes. Whoa. Ears slicked back immediately as the light assualted her eyes, causing her to screech and cup her paws over her eyes. She'd rock backwards, landing on her hinds and rump with a growling "Ompfff!" What the blazes was that? mental note - do not mess with the glowing orb - it stings! Whimpering turned into a grumping growl and she'd stiffen, hackles raised with bristle of fur as she found her voice and yelled at the top of her lungs. "NNNOOOOO!" Snorting, her nasal passages made a rather awkward yet adorable nonetheless sound and she'd edge forward with her head down, a soft under her breath grumble of puppy nonsense issued from parted maw. After a few moments, blinking blurry eyes became normal, albeit with some watering. Intice lifted her gaze as if on cue, Daddy dearest just so happened to be there afterall. Oh, shit. Instantly, her demeanor changed - and the defiant and challenging madien turned into a darling little damsel, paws crossing in front of her as she pranced ever so shaky to his side. Bright, big eyes gazed up to him with her best doe eyed expression, feigning innocence. I wasn't doing anything wrong, Daddy. Front paw stretched out and she'd rock back onto her rump, pushing with all her might on her hinds as she reached her front paws out to stretch and attempt to cup his muzzle. Shaking and unsteady, she would likely topple right over- as a wolf was surely not made to stand on it;s hinds, especially with such inadequate balance skills. "Mad!" she'd chirp, perhaps her mimic of the word Dad. Almost there, girlie. Good try.
Zodiak still couldn't beleive he was a dad. All these little pups were growing so quickly and he was starting to doubt his parenting methods as each had resulted in scared babies. Hrmmmm How to dad? Drak and vads parenting methods werent any better, however deemed more results than what he'd done. Nida would kill him though and he doubted he'd be able to inflict such harm unto his children. After all he liked his babies and initially the tsars did not. He huffed some watching the child blind herself against the sun and finally stumble out to him. Nose tilted down as she lifted up to grasp his muzzle, tongue flicking out to lick at the pup in the process. He lifted from her and as the pup started to wobble jaws sought out to grasp around her head. He'd right her posture before planting a lick to her forehead. There no harm done! Cranial tilt was given as the pup spoke. OMG SHE SPOKE! Tail thrashed wildly behind him, although the term stated wasn't one that mamma would like. 'Mad' hmm... he had been mad recently... perhaps she picked it up from him? no.. how could that be possible? He shook his head, shrugging off the thought for now before turning attention to his half eaten sheep fetus. Maybe this pup would be more interested than the last. He'd turn to grasp it, distancing himself from the pup before head shook the limp object side to side like a play thing. He'd give a light growl as he did so before trotting up to the pup and laying the food object in front of her. Lets see what she thinks of it.
Intice was but a princess in the presence of her father - the King of course! Not that she knew what any of that nonesense meant. twas all fancies and fun in her young mind. Mad wrapped his jaws around her and she giggled, a little puff of air squeaking through her lungs as he seemed intent to eat her. Oh, dear. Blinking, she;d scrunch her nose and wait - wuld the great Mad actually eat his daughter whole? She braced herself, tounge lolling out of her mouth with a happy wag of her tail as she'd wait to be gobbled up. Yet, no noms came. Instead, she was gifted the chance to right herself - and that is exactly what she'd do. Though not without some difficulty. Jelly legs were flippity floppity but she managed to hold herself as Mad made his exit, rounding on a pelt and bloody mass of some sort. She'd lift her nose up in the air, working furiously to sniff and catch a whiff. Mad took to thrashing and growling, and the darling dear joined him! Grrrrrrr Rrrrr - growl was no more than a hissing rumble, far less intimidating than a squirrel would be. Still, to the girl she was a fierce predator with razor sharp teeth and keen eyes - and as Mad thrashed the prey she would mirror his movements. Swaying to and fro, she would try - though it did not exactly bode well for her. As her over zealous posture rocked side to side in a thrash to which her head followed - her balance was lost and she;d land with a bump to the ground. Damn it legs! She exposed her teeth to herself only to find Mad prancing up with his prize - cue doe eyed damsel once more. Big eyes of chocolate and moonlight grew ever wider - what was this amazing new toy? The scent was an odor of perfume she was not familair with - it invaded her nostrils and served as a beacon to her, guiding her forward. Inhaling deeper, her little mouth began to water, drool pooling up in the corners of her mouth as she threw cauton to the wind and went for it. She knew nothing of social policies and hierarchy Intice had never ever seen fresh prey this close! it smelled delicious. Despite her best efforts, she found herself leaning towards it - until she literally toppled onto it, mouth wide with tongue hanging out as if she were a dog awaiting a scrap fromt he master. Flat onto her face, unless Daddy should move the prey or catch her, of course! Muzzle would fine the delicious mess and she'd get her first taste as she licked - flailing in a push to allow her to breathe. Teeth did no good at pulling the meat off, however she did get a rather nice nom of a flap of flesh - and she'd chew, and suck, and lick, and chew. There must be something special about this if Mad liked it so much.
Zodiak was thrilled to see the pup growling and shaking like him. OHHH the joy it brought him. This one was a fighter for sure and with his newly dubbed rank to get the pack sparring to weed out the weak, he was sure his pup would impress the tsars. He'd have to get on top of all the pups, their survival depended on it and nida would just have to understand his reasoning. He couldn't go through the pain of losing anymore, these four would make it, they had to! The pup toppled over in her zelous efforts and he tried his best to hide his grin, carrying the underdeveloped creature over. He watched her interact with it, and was suprised to see her interested instead of fleeing like the other pup had. Maybe he should have taken this route with that one too instead of bombing it with internal fluids. pshh it was cool though. Watching the pup gnaw on the fetus left an odd sensation in his gut, an instinct he'd yet to experience. His gut was full of the other half of the fetus and it was coming up. Owait no he wanted to digest that! With the start of heaving knocking at his stomach's front door, daddy wolf moved to the pup--why? he had no idea-- Muzzle pushed between the pup and the fetus she nommed on, forcing her away and clearing a space before -TADA- out came half digested sheep fetus, all chewed and ready for babies to enjoy (yuck). He shook his head, drawing back and flicking tongue across his lips. Well, ok then...if thats how its supposed to work. Now he'd have to eat extra just for them because his stomach was hungry again.
Flayer was stirred from slumber - the activity that the pups did 22/7 - by the movement of a sibling. At first Ramsay simply pushed his way back into the centre of the pile, but he couldn't settle again - and the noises of fun outside were enough to wake the boy for good. Flopping from the puppy pile the darkest child hoisted himself to his feet and slowly waddled towards the great light of the den's outdoors. Emerging into the brightness, Ramsay took a moment - yet a moment less than the last time - to adjust to the different lighting levels. Hazy, blueglossed eyes were becoming clearer and clearer by the day. Now, the quickly growing whelp lifted his snout, giving a few sniffs, then recoiling with a wrinkled, disgusted expression. The place still stunk of that ick the nipple-smelling man made splash in his face! However Ramsay remained as he spotted the familiar man, and slowly, cautiously made his way over with head low and impish ears high and twisting attentively. Was he going to do it again? Just then the boy spotted the missing sibling nearby - what was she chewing? Ramsay wasn't sure, be he sure as hell wanted it too! Toddling over he released a guttural growl at his sister, giving a warning before he lunged in there and mouthed to take whatever it was she was nomming on. I want it! Wench, release it and give it to me now!
Patriarch awoke with a start, tummy rumbling and all. His eyes, which have been working like a charm, scanned the vicinity. Poop, no one was around, at least no one awake. He grred softly and stood up, shaking himself out as he moved to pad out from the den. He was a month now, a big boy! It was time to explore and do some damage. He would flop his head about before spying his siblings and his father. OOH WHAT IS THAT?! He grew excited at the commotion, and just like him to want to be in the spotlight, he ran forward like a clumsy bowling ball aiming for it's pins. He moved, tongue lolling out as he bounded forward non stop. He did't think he could stop even if he tried, his legs were moving too fast for him to control, and thus he would collide wit either Flayer or Intice, though he would aim for his sister, as she was closest to thhe food in question "Yum," he'd cry out, toothy grin widening as he tried to take a heaping fill of VOMIT in his mouth. Ooh, this tasted different. It was much tastier than milk, good god. He wanted more. And like his name sake, patty the fatty, he wanted it all for himself. So he would move to jump atop Flayer, if he was close by, and would nom on the boy's face, gums and teeth hoping to prick at the brother's cheek or brow.
Intice was getting nowhere fast! Her teeth were insufficent in their attempts, despite all her gnashing and smashing. Still, the metallic taste of the scarlet fluid that was sparsely decorating the creature was a bit odd and fantastic. Every so often the sensation of warmth would be felt under her teeth and a tiny bit of said fluid would find it's way out. What was this amazing substance? It was different than the mother ship's milk. Eyes were wide, pupils dialated as she thrashed her head back and forth as if stuck in some sort of feeding frenzy. Shark-pup had come! Growling grumps were heard as Mad made his way to her and attempted to get in the way of her meal. Not nice! She screeched, a warcry in warning as she was bombarded with Mad and his sudden actions. She latched on tighter to her bit of meat before realizing this was Daddy dearest - her feral instincts calming as the realization was made. Smiling girl blinked up just as she was moved aside, her giggle lifting into the air as she called out "Mad! Mad! Ma-uuuuuuffff" Mouth had been open, muzzle skyward in a point as the contens of Mad's insides came to the outside. Well...in a manner of speaking. Actually. As her mouth was opened, she was in prime position to receieve his gift. When he emptied his middle, it washed over her form and into her mouth. It was a nevereneding bath of bile and bits. Mouth clamped shut instincively - what the hell Dad? that is so gr- hmmm. Little mouth moved, nomming the bits that washed inside and eventually slid into her belly. Blinking, she'd squeal "Um! Mad! Um!" Hell yes - let this feast begin. Now, her treasured bit of meat she had previously been chewing on was covered in Mad's tummy contents - GRAVY! She dove in, her entire form slipping across the wet earth as she went in for her noms. Here comes the gravy train! She was content, this was hers - finally! No bothersome brothers or sister to - wiat, what in the hell was that? She stiffened as her brother streaked past, moving to invade not only her space but steal her prize. Oh hell no he didn't! Snarl was released as her jaw clamped tighter onto her bit of meat and she screeched with the food firmly between her jaws. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN" GTFO BRO. Slap to his face was issued - if he did not avoid of course! But all this was forgotten as another sibling came onto the scene to feast on the gravy Mad deliviered. Good. She clamped tigheter and twisted her body to splay atop the mound of fetus flesh. Legs reached out and she grasped for the meat. This is mine. Get your own.
Zodiak hadn't completely noticed the other pups joining in the fray, he was too busy heaving up a meal he'd rather keep for himself. The unavoidable happened when intice didn't move as he pushed his way through and fully received his 'gift' WOOPS. He groaned moving back and feeling strangely hungry. Head lifted as the other two kiddos were noticed, rather proud that the fearful one from yesterday was now fighting over a taste of the fetus. Yay he did Dad stuff right. Tail swayed behind him as he watched the mini brawl open up before him. Oh...wow..fite nite. Leaving the mess to the kids for now, he'd shift over the the sheep carcass to refill his empty belly. Face shoved into it's midsection, coating his fur with blood as he sought out yummy innards. Smaller ones were yanked out and swallowed whole while others got a few squishing chews before they too were flushed down. Gaze would continually shift to the pups, keeping a wary eye on them so if things got out of hand he could step in.
Flayer. Now, Ramsay had been showered with ick before - so when daddy dearest puked some shit up, the boy was quick to release his pressure on his sister and shy away from the splattering substance. Boy moved away so fast he stumbled and made a roly-poly; however his momentum allowed him to right himself and stand - finshing out of the move as if a gymnast. Yeh, that was totally planned. Now examining the scene, he saw that his sister had been bathed in the shit and was now re-nomming on the vom-covered... dead thing. The fuck was happening?!Was that... good?? Curious now, Ramsay stepped forwards - but was again taken aback by surprise as another sibling - his only brother - came barrelling into the scene. The hell bro?! Ramsay was so very overwhelmed. Nostrils flared, whelp stepped back again, but as he watched even his brother taste the man-food he became very interested. Now he moved back in - only to get a face-full of puppy teeth from brother-dearest. Aw hell naw. Ramsay himself tore a series of fierce snarls in immediate response from the back of his throat, giving back just as good as what Fat Patty gave in terms of barraging teeth and bites. If yet still gummy needle-teeth got a hold of cheek/neck fur Ramsay would rear up to hook a stubby forelimb over his brother's withers/back and drive forwards/push downwards with stepping rear limbs. Dirt-tumbling brother bonding time!
Patriarch took a chunk of his bro's face into his mouth, but nothing came from it but some saliva induced kisses. "Kisses." Either way, he would feel his brother come at his own face, and push against him. Oh heck no bro! He would use his back leg to act as a kickstand, holding himsself up as pressure was put upon him. Then when he felt Flay bite onto his cheek, Pat would attempt to twist from that hold. His fat cheeks would be sore in the morning, for sure! Though right now, he had better things to worry about than his cheeks. Big bro Flay was getting ALL the attention now. When Flay continued to push agains't Patty, Patty himself would rise to meet the brother, though bot rising enough to meet face to face, instead, he chose to take hold of a flailing arm, since his bro was rising up on two legs, and would take hold of it right into his jaws. He'd nom down hard, yanking and twisting his skull abnormally. Really Pat was enjoying himself, and right now Flay just became Pat's favorite chew toy. Sister was ignored for now, though he'd keep a mental note to take care of her later. All the foods was his foods!
Thrift wiggled in the den, feeling the absense of heat now that all of her siblings had run off. Hadn't taken her long to notice, nuh uh. Especially considering the growls and noises coming from outside. She shifted to pull herself up to her ass, jaws parting in a wide, pink-mouthed yawn before she blinked and looked around. What? Why had they gone without her? She wanted to be part of whatever was going on too! Toddling away from lovely warm milk station, the girl took clumsy leaps and bounds toward that big light area. Because everyone else was outside, so she was going to be too! The first thing her eyes glancced upon was the mess of whatever was thrown up all over the place, and then the owners of the growls and noises. Her own siblings, seemingly fighting over whatever it was that was all over the place. Nose wriggled to catch scents and try to determine what it was exactly, only for it to make her stomach feel weird and tight.. But why? That wasn't milk or anything. She frowned in what would have become a whine soon, but that the presence of her precious Daddy nearby made her feel that much better. He was making the thing disappear? What was that?? Eating..whatever it was? Hmmm. A louder noise of the others had her focusing there again, and she took to sneaking forward, eyes intent on them and ears perked in that direction. If they were going to fight she was too.. But she was gonna sneak up on them first! It seemed the two boys were caught up in nomming each others faces, so the quiet child looked to her sister instead. Only a few more steps forward, and she bunched tiny legs to try to hop atop of Intice and nab her ear in tiny jaws! She was playful then but sure it could become more actually aggressive, just depended on what happened. She was more curious about getting close and figuring out what was going on for the second than really trying to bully her way into this!
Solveig's coat was damp, the ends clumped together from her swim in the river. The water had washed away the last scent-bits that had remained stuck to her fur. The female now smelled like river water and..well..wet dog. Upon entering the courtyard her bright green gaze swept around to take note of those present. All she saw, currently, was Zodiak and his young'uns. The tykes seemed to be scrapping about. Cute. The female skirted around the family to settle onto her rear end to continue grooming her pelt dry. Slurp slurp.
Intice was the Queen of her mountain, Gravy and juices, Innards and out-ards. Everything was sensory overload. Still, Lass kept closed maw clamped tightly around her fetus. Mad gave it to her afterall! Brothers seemed to be having their own moment, and the girl couldn't be happier! Good riddance - brothers could have what was left when she was done! Everyone knows girls rule and boys drool - hell, even Mad proved it when he released his tummy and drooled the gravy everywhere. The dynamic duo were having so much fun, tiny terror wanted in on this! But...her meat... Oh noes! The conflict! Food or Fight...Fight or food? Fight then food? Fight while fooding? Food fight? Blast it - what to do, what to do. She'd begin to roll down from the food mountain, jaw clamped around the prey with her gums pressing for added hold - and as she did she moved to fold the fetus with her. Pull, push, grunt, groan - all her puppy might was used as she began to attempt to remove her golden prize from the fray. Gravy was hard to stand on, and footing was lost a time or two - sending the girl's legs from under her - all opp! Grunting, she was ever determined to move this mass of deliciousness to her corner. It was no small wonder that her little muscles felt the burn, she'd never tried to do something like this before! Did she even have muscles there? Hmmm. She just needed to hide her booty to return to it later. Maybe, if the terrible two played nice and did not cheat, she would take it easy on them and even share in her bounty. Once it was safely tucked by a tree for later she was ready - lets do this! Eyes were locked onto the targets, ears slicking to her crown as her posture stiffened. She'd skitter, crawling forward in her best stealth mode, which, actually, was not very stealthy because she was a clumsy little thing. Mad was off doing his thing, which made her bark out in dismay. What the hell, Pops? Still, her attention could not be removed from the fight. She noted a spec coming and behold. The sister that had been missing! Eyes narrowed as the assualt was receieved, an ear to her mouth - and the girl would chuckle gleefully. She would waste no time, moving to pull back her head as she brought her front legs up and pushed with all her might in an attempt to take her ear from the sibling and push Thrift backwards. Let go. She'd then bark, tail waving madly behind her as she'd prance over to the pile of bile and find the biggest, most disgusting piece. Squinting eyes narrowed as she'd look to Thrift and motion with her neck. Come here, halp! She'd then take it into her mouth and chuck it as hard as she could - straight for the boys. FOOD FIGHT. Time was not wasted as she'd skip to another bit of meat and take her paw and slap it hard against the chunk - aiming for the poor little heads of her brothers. She'd stand all pretty and proper, mischief kissing her features as a smir painted across her muzzle and a fur dot rose above one eye in a silent quirk. Your move, bros. was too busy to notice the newcomer - how rude of her! She had a limited attention span, afterall. Perhaps soon she would notice!
Zodiak happily nommed on the sheep, shifting from the organs to the fleshy surfaces. He didn't want to eat all the good stuff and be greedy mc greedster. Teeth latched onto a nice sized strip of flesh and as he pulled back, gaze shifted to the pups. Two were reared up in full out combat and the other two were wrestling over the food. Toothy grin wrapped around the flesh in his jaws and he tugged even harder, ripping the meat from it's home and chomping it down. He went at this for a short bit of time, taking several small bits and shreds as attention drifted from the pups momentarily. Only did he notice his surroundings when sol passed his line of sight. Head lifted to watch her, tongue flicking over his lips before he turned to see how the kids were. --HEY What the hell?!! Head looked left and right, Where the hell was the fetus? Loud snarl ripped through him as lips peeled back. He shifted to step around the sheep before feeling the fullness of his stomach. Ugh no. He'd eaten extra shreds for the kids anyway so away his frame went, grumble trotting over to the pups where he'd lower his head to examine the original pile of leftovers. Several inhales were taken as he tried to work up the urge before BING lunch is ready! However this was more like a small mound of meat vs the nearly digested bit he hacked up earlier. Yeah they'd like that. Frame twisted toward sol as he resumed his angry daddy posture. How dare she take the fetus! that was HIS FETUS. He'd let out a snarly bark toward her, a challanged ushered through bared fangs.
Flayer was lifted even higher when Fat Pat also reared up and decided to make his free-hanging arm a chew toy. Ouch! A high-pitched half yelp, half growl was uttered from Ramsay and in response to remove the pain of needle pin-pricking teeth the darker boy gave a few cute lil' thrash of his fat puppy head - but the thrash was waaaay too overzealous and as his whole spine and body also flexed he literally threw himself - and probably Pat too, considering he was also now reared up on just his rears - off balance. Thus, both were likely now sent falling sidewards (likely allowing them both to just dodge the food sent flying their way, too!). Of course the collision with the dirt was a decent bump and any hold Ramsay had on his brother's cheek and the half-hug he was giving beloved brother were both lost. Now depending on how they fell, Ramsay either rolled over and rose to gain his footing and shake his down-furred body in a sort of 'time-out' moment OR the brothers would likely begin wrestling and chewing each other in the dirt. Brotherly love. HRT Whatever happened, Ramsay soon got bored of fighting and would simply crawl/roll/waddle away from Pat and the onslaught of the oncoming food fight. Now, he did circle around to take a curious nibble of the Dad-food, but promptly flicked the Dad-food back out into the meat-bile porridge with a few disgusted flicks of his tongue and decided it was definitely super gross before toddling off to find some Mom-food. Mom-food was definitely the better food. Also, nips were more fun to chew than his siblings... they didn't fight back. Straight away, anyway...
Patriarch would successfully take hold of his bro's paw, but when the elder brother began thrashing on his skull, he let out a low puppy bark of annoyance. Hey!! He would then fall onto his side, along with his kin, and would thrash upon the ground accordingly. His body flailed about, a big meat ball rolling until his feet landed under him again. Huh? He tossed his head back and forth as he watched his brother and sister run off. Oh poop. His ears dropped even lower, and he sulked. He wanted to play some more. That whole fighting bit was super fun. He made a whine, mostly at his father. Make him come back dadpls. He would then stand, keeping watc of his sister. Ooh, she runnin off with the prize? Hello no. He would trot after her, sniffing around for the hiding place in which housed the fetus. Ain't no one runnin' and hiding anything, not with this super nose on the trail!! He would romp around, eyes looking to find any indication of the fetus. He ignored the bile and purged contents that were left by his father. He would see his sister then, and make a huge semi-circle to come up from behind, rather infront. He was a lil' sneaky sneak, and would try to drag the fetus upon findng it, and would run off with it if successful.
Thrift let out a satified huff as she went for sis and managed to get her ear in her mouth, but that fun didn't last very long. The other shifted and her grip failed, obviously given that she had only little pricks of teeth coming in, and her legs easily shoved the girl back. OH HOW RUDE. Thrift grimaced but her tail tucked between her legs as she rolled back, front paws flailing before her the other went of to go find big chunks of Daddy puke to throw at the boys! Oh! Sure that would work. With a wriggle, Noodle righted herself and padded over, paws splashing in the mess that was likely all over the courtyard. Ears pricked as she sniffed at the chunky liquid that was coating Intice, and she curled her lip again before seeing how the foods were thrown. Only, Flay ran away! What a loser. He was too obsessed with tits, it wasn't healthy. KEKE Thrift shifted her gaze to Patty as he went off toward the stashed fetus, attention lingering there. WHAT YOU DOIN'? "Nnnnnno!" She mumbled out furiously, little face scrunching. FIRST WORDS YAY. She was quick to run after him, though her first few steps had her stumbling and she had to pause to right herself. Zod coming over to leave a pile of other food for them made her pause as well, but she shook herself out and continued on toward Pat with nose always wiggling. Sis had stashed that, it wasn't his! She half whined, half growled as she kept on her way toward him, paws taking her close as she attempted to jump on top of him but really it was more of a flop toward him and a tackle. YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS. She was far more interested in the fetus now than the rest of the food scattered around, since the others were so intent on taking it. Should she run into him and halt his progress of thieving, little needle-prick teeth would be aimed for his paw to nom as she tried to wiggle herself on top of him. HAHA TRY TO RUN NOW.
Solveig's ears flattened, eyes snapping to Zodiak and narrowing as he barked aggressively at her. Her own lips lifted, flashing teeth, as hackles began to bristle. What was his problem? She wasn't doing anything! "What." she growled out, the female all but blind to the antics of the pups now that a challenge had been thrown her way. Slowly Sol rose to her paws and tensed her muscles in preparation for an attack. Challenges here never went unfinished and the female was ready to answer his aggression with aggression. Bring it brosky.
Zodiak continued to bare fangs as he slowly paced toward sol. How DARE she steal the fetus from his pups. her 'what' was greeted with another growl YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! jaw half parted to allow saliva to trail from fang to fang before body lunged forward aiming to ram chest to chest into her like some bulky football star. If she failed to move, he'd rise up, forcing her to do the same as legs aimed to wrap around her neck and teeth went snapping toward the skin on her neck just behind her ear. If he succeded with this he'd thrash his head , hugging her neck while he threw his weight into her. Time to show the kids how the big puppies play.
Solveig snarled, muscles tensing as Zodi lunged for her. She reared up, braced her hind legs, and the canines clashed, teeth gnashing against one another. Her paws were held in front of her, shoving against the males body to keep him back and from grabbing ahold. As he went for the area behind her ear she would jerk her head back, seeing the flash of teeth coming for her, but she would only succeed in getting her cheek nabbed. A low growl rumbled forth as one of Solveig's forepaws, which still battered against Zodi while the two were upright, made an aim to jab into his throat before she would drop to all fours and forcefully twist the front of her body to the side and try to turn her head enough to get a bite in on whatever she could at the male's face. The bitch felt the skin on her cheek stretch and strain, felt warm blood dribble down as she caused his teeth to dig deeper.
Zodiak's lunge was cut short by paws thrusted out at his chest, he let out a throaty bark, momentum still having him lunge for original target. Teeth managed to sink into her cheek, not exactly how he'd planned it but good enough as burring growls rumbled through him while head thrashed as well as it could to the side. There was a paw felt at his throat, it hurt but did not deter him as jaws chomped in repetition to secure better grip. Then they were falling, she'd dropped herself and forced him to the ground as well, he kept his hold like a game of tug-o-war, fur bristled and tail pointing at an elevated angle. The female's head started to tug and body shifted; shimmying to the left as he tried to avoid her but alas she snagged his cheek as well. He growled furiously, giving a few shakes of her cheek until blood was felt escaping into his maw. Using all his strength he'd push forward into her, prob causing their heads to turn akwardly before he jumped up and forward, trying to push his weight in and over her and hopefully make her flop onto her side.
Solveig's chest rumbled with snarls that escalated in tone as her cheek tore even more. Now having ahold of his flesh she would bite down hard and hold on for dear life. With them both attached to eachother's face there was little room for any tossing or moving of the head without major damage but when Zod waggled his head anyway she, too, tasted his blood on her tongue. And then BULLDOZER Zodi happened. Solveig would keep her hold on his cheek, her paws bracing and her body slightly leaning against his weight that was shoving into her side as he settled on her back. Another growl would precede the female shifting her forepaws into a wider stance just before she would drop her front half to the ground, chest to the earth and butt in the air, and yank her head down in an attempt to pull the male off of her.
Zodiak snarled through gnashed teeth as his cheek felt increased pressure and tearing when he thrashed his own head. As he pushed into her, he'd expected her whole body to drop but instead only the front did, causing his head to dip down akwardly and in the end he released his hold of her cheek, quickly sending jaws for the neck/jawline section he'd tried to nab before. If jaws hit their mark, he'd push forward again, trying to force her sideways while fangs clamped down on sensitive areas. If he missed that target, he'd most likely be grabbing near her ears/face again. This fight wasn't just about the fetus, it was about the task assigned to him, to get these lazy dogs in gear and start acting like vechnyy. If that meant he had to rip some ears off to get the message across, So be it.
Solveig wiggled beneath Zodi as she felt his teeth release her cheek, only to snap down on her jawline a heartbeat later. Fuuuuuuu. Try as she might to keep her balance as the male pushed into her he now had a better grip. Control of the head meant greater control of the canine and down she went. The moment her entire body hit the dirt Solveig would twist onto her back, reach out with her forepaws to grip around his neck to hold him as much in place as possible and thrust upward with her hind paws, aiming to slam her paws into the place just below his ribs. If she made contact she would be able to knock the air out of her opponent and hopefully stagger him. With her head held in his jaws she had no way she could try to bite at him, so her paws were now her only weapon.
Zodiak bit down hard as muzzle clamped onto her jawline, he tried his best to keep his anger in check but for the time being, was lost in the moment. Body pushed forward to try and pin her down entirely, and when she finally shifted, his own front limbs were forced to trail over her midsection. Body was curved slightly, hind end parallel with the rest of her while forepaws straddled on either side of her neck. He growled and thrashed his head with increasing force, hoping the pain alone would subdue the lass. Paws were felt striking out at his flank, claws scratching upwards from belly to hip that only caused him to growl and thrash with more intensity, that is, until one particular claw hit it's mark and tore through flesh in the same pattern. Gurgled whine escaped him and hind end shifted so now both front and hind legs straddled the female while jaws remained clamped.
Solveig snarled as her body was rocked from side to side with Zodi's shakings. Her eyes would glance down as he shifted, forelimbs tightened around his neck as a spark lit her eye. Her hind paws pressed together and tucked tight to her body. Then THRUST. With powerful force her paws sprang toward Zodiak's nono-bits. Sol would keep him in place with her grip up front..her shoulders shrugging forward with strength, hold tightening more and more as she tried to cut off his air supply.
Zodiak snarled in her grasp, even moreso when unexpected blow to his groin was made. High pitch cry muffled into her neck, body quickly trying to shift from unlucky posture. In his scrambling of hind end, back paws were likely to step down on her gut in the process, not something to cause major injury but definately not comfortable. He felt her grip tighten and heaved his body backwards, her neck still in his jaws and most likely pulling quite painfully away from her. She'd have to let go soon or face a good deal of pain and healing.
Solveig huffed, eyes bugging a moment, as her abdomen was stomped on. Still, the female kept her hold on his neck and even though he pulled backward her grip kept him from tugging on her flesh too terribly. Instead her entire front half would bend forward as if she were doing some sort of sit-up. If she got dragged upright enough Solveig would be able to drag her hind paws under her and attempt to rear up, Zod's neck in her foreleg bear-grasp, and try to body slam him into the ground. If it worked, she would now be the one on top with the weight of her front half pressing down on him to try to lessen the breathing capacity of his chest.
Zodiak felt the resistance with her limbs against the back of his head. Growling, he'd keep trying to pull back, feeling her rising up with his grip. He'd keep pulling for a moment, cogs ticking as he tried to find an opening to be free of her. As she rose up onto hind legs, pulling him along with he'd quickly release his grip and thrust body downward, slipping from her hug and landing within proximity on all fours, nearly underneath her. If time permited, in the instant paws touched down he'd lunge forward, head thrusting between her legs as jaws sought to grab the meaty back of her thigh. If she fell atop him, he'd still be within close contact with said area, jaws snapping to grab whatever they could in that general location.
Solveig's paws hit the ground, her head freed from his grasp. In the next moment she felt teeth sink into her thigh and a low snarly growl rippled forth as she jerked in surprise and pain. Dammit! Glancing down, her eyes would light on her next target. With Zodiak positioned under her, 69-ways, her lips curled back to expose sharp teeth that rushed down to aim to clasp the base of his tail. At the same moment Solveig would crouch her hind legs...growling against the pain of his teeth in her flesh...and let her bladder loose. In this position her lady bits would be on top of his shoulders and part of his neck. Spray spray dribble drip. Now you stink like me! Did this mean she marked him as hers? Huehuehue. Either way, if at the other end her teeth got a grip on the base of Zodiak's tail she would clamp down and shake her head from side to side with as much force as possible before jerking up and to the side. This would be mine too.
Zodiak had her right where he wanted her as jaws snagged hold of tender thigh muscle. Hearing her growl he knew he hit home and teeth bore deeper to try and break the skin. Yeah true they were taking it a little far for a spar but owhell she stole from his babies. Heavy growl ripped through him as she clamped onto his tail. OHELLNO that was his tail! He bit down harder only to feel the pressure of her widdle pressing into his face. Eww come on now, he'd bite down as hard as jaws would allow. That was just rude. Then--what...OHGOD! Warm liquid streamed from it and he flailed, jerking his head upright out of reflex and prob slamming the back of his head into her ladybits. Thats what youget!!! He quickly let go and pulled his body from underneath her, shaking violently and flinging piss everywhere. UHG FAK ITS IN MY EYE!!! He snarled towards her and reared around, curling his body and tucking head to grasp the back of her front leg. No point in grabbing any thick parts or she'd just hold on, time to go for the sensitive spots and free his tail.
Solveig was hardly jarred as she was headbutted in the cooch. It doesn't work so well with females. The wound in her thigh stung like mad as his teeth disengaged, and the female yanked her head back and forth some more..still trying to take the tail..until his jaws clamped around the back of one leg. Her teeth released his tail as she reacted in an instant, head whirling around and tucking to aim to latch her teeth onto the upper part of his muzzle. If she got ahold Solveig would tighten her grip, her teeth sliding between the roof of Zodi's mouth and her own flesh to lock on. During this the bitch would stand again and, whether or not she got ahold she would turn her body and place her un-captured paw on the opposite side of the male. Her hind legs would settle on the ground on each side of Zodi's hips. Now straddling him, Solveig would again crouch and growl low in her throat. Hip thrust. Though she didn't have the goods, she would make the motions. Thrust thrust thrust, low rumbling growl
Zodiak snarled with both satisfaction and pain; satisfaction for when teeth found their mark on the back of her leg and pain when she tore more into the base of his tail. A cross between a whine and a growl seeped out as head thrashed in an akward fashion. Teeth werent able to really scrape her leg but more add uneven pressure as his grip shifted. Her jaws were sent at him and he felt teeth bite at his bottom jaw, unable to grasp as the top of his jaw was guarded by her own limb, however the bite to his bottom burned with the stink of open flesh. He tried his hardest to inflict what damage he could, tugging at her leg until he felt her body shift over his backside and...HUMP? Burly growl vibrated through his whole body, posture stiffening before he tugged his head to the side in a way that would realign his body perfectly but have her flung off of him. Aint no bitch gonna pee on him AND hump him in one get go.
Solveig went, "Hrrk!" as her leg was yanked out and to the side. Down she went, hitting the ground on her side. Her teeth had remained linked to his bottom jaw until she made contact with the earth, when her grip was jarred loose. No sooner had that happened did she rock upward and lunge for his face again as her hind legs kicked outward at his side. Just to make contact with something or distract him, anything, so she could have a chance to sink her teeth into whatever flesh they could tear into on his already scarred up visage. The bitch didn't give any fucks that, if she did get ahold of his face, she would also be taking a mouthful of her own urine that had soaked in there. Her right leg, burning with pain from the bite wounds, kicked with less force than her good leg but she made the attempt anyway.
Zodiak's jaws were forced to release her leg as she fell, the akward positioning too much of a strain on his muzzle. He growled, following her decent to hover overtop of her. Front paws straddled around her torso while hind end swayed off to the side, no need to risk getting his man business shot twice. Tail swung upright and as she lunged up towards him, he was lunging down, sending his jaws overtop her own as if he had intentions of swallowing her like some big snake. He half choked-half growled, Wincing as she kicked at him and attempting to secure bite over her nose/mouth. If all had gone as planned she'd be inhaling his sweet vomit breath. He didn't thrash or push farther this time, no he glared her dead in the eye and slowly lifted his leg halfway, keeping hocks positioned to guard sensitive parts. She now had two options...
Solveig was tiring out, and now in a rather..odd..position her thrashing slowed to a stop. She glared daggers back at Zodi, ears flattened tight against her white skull. Fine. Fine. Her muscles would relax, belly kept up as she tucked her limbs to her torso. You win. I submit. Like that, she would wait to be released though that hard cold gaze would stay locked with his. Hrmph.
Zodiak felt the urge as he stood there with leg hiked up, feeling her lax in his grip. A moral battle ensued within for a moment before a drop of wetness dribbled from his forhead down his snout. Oh fuck it! Muscles would release in short burst, misting the female with several marking blasts before leg lowered and jaws loosened. When her muzzle was free he'd growl and swipe tongue over the exact thing he'd been biting; a custom he learned from vadi. She was still, after all, pack. A few steps were taken back and he shook out his roughed up coat, turning attention to search for children. he'd trot over to where they'd migrated, pausing as the fetus came into view. hmm... Half-ear would twist back, a twinge of guilt washing over him before, with a sigh, he'd grab hold of the fetus and carry it to sol, dropping it at her feet. "You fought well..." he sighed "It seems only right you be rewarded" He'd leave out his accusations, no need to piss her off huehue.
Thrift likely had been caught in a little bit of a battle with Patty the Fatty over the fetus stashed near the tree by Intice, until the adults had really started going at it and tearing at each other. Ooooo something so much more interesting to watch and survey. Any other thoughts were discarded as she went about watching, calculating, watching the blood as it was spilled and dripped to the floor. Huh, what's that stuff? Was it vital? By the sound of both of them, neither was liking this very much and there was some sort of conflict. Not that her little brain could figure out what exactly that was. She tried to puzzle out the reason for this, the snapping of big sharp teeth unlike her own against each other to make each other give up the red liquid. The scent that wafted to her once more had been spilled had her stomach turning, and she could just tell it was something important. Little eyes would widen when, shockingly, she saw the woman pee on Daddy. WOAH. Was that allowed?? Was that a good thing?? SHOULD SHE DO THAT TOO?!?! And now the dark lady was trying to take his tail!! Instinctively she began to growl, even as the fight was coming to a close and she had been silent all this time. The sounds died as her father seemed to gain the upper hand, and, standing over Solv, released his own stream of pee on her! So it must be okay if he was doing it too!! Tail wiggled and Noodle began to smile as Zod came near her, jaws almost opening to snap up at him should his face grow near for her to nom on. Only, he passed right over her and took off with the very object the children had been fighting over in the first place! She frowned, dark look (dark as a pup could) passed over her face and she took stiff steps forward. She was horribly displeased by this going on. That wasn't hers! No!! Child neared them, though she was highly wary of the black female. And a sneeze uttered from her nostrils before garbled noises began to emerge from her throat. "Rrrssdd... Ddddaddy!" Omg yay she'd said something! But she wasn't prideful in the least as her lip curled and she motioned to the stolen fetus leftovers and stared up at him. Little growl followed and she raised a front paw to stomp it back upon the ground. EXPLAIN YOURSELF NOW. If he wasn't quick enough to answer (she gave him all of 2 seconds), she would turn then and little paws would carry her quickly over to the prize that had been so obviously taken from her and throw herself upon it with squeaky vocals uttering out defiant roars at Solv. Tail tucked all the while but she didn't enjoy their thing being taken whatsoever!!
Solveig's eyes widened as hot peepee spritzed on her. Well damn. Her ears would slowly loosen from the tight press against her head as his tongue swiped over the shallow scratches over her muzzle. When the male stepped off of her she rolled to her paws and shook out her pelt, eyes watching warily as Zodiak picked up the fetus and deposited it at her paws. Her ears pricked fully, then, catching his words and she offered him a stiff nod. Her head dipped then, jaw parting to pick up the carcass when one of the tots waddled into view and threw herself on the dead lump of flesh. Sol's eyes narrowed as she peered at Thrift for a moment. No child is going to chase her off of what she'd earned, so the bitch sank her teeth into an exposed area of the fetus and yanked it out from under the pup. There was more to be had a short distance away, she didn't need Solveig's well-earned reward. With a huff of air through her nose, the female took a few limping steps away and settled down with the fetus gripped between forepaws and began to go to chow town.
Adios casually walked by before coming onto a sight that was not too inviting to behold. The stench of pee was eminent and too familiar with him. Watching the little lass snatch up something from underneath a pup that appeared to want whatever she had for some reason, he took a moment to think. When finally coming to a conclusion, he simply kept it to himself and looked on at the party of wolves. After a while, it became apparent that he was staring at them for quite a long time. Was he looking for recognition? maybe maybe not. Was he curious? That was for sure, but what appeared to stick out most of all was that his tail was wagging high in the air for some reason and he had a particular smile on his face, as if he was happy about something.
Yusef had been wandering farther and farther from the den, still in search of Drakov and Dermo, even though he'd never really been that close to his brother. Or any sibling, really. In any case, he had at least recovered physically for the most part, though that limp in his forelimb remained and likely would for the rest of his life. Not that it mattered to him much--bastard had swag now. At least he always brought home some sort of meal when he returned, and today he brought foxes! 5 big ol' fat foxes, one clearly pregnant. He carried them right on into the courtyard and dropped them--he needed to train Solv some more, today.... Perhaps it would make him feel better.
Vadimir had gone to the falls to train in solitude. He pushed boulders against the roiling, frothing rapids, nearly getting lost in the deluge. Balancing several branches on his back while swimming in aforementioned turbulent waters. All that and a bag of chips. Feeling fatigued yet refreshed, Vad then struck out into the surrounding woodlands to find something delicious. He found three marmots, which he snapped up quick fast and in a hurry before they could escape to their dens. Then, not wanting to return home empty handed, he found a young doe and bolted for it, leaping and biting onto it's inner thigh, The deer kicked and flailed, leaving two cuts on Vad's chest and shoulder, before she was crippled and had her organs ripped from her stomach. Dragging the lot back home, it took him a while to get into the heart of their territory. Vadimir soon smelt a stranger the closer he came, a stranger which had blatantly stepped over bounds and trampled the scent markers. Fur bristled and Vadimir dropped the deer immediately, raising head to sound the alarm. No. Nooo no no no. No more of this bullshit. He told Nida and Zod he wasn't putting up with it anymore. And if he had to make a visual example. By Thor's beard, blood, be it his or the intruders. Was about to paint the landscape. "You," Vocals surprisingly calm, jovial even, drifted from maw even as Vad loped up to stand a foot away from the stranger. "May I ask vot you are doink here, und vhy you look zo..." Brow quirked, and he gave a mental shrug. "Happy about it?"
Smug was heading back from the river with the tails of four fish dangling from maw. Man was she tired. Not only had she trained all morning, completed a good border run, and gone fishing, she had also sexed all her frustrations out on Monro. She should have felt at ease given the circumstances, but woman was just tensing up again as the other woman's questions lingered in her mind. She probably should have bathed herself so she hadn't come back smelling like sex and Monro. Oh well. Not like anyone would be bothered by it anyways. Paws brought her to the edge of the courtyard where she watched Mon head for a nap before turning attention to the ruckus going on. The group drew her out of her thoughts and into the presence. Paws kicked into a trot as she headed over, spying the stranger. Head tossed her fish towards the den before pulling up beside and slightly behind Vad, in case he needed some muscle. Wut up? There seemed to be a lot of strangers coming and going as they please lately.The thought disturbed her. Damn animals needed to start treating Vechnyy like they were the threat that they were. I mean hell, they killed the bear, Smug had been challenged by three coyotes and left them bleeding and very dead, and so on. Why did they keep coming? Maybe death wish, yes... death wishes. Her thoughts were scattered but outwardly she appeared neutral and almost relaxed. Taking out your frustrations and letting all go tended to do that. Woman didn't speak though, letting Vad have command over the situation and simply hanging there for backup.
Zodiak noticed his child's rage as he stole the fetus back and instantly felt regret in the action. Woops sorry noodle. Head tilted at her words of protest, tail swaying some at the fact she spoke. ~~Yay~ It wasn't but a moment before she boldy strode to sol and challanged for the thing. Odam... He knew he should intervene but was also curious as to how this would play out. However, daddy didn't need any accidents so he'd stroll over as sol went for the fetus. Jaws wrapped around the now fearful pup and as he lifted her he noticed the liquid spewing from her end. oh...sorry... He'd sigh and pull her out of range, giving sol an appologetic look before carrying the child to the den for some much needed mommy time. Upon his exit he noticed the fleeting form of a stranger, hackles went on end and gaze drifted around to spot Vadi, smug, and yusef now on the scene and apparently they all had food. Bruised and bloodied boy trotted over to his tsar, edging his blood-stained muzzle under his chin to nudge before turning toward smug with a light wag of injured tail. Heyyaa
Solveig's nostrils flared as she scented the pup-pee (hurr) that had splished on the fetus meal. One paw would swipe over the soiled area, smearing dirt as she did so, but who cares? She was a wild animal...dirt would inadvertently be on the menu one way or another. It was in mid-munch that the stranger appeared. Her ears flattened, eyes squinting her forepaws braced against the ground and pushed her into a standing position. The female, having forgotten about the bite injury to her inner thigh, limped as she put weight on the leg. Letting off some of the pressure, she would stand there as others addressed the intruder, who quickly departed anyway. Good. Her wounds ached now that the adrenaline had worn off. Huff. The female would settle back down and scoop the half eaten fetus near, glancing up and around to those who were gathering and offering each one a nod of acknowledgement and silent greeting.
Vadimir watched the stranger bolt like he had a fire lit under his ass. That, or he just waltzed on out like no problemo. Either way Vad would watch, a big confused, but soon shrug at it and crumble that old news and toss it over his shoulder as he turned to adress everyone. DONE, moving on. "Und vere did all of you come from?" Joking as it was, it always struck Vad how quickly they all could congregate once he was in the vicinity. Did he hav magnets attached to him or some other deal? Who knew. Zod was acknowledged calmly enough, the usually bite and mouthing of his face and skull. At least until his wounds came under the Tsar's sight. "Vot happened to you?" The scars that would result... brow raised. They'd look pretty damn fine, if he did say so himself! But he had others to greet, so he'd just say it in his head for now. "Smug, Solv." A nod to each, before he noticed that Solv too looked like she'd been beaten up. And now that he noticed, they... both smelled like pee?! What the hell was going on?? He'd await an answer, and once it came he'd then finally look back to Smug. "Zo. How are your trainink exercizes goink, und are you ready for ze next level?" That is, of course. IF SHE COULD HANDLE IT?!?!?!!?!
Zodiak whined slightly beneath vads grip, his face was sensitive n shit. The question proposed would have him stand proudly like a soldier addressing his general. "Sol and I...she--We fought" He smirked, head turning round to gaze at her before twisting back to vad "She did good...aside from the piss" he'd huff and let out a good shake, his fur dry now so no need to worry about flinging pee. Ugh he needed a bath...Groaaaan As vad turned to address smug zod also turned to glance at sol with a snort. See what you make me do?!! now I have to go sit in water-grumble grumble- Oh well at least now his face was thorougly covered in scars. Fluffy boy would trot off toward the water to rid himself of piss, god knows nida would kick him out the den smelling like this.
Smug watched as the stranger took off without a word. RUDE. She turned away and headed for her fish, scooping up one of the larger ones as the Tsar addressed the other two. She returned to former position, almost right in the middle and plopped down to dig in. A noncommittal grunt was given to return his greeting as she tore into the thing and feasted. She was starved after the day's events. Not too tired though surprisingly. Mon had left her with some serious thinking that she procrastinated dealing with of course, but sent her body tensing up and the urge to exact frustrations upon a tree or SOMETHING - or someone - to begin building again. Anything to avoid feeling so confused again. When she was done with her snack, expressionless olive gaze found the Tsar when he posed the question. "I train every morning after my border run. My body has become used to it and I no longer require a nap, nor do I get too sore to function afterward. I am ready if you are." Tongue slipped out to to swipe along the length of her maw, nose, and chin to clear away any blood or stray scales clinging there. Ew... Zod was peed on? She leaned away from him as he shook then proceeded to walk out. GROSS. UR GROSS.
Monro snorted lightly pulling limbs under chin and chest as lengthy yawn escaped followed by a grumble of curses, sleepy reds floated upwards as limbs gave an aching stumble as she arose from the ground. Smacking lips together woman let eyes dance across the backs of her comrades letting an agitated snort escape her moving down from the courtyard, brows wiggled as nasals wafted over the scent of the nearby water source. Lips smacked as thirst and hunger pushed her down into the valley with a precise mission in mind.
Smug had spent the morning training as usual. Her muscles had begun to accustom themselves to the routine of boulder pushing, tree hanging, and sprints. It made her feel better as a whole. She hadn't been able to go all out this time around since the twinge in her hind leg accompanied by the slight concussion. Her nightly border run had taken an interesting turn, but the fruits of her labors sat in the courtyard. One coyote half eaten - yummy breakfast - with the other two beside it. Damn scavengers. It had been fun though, bringing back the good ole glory days to mind. Shoulders rolled and limbs had a pleasant burn to them as she strolled into the courtyard with a slight pant. Her fur was damp, dripping in spots, from the refreshing water of the river. Hopefully Vad would be pleased with her regime. She had just entered the courtyard to find Monro moving off. Wonder what she was up to. Instead of grabbing some lunch out of the already gnawed on coyote, woman pushed ahead to catch up to Mon. "Morning," she called when she was close enough to not wake the others. A small smile upturned lips while head canted to the side with curious gaze settled on the cream-colored woman.
Monro shifted sleepy gaze toward her dusty companion wiggling brows at her as pads kept pushing forward, grunt escaped her as head gave a shake clearing up her throat "Oh yes, gud morning; I didn't wake you did I?" Totally unaware that her friend caught her escape. Slow blink was given as if unsure of what to say next, instead head turned back to previous forward outstretched motion as lady gave a sniff. Scuttling along woman didn't bother to press for a Q&A session, pfft; nope. Alas she couldn't keep her conscience from pulling heart strings, fucking christ, head snapped up and towards other woman "Was there something you needed?"
Smug shook her head in reply. "I was training, hence why I am soaking wet," she teased the woman. "I am Soldat now, have you heard?" She wasn't saying it to brag or anything, simply making conversation as the air grew quietly awkward. "Vad is training me to be Voin." A hesitant smile touched lips. Smug came up alongside her and gazed at her curiously for a moment. If only she could read minds. She shook her head once again then looked off across the water. "If I am bothering you, I will go. Just wanted to see what you were doing." Head swung back to look at Mon before woman turned and began to head back the way she had come.
Monro grunted lightly allowing a brow to quirk as body shifted into an awkward twist sliding to a stop "Really, how wonderful; you must have been working very hard." Chest heaved as nostrils flared ruby orbs peeling over her features "You are anything but bothersome, I'm actually glad that you joined me," harks swiveled as the sound of water rippling slid into drums. "I was off to find some salmon, since I won't be able to catch nearly as many without some help." Peeling away from her companion smiling brightly as her even though on the inside her mushy parts were exploding, a low grumble escaped her as she pulled head away "I'm sorry for how I acted the other day."
Smug perked at the thought of salmon. It made her drool a little. Tongue poked out to swipe along jowls before retreating behind ivory gates once more. "Sounds good to me," she replied as body moved forward so fore paws were submerged in the frigid river. Head swung back to glance curiously at Monro, not remembering what had happened. "Oh?" was all she could think to say. She didn't think the woman had done anything wrong... So why the apology? It was weird. Thoughts were cast back to the last time they talked. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. "Oh." Face flattened and gaze became flinty. So much for her good morning. She turned away from the woman and looked down into the waters. "Do you know why I was angry? Vad didn't." Her tone was neutral as she forced her feelings down, not allowing them to color her tone or cloud her judgement. The talk with Vad had made her realize that Monro probably wouldn't know or understand why it had affected her so much to hear those words. DAMN SHROOMS. Never ever was she ever going to try them. Lip curled at the thought but returned to its neutral state as she looked at the woman with a passive gaze.
Monro looked the woman over pulling harks back when she was questioned by her companion shaking head slowly "I'm sorry that I don't know, I'd be happy to listen and learn however" watching as she slipped into the water causing tongue to wipe across maw. Jesus there's that feeling again, thighs could heat the fucking water. Snapping from her trance Monnie slowly pushed herself into the water eyes moving over the water watching as the fish below swam in a darted fashion. "I want to know so I can be better, more attentive. Please tell me.."
Smug let out a heavy sigh before addressing the issue. "I had known only the world of cruelty before Drakov saved me. I was bred for the fighting ring and was trained hard from a young age. The humans thought that they could own me, control me. For a time they did. I was a slave to their whims since it was kill or be killed. All I thought of was survival and winning." Her voice was strained, holding back the pain that retelling the story brought her. Paws pushed her further into the water until it was lapping at her chest. Her gaze was downcast, watching as the fish dashed away from her movements in a frenzy. She would have to wait for them to calm before even attempting to catch any. "Both you and Vad were treating me like an object, as if I had no say over the matter. It was hot up until then. Then it was just painful. It made me feel like I was not respected by you. The Tsar assured me that he indeed respected me and did not mean it like that, so I assume the same for you, but you should know." By then her voice had evened out, if only a touch of sadness leaking in. The salmon had returned, growing accustomed to her presence and began to circle her legs and lazily swim about. Slowly her head lowered until nose almost touched the surface of the water. Eys studied her prey before suddenly head was jabbed forward and teeth found their first victim. Head pulled back with a large salmon clamped between ivories. Snorting the water from her nostrils, woman made her way back to the shore where she dropped the kill, head turning to gaze at Monro once more.
Monro allowed orbs to fletch upwards harks moving as she listened to her words brows furrowed as features turned from understanding to solemn, the feeling of self loathing laid burning in her chest "I would never want to make you feel that way." Feeling one of the salmon brush against her front limb sent woman's head into the drink jaws clenching on its back end, rough wiggling sent head side to side as crown withdrew from the depths below. She spat hers out with bloody bits hanging from daggers "I would never want you to feel like my intentions were to make you relive your past, I got caught up in my emotions; things got out of hand." Pulling toward the other woman with a sappy pout. "Is there anything I can do to prove it to you, that I meant to show you nothing but-" Fuck nope too much stop talking she thought cursing under her breath. Oh look another fish, get back here help me escape my feelings. Snap snap.
Smug nodded with a sigh. "I know that now." Wading back into the water, woman reclaimed her fishing spot. Time for the waiting game once more. Thoughts began to wander as she waited, missing the fact that the fish had already began to circle once more. Monro's words snapped her back to reality and head swung up to study her. Brow furrowed slightly at the pouting look. What was going on with her? She seemed all frazzled. Starting talking then stopping abruptly, busying herself with other things for no reason. It seemed like she was hiding something. Too bad Smug wasn't one to pry. Shake of the head was given before skull darted below the surface and came up with another fish. Back to the shore to add it to the other. Once it had dropped, tongue swept over ivories and lips to catch and scales and blood hanging there. "You don't have to prove it. I believe you." She idly wondered at what the end of that sentence had been but wouldn't push the subject. Fur was shaken out, sending water everywhere, before she made her way back into the water once more. Taking up position she stared into the depths, waiting for another opportunity.
Monro stood with orbs rounded up towards hers analyzing features with mild contemplation waiting as limbs were settled into place, ignoring her out-pour of emotions causing a snort before own crown plunged into the depths; her mind still reeling trying to suppress the thoughts. Large salmon smacked against jaws as she lurched back upwards sliding to the shore giving it a rough shake before dropping its dead form, heavy sigh escaped her as dusty woman rejected her further causing lips to purse; oh fuck it. "I still want you" she blurted staring coldly at the other from her grassy knoll.
Smug darted her head forward, crashing skull into water as she came up with another catch. Not too bad considering how tired she was. Plus her mind wasn't really in the actions today. Too many thoughts brewing within her. Legs pushed against the current to reach the shore as mind stewed. She had barely been paying attention to the other woman since they had fallen into silence. She wasn't meaning to reject the other woman or anything, she was just oblivious to the thoughts and feelings whirling around within Monro. She really was awful at picking up on those types of things... Growing up in the environment she did had that side effect. She never thought it could be a possibility, or even that it existed. Leaving her third catch with the others, she headed back into the waters. Woman had taken up position and was readying to strike at the unsuspecting salmon once more when Mon blurted out her words. Head crashed into the water spluttering and teeth missed their target, snapping back together. Yanking back out of the water empty handed, crown was given a quick shake to clear the water from her nostrils before olive eyes found the woman. "Want me?" She didn't really understand what the woman meant. Sex? Probably. Since Smug had left her wanting the last time.
Monro looked over the dusty woman stifling a chuckle at her reaction slight nod was granted, followed by a pull of her body into the water stub moving about as if tail was still attached causing rump to wiggle. Heart bleated with a heavy pound as facials grew plain allowing words to fall from chops. "Yes you," orbs peeled against olive opponents "Not just out of lust, or for physical pleasure.." Sentence flew into the wind as she peered away from the lass allowing rubies to float across the backs of the fish, head flung inward snapping tension loaded jaws into the flesh; splooshing sound echoed as crown slid from water granting the woman a tilt "Ere, I owe you one."
Smug watched as the woman's aura and body language changed. Hm. What the heck did that mean? Blank stare pretty much conveyed the confusion and lack of understanding. How else could one want another? Friends? Even the concept of what being a friend meant was near lost on her since she had never really experienced it except playing with Nida which seemed to meant friendship. Little did she know that most activities she had done within the pack counted as acts of friendship with others like Zodiak and Monro and even Vad. Weird.. her and Vad friends? lulz. Mind was dragged back to the present as the sound of skull crashing into water disrupted her train of thought. Instead of taking the fish from Mon, woman moved a few steps closer and olive eyes burned into hers. "Would you like me to fuck you?" she asked, voice low with a carnal note to it while posture and features remained fairly neutral. She could use the release, since it typically effectively dispelled confusions and odd feelings that had no explanations. When in doubt, whip it out.
Monro felt heart flutter as the dusty woman pulled to her causing throat to swell and tighten giving a gulp, orbs drilled against hers creating fireworks of green and red like a fire on Christmas day. Tossing the fish aside with a squish against the others snapping head back with lusty intentions swirling about, thighs moistened at the thought and silent nod was given as body gave a shudder "It's not just about that" she whispered before allowing tongue to roll against the base of her snout "I wish to court you, that is of course if you'd allow that; not to say I'm passing up on the sex part.."
Smug continued towards Mon as a commanding dominance gradually took over her features with each step. She could see it in the woman's eyes that she wanted her to claim her. Who was Smug to deny such a request. Woman would pause as she had circled next to the woman, a mere foot apart, when words reached her over the bubbling current of the river lapping at her legs. Wh...what? The brawler had no idea what the hell 'courting' was or what it entailed. Her own ignorance made her hesitant on the front. So she dealt with the weird feelings the only way she knew how. Well... there was another way, but she really didn't want to maim Monro or anything. Jaws parted as head darted forward with a low, lustful growl, aiming to wrap around Mon's muzzle and clamp shut. Nuff talking. Shoulder would attempt to connect with the creamy woman followed quickly by paw aiming to wrap around her foreleg to pull it towards her and hopefully push her off balance. If all had succeeded and the woman would splash into the waters, hold would be released and Smug would back away to stand on dry land. "I don't know what courting is, but I know sex. Come here." Her eyes were dark with heated passion and lust while muscles were tensed. She hadn't meant to command the woman, but Smug had a thing about being in control and it tended to leak into her tone or demeanor without her realizing it. If the woman didn't want to though, no hard feelings.
Monro allowed orbs to flicker and widen as her lover drew near, harks pinned to skull as she felt the snap of the other's jaws around snout urging forth a low whine. Body swayed backwards with ease as she was pushed against no traction here in the water which had the lass quickly splooshing into the water, wiggling uncomfortably as the lack of oxygen became all to real; heavy gasp escaped her as crown slid from water. The fuck was that! Heavy snarl floated lip upward as she trailed after the woman sopping wet, shaking out fur letting it bristle and stick out as she allowed tongue to slip across daggers as she drew near creating a semi circle around the girl solemn look painted across features "Basically permanent fucking partner, alas I don't mind sharing..."
Smug let loose a low growl, this one fueled more by frustration than lust now. Why couldn't they just fuck and move on with their day, hm? NOPE. Feelings always seemed to muddle things up and complicate them. Woman was quite uncomfortable with most feelings since she was still so new to them. Head turned away while paws began to pace. Lip remained curled up to show her incisor. "I don't know what that fucking MEANS," she growled angrily, steely gaze cast up to Mon before returning to the ground before her paws. She was frustrated with herself and with Monro for bringing it up.
Monro allowed orbs to roll to the ground audits pinning as Smug voice rang in her ear like a blairing alarm, whine escaped lips as she shuffled away from her dusty friend "Fucking another word for sex.." Annoyed with the current outcome of things she simply gave the girl a lusty look grumbles of displeasure escaping her "Jesus, I give up" she said throwing head away with a scoff "Whelp might as well take as much affection as I can get." Smacking lips together before pushing nose against hers followed by a sopping tongue and low growls "I will be patient, maybe then you will see.."
Smug. Whine reached ears, causing paws to halt in their path and head to turn back to inspect the woman. Permanent partners did not sound like another word for sex. If she 'shared' then what was the difference anyways? "Tch." A quiet sound likely unheard as head turned away once more when she announced to giving up. Earthen-toned woman was extremely confused at the moment. Confused at the terms and the feelings and the frustrations wafting about the air between them. Affection, partners, courting.... WHY couldn't things be as simple as kill or be killed anymore? HMMM? Nose took her by surprise but body reacted, leftover waves of lust pushing through the confusion to consume her, and head whipped around. She aimed to grasp scruff between teeth, not as gently as she probably should have. Oops. Too much emotion. Grip loosened slightly as she realized this and body swung around to come to be side by side. Paw would come up to cross over back and pull her tense body toward the woman's. A small moan muffled out around the mouthful of fur as pelvis brushed ass.
Monro let out a lengthy pleasure-filled groan audits peeling against skull as scruff was taken in by the other, limbs shifted against the pebbled ground allowing tension to flutter away at the sound of her moan. All was forgotten as back legs stumbled into locked position as low growls echoed from chest to mouth "Dear jesus" she whispered allowing ass to mold against her pelvis. Claws kneaded the earth, head giving a shake as every emotion rushed her causing heart to bleat "I'm waiting" she cooed seductively wiggling hips sliding a wink in her direction.
Smug. Moans reached her ears, further spurring the lustful beast within her. The moment contact was made, burning desire rippled through body as if it had been let out of its shackles. Forelegs shifted to wrap around Mon's hips and pelvis began to thrust against her rear. Oh god that felt good. This was her first time mounting someone from behind as oddly enough, every other time had been chest to chest. It was different not having the pleasuring pain of the other biting into her flesh. The control that came with this position was hypnotizing though so it easily made up for it. Rhythm would pick up and growling moans escaped maw. Jaw would tense, pressing ivories deeper into flesh, before relaxing and then repeating the process.
Monro shuddered allowing the woman to release her emotions onto her, legs buckling as pleasure radiated between thighs; Smug was her first woman lover which alone was odd with the missing appendage and all. Either way it felt amazing and brought forth her own series of enthusastic moans "M..more" she pleaded realizing the lack of pressure causing hips to roll back against pelvis as if ushering her along. Light curses slipped from lips as loins begain to drip and shudder moved across body letting out a lenghty howl "Mmm yass." Fuck fuck fuck
Smug matched Monro thrust for thrust as they moved in unison together. The other woman's words caused delicious pulls of ecstasy to draw through her body, own moans rising in volume. Scarred woman would pump until Mon found her release before she spiraled into her own climaxing of pure bliss. She would still, allowing the world to come down around her as legs quivered and heart beat furiously. Fuuuuuuuuuuq. That felt amazing. She doubted she would ever tire of sex. It was just as good, sometimes better, than brawling or fighting at shaking off frustrations and untangling complex emotions. After breathing had begun to return to normal, scruff was released with a moan and body slid backwards off Mon to sit and rest her legs. Tongue swept out over maw and nose and a satisfied smirk adorned her face.
Monro felt her lover's final pulls as body ached and drew against the ground sliding with ease, her own heart bleated as the smell of sex floated away. As Smug pulled away her own body slid against the ground releasing a heavy sigh as if pleased with the outcome of the days events, head twisted turning toward the woman quirking a brow "Now wouldn't it be nice to have someone to do that with every day?" Leaning down allowing tongue to roll against shoulder then to forelimbs sliding a smile at her before yawning "Though I won't lie it was different, alas I enjoyed every moment.."
Smug was feeling rather pleasant until Monro started bringing up the whole trigger and reasons for the frustration in the first place. Really? She grunted noncommittally before paws braced against the ground to shake out her thick fur. "Good, she replied to her second comment of enjoying it. Back to her usual no-words self. Already the delightful effects of sex were beginning to wear off since she had been faced with that question. She had almost made a joke, turning to humor to lighten the situation and avoid the seriousness and tension much like her and Vad tended to do. Silence was the prevailing reaction though. She retreated into he mind with quiet contemplation. Almost brooding. "Thanks for the fish," she said while body shifted to her meager pile of four. Gathering the tails up between jaws, head swung to look at Monro. There was an obscure question in her eyes, unsure of what it was she was searching for herself. Then she was off, heading back to the courtyard where she was likely to devour a fish and settle in for a restless nap.
Monro followed after Smug with her own salmon toted along not as many as she hoped, alas it should feed many a mouthful; and keep her thoughts at bay. Voice snapped her back to reality woman granting the other a slight nod as pads shifted against the muck below pushing after the lass, as she settled down body slid against her's almost protectively letting out a heavy sigh; giving a blink allowing body to drift into nothingness.
(17:10:08) Cinnema set out in the morning to find more food for the rest to eat. A sheep was great but it wasn't all that super and it would eventually all be eaten up. Given that the fetuses were almost positively gone, she thought, and the poor momma slain and nommed on. So off she'd gone to find a thing to stalk. Overwhelmed with scents all over the place! While she was aiming for a large prey animal to be eaten, it didn't seem like that would be the case. Instead rabbit trails were apleanty and she decided some extermination was in order!! She took her time to first roll in mud to cover her scent and then follow the hares to their favorite eating place, settling in to wait. It wasn't too super long before they came running, a pair that consisted of a male and probably an older son. With careful positioning she was able to surprise the first and her quick legs assisted with claiming the other. Hurra! Mm bunny was the best. Her ears had perked to the sound of squealing nearby, and wouldn't you know it her exploring yielded a pair of little babies! With contented tail swings, Cin shoved those two darlings squealing into her mouth so that she could carry the scruffs of the others at the edge of her jaws. It made the process easier, and the babes simply quaked in the shock and fear of being carried thusly so they didn't provide much of a problem. Straight back to the river she headed currently, where the adults would be lain on the shore while the others, surprisingly still breathing, remained grasped in her clutches while she took a quick dip to get some of the mud off of her. Careful not to drown the baby bunnies of course, they were yet valuable. Only a half a bath was achieved before she pulled self out with a shake and set the prizes upon the ground, a paw ensuring they didn't run off. But they were quite unhappy with the situation. Jaws opened and her head tilted back to let out a howl. Momo, training time! Come, come!
(17:25:22) Mote. After her return the day before Mote had become a bump on the log, she'd managed to bring home a pair of rabbits and with the excitment of a pregnant sheep they had gone ignored and she was able to munch ever so happily on them in the morning. Full and tired she would have napped nearly the whole day away if it were not for the pesky bugs that tormented her ears with their god forsaken buzzing. Usually she could hand the bugs but never had they been so obnoxious, probably was the weather. Who knew? She wasn't that smart. Snorting and opening her dark eyes, Mote would present a yawn before looking about her resting place. It did not take long however for her attention to be grasped by a loud howl. It was one she'd grown both familiar and fond of. "Mommah!" she'd chime with a wiggle of her nub before scrambling to her paws and darting in the direction of the call. Mote's paws would shuffle loudly as she sprinted, however the young lady mis-judged the distance and realized to late her mother was actually pretty close by. Skittering to a dusty halt in the dirt she'd let her tongue drop from her muzzle and begin panting with excitement. Dark eyes lingering on the little bundles her mother seemed to hold down. "What'chu got Cin!!?" she'd say head tilting as she creeped closer, nose curiously wiggling as the scent was taken in. Rabbits? But they were so tiny!!
(17:32:47) Cinnema waited patiently and pulled herself into a sit to wait for the female, tail flopping against the ground beside her. A smile came across her lips as Mote approached, overexcited as ever. Ah she'd become a little more fond of the girl than she'd like to admit, but whatever. It was always fun to have a follower who did whatever you told her to do, especially if she was always so happy and excited to see you! Hehe. Ears pricked as she looked down to the bundles beneath her paw, holding them gently. She could feel their shakes beneath her pad, but gave it little mind. "A couple of baby rabbits I found, dear," she murmered, head lowering some to sniff at them before her eyes glinted at Mote playfully. "More training for you. I'm going to let one of them go, and if they cooperate and run, you have to chase it down and catch it without killing it. Pretty simple, right?" Slow steps, get the girl to realize her control before going on to more pressing things. Ah, she'd now remembered she should make sure Mote was doing her exercises, but oh well, she'd already given up the game. Too late now. "Ready or not," she said softly, bending down to scoop up the one little babe before releasing the other and giving it a nudge with her foot. It blinked a few times and shivered, but as soon as it spotted grass a little further along, it bolted. Just like planned, yay!
(17:45:40) Mote would listen eagerly. Oh! Training! Nodding she was under the impression this would be a peice of cake. All mote had to do was catch the bunny and not kill it! Wait. Not kill it? How was that learning? Wasn't she supposed to kill prey? Preparing to ask the dumb question Cinn was already sending the baby bunbun off to its impending doom. Blinking Mote would wildly move her legs a bit unprepared and bolt after the bunny. How was she supposed to pick up the tiny thing!? With her mouth? Everything was sharp in there...time was running out she was approaching wayyy to fast for her confused brain to keep up. Mouth opening she'd dive for the baby ask she did with everything she tried to catch, one of the many reasons she wasn't the best hunter yet. Latching on to the bunnies hind leg there was a rather satisfying crunch as bones snapped, and the little bundle would screech with all of it's might. Carrying back the bunny she'd drop it at her darling mother's paws. "Mote did it! Mote didn't kill baby rab----" looking down the creature had stopped struggling and passed out. Though its little tummy still moved Mote was totally conviced it was comepletely dead....Not like it wouldn't be in a moment anyway. Dropping down on her stomache she would nose the creature and whimper. "No no no! No...Mote did it right.....No...Dont die!!" On the verge of sobbing for the life of this pathetic creature. Mote was actually more so upset about the fact she had failed. Oh no. Now mommah was going to be mad!! This was hard!
(17:57:00) Cinnema watched intently as the girl went a running after the baby, which was trying to struggle for its life away from these crazy wolves! She couldn't blame it, to be honest, she had kidnapped it to take it home and play with it. Ears flicked forward as she heard the crunch of the thing's bones, even before Mote returned with her happy bundle and discovered that it was failing. Slight sigh passed her lips, but she'd expected this to happen anyway. So she wasn't surprised whatsoever. She had hoped, though. Head lowered to put the other one down. "This is what I was talking about with your control. You put way too much into a bite and don't think as to what you're doing.." She would pause, if the girl was still amost sobbing over the dead rabbit. "It's alright, that was just a test. Now we know better, right?" Little encouraging smile. "We can try again, but be more careful. Control the force of your bite. You aren't supposed to kill it, so you have to be really gentle and not break it while you pick it up." Her paw, which held the other furball in place, shifted a little. "Here, try this.. Just pick this one up without it running and be absolutely sure to not kill it." They didn't have another.. Green eyes would glint at the growing child and observe carefully what happened this time. Though the little dying bunny was ignored because hey it would die in a few moments anyway, if it hadn't already. It wasn't good enough to practice with anymore.
(18:15:01) Mote. Almost as soon as Cinn didn't sound upset mote's mood was back to normal. OH! Yay! She'd fogotten there was another baby, and now there was still hope! "Mote will be extra careful! Promise!" She'd say and patiently watch her mother begin to release the other bunny. This would be the last one she could try this with and she had to make it count! Mouth would open as she leaned toward the creature, still unsure how to pick it up. Long tongue would reach out as she slowly approached, it was a serious matter and she'd have to take it slow and hope mommah didn't release the bunny enough to run away. Tongue touched fur as she took the creatures delicate back into her mouth and would attempt to gently carress the critter with her deadly teeth. Feeling it squirm only made it harder not to chomp into its tastey little bod. Mote's head would lift slowly before reaching eye level with Cin, "Mope mibb ipp!" She'd say just as slow as she was moving, hardly audible through the soft fur of the baby bunny. Little nub would wiggle and wobble proudly as she looked at her mother longing for praise.
(18:21:49) Cinnema had to grin at the slow, tediousness of the process Mote was taking. Did it really take her that much, or was she just that determined to not mess up again? No matter, it was funny to watch and she was patient enough to not just release the rabbit anyway. Cuz that would be funny, HAR HAR but no, they only had one baby now that the other was dead, so they didn't need to mess up with this one. Her tail flopped as the girl managed to, albiet VERY slowly, pick up the lil bunny. "Took you long enough," she smirked, but she didn't fault her for speed. "Get used to that. If you're to do anything right you have to be able to control how much pressure you use with your teeth. Otherwise if you can't, you'll never be able to play with Nida's babies like you want to, or she'll be super mad." Because yes that was a super important thing that came to mind. If Mote squished one of the pup's heads... OH DEAR GOD SCARY THOUGHTS. "Until then.. You practice with this guy. We'll call him Bun-Bun. Make sure you can handle him without killing him, and if he does die, then you're in charge of getting another one until you can control yourself." Sure that would be a pretty big challenge for her, but the thing would undoubtably die at some point, be it sooner or later. And improvement was a definite must in this area. Cin's attention strayed, sniffing at the wind over the lake. Hrm. Thoughts wandered although she didn't want them to.. She hadn't seen Tibie in a while, and that was adding to the number of people who were missing from their courtyard. It worried her. Shaking her head she tried to focus for now on this but found she couldn't again. Sigh, the urge was too great to not go wandering... "You need to keep up with your daily exercises, though, too, don't forget that. Until then.. I think I'm going to go and look for some people who've been missing." Eyes dulled a little at that comment and the smile had slipped from her face, but he smiled at the girl as she turned. Cinnema tilted her head a little. "You go on home and keep practicing, and take one of these kills back with you- can you carry it with Bun-Bun? Behave yourself and don't touch the pups, until I come back and say you can. I'll try not to be long." It was with determination and sudden annoying wanderlust that she wished to go, the latter having not been satisfied in a while other than the hunting grounds she already knew. She would stand and turn to snap up one of the adult rabbits, choosing to. Assist Mote by putting it upon her back instead of making her hold it. Better to not crush the baby! Before she would apply a swift lick to the girl's forehead and snatch the other carcass, setting off south to cross the river and explore that way. Yaay looking for ppl.
(18:34:06) Mote nodded and watched her momma go. She would have asked questions however that was too hard with a baby bunny in her mouth. Mote would begin her trip home and prepare to show off her own baby. Hmm who would play daddy? -d- [winkatvad]
Solveig nodded over at Vad when Zodi filled him in, one ear tilting to the side when Zodiak said she'd fought good. Well, a compliment! She inclined her head toward Zodi in gratitude, "To be fair, you pissed on me too." she said in a bit of a lighter toned voice...that being the closest she could get to any kind of upbeat attitude, but then Vad's attention went to Smug so Solveig bit back into her nearly gone meal to finish it off. She would need to bathe as well...again..but she would finish eating first.
Vadimir "Und you pizzed on each ozer... vhy?" He'd ask slowly, gazing at them askance. You guys are weird okay. Then wind would change direction (how thoughtful!) and waft past Smug, sending her scent right into his nose to tickle hairs therein and make him blink. Well. Then she outlined her work thus far, and achievements. That so?? "Zeems like you've been getink up to more zan juzt regular trainink." He'd call lightly, watching her. She didn't look like her regular self. She appeared normal, tone and visual all displayed with even indifference. But her body language, slight as it was... he'd gotten familiar enough with it that he knew what it looked like when things were dapper, and what it looked like when shit was wack. "Solv, congratulationz. I vaz concerned over your uzefulnezz to Vechnyy, but it zeems you are more zan happy to serve. Do I have zis right?" He'd await for her answer, and then began pondering what he could have her do more actively, only to remember that wasn't quite his job. Sure He was Tsar over all, but. He had specifically placed her in Yusef's care. If anyone was to give her direction, it should be him. "Have you spoken or vorked vith Yusef at all recently?" Again pause would be taken as he awaited her answer, and then he'd nod. Perhaps he should go chat with his son on some new arrangements. For now though, he looked busy with fox corpses. Was he Solid Snake by any chance? Maybe. Sure as hell had the voice for it! Ahem. "Smug," He'd say, hoping to get her attention. If he did, he'd give her the LOOK, as if to say 'I see that'. And then without further ado, he'd grunt toward Solv, "Excuze me," And one last nano-second pause before Vad was lunging toward Smug, jaws open and aim directed right for her face.
Smug narrowed eyes at Vad at his comment. "Jealous?" She was not in a good mood. It seemed the pale bastard could pick up on that. Part of her longed to go back to the days that everyone was kept at a distance and knew nothing about her. When she could keep her neutrality easily without any slip ups or people guessing at an underlying issue. The other part had her interest peaked that he seemed to know her that well. Why would he care? Tch.. Woman would push herself up into a sit while he congratulated the other female. Normally she would be joining in or doing SOMETHING, but nope. She just sat there and stared off into the distance, drifting from this reality into her past. Vad calling her name didn't even register in her brain. She completely missed his look and any chance she had at being prepared for his lunge. Shame shame. She was caught in a memory though. One of her first punishments as a bait dog when she was just about 6 months old. Muzzle duct taped so she couldn't fight back. When the Tsar's teeth met their mark, eyes were still glassed over as she was trapped in her hallucination. Low whine rattled through her before she realized her mouth was no longer taped! Snarl ripped through chest as paws came up and dentition snapped at whatever it could get a hold of as adrenaline kicked in and Smug believed she was fighting for her very life. Never in Vechnyy had she shown this much ferocity, likely landing a hit or two with filed ivories. Constant sound of teeth clacking together while eyes were wide and body thrown into the fray with no hesitation. They had no way of knowing that she was trapped, unless Vad could pick up on the fact that something indeed was off. Sorry man for them wounds you're going to get.
Vadimir'a jaws nabbed the woman's cheek, and her reaction was, most definitely, was not what he was expecting. As she pressed forward it gave him more to chomp down on, but he couldn't stop her from tearing a bloody path along his jawline, her spazztic forward march initially daunting. WELL, HADN'T PLANNED FOR THIS!? Vadimir twisted his head sharply, likely forcing her to do the same, while forepaws aimed to trap and pull her front limbs out from under her, the combined movement to send her to her side. But if that were to come to pass, he'd growl out between clenched teeth, trying his darndest not to rip her cheek any more than it might have been from her heedless charge. "SMUG," He'd say louder, hoping to jar her out of it. If he was successful, he would release and step back, body stanced ready for any onslaught she might decide to dish out. "Your turn." If not, he'd keep trying to reach her.
Smug. The sounds of jeering and howling and shouting reached her, as if she was back in that moment. She felt no pain as head thrashed about, tearing a good chunk out of her cheek. As she went down, her own teeth lashed out to tear at her opponents flesh. Frame hit the dirt and head jerked away to rip whatever she had got a hold of as well as the hold he had on her. She pivoted on her back and kicked out harshly with limbs aiming to kick him in the face and chest and pretty much anywhere she could. Froth collect at her mouth as she raved like a lunatic with wide glassy eyes and gnashing teeth, snapping up at him if he got close. Head began to swim and memory blurred until all she saw was black. She stilled, heart beat the only sound ringing deafly in her ears like the pounding of a drum. Sides heaved as she dragged numb breaths in and out, feeling no pain yet. Then light touched her and the Tsar's face leaked into her view. She blinked up at him as he pushed off and backed away. Woman rolled and jumped to her feet with a curled lip and a menacing snarl. Even though she was seeing clearly, she was not in her right mind. Frame unexpectedly darted forward, at the last second swinging head low to snap at his foreleg and aim to yank it towards her before letting go and retreating. IF she hadn't landed the hit, she would snap at the other. If she STILL hadn't landed the hit, head would swing up aiming to bash her skull into his. It didn't matter to her how much damage she wrought on herself, only that she wrought some on him as well.
Vadimir squinted and released a squealing growl as jawline was cleaved, big ol' cherry sending blood to stain previously pristine pale pelt. Dangit, he just had that shit dry-cleaned! When hold was forsaken he'd immediately lunge the moment he felt flesh pull free, jaws going for the side of her neck directly behind the jawline. Instead jaws would be in trajectory of throat instead, while Smug's limbs struck alternative on his ribcage and chest, causing him to stagger and nearly lose his footing, only managing to hold himself up by his hold, should he have gotten it. When she finally stilled he would indeed move back, and when she came at him again he would shift sharply to the side, avoiding the first two strikes, but not the third. Grinding paws into dirt as he steadied himself once more, head level with her own, he'd watch her, curious. "Are you done?" He'd ask, all the while prepped for another assault should it come. He'd just have to exhaust her physically... in order for her to deal with whatever was going on emotionally.
Smug had managed to smash her head into him, causing speckles of black to dot her vision. She stared at him through the haze as he held his gaze even with hers. Lip curled back up and a low growl emanated from her with hackles raised. What the hell was going on? She felt the crimson drip down her cheek and splash across dusty paw. Head shifted to find blood there. Eyes finally blinked the rest of the blur away and look back up at him with a question mark for a face. The stinging pain reached her then. Recognition flickered within olive eyes. "I'm sorry," she said softly, sights settling on the deep gash along his jaw. Shame flashed across her features as eyes flicked back to his. Well shit. What had she done now? Her chest felt tight and heart beat much too rapidly as adrenaline still pumped through her. Mind swam in dizziness and she turned away to let loose a hacking cough. Blood and spit was all that came out. Luckily she hadn't lost her supper. Those psychotic episodes tended to take a lot out of someone. "I am not worthy of rank Soldat, I withdraw from training." She was just a puddle of negative emotion right now. What if it had been a newbie or a pup that she had spazzed out on? Woman turned on shaky limbs to walk away, heading out into the forest. Though it was likely she would be stopped before getting far at all.
Vadimir waited for his answer, and growled with fangs bared when he got a questioning look. What game was she playing? She had just rekt his face and he HADN'T CHOKED A BITCH, and that was her reaction?! It took her apology for him to realize... oh. None of that had been intentional. But that just raised more question than it sealed. "Vot are you talkink about? Vot vaz zat all even for?" Sure he had tried to instigate a spar to get shit off her mind, but this reaction wasn't what he'd been expecting at all, and didn't have a clue what it was supposed to mean. Despite what one may think, Vadimir, brink of insanity brawling red death Vadimir. Prided himself in having excellent self control... in battle, anyway. He only recalled one instance when he flew into a blind rage, and that was when he had been in captivity. How his 'owners' had died. Was this the same? Face turned to one of disbelief at her next words, and turn-away had him barreling toward her, blood streaming like some royal banner on the wind as he aimed to slam the flat of his skull right into the crook of her leg, and if he succeeded he'd grab hold of it and continue his forward run, trying to knock her right on her ass. "I zought you zaid you were goink to vork on zat?" He'd say if he had succeeded, voice stern and chilled. Brow furrowed, gaze judging, evaluating. "Zat you vere goink to better yourzelf," He'd circle her, neck arched and limbs bent in a prowling gait. "Zat you vere goink to be zere for me? Vere zese not your very vordz?" He'd stop at her head, tilting his only subtly. "Vere you lyink?" He'd hold the question in the air for a long minute, and if she did not respond, or her response didn't subject a change of his own, he'd say, "Zere are only two vayz to change rank. Eizer you get beaten und demoted, or you are keeled. I'm not lowering myzelf to Soldat for anyvon." He'd lean in, voice dropping to a deadly hush. "Are you askink me to keel you?, Und if zo. Vhat iz your reazon?"
Smug stared at his gash, yearning to make it all better. But she couldn't, so she apologized. His question struck stakes through her chest for some reason. She had no answer so she supplied none. She heard him coming at her when she turned away and braced herself for impact, allowing him to get his hold and roll with it to fall to the ground. Pain struck through her limb and side. Woman suppressed a moan at the pain but a sigh came through. Maybe all she needed was a good old beatdown to fix her up. She hadn't had a punishing in a long time. Had no reason to receive one during her time at Vechnyy thus far. His piercing questions drove the air from her lungs and constricted her throat. They hurt in a different kind of pain, one she had never known and definitely did NOT like. Head kept into the dirt though lip was curled. She was having a hard time just laying there but knew attacking would get her no where when her heart wasn't in it. Head whipped up to a mere few inches from his face and gaze stared boldly into his. "You don't need a broken woman. How can you rely or trust me, hmm? I was not lying, I believed I could....." Olive eyes averted but head remained still as voice trailed off. "I still want to," she continued with a furrowed brow. She was confused now as the intermingled and complex feelings swirled around once more. Fuck this. He don't care for no feelings. He don't care bout you woman. That's what her subconscious screamed at her anyways. "Why won't you beat me?" She challenged him. "I would die for you but not by your hand, not yet anyways." If she did something truly unforgivable to him, then maybe. With a fight of course. She was just a bipolar mess during this convo, switching from bold to morose to determined to masochistic. SIGH.
Vadimir watched her lay limp in the dirt, scorn curling his lip, though for now he'd suppress it. Remember Vad, you're supposed to be nice and fluffy now! When her face came within inches of his, he'd aim to press his nose against hers. His eyes clearly said, 'give me everything' Was she going to rage, going to sob, going to do both? Bring it the hell on then. He wasn't scared of this blubbery shit anymore. "I zure az hell don't. Nor do you need to be von." He'd say nonchalantly, like it was the most obvious thing in the universe. If you didn't want to be something, YOU DIDN'T BE IT. Simplest shit ever yo. When she claimed to not be lying, that she woulda, coulda, shoulda. Vadimir scoffed and removed himself from their proximity, given that she'd allowed it, and jerked his head definitively. "Zen get up und do vot you vant, instead of cripplink yourzelf over vether or not you can." She was acting like she had already lost. Lost to what? Her past? Fuck that shit! Vadimir quirked a brow as she questioned him hotly. Why indeed? "Vot vould be ze point?" He drawled, kicking dirt away from her. "You're already at my feet, beaten und defeated by none ozer zen yourzelf. Anyzink I did vould be pointlezz, don't you zink? Bezides," Here his eyes lit up and he'd snap his jaws for emphasis, "Vot iz ze point of sullyink my pawz for von who already believez zemselves to be a corpse?" Had she not already reacted yet he would briefly rear to slam forepaws against the ground. "If you still believe you can, zen get up und quit vallowink in your own pit of zelf induced mizery. Zose hoomanz who hurt you aren't here anymore, zey cannot hurt you any longer. Ze only vey zey can, iz if you let zem." That WAS what this was all about, right? The humans? He assumed as much. "Do you vant to give zem zat satisfaction?" He'd smile, pressing in close once more to whisper, "Do you vant zem to win...?" Vadimir also screams on the inside cause smiling and stretching mouth movement to speak pulls on the wound and OWWWWWW
Smug was startled when he drew his face close and nose touched hers. What...the...hell? It created weird sensations within her again. Sigh. Conflicted eyes stared back at him until he moved to pull away from the contact in which she would surge up and aim to snap dentition around his muzzle in the same way he had the last time... Eyes had a renewed fire in them as he scoffed her. Why indeed was she being so pathetic? Body continued to move up and forward after a moment of growling glare, had she even landed the hit or not, and aim to press chest to his. Hold would be released if she'd been successful and she would growl, head side be side to his if he allowed it so single eye could stare into his. "It would feel damn good though," she said darkly. Paws would aim to launch upward and wrap around his neck while chin remained pressed to her throat to protect it, lip curled. "Thank you for the pep talk, Vadimir." She basically purred his name before snarling and aiming to clamp jaws around side of his neck.
Vadimir blinked when his muzzle was grabbed, but he'd wait to see what she did next. She was mighty unpredictable when she was like this... but even with that knowledge there was no WAY in hell he saw this coming. Yet he wasn't even surprised. Not in the long run. Brief flicker of WTF, before it all just died down and withered into your every day :I face. He felt teeth sink into his neck, and he reared and chose to bite into hers in return. Are we doing this now, really? "Are you tryink to get punished now?" He'd ask through a clump of flesh and fur, had he gained it, and chose to wrap arms around her waist. Welp, if they were gonna dance. Least he should be a gentleman about this! "Vot are you after here..." Had his first question not garnered a satisfactory response in return, that would be the one up next. Though he flexed and kept legs bent to better keep his balance, overall he didn't defend nor wholly offend. He really had little clue where she was going with this, though if history was any indication.... eugh.
Smug let out a growling moan as she felt teeth find her neck. Too bad he didn't have opposable thumbs to chain her or beat her. He seemed to pick up on where she was going, though the question caused her hold to be relinquished had head pull back. It felt good to have his reciprocation but she was torn. "Nah, forget it." Woman would answer, retreating back behind her mask of neutrality. Smug threw her weight to the side in an attempt to throw them both off balance. It likely succeeded given their position. Once in the dirt she would aim to pull from his grasp and replace paws to the Earth, hoping he complied. "You don't need none of my fucked up shit. I'm here for you, but there ain't any obligation the other way around." Had she successfully pulled from his grasp, woman would back away a few paces while she regained control over her breathing and pounding heart. Why were emotions so much harder to wrestle than physical? Whether or not he let go of her would decide her next course of action.
Vadimir blinked. Just as soon as it had started, it was already ending. She flopped them both over, Vadimir wincing in pain as the sudden movement caused jaw to tremble, which in turn made him clench, which of course caused more pain and blood to course down his face. He almost wanted to give her what she wanted. Beat her to a pulp for being so feeble and giving him a wound when he'd only been trying to help. But what kind of petty nonsense was that? When she moved to stand, to pull away. He'd keep her there a moment longer, eyes hard as steel. "Runnink avay again, Smug?" He wasn't pulling any punches this time around. If she was going to reach her potential, get what she was after from Vechnyy. She had to find some sort of revolution for herself. Of course, he knew this was no easy task. He'd only just come out the other side of it himself. But... it still was what it was. Depending on her reaction, Vad would likely release her, rolling onto his stomach with evident difficulty. This... this booboo was going to smart for a while, he could see that now. Should she choose to depart, he would set about cleaning his wound, prim, proper, and on the outside, entirely unphased by it all. On the inside? Disgruntled, grumpy, and frustrated. Blegh.
Smug let out a deep sigh when he kept his hold on her, his steely gaze met with a conflicted one. Why was he doing this huh? "What am I supposed to say that I haven't already? Feelings are shit and I don't want them." She curled her lip, aimed at herself more than him, while gaze flicked away. She lay there with him in the odd embrace as the silence grew between them. "Monro asked to court me.... What does that even mean?" Head shifted to look at him, almost embarrassed. Her lack of knowledge on the subject made her frustrated and uncomfortable. Her olive eyes searched his face while she wondered at the implications. Mon had said that meant permanent... The idea was daunting. She didn't even know what the hell anything more than sex was. Or friendship for that matter. Was she friends with Vad? Zod? Cron? Questions and uncertainty were clear on her face. Whether or not he had moved away by this point, gaze would find the weeping gash that bled crimson all over them. Her own wound was in a likely similar shape considering how hard she had pulled from him. Oddly enough, she was numb besides a light stinging. There was just nothing. Emotional exhaustion she supposed. Another sigh rippled the air. "Let me clean that for you?" She asked, gaze flicking between his eyes.
Vadimir "Zay vot iz on your mind, instead of dismissink it?" Hypocrite much Vadimir? "You cannot accomplish your tasks if you're too strunk up on ozer...." He slowed and eventually stopped as Smug spilled the beans. Holy crap. He hadn't expected it to come out like that, much less in those words. So flummoxed was he that he temporarily forgot about his booboo. Mon wanted to court her...? Huh. He remembered dimly her being possessive over Smug, though at the time he had assumed it to be from high passion. So there had been more to it....? "....It meanz zat she vantz you to be her..." How to say it... "Mate. You know how me und Drak are alphaz, how Cinn iz queen? Vell, imagine two alphaz. But zey are only for each ozer. Zey mate vith each ozer, hunt for each ozer... it's like beink in a pack of juzt two, und you give your loyaltiez to each ozer, or zomezink." This was a horrible explanation, but. Vad wasn't really the best person to ask, considering he'd never had such a relationship before in his life! "Mozt timez in packz you vill find matez amongst ze alphaz, und vith permission ze lower ranks are allowed mates az vell." GAH he needed some kind of relevant example! ..... "Like Nida und Zod. Zey are matez." Yes dump this shit on them so she can ask someone way more in the know than he, without him having to actually admit to being as clueless as she! MWEHEHEHE. "Oh... zure I guezz. Do you vant her to court you?" He'd hold still for her to groom his wound, should she do so, but now his curiosity was with this whole mate thing. It was equally new to him too, and he wanted all the dirt. All of it!
Smug's eyes narrowed at him slightly. As if he always did that.... Tch. She cut him off withe her inquiry. Mate? Eyes widened and blinked slowly as she tried to digest his words. Two alphas... Cinn and Vad didn't seem like mates... and Vad and Drak were brothers. Wait, could brothers be mates? "Sounds... scary but umm nice?" She had no idea really how to answer to his explanation. It had opened up many more doors than it had closed. Frankly she was too tired after the events of the day to argue much so she much more freely displayed her emotions on her face and spoke her mind. "Soooo...." gears turned in her mind as she tried to work things out, "Who is your mate? Is it Drak? But you're brothers... but you only seem to have loyalty like that for him. Or wait... Zod... you said you loved him. But he has Nida...." she trailed on, thinking out loud. Man, just shut up will you? "I'm confused..." When he burst through her thoughts to accept her administrations, she gladly tackled the task to try and stop blabbing. Smug shuffled closer and head leaned in to allow tongue to swipe over the wound. There was a lot of bleeding... Oops. "Sorry about this. You can pay me back if you want..." She pulled back with a light smile before continuing to lick it clean.
Vadimir shrugged. "Fuck if I know, never had von." Had never had any interest to have one. They seemed.. constricting, long winded. Bad? Mm, not exactly. Just didn't figure it was his cup of tea. Some seemed to enjoy it, and he was fine with what he saw. Why, thanks to Nida and Zod. It actually looked far more tasteful and laid back. Didn't mean he knew shit about it or wanted to learn, though. Beyond observation, of course! "Vot? No." He'd say quickly, twisting in the effort of mouthing her muzzle, though he'd quit when owwy boboo hurts much. "Ve are alphaz to ze pack, not.. only to each ozer." See, this is why you should evaluate your explanations and advice better. You wouldn't be stuck with such sucky scenarios had you just thought this out! "I do not have a mate. Never had von. Drak iz my brozer, und Cinn iz..." Puff of air in inner defeat. Just be out wit it brah. "Family. Like all of you." There, said it. NOW CLEAN MY CORNS BIOCH.
Smug couldn't get a read on him while he talked. If she were capable of blushing, she would have as he mouthed her muzzle. Of course not, why would she even suggest that. She listened intently the whole time and it seemed to make a little more sense by the end. She pulled head back to look at him once more, question and confusion in her eyes. "Why not?" Oh shit... did she really just ask that? Stupid... Skull swung to look away before turning back to try and staunch the bleeding once more. Suddenly she remembered another detail. "Also, Monro said that she wouldn't mind sharing... How does sharing work if mates means to be devoted to one person and one person alone?" Brows had furrowed as paws shifted in the dirt and she pulled back to inspect his face again. "Wait, I'm family?" The term stirred mixed emotions within her though they were too jumbled to be readable. "I've never had family.... I was always alone." Thoughts drifted back through lonely memories lying in her cage in the dark. No one had been there to clean her wounds or... whatever else family meant....? She suppressed the urge to ask as she had begun to ask too many. The Tsar had told her to speak her mind but he was probably getting annoyed with her. There was a reason she mostly kept to herself and spoke little.
Vadimir sighed. "I've never found anyvon, okay? I've never been given a reazon to vant only von." Well, he had... but he wasn't going to talk about that. That was a convoluted mess enough on its own... especially without the aid of shrooms. Ugh. When Smug described Mon's admittance to being A-okay with an open relationship, he snorted. What was the points of being mates then?! Defeated what little purpose he knew of it. Either fuck everyone, or fuck only one. Wasn't rocket science! "Zometimes zey do zat. Traditionally matez are only two, but you'll get ze odd couple who iz fine vith matink outside of von anozer... frankly I find it all pointlezz. Eizer take von, or all. Claimink to have von, vhen you clearly fuck ozers juzt fine. Defeats ze entire purpoze." Sour grumpy ol' Vadimir. Her next question had him looking at her a moment, before he swung up a paw aimed to bop her on the snoot. "Vot elze vould you be?! Vould I let zis," He'd jut out his lower jaw so that it was in her face, "Happen to me vithout rippink ze von who did it apart, if you VEREN'T family?" When clarification set in, her living conditions back with humans. Right. While Vad had had Drak, and had thus maintained some form of safety net, assurance, what have you. Smug had grown up entirely bereft of such things. Huh... "It might take a vhile, but you'll get uzed to it. Juzt remember if you're goink to be a provider for ozers, you can't alvayz be tusslink vith yourzelf, da?" See? He could say reasonable things sometimes, yay!
Smug nodded slowly as his words made perfect sense to her given his definition of courting and mates. "That does seem pointless...." Eyes were distant as she pondered the thought. So does that mean Monro didn't really want to court? Woman didn't like the idea of taking part in something of that caliber and doing it wrong by having it mean nothing. There was no point. "So what does she want then....? I don't want to court if it means nothing.... Well, how do you know who's the right person to court anyways?" Mind had been pulled out of the clouds and curious and questioning gaze sought his once again. His boop took her by surprise and she blinked at him confused. Oh. Nose would reach out to touch the flesh just above the wound apologetically. Oops. Ah well, he'd get over it. And if he really wanted, she was sure there would be ample opportunity for her to be marked as well if he really wanted to. "Agh... sorry for annoying you with all of these... ponderings. I'm sure there are better things a Tsar should be doing with his time than this." She said with a slight shake of her head as he started talking about getting used to it. She began to pull away again, shifting to give him some room and peace if he wanted it and let her move. If not, well that was alright too.That was the part of herself that she had the most doubt about. If she could ever love or be properly loved. Or even effing understand what love meant. Whether it was true friendship or mates or family. The Tsar had told Drak, Cinn, Yus, and Zod he'd loved them, so obviously she hadn't quite breached that invisible circle yet. It didn't bother her too much though since she was so insecure with the idea anyways. I mean.... look how she had handled Mon's confession! When in doubt, whip it out.
Vadimir had apparently become the advice guru without even realizing. How that had happened and when escaped him, but considering he was already knee-deep in the myre, he might as well dive the rest of the way in. Considering how sensitive Smug was at the moment, the last thing he wanted to do was shatter the slowly reforming bonds of her comfort. Why make himself have to work from ground zero all over again? "It might be, perhapz. Zat even she herself doezn't know vot it iz she iz after. Maybe she vants you all to herself, but she doezn't vant to admit it. Maybe she iz afraid of scarink you avay, of appearink veak." Seemed good enough reasons to him. anything else? Nope no idea. He was trying his best, but even with what little knowledge he possessed. But how could he convey what he himself had never learned, let alone experience? In the end he only had one source to choose from, so in the end he tried to work with what he knew. Limited, but sincere. "Vell... I'm not zure... I zuppose. If you love zem more zan anyzink elze in ze vorld, und alvayz vant to be around zem... zat counts." Pause would ensue, shake of his head toward her apology. "Yez, zere iz. But takink care of your own iz juzt az important az all ozer matterz." What good was he if he couldn't provide for them in all the ways they needed? A King who could not serve was hardly a King at all. "Keep in mind not all go into zings for ze right reazons."
Smug could tell that he was trying to answer her and she realized when he had said that he had never found anyone, that he probably knew about as much as she did. Although he had observed much more of it, AND he had had Drak his whole life. The idea of having someone that close to you, an unbreakable bond, sent shivers down her spine and a longing to clutch at her heart. It was something so alien to her, something she had never thought possible, and now that she was aware that she had been bereft of it... well she almost wished it had never come into the light. Maybe she could lock it away like everything else? She wasn't exactly... the easiest person to get to know or most comfortable person to be around. So the idea that someone would want to be with her for 'permanent' was highly unlikely in her mind, which caused it to hurt all the more. Sigh. "She probably doesn't know then. And her reason for sharing is proof of that... Said more on her part than mine. I would go all in or nothing. But she knows nothing about me. If she did..." sentence trailed off with a shrug. She wasn't throwing herself another pity party since she knew that Vad would have her head, and she didn't really feel that way anyways. Her voice was almost factual as she spoke the truth in her eyes. Her gaze found his with a surprising intensity, "That time... and maybe some moments since, there was that connection between us... Unless it was one-sided. I would understand if so. Well, and Drakov... but I figured that was because I owe my life to him. Is that a part of it?" Alright... he's probably had enough of this. Why did you have to go and bring that up?! Contrite look flashed across face before she hid it in her paws with a sigh. She was just so effing confused.
Vadimir shrugged his shoulders at her dully. Maybe that was the reason, eh?! "You'll juzt have to ask her yourzelf." Definitely better than pondering it over with a man that barely recognized love when he saw it in himself, much less anyone else. When her eyes met his he'd obey their trade off, though gaze would be riddled with silent questions. What was she thinking, what was she after. What was she going to ask next? He didn't want any more uncomfortable feelings hoo hah, yet his own curiosity over the mending taking place, slow as it was. Within Smug's psyche was fascinating to him. On what level, he remained unsure. But unlike before, he wasn't wigging out to try and find an answer. That is, until she dropped a verbal rock on his head and he was left sputtering, trying to recover shattered skull fragments. Damn it girl, you always did this! "I-it..." Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! What do you say?! "Zomezink like zat, you could zay. Ze vant to be vith zem no matter vot, ze yearnink to care und be by zeir zide even if it meanz death. It iz a feelink zat cannot really be described, only felt." eyes became gloomy, and he took a breath. Just... yeah don't think about it too much. Manly tears aside, this wasn't really the right moment to be gushing over how much you miss your bro. "Cannot be accurately conveyed through vordz. But vhen you feel it, you cannot mistake it. Zometimez it happenz slowly... or you juzt feel like it vaz alvayz zere, hidink beneath ze surface." That's the best parallels he could draw from his minute experiences with Drak and Vechnyy. Outside of that.. mush.
Smug was curious when he met her gaze steadily, with questions of his own swimming within them, before she dropped the bomb. She peaked up from her hiding place when he finally began to answer. Head eventually lifted as his tone and eyes seemed to speak from a depth of sadness. Oh no, what had she done? She wished she could help, though she figured he was now talking about his love for his brother since there was no other one he cared so deeply about. She temporarily put her feelings and questions out of the way to focus on him. He had been there for her, so it was her turn. If he allowed it, though something told her he wouldn't. Stubborn ass. "I am sure he is feeling it too..." she whispered as neck stretched forth to nose his cheek again. She was torn between initiating a spar to distract him or trying to get him to talk about it. He was about as easy to get to talk as her, but she had so maybe there was hope for him yet. Woman pushed herself to a stand and sidestepped to bring her rump around side of him before laying back down. She pressed her side into his had he not moved away yet. "I talked and asked questions, now your turn. And don't go getting all stoic on me..." She was not trying to fill the void Drak's absence had left, but merely try and ease the pain maybe even a little. You can't just run from your pain, or ignore it - if he hadn't answered her or had tried to pull away instead of talking, she would say just that. This was obviously new territory for both of them, but at least they could explore it together.
Vadimir placed head upon his paws, eyes closing briefly as he tried to wash away his feelings. Not to never be addressed, but simply to leave them for later. when one person was venting, it was doable, even manageable. But when he started to gain a reaction from it as well. That was when things got awkward for him. and he didn't want to linger on the fate of his sibling any longer than he had to. Her nuzzle was noted, and he'd turn his head to reply in kind, even offering her lip a small bite and a tug, if allowed to, before she opened her mouth again. Eeeeurgh. "Zat vould be nice." He mumbled, looking away. Yeah, it sure as hell would be. Considering all he had done to make up for his overdue absence, only for the male to go rushing off on his own. Part of him felt like it was his punishment, his rightful dues of karma. But the other side of him felt just in his anger, and wanted to radiate it openly. But he just... couldn't. His fear of never seeing him again prevented the anger and hurt from being fully realized. When she spoke of him giving in his quota for what resided within, he'd balk, shrinking away from her, though he'd remain as he was when she pressed her form against his own. He continued to stare at his paws, single foredigit tapping against the ground. "I don't know..." Stoic? He wasn't sure if he could even manage that. But neither did he believe he could keep up a conversation if it meant gushing. He'd been subjected to so much vulnerability as of late, he just wanted to... shrink away from it all and lay down in peace. But if Smug was persistent, it would likely remain only a pipe dream.
Smug was surprised and pleased when he accepted her nuzzle and returned in kind. He seemed so broken in his current state... It tugged at her heartstrings. Strings she didn't even know she had. Guess that's what happens when you see others... family in pain like that. She could sense his reluctance but frankly she thought he hid himself and his feelings from the world all too often. She knew the feeling of having to appear strong and avoiding and all. Even Kings have those they confide in. She knew his brother was that person, but maybe he could have more than just him...? Somber eyes filled with quiet understanding searched his face before nose went about prodding him to look at her. "What happened to your promise hmm? I talk, you talk. Simple." She searched his face and if he really didn't want to share she would sigh. "I will stop pushing if you want, but everyone needs someone to push and pull them." Words would tumble out of mouth while she nudged him with her shoulder lightly. "You can always bury your feelings in me instead if you'd like." A bold move that sent her struggling not to laugh while a wink was offered. She knew it would be a good distraction since it always managed to help her. She was just trying anything she could think of to help him. If he had the options he could pick one and hopefully not shut her out.
Vadimir gave a sidelong glance toward the earthen clad woman, forepaw digits curling inward as he pulled at the dirt, leaving a small depression in the ground. How did he explain, how did he offer what he could not say to his brother? Of course, he wasn't here now.. and was there a point in holding out for a person you weren't sure would return? "Zat vaz von time, Smug... und it turned out horrible." Through his own doing, of course. But it didn't erase just how shitty it had made him feel. Now, true. It also helped everyone get back on even footing. But he was still right up there with with the grouchiest, most crotchety old men, while only being the equivalent of 28! "Und even if it had not been, even if I could speak on it. Vot vould I tell you, Smug? Tell you how zorry I am, zat I couldn't be ze brozer he needed, when it vaz mozt important? Zat I vould do anyzink to change vot happened, und I vould happily rip off my own arm, relive ze pain of all my battlez, for ze rezt of my life. If it meant atoning for vot I put him through?" Front paws came close together, and the Tsar would place his head upon them, snout tucked into his broad chest as he took slow, methodical breathes. "It vould do no good. Ze von perzon who needz to hear zese vordz, ze von whom zey are meant for. Iz not here. Und he might never be. Und if zo, it vould be ze zecond time I have let him down. I have looked, scoured ze land. Und still nozink." He made no attempt to lift his head, to look upon her or even bother asking for her opinion. Whatever it might of been, he couldn't shoulder it right then. "Ze von zing I've..." With an audible growl, he'd stiffen, cutting off whatever else he was going to say. A faint trickle of blood ran down his lip, the flow originating from his mouth. He'd drove a tooth into his tongue. "Enough." He'd murmur definitively, turning his head to look toward her. "I've no more to zay. Und zat iz final." At best, he had at least hinted at the underlying issues that now ran amok in his mind. Ironic, that once he had finally conquered his insecurities concerning himself. Now his greatest monster was in years of guilt woe the likes of which hung him from a seventy feet tall whipping post.
Smug. Eyes tightened as she remembered of what he spoke. "Try, fail. Try again, fail better." She did not want him to just shut her out simply because one of their conversations had ended poorly. Woman lowered head to paws, both humbled and surprised as the Tsar began to open up. She would listen with quiet attentiveness and let him say all he could say before making any form of movement. Smug had to fight the urge to reach out when he tucked his head away. Definitely did not like seeing her Tsar... Vad... in such a state of dismay. It was better than him hiding it though. Although face had been soft the majority of his monologue, when he stiffened and called it enough she also stiffened. "He will come home. Do not fail him once more by holding no faith in that statement." Tough love, but Vad wasn't the kind of individual that responded to all the sweetness. "When he does, you will tell him all of this or risk regretting having not for the rest of your life." Head would dart forward with parted jaws and aim to catch him around his maw with a growl. Fiery eyes fueled by determination and care stared hard at him before releasing. "Get up und quit vallowink in your own pit of zelf induced mizery," she quoted him his own pep talk to her from earlier in a pretty decent attempt at mimicking the accent. She had been around it long enough now. She pushed herself up onto paws and backed away a few steps, awaiting his move. Whether that was to just go to sleep or walk away or turn and spar... didn't really matter. She would respond in kind to whichever move he dished out.
Vadimir took her first verbal dishes in silence. And after he had said all he was willing to, Vadimir would chuckle humorlessly. "Oh, now zat's funny." Then he'd become quiet, eyes enigmatic but clearly thankful, even if the words didn't come out. "But you're right, of courze." Was there much surprise in that? Hardly. "I know I'll never give up, never stop tryink." Vad would allow himself a bloody grin. "It's just nice to pretend, vonce in a vhile." No flinch was necessary when Smug's jaws enveloped his own. How often had they done this? Pretty damn much, no? It was becoming second nature. He'd growl, lips lifting to showcase teeth stained pink from self inflicted booboo, though what words did not convey, eyes bespoke gallons of comraderie, burgeoning trust, and acknowledgement of stolid perseverance. She encompassed all these things and then some, and he was grateful, nay. Thankful, to have such a stalwart presence. Once she released he'd thrust upper body forward, aiming to grab a part of her shoulder or lower neck. "Und vere do you zink you're goink...?" He'd ask in a gruff, but playful tone. "Aren't you goink to be my blanket for ze evenink?" They would have more training to do, more work ahead of them, both individually and the pack as a whole. But for now... for now quiet, peaceful company was all he wished for. And if she would allow it, Vadimir would curl into her, laying his head on her paws and settling down for a time away from the rest of the world.
Smug understood how he felt in the depths of his eyes and her own face softened to convey similar feelings. Right in that moment, she finally felt like she was home, like she was where she was meant to be. It was an extremely odd concept to consider, but in that moment she had no conflicting feelings or calculating thoughts. It was just easy. Nothing in her life had been easy, so she wouldn't have been able to recognize this but it was there. That feeling of family, of belonging. She would give anything to never lose the grip she now had on it. A smile came unbidden to lips and she didn't have to work to keep it there. Her playful words held their meaning and she'd managed a goofy accent. It was a good day. Teeth met her flesh, preventing her from pulling up. Legs buckled back into the ground as raised eyedots peaked at him with questioning eyes below them. This wasn't his usual self. Maybe that was a good thing. "Of course, what ever was I thinking." She offered a smile when she settled into a comfortable position and allowed the Tsar to curl around her. She had never really....cuddled before. Smug swiped tongue over ears, skull, and neck in a grooming fashion when he settled his broad head upon her forelegs. After a few passes, body would lean into his and head would twist to drape over his neck before olive eyes drifted shut.