Drakov: Though the bird he'd been given the night prior, courtesy of Zod, had been consumed.. The grumpy ass bastard had beat the fuck out of it first! Slung it about, ripped it to shreds, and any other means possible of venting. HRUMF. It seemed better pouring it all into an already dead creature, anyways, instead of one of his own pack. Or.. Maybe he should? Maybe things would shape up if he had? BAH. Whatever the case, he was frankly done holding back and baring himself into anything and everything else possible. After night away, the Tsar would return to the courtyard a right ruffled mess. White fur was tinted brown, coated and caked in chunks of mud sticks leaves and who knows what else. Aquired solely from his freak out episode, the likes of which he didn't hold enough fucks to clean at the momment. Gaze rolled over the land as he entered, before paws forced him to stop. Right in the center. Head cranned back, and a deep harsh echoing howl would cascade acrossed the open land. The likes of which meant to beckon everyone within ear shot forward.
Zodiak spent the night away from the den. Best to give drak whatever space he needed. Mind wandered as he strolled through the darkened forest. What was happening? Where was everyone? or maybe... where was he? Was zod seemingly in all the wrong places at all the wrong times? Had he been missing everyone's paths while he took his own to secure perimiters? Paws would halt and nose lowered to really take in the scents that flooded the land beyond the smell of 'pack'. Honestly he mostly smelt himself. The pack scent was fading. Worried gaze was cast over shoulder as he looked back in the direction of the den. Not good... This made them weak, they needed more bodies active on their turf or surely someone would try to claim it. With a growl he'd rip from his spot, racing through the territory and quite litterally launching himself at the dirt mid run like a missed tackle. Body rolled and pushed against everything and he continued along the borders until too tired to do more. Scent... he didn't have enough... This was bad. Thoroughly paranoid, he spent the rest of the night running through the surrounding trees, trying to keep eyes on all borders so none broke through. It seemed impossible and eventually he'd collapse and sleep, body unable to continue this mad dash. He awoke to the sound of drak's beckoning call. Shit! How long had he slept. Light now flooded the area and he feared someone had intruded. With urgency he raced to the heart of the territory, skidding to a stop in a cloud of dust when drak finally came into view. Glancing around he'd see no danger...unless drak was the danger. ohman something was up. Slowly he'd approach, keeping his distance before parking rear in the dirt closeby.
Nida braved back to the heart's territory, feet heavy with body aching. Her stomach concave and began to constrict like an imaginable, felt before pain. Her torments should soon cease, one way or the other. Again. She shuffles the whole way to where both Drakov and Zod where. It seem like an age since she seen .. any wolf. Her head was held low and tail began its limp wag, all while emboldening what seem like strength in the face. Stopping abruptly and trading equally curious looks between the males, her heels dug into the dirt and remained perfectly statuesque. Like she has been converted to stone for thousand years plus. Droopy eyes then lowered, but not one of shame. " Tsar .. Voin..."
Vadimir had wandered to where he had found the odd, emotionless canine, Whatever. And though he sniffed and waded through the tall grass, there was no hide nor hint of the fella anywhere about. Vad scouted the area besides, but found nothing of immediate interest. Nothing that instantly spoke out. So he'd pee there, like YEH I WAS HERE. And then turned to head home. Along the way he'd think and ponder, running over in his mind thousands of scenarios that served to enact how his confrontation with Drak would go. He spent long hours over it, so consumed by the fantasy him and fantasy Drak's interactions that he really paid no heed to his surroundings. That is, until the howl was heard. Head jerked up and eyes narrowed on the den ahead. Only the top-most half of it was visible through the treecover. With a small rear he lurched forward speedily and bounded on home, skidding to a stop when he saw the group. Wat? He padded up, glancing from one face to the other. What was happening, what was with the awkward vibe he was getting? "Vot iz happenink here?" Tone was casual, though his body language and shifting eyes attested to his inner dishevelment. Had he missed something, had shit gone down while he was busy being a worrywort?
Drakov: Beckoning call continued even when Zod arrived on the scene. Simply to ensure all had plenty enough time to acknowledge it and respond. As he'd expected.. The basic faces were the only to saunter on up. Go figure. The sight made his lip curl, mildly hidden by a flick of tongue. With a groanful sigh ass would find earth, obvious momment to think taken as all settled in. "I've been sinking about how to address sings lately. Und i've decided bluntly iz ze best vay." Fuck his usual rewording to suit everyone elses agendas nonsense. Sure he'd gained respect and care for some, something he'd never imaged would happen, but that being said.. If they couldn't take the brunt of what Drak was they might as well get the fuck out. "Ze incident viss ze bear was unacceptable. Somevon died over our negligence! Zis goes for everyvon! Even if mine brosser und I are not here, zere is a whole pack capable of keeping watch. How ze fuck zis happend is beyond me!" Previous unemotional blank uncaring demeanor had washed away the minute he began speaking. Infact. It had been taken over by the rage that'd been boiling deep within. Made obvious by his puffing form and harsh tone. "Zen I leave to handle it, und end up gone for months?! Vas everyvon but Cin sitting on zere fucking ass touching themselves I mean fuck!" Despite his words, the annoyance was purely towards the possible laziness he'd assumed occured. Not so much that none had gone looking for him. It was, after all, his own stupidity for going alone. But jesus?! What if he'd been kidnapped, if another member had been kidnapped? The yard was full of bodies when they were all fucking but someone comes up missing and it wasnt enough for a decent search party? All only tid bits of the point he was working to make. "Zen I get back.. Und it'z az if nossing is amiss? I vas a fool for letting so many join so willynilly." Pearly whites exposed themselves as eyes closed tight in annoyance. "So sings will be beink handled differently from now on.. V-vaska?.. Val, ....... und Hadlee.. All sree are marked for deass. If seen I vant zem braught back if possible and slaughtered before everyvon.. All of our Sluzhit's are to be vatched like hawks, givin' jobs to handled daily. Or zey will soon be marked for deass zemselves.. Ammir, Monro, Mote, Solveig. Zere are all at risk. However Ghastly and Crony are now Rab. Slaves for there lack of presence. If zey fail to show zemselves in ze next month zey too will be marked for deass. "Und Cortes'.. He is being dropped to Sluzhit... Demotion means public humiliation.. For both ze Rab, und for Cortes.. Zis is your duty Zod. If you get zem before me or mine brosser do." Mini-rant part 1 complete, he'd groan outwardly in obvious distaste. A momments pause was taken to catch his breath, gather his barings and allow for intervention before he continued. "Nida.. .. You're not far from risking demotion.. I advice putting yourself to use.. Ze children, und ze Sluzhit's clearly need guidence. Do you fucking job before I put you on my shit list next." His final words made it apparent during the majority of that rant, he'd been lost in his own voice. Having almost forgot he was actually speaking to others. So when gaze settled on the woman, all attention focused on her, his temper flared again. "Anyvon who fucking steps foot on our territory no longer gets a choice! You are to shove there fucking face in ze dirt, and force them back into the slavery of Vechnyy until I can handle ze situation." He was so fucking done with all this shit. Fucking giving pissing the opportuniy to prove themselves, to join and work to become something great. He was done. You dare cross into there land, you better start fighting for your right to fucking live mother fucker! All the weaklings of the world were being picked the fuck off right here and now.
Zodiak had a bad feeling creeping through his very bones. Something was wrong--well, off. The behavior of the tsars following drak's return had changed to something he couldn't quite grasp, and then the pack... everyone was vanishing-- wandering from what they held so strong in the begining. Yes all good things eventually do come to an end.. but the reality was the vechnyy wasn't really good. This was supposed to be a hellish nightmare and for whatever reason forces were trying to change it into some happy rainbow fairytale. No wonder they had a moment of emotional wimpyness. Nida's approach summoned a happy wag of his tail that quickly subsided upon taking in her overal condition. Worry flooded him, what was wrong with her? Even his own mate seemed off and as if something were wrong. When vad entered the scene internal sigh had him relaxing. At least he Looked normal. Then came the speach. Totes saw that coming. Listening mode was activated, calm expression remaining until the mentioning of the bear incident. Head twisted to the side in dissapointment. He wasn't sure what was worse, the fact that a member had in fact Died... or the fact that he didn't even know who he was. Eyes squinted in a mild cringe as drak's tone elevated in what sounded like a repremand. There had been some training and.. um... -sigh- he couldn't even remember all that went on in his abscense. The only scene that stuck vivid in his mind was walking in on vad and cin humping like dogs in heat. ugh. Drak continued on and the overall dissapointment of the pack was made clear. Then came the names. Two of which he had been meaning to question the tsars about since he'd barely seen them around like.. at all. Hadlee. hmm, although if given the chance he would have to take it, but zod would try to leave that one for cin. He had a feeling things would be better if she did the act, but he would not neglect his order if he came across her. Demotions were next, some suprising some not. Zod kept his gaze lowered, listening closely and trying to limit any emotional response to all of this. Honestly he was waiting for his own name to pop up. Oop. there it is. poor cort, how could he? Zod had formed some strange bond with the dog and now... he'd have to strip the rug out from beneath him and watch him fall. He cringed, muzzle wrinkling some to expose the tips of fangs, "What... would you have me do..?" humiliation sounded like something more than a loss of combat. He was sure the tsar would know exactly what was expected of him. There was a pause in all this, and zod too, took a moment to exhale the pent up oxygen he'd been holding in. He'd half shake the fur around his neck before rant number 2 began... and it started with nida. He bit his tongue, gazing toward her as drak spoke. Telepathy wasn't really a thing but if it was 'i'm sorry' would be his communication to her. Yeah it wasn't really his fault but he still felt like it was. He felt responsible for his family--well family within a family. He was caught off guard when drak's sudden outburst of voice bellowed out, frame half jerking to attention. Ear pressed back, muzzle wrinkling to bare fangs. They weren't against the tsar, but with him. The anger was contageous and with pups on the land he now had a greater reason to act on this demand. no more mr. nice guy vechnyy. Shit just got real.
Nida came to realize this isn't a briefing or to assign tiny tasks to each individual, but to bitch fit over things, some beyond and out their control. Nida cannot even call to mind who died at the fate of the bear's claws. Just a vague, vestigial memory of a face that she never spoke to or seen around. Her lips curled to favor a frown. The effervescence of activity and group of bodies were constantly growing, shifting, and changing that it became difficult to tab. Her ears roused with interest and care to the names, the wolves meant for slaughter, and her tongue slipped from its office to glance at her lips taking to a spasmic twitch. Hadlee .. the one she wanted to help .. Soon as her eyes avert she acknowledges Vad's presense with a raise of a head but not more or else.. When did he get there ..? Back it was to the Tsar at her calling, and ears squelched back. At least she was not going to get slaughtered, although that doesn't make her feel better. She felt all the more queasy. His raised voice has her started with an innocent stiffness in body and joints to keep her rooted in place. She would have given feedback if Drak was not in the middle of ranting and expressing his anger and frustration through words and shouts. All her mind could fixed on children, ties made, Cinn and her sister, Zod .. well the future of the pack. Her face sours. How can she do her job if she missed people she's appointed to or were out doing god knows what? So frustrating.
Vadimir had come in just in time to hear a march of madness the likes of which left his lips quirking and his ears and tail standing tall, while the rest of him remained chill as a pillowcase. Vad wasn't surprised to see this turn of events. There had been orders for everyone to shape up, and... the general response had been for the majority of them to poof into thin air. For one reason or another. The list wasn't what he wanted to hear. Or, partly what he wanted to hear... needless to say, it was complicated. Complicated, and yet familiar. Paws lifted and moved Vadimir toward the grouping, brushing past Zod with a whisper to his ear, to a nip at Nida's ear. Stop frowning before your face sticks. He'd then choose to circle Drak, his breathing even as he watched and gave his brother a good, thorough lookover. No words exchanged. He was busy paying attention to what big bro wished to convey, before he'd dare bother speaking his own mind. Besides, their thought tracks were so similar, likely it'd only be a useless repetition of the same thing. But when brother did pause, Vadimir would choose to stand before him, given that the fellow Tsar hadn't acted in some manner or form beforehand. "I to, chto ot nas, brat?" Valid question, however how it would be received.... Vad's paws flexed, and his eyes became inscrutable, but his lips retained that quirky, off-kilter hintings of a smirk. Whether he was really smiling, or was keeping himself from snarling, or was simply holding in a fart? Can't really choose! He might have been doing none or all. But he knew all were not without burns, no one was freshly pressed and released of burdened toxins. What Drak voiced, what he was preaching so adamantly. Went two ways... and. Was the perfect excuse to drop the bomb that Vad had been yearning to do since before his brother had returned home.
Intice. Dandelion fluff and spiderwebs. Everywhere. On everything. From ears to nub and all inbetween - asses, elbows, muzzle and teeth. Wicked smirk crept across adorable face, even her growing canines appeared to have some bits of bracken here and there. Tail nub was carried high, posture confident as she marched onward with prize in her mouth - a motha effing mouse - dinner ya'll! Proud as can be, the girl with the delightfully dirty pelt strolled onto the scene - completely oblivious to whatever the heck was going down. DrakStar, VadiStar, Moms, MAD! Tail whirled and twilred, a small properller carryign her onward as she shot forward. With exuberance and delight, she giggled, excitement taking hold and causing her to wiggle and wobble before regaining composure with a deep breath. As she approached the pairing, she swallowed hard and carried on at a much more appropriate speed. Posture changed to reflect respect, closewise through the group, her eyes would move. She'd learned so much from watching - observation gifting her a keen sense of hierarchy and politeness and ettiquitte. Without a word, she carried her prize and lay it at DraStar & VadiStar's paws - or as near between the pair as she could. these were, as far as she had witnessed - the top dogs, and she had learned well to respect and treat them! her meager offering was fresh, the crimson river flowing as the newly killed mouse twitched in involuntary spasm as small girl looked up to the Stars and gave a toothy grin. "For my Stars!" She declared, eyes held in a slightly sheepish fashion, not daring to look them in the eye. Another behavior she had picke dup along the line that was more instinct than from observation. Her body language was the picture of respect, little ears slightly back with shoulders down and head in a slight bow - but this would not last long. After the Stars would gift their decree on her prize she would be off - whirling propeller carrying her to circle Ma and Pa with delightful squees. "Moms! Mad! Ice missed ya!" Admiration bright and shining in her features she would move from one to the other, extending long, sloppykisses first to Zodi's muzzle and then to Nida's chest. head butt was given in a playful nip to her chest fur, if allowed, before she would literally fall to her knees, flip onto her back and press into Nida. "My Moms." Daddy's girl true and without a doubt, the girl had a shine for her Momma like no other. Eyes would shift as she fell silent, adults were having a pow wow and the tyke had interupted - well, fuck. She gulped. Would she lose an ear or the rest of her tail for her ignorance? Son of a biscuit. She'd brought dinner, did that count as brownie points? Mmm, brownies...
Drakov: Nub of a tail flicked from time to time. Obviously kerfluffled by the entirety of the conversation. Hng. His pause regarded, he'd reel in any and all responses tossed his way. Namely Zod, first, as his was the easiest to address in short sitting. "Demotions... mark public humiliation, to show von zere fuck ups. Zis means being dragged into ze courtyard for all to zee, told of zere wrong doinks, und being severly beaten so zat zey vill 'ave to live vit zere fuck up forever.." Nothing to leave one incapable for a period, but enough so that they'd bare perminent reminders of there fuck ups. Deep scaring and weeks of pain. "If you sink you can handle zat?.." Zod was likely the most ontop of his duties, even though he clearly had little knowledge on how to do it. But if he would not seek another title, then he'd have to shape up and start handling things more like the Tsar's regardless of experience. "Be creative." A simple message. "Zere iz a reason ve do vhat ve do. Allow zese veak fools to stay.. To slack.. und allow zem to eat our food und live under our protection? Nyet. As i've told you before. Ve do vhat ve do because we give our lives to each osser, and zese fools give nossing back. Ze do not deserve our flesh." Gaze would flick from face to face, but held on only Vad when he motioned about and spoke his inquiry. A topic he was already preparing to get to. Eyes closed, a pause taken before he'd sigh and give feint nod to usher him onwards.. One step at a time.. "Zod... Your childre--" words came to a hault when, speak of the devil, one of those little tykes came forth with an offering for the leaders themselves. He'd stare for a momment, before pressing on with his conversation. Not to intentionally ignore, but because her presence allow forced him to think more and now he needed to let it all out. "You children face ze same sings ours did. In allowing zem to live at all, you adheeded to doing sings our vay. Zis von und.... von osser.. is ze only von i've seen." To his knowledge. Obviously he couldnt remember anymore they simply werent about enough! "I suggest handling ze ossers else they all suffer..." A mild portion of him inside felt bad for speaking so harshly to the one real male apart from Vad he cared at all about. But no. No he wasn't letting those stupid emotion things get the better of him again. Now on to the more serious shit... "On annoser note... I spoke lightly about ze erm... Saga vomen, Conner, saving me. I returned to handle mine Debt and her request was...." Jesus.. he almost gaged just thinking about it... Growl. "She vanted to arrange a marraige, to make us.. closer... somesing about friends in time of need i dont vucking know.. I told her I could not do zat, i dont do friends.., but I could allow her access to Vechnyy vissout being run off to TRY....".... He wasn't so sure what to do about that nonsense of a mess.. But it was HIS debt, and while Vechnyy was there to serve him he highly prefered the situation be between just him and her. Hohum.. "Vhich leads me to ze final matter... " Gaze would twist from no where to Vad, then back to the rest of the gang. "Ve are not free of discipline... Minself or Vad." Focus was now held primarily on Zod. "I villinkly accept punishment for leaving. You're responsible for zis Zod.. "Or at the very least setting up someone else to do it, the job as a whole was his. But how it got done was completely up to him. Drak would endure his own beating, his own pains.
Zodiak cast a look of confusion toward vad as he motioned past him. What... why would...? That made him feel better about this whole situation. Totes better thanks man. As things played out gaze would flick from wolf to wolf, until the issue of humiliations was presented. It felt wrong...but at the same time, they'd been warned. All of them had been warned. Shoulders rolled as neck stretched side to side. Ok that seemed simple enough... Explain why the hell they're weak and beat the shit out of them... or maybe someone else beat them. Hmm... Thoughts rolled through his mind and unknowingly a half toothy grin formed. That little idea would be stowed away for later... for one he didn't particularily care for. He'd still need to come up with something for cort. It would be epic, his one gift to amigo. Head tilted as vad spoke their foreign tongue, and their exchange was... troubling. What had he said? what was going on? GDI speak english! Heavy sigh pushed him through the events until train of thought was thrown off by his own spawn. It was somewhat of a releif seeing her here, especially carrying food. At least she was working at it. Mild sway of his tail was all he could muster through his distractions and head lowered to plant a single lick over her head before shifting from them. It wasn't that he didn't want to be near them, but he was focused on drak's orders for the time being. He'd nod to the tsar and pace slowly, as if he were trying to wrap his mind over all this. It was, after all, a lot to take in. Death orders, demotions, humiliations, risks for all of the above... and then some. Then came business with that other wolf he'd mentioned before; that saga lady. His pacing steps paused at the word marriage and he did his best to hold in a snort. w..what? LOL. That seriously just brightened his day... sure it wasn't good news but it was still.. HA omg wow. ok ok i'm done. serious face resumed along with slow pacing as drak shifted to the final topic of tonights.. meeting...ok ok so tsars needed dicipline... hmm well wait.. WHAT?! your.. joking right? He paused, nearly frozen on the spot with gaze focused on the dirt. Hackles were puffed but not in the usual aggressive reason but more uncertainty. He had to... dicipline drak? How..what? it felt wrong... Heavy sigh escaped him and he'd glance toward vad. Was he for serious right now? Lip wrinkled and curled over tooth and gum, gaze shifting away again as he reluctantly forced himself into pacing motions. He thought on all the events that took place in drak's abscense. His children's death, the loss of members, the bear... the WHOLE FUCKING PACK FALLING APART! Growl rumbled in his chest. There.. get mad, GET FUCKING MAD thats the only way your gonna do this... It wasn't just drak's wrongdoings, it was his own and the fact that half the pack was gone yet still felt they could call themselves vechnyy.... could eat their food--STEAL FOOD FROM HIS FAMILY. Gaze twisted toward the tsar, pausing for a moment while amber eye searched for some sort of understanding of all this. It would only be a few moments before with a heavy growl he'd lunge forward towards drak, broadside and before colision he'd skid to stop movements before rearing onto hind paws and lunge front paws out at his side. BOOM! All attempt was to send him in whatever direction gravity so pleased.
Nida's ear took to a bemusing flutter at the nip, and looked to the culprit with a passive look. Oh, it was Vad. But she squints toward him and Zod soon as those lips started its flapping, and wondered what privy between them. Nosy Nida is nosy. Then along came a pup -- her own, the one with a partially missing tail. Oh right .. she was suppose to 'talk' to a certain someone held responsible for the event. And how much they have grown; those tykes grow so fast! Nida felt impact make for the woman's chest, and looks pointedly down her muzzle, dipped low to shove against the pup and influence her on the ground. Maybe nip at her face .. and then some. Speaking of ups .. Drakov broaches the subject, and a deep intake of breath has her to swallow back bile and keep to the silence. An arrange marriage has her diminishing enthuisasm give with a big ol' flop. What made this sage lady think it was fine and dandy to give away one of her offsprings to Drak -- well Vad's surviving offspring, now when she hardly knew the pack and what they were all about?? Weird .. just weird. Drak's words have her mildly intrigued. While giving him respect for upholding and following through with his laws, she can't help but have indifference touch her features. Shit .. She remains where she is, keeping an eye on her daughter from getting in the way. At least she hunted. Waaaah, mama so proud. Theeen Vad. He was regarded with a look, as if wondering if he has any thing for her to do ..
Vadimir saw the stupendo sigh and resume of conversation, though the talk of marriage. Vad wouldn't even pretend. Chops would open, and he'd projectile vomit onto the floor, or onto someone, god forbid they were close enough. He'd lick his lips then, re-tasting his last meal. Mmm, mostly digested duck. Nummy. Remaining prim and proper, entirely ignoring his involuntary bodily movement, he'd continue gazing intently at Drak. That is, until little girl came in and dropped a dead mouse at his paws. Ohhh hohh, what is this?! Though ears were evidently tuned into what was being said, nose would prod the dead rodent, before he went to Ice and decidedly enclosed her head into his jaws. If she stood still long enough, that is. Om nom nom, then release. Now, if this kid. Could be a productive member of their society. What were the adult's excuse? They were being shown up by a pup! Though considering her bloodline, he wasn't but so surprised. Then the talk rounded to the Tsar's getting punishment. Vadimir didn't even try to hide the excitement rising in his eyes. OHHH BOOOIIII. At first he was a little disgruntled.... Nobody beats bro but me! But it wasn't like that. This was professional time, this was time for the pack to reform and get their shit back together. Selfish wants weren't acceptable. Vad would dig a canine into his lip, but hold strong. Okay, you can do this. Besides, he'd... kinda wanted something along the lines to happen anyway. Him as the perpetrator, but. Cry over spilled milk? Perish the thought. As long as it was done, as long as he saw the results. That's all that mattered. If he was going to corner Drak with all his awkward questions and serious talk.... he might as well have his facts straight before jumping him. Belatedly Tsar would realize. If Zod was punishing Drak, then who...? He looked around. The only one free was Ice, and Nida. He frowned, ears flattening out. AW C'MON. Letting someone else beat up Drak, that was one thing. Letting someone else beat up him? IT FELT LIKE ADULTERY. Soft whine ebbed from his jaws. The only ones he trust to take Drak's place in such an intimate act was either Zod, who was alread occupied with Drak's beatdown. Or Cinn, who was currently busy with THINGS. So who did it? He caught Nida's look, but he shied from it... nothing personal, but. While he DID like her. There just wasn't enough history between them to feel cozy. Vad would then look toward Ice. Hmm... With a baritone snarl he'd drop into a bow, beckoning the child forward. BEAT ME, LITTLE GIRL, BEAT ME SO GOOD. But seconds later, he'd rethink his choice. Capable as she was, she'd probably take forever to dish out the damage necessary. He'd reach forward to swat at her. Damn you, grow bigger and tougher already!! He'd stand back up with a grumpy huff. Darn Nature and that whole growing business. Bedgrudgingly he'd inch toward Nida, face held partially away. The action could be taken as demure, even bashful. "Nida..." He'd cough to clear his throat, turning to look at her as he regain stature. Right, take it like a man. You can do this. "If you would...." He'd gesture behind him to the tussle likely going on behind them. Stubby nub would wiggle, and he'd try not to look like a shy boy asking a girl out to prom. Because... really. That's how he felt right then.
Intice had stumbled upon a rather interesting scene- but such was life within her crazy family. Twas all she knew, to be honest. Therefor, no flick of ear or squeak of vocals was given. She merely watched. When Mum would press her somewhat aggressively, her nub tail gave a furious wag and she'd submit, albiet with a flippity floppity protest. "Cold nose!" She decreed, belly against the cool earth as Momma bear insisted the tyke remember her place - and not to get so rough with her betters! She'd scrunch her nose, tongue lolling to the side with a soft. "Sorry, Moms!" Blinking eyes would search Nida;s own before turning to papa - whom was just told to punish DrakStar? Blinking, head tilted ans she whispered in a meek little voice to Nida's ears "What Drastar did, Moms?" She'd recall her lil nub tail, her jaw marks and her muzzle owwies and scrunch her nose did Star get too rough with someone like she had? She was slightly confused - cause you know, Stars were the big guys and shit. She'd had the idea they were somehow above the law. this came to a halt as Drak spoke and she learned then and there that no one was above the rules. Ahh, every day a lesson! She'd learned so much. Suddenly, Vadistar was upon her, and her instince kicked in and she'd submit gently, not with belly up or any such fashion, but just a slight hunkering as jaws went for her head. Ears slicked to crown to protect them as he gifted her some sort of slobbery approval - and boy oh boy, did that make her heart sing! Then, Mad and Star began to tussle and she swallowed hard, looking over to Nida all da fuq?- until, that is, Vadi bowed and initiated some sort of call to actiont o her. Wait, what, her? She'd glance to Nida, pointing her muzzle "I do it?" A great deal of her life revolved around fite nites and therefor this did not come as a surprise, she'd smile, toothy grin turning into a little scrunching lip curl as she prepared herself. Stature lowered, flexible little muscles lossening as she limbered up with a gentle wiggle. She felt the earth beneath her, which caused a big smile - as ears slicked down and eyes narrowed. She was ready. Suddenly, however - her fun ended when Vadi moved. She was about to pounce when he turned and then Nida was issued a command and she pranced up to Vadi - to whom she gazed up with bright enchanting eyes and an ever so polite query. "Mizer Star, Ice halp?" Doe eyed cuteness overload.
Drakov: Boy.. He'd had to give long speeches before but this was just.. Ridiculous.. Ahwell. Not really any time to think about how annoying such a thing was considering he was to busy rage fiting all over the place. Position didn't faulter though, even as all sucked in his words and reacted as they would. This ... task.. Was not just for the sake of dishing out punishments. This would be a test to the few whome escaped such a fate. To those whome had not lived to the fullest of there duties, but still did far more than anyone else. And more specifically.. To assure they were in the appropriate job. He was iffy about whether this title was appropriate for Zod. Oh how he wanted it to be. He wanted the boy to conquer his most difficult elements. But alas, that didn't mean it WAS right for him. Could he own up to this grueling task? He'd have to.. It was the Voin's job no matter who held the rank. To discipline even the Tsar's. Sure they wouldn't suffer demotion. He wouldn't give his rank without a serious fucking fight! But balls if he didn't accept rightful punishment. What if such a duty fell on one of his own? Could he handle it? We'd just have to see. And Nida.. Why he hadn't even gotten to Nida yet.. But she was no better off. Gaze followed the brown male about in his mental confliction, lip curling and brows furrowing. "ZOD! NOW!" He'd demand! Punishment or not it was an order! A duty! Once he'd finally launched his way, body reacted naturally. Preped to counter act, jaws beginning to part. It took every ounce of his being not to latch onto any part of him. How long he could keep that up? Well.. Who knows.. Better get it over with before he starts fighting back. Pfft. Body tensed to compensate for inability to counter attack, causing a thud when he was shoved off his footing to flop onto one side. Mild glances of Vad addressing Nida was noted, but apart from that his focus was on Zod. Pfft. Impatient Vad. You coulda waited for Zod after. But to be honest, it was almost better Nida was doing it. This wasn't supposed to be enjoyable you fuck. Oiii. Certainly wasn't for Drak. It was...Bareable.. It was far easier to not fight back. But it wasn't pleasant. Drak was not a bottom, no sir-ee-bob. Not fighting cut deep into his pride, it was the exact opposite of what he lived for.
Zodiak was one-hundred-fucking-percent out of his element. Fighting? sure, Punishment? suuuureeee But Both... combined with the fact that he was to punish his tsar--his alpha?! Thats one way to give a wolf conflicted feelings. He'd managed to fight off the initial 'i dont wanna do this' but now came the real test. He wanted to prove to drak he could do this considering he would have to repeat this sort of thing later with the rest of the unworthy shits. Drak's outburst forced an angered snarl that was almost not him. Zod was changing more than he even knew. Everything that had happened from day 1 had molded him into exactly what they wanted. It wasn't anything horribly bad, but it wasn't good either. It was the best of both. He was good to the ones that mattered most in his life and when it came time to protecting them, you could be sure he'd go all in with life on the line. Lunging for drak, that was where he was--all in. When paws collided with his side and sent him to the ground, zod was tumbling down overtop of him with front legs straddling his midsection. Head twisted to gaze at his tsars face, this was a position he never thought he'd carry.. but it's purpose was different than your average fight. Chest heaved in and out, heavy gusts meshing their way through bared fangs. Even his tail had arched up to full dominant posture, and yet he hesistated. Shit no, Do it! Jaws parted while still looking toward drak, crackling snarl seeping out before head was thrust down toward the spot where ribs met forelimb. If able to grab a sizeable hunk of flesh he'd use his body and neck to power the side to side thrashing motion, althewhile letting out bellowing growls.
Nida snickered, big teeth and all, licking at her child happily and proudly. Atta girl, got her spunk and everything. To her whispering, she raised her head up high, " he is getting punished for chasing a bear off, getting hurt, and abandoning his duties temporarily in his absence. I want you to watch and observe." This can go the distance preparing her for sparring and whatever else life threw at her. Mouth slackened as Vad vomits on the floor for him to sample the aftertaste of his recent meal. Eugh. Still queasy herelf. Her heart paused for a jiffy as Vad put his mouth around her child's head. She exuded shock, then right after indignant anger, and relief hereupon him letting go. And then he had her again with the taunt and she stood, unable to coerce her instincts on the backburner. But he had a chang of heart and her own calmed itself. Then he was asking her .. and, having a smidge of a vendetta against him, took to this easily unlike Zod. The burly woman hurled all of her fat and girth at Vad without a second to consder or assess thoughts or emotions or repercussion- she went for it. The woman would rush in and slam at his front, send the male onto his back with belly up and exposed. He had no qualms with drowning her - and helping his brother no less for a petty reason in her opinion- and therefore had none herself; if the attempt was successful, and he down, she'd mouth over his muzzle while her paw shoved deep into this throat then pull. Her teeth would grate across the bridge and at a snail climbing molasses uphill pace to cause the worse pain she can. Zod and Drak's skirmish behind them or wherever was background noise to her at this point. Her mind went blank.
Vadimir looked down to the girl, as much to reply to her hopeful query as to distract himself from the bitchin' going on over yonder. "I...." Damn. Her looks of cuteness just made him want to vomit all over again, preferrably on her. Cute was not something he readily enjoyed. Cute was shit like bunnies and babies, all things edible and delicious. But he didn't want her to feel useless. Eeeh.... what do. "Vell you can... maybe chew on--" And then Nida came in like a giant dome of pudge and fudge. Instinct rose like magma from the inner chambers and he lashed out. DAFUQ WAS GOING O--oh. Jaws snapped shut as he fell, wincing from the impact. Right, right... he was supposed to be gettin fugged up. When she grabbed his muzzle teeth would grind into each other. It took a hell of a lot not to make a sound, either in pain or anger. But the Tsar's had a image to uphold. Not for vanity's sake. Pffft, Vad ruined that AGES ago. No, it was to show what Vechnyy was, even at their lowest. Strong, willful, and able to take a beating, only to get back up like, 'THAT IT??'. So he'd endure Nida's attentions, gazing into her eyes the whole time. And slowly but surely falling-- ah --madly in love with her. I AM HAVING. THE BEST TIME OF MY LIIIIFE. AND I OWE IT ALL TO YOU BABYYYY~ #
Drakov: Oh how tortureous. Not even the physical act of things.. Pfft. No fuck that. Drak could take a beating even if it rarely occured. He'd stood up to a god damn bear on his own he could fucking handle this!!!! SNORT. Ya know... Or not... Cough.. We'll see.. He damn well thought he could though!! Course this was all speaking physically. Mentally was an entirely different story.. Eyes bulged, breathing heaving due to just how tense the entirety of his body had became. He was struggling so god damn hard not to fight back, and yet he still ended up snapping fangs around to clasp into the loose flesh of Zod's neck. Only briefly mind you. A mix between forcing himself away, and of course his thrashing preventing any solid hold anyways. Paws flailed, pushing against any part of his form he could make contact with. JESUS. Sure there was pain. Of course. That was obvious enough. It was a neccessity. And the shredding of flesh along his side sent a burning sting part way down his arm. But was that why he was thrashing? Fuck no. Atleast, not mostly. You couldn't completely ignore pain. But no, his tantrum was more a monster so desperate to escape and RIP ZODS FUCKING FACE OFF. But no we cant do that cuze that would make you a bad boy Drak. Freak out, as dramatic as it was, really didn't last hella long. It was a momment of over flowing feelings that once boiled over, began to mellow and fade into nothing. With it, the sensation of pain also began to dwindle. Until form lay fairly still, naught but a winced eye and curled lip given to show his distaste. Alright... Ok.. I think his tantrums over. Gaze blank and staring at the empty space infront of his face, he'd finally focus on Vad and Nida not far off. A momment taken to watch whatever punishment he was to recieve. Huh.. Nida was actually gettin' some. Well alright then.
------------Vad x nida punishment-----------------
Nida, upon drawing the taste of sweet and warm blood, grew increasingly fascinated in the spurr of the moment. So it was no surprise she got caught up in the snare of its sticky webs. Nida looked as though she waited for this moment, an opportunity, she was so excited. Her eyes looked into his- a taunt to rise him to action. During the process, she may have slobbered all over Vad like he was her personal but makeshift serviette; tendrils of spit trailing from mouth and onto his person. Whoops. After a solid or two spent on scraping the top part of his muzzle with incisiors and side of fangs, her head rears and with it, Vad's head. A pause ensued when her bearings were readjusted; feet were on either on either side of him as her jaws worked to get the side of his muzzle. Afterwards, the next plan was executed. She would slam his head down straight into the ground, bring it back up, and smash again, this time a different angle. Over and over again.
Vadimir felt spit and blood mix together in a sloppy, congealed mess on his face. Ugh.... hurt so much yet felt so HOT. Wait, he wasn't supposed to be getting all randy and bothered by this! Deep breaths Vad, deep... inhale, ow, exhale. Inhale, ow, exhale. Body tensed when she glared her challenge, and it only made him all the more warm beneath the collar. GAWD WOMAN STAHP. Just do the damn punishment and get it over with!! But then she'd adjust, switch and maneuver herself so that she was standing over him. Wha... what was happening... ? Before he could make sense of it he felt himself forcibly pulled forward, and then smashed upon the ground. OW HELL. Loud snort caused drool, blood, and snot to fly, where was anyone's guess. Even now he refused to make a sound, even as he was knocked around like a bitch. Just... just keep your boner tucked bruh... and everything would be fine....
Nida raised her head and high, to relinquish the vice grip to Vad's muzzle so that his head made impact to the ground with a thud. Her face was besmirched with Vad's blood and she stared him down for a space of seconds. If only then .. she grasped what she knew now .. she'd would perhaps stand a chance. Yes. Her tongue squirms against the cusp of teeth. A paw let up from the debris and ash to walk up upon his shoulder, her eyes staring down at him with a impish, snaggle-toothed grin, before dipping her head into a moderately low bow. Her thoughts were all over the place, jumbled, and each one hinky with what to settle as inquiring eyes raked over him, and fast. Decisions decision decisions. Oh! -- she knew! Her mouth gingerly wraps around one of his toes to his feet and would thrash her head wildly about, up, down, sideways -- you name it. Nida was on it.
Vadimir was dropped like a hot stone. Ooof.... He'd let out a brief grunt, following her movements with lidded eyes. And then she had the audacity to smile at him. Smile! He cringed inwardly and tucked lower half more securely. Nope nope nope nope.... But soon she was making her way around, and he'd watch her. This level of anonymity was something he'd always seen in Nida. She wasn't one to often just give out feelings. But with this newly added dash of SPICE thrown into the mix... it gave her whole demeanor a new, and very appealing aspect. Another series of inhales were done, second to last of which morphed into a choked growl as his foot, mainly a toe, was grabbed and shaken about like it was Tuesday. Face would remain resolute and stoic, though insides would be an awful mixture of arousal and agony. Oh... the woes of being a King... with so many sexy subjects. SIGH.
Nida was overly thrilled with the prospect of him cringing at the sight of her grin, gnarled, cryptic and rehearsed. It soon evaporated with a bow and the sequence of events that followed hereafter. Which led to the present- thrashing, flailing her head in aimless but array of directions with obvious intent to severe the toe messily from its owner. Her teeth dug further with the clench and muscle power behind it. And if it came off at long last, it would be held between her incisors carefully like " ha ha I got your toe" before chewing monotonously. With face going aside she spat the piece out, far from where they situated themselves and into oblivion. He didn't need that any longer; he'd do fine with a missing toe. And oh .. what about the initiation? All others gone through the suffering while he only had scar from battles he waged - and probably won .. boring - so .. hey, why not? Nida would loom over him again, take possession of his ear, pull with a crane of head, and agonizingly rip his ear at a leisure rate. He deserved all he earned. Congrats, Vad. Congrats.
Vadimir nuzzled the ground with his cheek. Oh dirt, you're my only friend. He really was beginning to feel drunk with pain. Who was he, where was he, why did Nida have such big paws?? Did he ingest a shroom without realizing?! Hue.... maybe. No, it just hurt that damn bad. To have his toe ripped off, involuntary flinch was all that would be made. Oh, how he'd bawl like a little baby once he had some privacy. But until then? Until then he just held quiet and LET IT SEEP INTO HIS BONES. Jaws would open in a pant. Ahhh boy, this... was both horrible and amazing. He loved it, he hated it. Jegus. He couldn't decide which was more palpable. The way she chewed his widdle toe... the look of scorn and absolute MEH. It was as thrilling as it was enraging. When she went to his ear, he actually brightened. Oh yes pls... he was honestly astonished this hadn't happened sooner. Of all the things, of all the injuries he'd gained. For some bizarre, unfathomable reason. His ears were always dandy. Wat up wit dat?? When it was torn free, after much tossing and squirming, he'd let out a shaky, elongated breath. "Vhere haz zis zide of you been...?" He'd say dreamily, blood literally coating every aspect of his face and drenching his paw. Body instantly electrified, urging him to now give Nida a whoopin'! But.. it wasn't like that, dummy. This was a punishment for his shortcomings, not a game of mutilate-your-packmate. With that in mind he'd force himself to hold still, breathing labored but eyes still bright and stupid ass grin still plastered on his face. Jesus someone get him a candy bar!
Nida showcased what she'd guised for months .. with an ugly head reared. She flung the chunk of his ripped ear out her mouth, then licked anxiously at her lips. As she had done this, Nida moved beside him, her eyes roaming over his facial features. Her paw shoves itself against his face in a flippant and demanding manner. He can't pass out on her. Not when they ascended the height of the climax! " Waiting .." This, it was her answer, concise and treasuring valuable time. The stocky woman circled around him many times over; it was clear she was not yet ready to let this be done and over with. He was a virgin canvas in her eyes, and her teeth the brush, trying him out for the first time. There won't be another chance. Nope. Finally her gaze honed in and she advanced, close to the lower portion of his body- she gots it. Her teeth sought its purchase to his flank, the flabby piece of meat connecting thigh to his side -- yeah, mm, she wanted that! She'd thrash again and damage that, too.
Vadimir, so doped up as he was, grinned at the paw as it struck his face. OW. He'd wince, looking up at her as she spoke. Ahh... well, that made sense. "I zee... carry on zen." Not like he was about to stop her. Indeed, let her get her rocks off while she had the chance. When she went to nab the hammock of skin and tissue at the junction of his hip, he would stretch out to give her easier access. Had he been human, sweat would drench his face and upper body, internal body temperature rising from the gradual loss of blood and the intoxication of pain mixed with endorphins. DAMN HE WAS HIGH. In place of sweat drool pooled around his jaws and coated the ground beneath him, heavy breathing as audible as ever as he watched, clenching of muscles issued as she went back to work. He'd be reminded of his days back at the run-down house in the woods... back when he and Drak were but puppies, sharing what little scraps of food they had managed to procure, sharing tongues and lending comfort to one another before they were off yet again to be tortured and taught to be ruthless tools of destruction at the behest of man. Oh, jolly good. He was daydreaming now. How he missed those simple days...
Nida let that be after a couple of wild swing brandished by her head. She had a pleased-as-punch looked marring her expression, hard to conceal at this point of torture. She kept finding places to whittle and make her mark, all over his character, and such that there was naught much he could do. Hell, he even gave her the go ahead. Not really confident how much damage should be dealt, but if there was no limit .. she'd resume, until heart's content was sated. She rounded the fore of him as he began to drift off, be a little space cadet during the high of the euphoria. Nida wanted to tut. She thrusts out her foot again, to prevent him from dozing off and beckon for his attention. Again. " Roll on your other side," she unblinkingly stared for a considerate time thinking .. thinking .. and thinking. Should he do this she'd go for his shoulder on the uninjured side and have a go at that too. If he took his sweet ass time, however, Nida would assist him with a grasp of his scruff.
Vadimir stared at the paw as he was bitch slapped again. OHHI, AREN'T YOU LOVELY AND SWEET. Kiss kiss the paw, so gorgeous, much wow. He loved that paw, and everything about it. It was just... SO AMAZING. AH. When she gave direction, his yes sharpened a moment and he stared at her, even as he rotated his body to her specifications. Her wording, for whatever reason. Had brought him back to his senses... or. Drunken, high as balls, horny senses. As fun as it was walking down memory lane... he still had to be expected to do shit once this was over. Ergh... what to do... indecision rose, but once Nida was done with his shoulder, he would attempt to rise. "Gotten it all out of your zystem....? If zo, come help me go mark ze territory boundariez...." And if she was indeed done, he would stumble and wobble and limp and look an absolute fool as he tried to act like... well not fine. But, uh... managible? Yeah, yeah let's go with that.
Nida curled her scarred lip when he began to kiss and lick at her toes. She kicked him. Stop that. Soon as he flipped onto his other side she pounced him and gripped the flesh about his shoulder, twisted, pulled, ripped. Nida stepped off and away once the exaustion crept clandestine on the woman. Eugh. She was ready to turn in, resign herself in the den with her children, when Vad spoke up. Why in the world he wanted to mark territory at this god forsaken hour was beyond her fathoming .. Alas .. the bitch fit Drakov pitched not too long ago rang headily in the back of her mind like a nagging mofo. Wordless, all he'd ever get from her is a rustic inclination of her head. She would pull herself along through the forest. Nida lapsed back into her moody brood. Typical trademark.
Vadimir stumbled and peed willy nilly like a drunkard hobo before coming back home and flopping onto the ground, hugging his severed toe and ear warmly. I LOVE YOU GUYS.~
---pause zod x drak punishment----------
Zodiak felt the surge of adrenaline, the rush of the fight that finally took over his reluctancy to go through with all this. This would be his service to drak, proving not only that he could handle this, but satisfying drak's need to be diciplined for his own actions. It was another round of feels all over again, this time however, it would be masked in blood. Jaws had succesfully clamped onto flesh and side to side thrashing was forcing blood into his mouth. The taste only excited his actions, making it all the more real and nothing like the play sessions they'd had. No this would be his little vent on the tsar... for everything to be settled. His ear, nearly dying, being raped; all those little actions that built hatred would be calmed in this moment. It was almost like some blood ritual to set it all in stone. Feeling drak snapping at his neck, zod would growl hoarsely and exurt extra effort into one good thrash that would hopefully tear a sizable opening into the spot where he'd latched. He'd then release, snapping jaws toward the tsars face in warning. hmm.. now what. He'd remove himself from overtop the tsar and slowly circle him as if looking for the perfect kill spot. No that wasn't his intention but drak didn't have much to work with, his ears and tail were both already gone. Huff. Frame would quickly move toward one of his forelimbs, grabbing the midsection and pulling it in the direction of his hind legs. With no resistance, teeth would gnash against his flesh, head twisting this way and that before letting him go to search for a new, more effective target.
Drakov: After the initial freak mode had dicipated, Drak's 'ttude slowly dicipated. Despite chunk of flesh stripped from his side, the short-tempered Tsar remained in place. Snapping teeth held back as nothing but a curled lip and occassional flick of tongue. Unlike Vad who had to contain the erge to moan and ensure his punishment... Drak had to contain the erge to INITIATE. He wasn't nearly as into the recieving end of things as he was the giving. It was at most a means to amplify him, which.. Was exactly what was going on. It was amping him up, with no possible way to let it out. So all he could do was try to keep himself in check. Zod's corrective response was met with a dramatic huffing snort of sorts. Head flopping to ground with a thud. Grumble grumble. Are we fucking done yet!??!?! Two-toned gaze slowly motioned about as Zod circled, following his movements with a curious yet fierce stare. Nothing personal mind you. He just had a lot boiling inside. Harhar. No more acting stupid and wrecklessly hrm Drak!? Yea we'll see. As teeth snapped down around limb, hind legs tucked and dug claws awkwardly into the ground below. A sort of.. coping method.. He'd tense, and dig in in every way shape and form possible, but once again.. It was more due to sitting still and not fighting back, than because the act was painful. OH THE MENTAL TORTURE. So lost in his anger, it took several seconds for him to realize... His vision was beginning to blur. Heart pounding, ribs hurting. All his tension, all the stress. It was stirring up that internal injury.
Zodiak's tail waved stiffly behind him as he managed to clamp down on the leg and give it a few good gnashing chomps. As he circled the tsar, gaze occationally trailed to his expression. Internal empathy and decompression forced him to look away with a growl to amp himself back up. Punishment. yes... Did he really need it? He left sure but he was trying to protect his family... No! Fight as a pack. Light sneeze followed by side to side rotation of head and neck led him around behind the tsar where paws would stop. Curled lip twitched before body lunged for his rear and jaws sought to clamp down on the back of his thigh. I got dat ass now! He'd growl and use a combination of backward tugging, thrashing, and chomping to ensure the tsar wouldn't sit right for a week. Durring the process single eye caught glimpse of something else of interest, and payback crosssed his mind. Although this particular tsar wasn't the one that had performed the actual move, he'd helped. When satisfied with his thigh, he'd release and shove nose between both limbs with all intent to nip at delicate jewels. If the tsar didn't lose his shit and he managed to clamp over the entirety of the package, bite would remain reserved but you'd be sure he'd pull and tugg at it while jaws kept a chewing motion.
Drakov: GRUMP GRUMP GRUMP.. Bout all there was to it. Expression twisted this way and that, then back again in the obvious fit of emotional turmoil and anger brewing beneath that stiff occassionally twitching white frame of his. If it were any worse he'd look like he was a having a siezure. So much effort was soaked into containing his composure that once Zod was out of easily noticeable range Drak didn't care enough to pay further attention. So for barely a second Zod was gone from his mind as a whole, until of course teeth were felt on the sensative tissue of his thigh. Every bit of his body was so tight from his frustrations that the pinching of teeth only came off worse than it should have. Look Drak now you're just fucking yourself. REEL IN THAT GOD DAMN 'TTUDE and suck it up until it's over. Later you can challenge him to a spar and make him suffer.. Yea... yea.. That's how he'd let all this out. Mmm. Okok. BREATHE. Trembling legs would subside with the expell of a air, tongue flicking yet again against his dark lips. And just when he was hopeful it was over, those pinching teeth seemed to shift. Tha fuck!? Right as he'd mellowed out! SONS OF BITCHASSMOTHERFUCKING... Body tensed up almost immediately, curling into it'self in subconcious motion to roll and snap fangs at the boy! Once again... Sure it hurt.. I mean fuck his balls were being yanked on. You'd have to be a srs masochist to get into that. And obviously.. Drak was no such thing! BUT FUCK MAN. It was the huge pride killer part of things that flared his sudden snake like strike! Well. Attempt at a strike. In the time it took eyes to widen, teeth to bare and a harsh growl to start a sound off.. It was all cut short. Hardly off the ground, he'd find himself flopping back down again. Eyes rolling slightly to shut as he flopped to the earth. Though there was no time to react to it before lack of conciousness kicked in, his internal pain had spiked and flared through his body like a static wave.
Zodiak felt another rush as the blood from juicy thighs leaked into his jaws. He continued his assult, ripping and tearing before new target was aquired. Poor drak looked horrible, and deep down zodi felt it. He really didn't want to hurt the tsar like this... A spar was one thing but this punishment.. it was so degrading. Hmm... perhaps the point when it came to other members and their wrongdoings but the tsar had made an honest mistake. Zod was begining to question how much longer he could keep this up on one he thought so fondly of. snorting, he got to work on the next location: Deez nuts. Jaws clamped over the fuzzieness with controlled viciousness. He didn't want to destroy the tsar, no, but he wanted to give him a little pain. Head twisted so molars could chomp lightly on them before rolling back toward incisors to tug head back and to the side. Attention quickly shifted however as the tsar moved to what seemed attack him. Heavy growl rumbled and he prepared to snap back. He'd give a more pressured chomp in warning like 'bro I got your balls don't fuck with me'. Instead, however, the tsar came partway then collapsed and the tension that surged his body had faded. Zodi froze for a moment, gazing toward the tsar with jems still in mouth. Wait..what? he quickly released and trotted toward the front. "Drak...?" head tilted and with no response a wave of panic rushed him. He growled and grabbed the side of the tsars neck, tugging back. He'd prob end up dragging the body through the dirt before releasing and nudging him again "Drak...DRAK!" he barked right where his ear should be before pacing a few steps side to side. Did he do this?! was he dead?!!! no... not dead but.. Quick short whimpers escaped him as he circled the tsar, nudging him here and there before rounding back to the front. "Come on get up!" he snapped "We're not done!" Jaws clamped over his muzzle to give a mild shake before releasing, and with no response he'd completely decompress. Bite was replaced with licks, body shifting to the previously inflicted wounds to lick the blood free. This is exactly why he didn't want to do this! God damnit drak! Muzzle tilted to the sky to let out a howl for help. He'd wait a while before curling up beside the tsar and hopefully in time he'd come to.
Nida sat a foot or so away from the on-goings since her eyes kept on the two. Watching the punishment only rallied a deep, primitive side of the woman she never understood until now, and head lowered to ravenously absorb the details, movement, decisions, and reactions -- all of it. Observing was more painful than the beating that Vad earned, and the acts she'd exacted were pretty gruesome. It seem so simple, changing perspective. And while she was ruminating, both ears swung forward at the bay for help. The burly woman push to her fours to come to aid. Her shoulder bumps into his, " you did good." Singing praise in the midst of Drakov past out cold? Seems legit. " Just don't think as hard, about what comes after- just do it." Odd .. to be advising the best course of action considering she's the typical fuck-up, but .. hey, if she knew something .. share? Right? When she eyed Drak, she inclined her head. Nida studied him -- real diligent like. " To the den ..?" where he may rest ..?
Zodiak was frantic to say the least. He felt as if he'd gone too far, done too much and now the tsar was hurt; bad. He never thought it possible. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE IMORTAL! ...gdi... Attention was drawn when nida brushed up beside him. He tensed and turned into her, nuzzling up beneath her chin. "Something's wrong..." he mused, turning to look back at drak. Frame paced towards him and graced another lick across his cheek before nida's words knocked some sense into him. "yeah... Ill get his neck" He paced around behind the tsar, nose pushing under his neck to roll him just enough for jaws to quickly snap a good amount of scruff. He'd wait for nida to get her end before slowly heaving backwards to drag the tsar into the rock fortress where he could rest and recover.
Nida pointedly frowned. She inched her face near his to smush into a fur full of affectionate nuzzles. " He'll be fine," she'd assure him. If Drak can survive getting his ass handed by a bear, survive the severe injuries, and come back to them ..? Yeah, without a doubt Nida had full force of faith he'll come around. Eventually. She drifts to the rear of Drakov and grasp his thigh, up high, and strain the muscles in her neck in order to lift. This guy is no light weight .. that's for certain. He was inconspiciously packing pounds that guised itself well as fluff. Without further ado she made for the den's mouth at the ready of Zod with an awkward waddle for a gait.
Zodiak sighed "I hope your right..." shaking his head he'd move to grasp the tsar and begin backward dragging from the front while nida had control of the rear. It took quite a bit of effort to drag the giant marshmallow into the seclusion of the den, but eventually he was in. He'd gently release his scruff, placing head to the dirt with another lick before turning toward nida. "Thank you" light wag of his tail was given , chest expanding rhythmatically from exaustion. This day would be added to the list of total crap days.
Nida eyed him and his sigh while holding a mouthful upon mouthful of ass fluff. Before she even knew it, they had Drakov inside the den in some isolated part of the den. He was stuck with the children full of personality, the women coming in and out of heat, and .. well .. that must be a crowd. She crested her head with a raise, all while licking lips. " I know so .." babbled the darkly furred she-wolf, after letting go of Drakov. Her tail gave a sloven wag. " No problem," though her smile did not quite wrinkle the corners of the woman's eyes. It seem her mind was already on the welfare of children, the others, and most importantly ... Cin. Oh, poor her. " We should take the children out on a hunt .." reflected she out loud.
Zodiak was a complete package of emotional conflict. He'd done his job, but to what end? now the tsar--their alpha seemed disabled. Had he really done so much damage? Sigh-huff. Gaze flickered to nida at her proposal of a family picnic. He smiled tiredly "yes, they need to learn what it is to hunt as a pack..." gaze drifted to drak for a moment before he huffed heavily and dropped rear to the dirt. They'd go hunt a nice sized elk to feed the pack. Head twisted toward the den entrance in thinking manner. He'd have to go out and find the scent of the herd, no need dragging them out to end up going the wrong way.
Nida's nose wiggled then bunched. It was hard to determine what Zod was thinking, however she was not oblivious to the inner turmoil he has over the injuries of Drak. She goaded her nose straight into his shoulder, " he will be fine. If something bad does indeed happen we will look after him until he is well again. Don't worry." Her head perked to his assentment, and inwardly she swells with enthuasiam. " Yeah .. especially .." she paused, planting her rear end onto the disturbed dirt, tail moved off to the side and brace against thigh. " Tomorrow. Today we have done enough .." Yeah .. torturing has taken a lot out of them both. She hunkers to the ground and rest her eyes. Sleeeeeeep.
Zodiak's single ear flicked toward nida as she spoke, distracting his worried thoughts toward more optimistic feelings. He quickly nudged into her and gave several licks to her muzzle. Your the best! When the subject switched to the pups, he too felt a small surge of excitement. Training was always fun, especially when it was with your own kids and bonus points--Hunting! Body would lean into nida. Yes, tomorrow...tired, must sleep. As he lowered down beside her gaze would linger on drak, mind tumbling between complete exhaustion and restlessness. He'll be ok.. yep he'll be just fine....right?