Vadimir had been out on patrol since dawn. Keeping these ruddy assholes with their nickers hiked up to their tits, hands out in the universal sign of GIMME. No, fuck those twerps. Drak was done with it, Vad was done with it. Wounds be damned, he'd hobble after the motherfucker's like an old curmugeonly priest with his cane. GET OFFA MY PROPERTY. But so far there wasn't a soul in sight, not even in the form of prey. Were they migrating, perhaps? There shouldn't be any need, since nature was at the height of it's bounty. Unless of course, they'd found greener pastures. Which wasn't a huge concern, mainly meant longer traveling time. But none of it even mattered if they didn't find out where the hoofed critters never disclosed their new digs! So Vadimir made his way home, one ear flicking in irritation at it's missing brethren. Gonna have to get used to that. He'd stashed his toe and ear someplace lovely, for safe keeping. He had to show them off to Drak! Ohhh, how tickled pink he'd be. sure, still had that srs business chat to get down to first... but what a lovely ice-breaker it'd be! When he came upon the territory, Vad would see... lotsa lotsa fresh blood. It wasn't a surprising or unusual sight, but his curiosity perked. Oh, who'd gotten their ass beat now?? He limped over, taking a whiff. His expression became stunted, and his body tensed. Then he remebered a second later. Oh, right. Tsar punishment. OOHH, maybe Drak got his toe nommed off too?! Vad's tail did a happy wiggle. JOYYY. THEY COULD COMPARE NUBS TOGETHERRFKGMBDSA. Excited as can be, Vadimir hurried his wounded ass into the den. But what he saw, had him frozen within seconds. There was Zod and Nida... and Drak. Had he fallen asleep, had the torture been that bad? Vadimir limped over in a rush, any pain forgotten in his need to be there for his bro. He sniffed Drak over, nose lingering over the wounds, one ear slicking against his skull as his pupils dilated. He'd take one step away from his brother, body lowering as he'd hover over Draki in a half crouch with all the protectiveness of a mother hawk. He'd turn toward the couple, quick-fire emotions going from happy-go-lucky of seconds before, to pained accusing.
Nida succumb to a deep and long, uninterrupted sleep. She was sleeping nearby Zod and the great white marshmellow, sounding rumbles of snores and hefty snorts throughout the period of rest. Her nose picked up something, as did her sense of hearing, and thus the woman's head nudging itself from between the abnormally large paws. Nida's lack of orientation focus to then settle on Drakov and instantly assumed he had come to .. Her tail thumps. " Thank god you're okay," rasped in an ear-grating voice, the ears shoved back against her head. Once clarity finally arrived and details sharpened, her face fell a few inches. It was Vad. False alarm. Though the look he gave has her mildly bristled, taken aback and mildly slighted. Why were they quick to pin the blame when the two were simply following orders ..? Grunt, "why are you behaving this way?" Her eyes steady on his visage but never move off him either. " Both of you accepted the punishment," her voice was interpersed with emotions, consisting of anger, confusion and guilt. Why she felt guilt was beyond her fathoming. Plus restating the obvious seem to help keep her train of thoughts from going off the rails and to oblivion.
Vadimir just kept on starin' like WHAT DID YOU DO. Even after Nida spoke. Indeed, they had accepted the punishments. Demanded it, even. But Vad could take injuries to himself. He'd sustained them all his life. But watching, or rather, seeing the aftermath of Drak's beatings, was something else entirely. "....." He wanted to punch them both in the face, wanted to grind their teeth together until they punctured their own gums. But he couldn't refute Nida's logic. They had only done as asked. Nothing more. Vadimir just hadn't been expecting to come home to a clunked out brother. No, he'd expected to come in seeing Drak beat up, yes. But awake and vibrant, with that same ol' pissed off look he always wore. Like he had a rabid chipmunk shoved up his butthole. "Vot happened." He was finally able to say, his vocals lowered to such an extent that it was just barely fathomable.
(14:23:48) Nida gathered to roused feet and shake, the fat sprawling into motion and even slapping other parts of her body. The woman wetly snorts. Her frown was much apparent, and the pangs in her chest grew heady. She did not like the funny constriction, she experienced and must endure. A gusty breath expels itself past the darkly furred wolf's lips as gaze looked over to where Vad is, then Drak. " Zod gave the punishment as told," she described, from what she can call sunsets ago .." And Drak passed out from nut cradling .. " She guess because seeing his own life and pride and joys in the tooth and jaw of another was too excruciating to stay conscious for .. " Then me and Zod took him in the den and stayed by his side, to make sure everything is okay. " Annnnnd then back to the present! Her heels dug into the soft dirt inside the den, her lips licked. " What of the others ..? Have you seen them ..?" Can't do her job and earn her keep without the others around! Sigh.
Vadimir willed himself to keep the grumpies in place, rather than let them simply wash away by reason. But as he listened to her account, Vadimir slowly calmed and would allow for countanence to lax into disgruntled acceptance. PFT FINE. BUT I'M WATCHIN' U. "Ballz..." That so didn't sound right at all. Not the wording in of itself, but the idea of Drak losing consciousness over Zod coping a feel. Hell, Vad would've been tickled pink, quite literally. If that had happened during his torture. It didn't... why? His jaw clenched, and his fur puffed until he indeed resembled a marshmellow. "Good question," He'd comment off-hand, all eyes on his brother. "Zey have... all been abzent. I've scented Solv a few timez, but mainly at night." Perhaps she was truly a nocturnal sort. And as the weather grew increasingly toasty, it would make sense why someone would want to keep to the later hours. "But az for ze rest... I've eizer juzt mizzed zem, or zey have not been around at all." He'd pause, digesting his own words, before turning back toward Nida, his expression grave. "Und vot of your children? Have zey been around, have zey been earnink zeir keep?"
Nida witnessed the conflict on his face grow then smooth itself out in seconds. Her own bristly state settles. Deep in the fiber of her being she hoped for an escalation .. perhaps a fight to push aside her feelings than sort them out separately. His comment has her staring with blatant confusion. " Balls ..?" Her eyes shift to Drakov's nuts, probably hidden by his mountain of fluff and massive fur. They quickly avert in fear it might been mistaken for anything but innocent inquiring. " I wish we had not gotten so big," mumbled the wolf, " things could have been handled differently .. not that I wish things were .." Because hey .. she got to beat the shit out of Vad and personally see to his brand new collection of injuries- her esteem grew for the two marshmellows. Nida stared. Who in the hell is Solv? But no matter .. in due time, she shall meet all of Vechnyy. Her eyes narrow. All she can think of are the children he took and stole for his selfish intent, and became hardened with stoicism. " We're going hunting. Those that refuse shall starve and be beaten."
Cinnema had been keeping herself busy during all dat time that I haven't been rping. UNTIL apparently, somewhow she'd gotten a bad piece of meat? Or so she had assumed, while she was flopped at the river's side with the mother of all stomach aches and the contents were being spilled downstream. Tha fuck had she eaten? She couldn't remember well enough to really identify in her mind what was causing this, and she spent some time not very happily, for once, at the river's side. Throwing up downstream when she had pains and taking little sips from the clean water flowing down to her. That worked, right? It just sucked that she ended up being sick during the weekend. Yesterday had brought a change and she'd felt better, able to stretch and actually eat without her stomach giving in with complete protest. WOO FINALLY. Still she didn't chose to do too much, god forbid she summon another wave of nausea. Little extra water and a swim, and by the next day she was cool with returning to the courtyard without fear of her stomach's contents being launched all over the place. Cuz that would be nice, yeah. pfft. Casual, relaxed wag of her tail even though her eyes seemed tired as they glanced over the conversing couple there. Only wandering in to hear the last statement to utter from her dark friend's mouth. Gaze widened as she came to stand near them, ears perked with interest. "..What the hell did I miss?" she questioned, tone seeming quite surprised. Like seriously, what happeneddd?? Nida had been so nice! Slightly devious smile curled over her lips, but she shrugged before attention went to, more obviously, Vad and his new collection of wounds. Almost shock registered on her face, and she'd move without pause toward him to sniff at him with a slight growl. Seriously, again, what happened?? She wasn't going to repeat that but she was more focused on the fact that something had gone down while she was over being sick. PFFT. Spit it out quickk.
Vadimir scooted closer to Drak to clean, press, and iron out the wrinkles caused by his and Zod's tussle. "Uhm... yeah. Nevermind." Whatever his hunches were concerning Drak's unusual faint, Vad wasn't ready to begin sharing it with just anyone. Mind, Nida obviously wasn't just anyone. But.... it just felt private. "Ve made a lot of miztakez. Von of zem vaz allowink far too many to call zis pack home. But ve are correctink it now, zo zere's no point in bitchin'. Ve veed out ze uzeless scrapz und keep vot haz rightfully earned zeir place, und zat vill be zat." Of course, easier said than done, what with half of the piggies being prepared for the butcher's knife, were still off and unacounted for. BUT. Couldn't help that. Only sure fire means to ramificate would be to do what they'd already been doing. Patrolling like mad and keeping the pack boundaries well stocked on piss and shit. Especially shit. When Nida spoke up about the pups, Vadimir crawled over Drak, getting those hard to reach When she finished, he lifted himself up and turned to her. "Vot else?" The question was posed simply enough, but anybody who knew Vad, understood that whatever he said. Usually had more than one meaning or point. Nida being his spot of interest would flap out the window when Cinn sprung in like Homey the Clown. Expression turned mild shock as he looked her over. SHIT GURL WHERE YOU BEEN? When she came in to hardcore inspect his booboos, he couldn't resist one moment of derptitude. Lifting hind leg he'd hop until his side faced her, and she could get a good look at his paw. He'd wiggle his little bloody nub, stupid ass grin on his face, like 'lookit wat I got eeeeeeee'. Then he'd reach over to grasp her cheek, as much an act of 'hi I missed u' as, 'come lookit your man he knocked the fuck out'. Placing wounded limb down again, with evident wince, he'd cast a questioning look toward Nida. Do YOU wanna tell her, or me?
Nida raised a lip, intermittently twitching. But it eventually hunkered down and covered the yellowed fang. " Just making conversation..." Should have known better than to intiate one with him, he didn't seem to catch on. And now she thought on it longer .. she must be running on desperate juice to do something foolhardy and silly. Well .. whatever. Live and learn, she suppose. Something unintelligible was uttered mutely beneath a breath as Vad broached on plucking weeds and the like. Nida's gaze set itself upon the den's entrance, yawning wide open for a breach of sunlight to encroach. She kept to the silence until he spoke directly to her. Of course, just as Nida was ready to speak in comes Cinn looking like a mess. She'd lick at Cinn's muzzle tasting like vomit and god knows what else she's been concerning herself with then steps back. The look Vad gave has her groaning- explaining is a bitch and chore, why she gotta do it? Grunt. " Drak .. ahh, wasn't happy with how the pack is going .. blah blah blah, he demotes wolves .. ahh, some are punished .. and one slaughtered, from what I know." Her voice strained at the last bit. Boy, guilty guilty! " Drak and Vad took their punishment .." As she can imagine, to uphold the law and words, above all the wolves .. even alphas. Her eyes go over toward Vad, like, wondering if he wanted to do a favor .. Someone needs to tell Cinn!
Cinnema didn't look like a mess!! Or did she? Heck she was probably all dusty and fur all over, considering she'd sat on the riverside a few days. And no doubt her breath still smelled faintly of vomit, lucky for them! Head would shift to rub her apparently foul-tasting muzzle against Nida's before her focus was snapped in on the injuries Vad had. Which apparently included a pretty lost toe, that he seemed so happy about and about which she was not thrilled. Eyes simply narrowed as he moved to show it off, roll of her eyes and a sigh accompanying that before she satisfied her urge to sniff over the mess that was Vad and she was tugged on. Slight huff emitted, Cin's head turning to poke her nose against the side of his face before eyes fell to Drak and she bristled more than she had been already. Nida's words had ears swiveling in that direction, reluctantly looking up after a moment. Though what was said was not at all pleasing to her. Heck the boys were bad at telling things, but they were at least better than that. Lip curled and she stared bluntly at her female friend. Thoughts filtering for a moment before she could find something to say that didn't convey distaste toward Nida. "That doesn't help me any." Her voice was still blunt and flat as hell, and perhaps it wasn't the nicest. But she wasn't spitting on anyone's toes- or lack there of- so that was good. Since when did the allmighty Tsars accept punishment? Cuz every damned thing they did to her, she'd never gotten to do anything in return! BAH. "Don't give me blah, blah, give me details." I AM YOUR QUEEN. TELL ME. RAWR. Hohum, with a shuffle she'd plop herself down none too patiently by Drak with slight concern flickering over her face while she curled herself closer to him. A few gentle licks would be applied to his face before her eyes went right back up glaring at the two who were not talking fast enough.
Vadimir pouted when Cinn wasn't nearly as enamored with his missing toe as he was. WHY DIDN'T ANYONE LIKE EET. Then he'd stare at Nida as she gave her account of things.... aw c'mon man wtf. That was literally forcing him to do it! Grumble rumble belly-ache, and accidental fart. Oopsy, nobody heard that.... probably smelled it though. "Nida, ze fuck." Was all he could manage to say, and lamely at that. How can you beat the tar out of me, but not manage to give your superior a recount on recent events, including said beatdown?! Pah. He'd turn away from her to focus on Cinn. But not before glancing at Nida like NO MORE NUTELLA FOR YOU. "You may recall I zet about promoting zoes who have proven zeir vorth, und charging zem vith takink avay ze layabouts und vorking zem until eizer zey found zeir purpoze, or died. VELL," AND HERE COMES THE HUM-DINGER. "In zeh time zat Drak haz returned, many of zose in need of trainink have vanished. Zeveral are on death row, vhile ze rezt are up for demotion, or death if zey do not shape up. Zose zat are up for death are...." He'd give out the list, reciting each name without much care or lavish attention. He'd barely grown attached to the majority, so it was no skin off his bones! But at the last name, he'd murmur so softly as to be barely audible.... "Und Hadlee." It wasn't with remorse that his voice and bearing grew heavy. It was that he knew what it meant to her. He'd give a gruff exhale, before continuing. "Und zose for demotion, are," Another brief list, before eventually he got to talk of the border patrols. "Anyvon crossink our territory boundary iz to be run off, or keeled on zight. No exceptionz." AND FINALLY, to the moment we've all been waiting for!!! "Und az ve, ze rulerz, ze alphaz. Are juzt az guilty of our short-cominks az ze rest of Vechnyy. Drak und I took our punishments...." So... yeah. Kinda her turn now, hurp.
Nida pulled her lips in. She was stiff in guard to Cinn's entire body language and unnecessary and brooding glare. Nida had never paid much care to details, but it seemed to her that this won't go over well. The dark woman sent the 'look' to Vad as a silent reprimand; he always found a way to bring her humility to the fore, one way or another. " What?" The corner of her mouth upturned in a half-assed grin. In the end .. she doesn't have to expatiate. BUT THE NUTELLA THOUGH ... The little smirk dissipates immediately. Hearing names that rang familiar in the woman's ears has her looking over to Drakov, still unconscious it seems. He has been like this for days .. Now she wondered the extent of his travels and what tolls they take. Grunt. Hearing Hadlee's name out the bunch has her looking over toward the alpha female, and then Vad, realizing he's showing a smidge of respect to Cinn's feelings. Nope .. not a thing on her expression, dry as grass. Seems she's intact.
Cinnema tilted her head to finally receive words. Impatient muchh? Yes a little bit. Body curled quite protectively near Drakov's and absentmindedly giving him little attentions as her eyes and ears were focused up to receive the briefing. A nod; she remembered Vad going about and promoting, and trying to get people off their butts. Yes, that was a good thing, mhm what else. Honestly it was of no surprise to her that there were some among them that were now marked on the edge of death, since. Well she hadn't seen hardly any of them in a while-- wait what. Thoughts that were being calmed by the stream of information handed over were put on absolute hold when Vad's voice was quiet, soft. She stilled and stared, and while she tried her best to focus on the rest of what was being said, truly there was parts of her on the inside crumbling and breaking. But her face and posture, while she was tense, was utterly blank of emotion. She waited for Vad to trail off and be quiet before she even let And, should Hadlee return? Fuck if Cin cared how she died, but she had an idea how she would do it. Eyes opened, flashing reserved, calm, with a hint of the storm underneath. Hey, a promise was a promise? This was what had been agreed to in the first place. And never again. "Thank you for informing me," she murmered, voice almost normal except for the tired note there. With another soft lick to Drak's skull she would pull away from him and stand back up, chin raising even as she stretched her legs and shook herself from head to toe. Just brushing it off. Oh, yeah, that punishment thing. She blinked twice, focusing on that. Eyes turning to Vad. So serious now. "You couldn't save me a bite?" She tsk-ed. Shame, for she would have liked that. But hmm, her punishment. She took steps away from the sleeping (she assumed, she didn't know..) Drakov, eyes on Nida before she flashed a bright smile, not quite reaching her eyes however. Hey, bby, you wanna. Do me a favor? Tail flicking lowering between her legs. If that wasn't obvious enough, a wink would be flashed at her friend. Nope if Vad wanted to do it, nu uh. She'd wronged Nida before and she knew it, so give her a chance. Not that she'd really do anything if he joined in on her punishment, to be honest. COME AT ME. Or she was going to put her face in Nida's jaws, for the sake of fairness.
Vadimir saw the pain, saw the angst, saw the hurt... before it all slowly faded behind that perfected mask. He wouldn't make a comment on it, nor would he add his own feelings to the mix. Cinn already knew how he felt, and he wasn't childish enough to rub it in her face. Because... despite his distrust, loathing, and perhaps more than misguided spite toward the woman. He had hoped she would do as she had promised. Hoped she would have acted with the honesty and charisma she so often put on display around him. Had it all been an act, a sham? He didn't know. Swift lunge would enact with complete lack of warning, jaws aimed to snatch Cinn's muzzle into his maw, before giving her a hefty shake, staring into her eyes. Don't hold it in, yo. All it lead to was shrooms and breakdowns... SHROOMS AND BREAKDOWNS. Neither of which would help now. He'd release seconds later, had he gotten his hold. Attention shifting to Nida, lips parting in preparation to re-address the issue from before. But then Cinn gave him a look, to which he'd blink. Wut?? Then she made her way over to Nida, and it clicked. Oh, right. The thingy... he'd take a step back, settling nex to Drak as he watched and awaited to see how the two lady's would treat this. Vad only enjoyed torture when it visibly instilled fear, pain, and anguish. Those who willingly allowed for such actions... meh. Didn't make his red wiggly all that jolly. Ironic, considering he was the latter.
Nida figured Lee was getting what's coming to her. Nida nods, with a last glance to Vad. As this stocky woman naturally wiggled her toes, she ran through a list of thoughts. They were mostly remembering the names of those demoted, punished and slaughtered; it might take them days, weeks maybe, to find them should any stragglers decide to brave back. This talk of robbing one of life left a odd taste in Nida's mouth. At least they cut right to the heart of it, this subject, and went on. Her eyes steady upon Cinn as she gave the most unusual look, that caused she to stare at Vad, apparently lost. Perhaps she seeked approbation or ... make sense of this. Her rehearsed smile was met with a solid stare, untouched. Lips pulled with a curl over teeth and hindlegs tensed but she did not yet pounce. Instead, her eyes narrow. " Follow me to the river .." If no protests ..? she'd guide her there no problems~ Dohohohoho.
Cinnema was fine with keeping her thoughts in her head! LEMME ALONE. The grasp on her muzzle shocked her into eyes opening wide, but she was smart enough to not make any move against him and hurt herself. But it snapped her out of it enough that she snarled at him, stubbornly clinging to her own thoughts. I'll share with you when I want to! Leave me alone. Back to that look she'd had before, albeit a little more disgruntled, as she went up to face Nida. No smile was flashed to her in return; c'mon bro! You aren't fun. I still love you want all, you can at least smile at me. But without encouragement her grin dropped from her features, tail twitching behind her nervously. River? ..Damn it she was just there, why? GDI SIGH. Submitting to anyone else's orders, after as long as it had been listening to Vad and Drak's.. It was difficult to do it without a huff. But she kept jaws clamped on shut and marched toward the river. You deserve this, remember, she tried to think. Not that it helped at all
Zodiak wasn't just asleep, exhaustion had made him comatose (so to speak). That being, more mental than physical. So many balls had been dropped the previous day; bitten too if you count draks. As he layed there motionless albeit twitching every now and then, the entire tale seemed to be retold in a murmur of voices. In all actuallity the voices were real but he lacked the comprehension in his state of being. It didn't take long for that to fade to black and the real dreams started. It was him and drak again, but this time they were fighting. Everything was off, drak barely moved and it seemed his fangs were gone as they collided and clashed muzzles. He made his move for the tsars neck and they both came crashing down the instant jaws tightened. Upon his release there was blood staining the tsar in great amounts, more than what should and his body was limp as it was during his punishment. Zodi paniced as he stared down at the lifeless, now gushing, form. Chest heaved and heart raced before in an instant single eye pried open with a deep intake of breath. It took him a moment as he rose to an upright posture, still remaining on his belly. Adjusting vision caught what looked like nida and cin leaving the den and vad was closeby. Huhwhat? Head twisted to find drak still closely pressed and he jumped to all fours, stumbling almost as if he just saw a dead body. Rapid breathing continued until he pushed forward to press his muzzle against the tsar. Ok still warm..still alive--not covered in blood. HEAVY SIGH. Gaze would drift to vad if he was still present, "...where are they going...?" weather or not response was given he'd remain put for a moment then slowly head in the direction of the ladies--To the river!
Nida looked to Cinn, her lips quirking with odd twitches. Nope, she can't do it. Someone is a awkward turtle! She tried .. and that's what matter's most. Right ...? Right! Within peripheral, she caught sporadic twitches coming from Zod, and head curled to get a better vantage point. Whether it was about the bear or not .. she did not have a strong enough foundation to settle for a decision. Her eyes glance to the interior of the den before taking it upon herself to start for their newly appointed destination. Once there she pauses, looking to the side of her at Cinn, " hold your breath." And not even a fraction of a second later she'd grasp for the girl's neck and attempt to shove it down into the cold depths of the river. If successful, her paw would take the stead of her mouth, itching for one of her ears. What was her initiation even ..? Can't even remember, and don't think Drak gave her one ...! Drak was far too lenient in her opinion with his brother and girlfriend, or whatever she is to him- she doesn't know. Fweeeee. Totally did not see Zod following after, too busy trying to deliver punishment and avoid her own if possible. La de da.
Cinnema did not hardly notice the twitching Zod as she'd already motioned off and toward the water's edge. Yaay, being threatened by your favorite thing.. always fun? Maybe? Whatever. She'd find out. But honestly she wasn't feeling all that threatened by the fact that they were headed toward the river. She was more uncertain because she was forcing herself to heed Nida's commands, because when was the last time she'd listened to anyone but the russian brothers? HAHA she couldn't remember. Ew. But once they were there and her paws in the water, her attention was locked on the dark woman nearby. The second her mouth opened, she snapped her jaws shut and it was only seconds before she was shoved under the surface. FAK. Her body responded instantly, stubbornly holding on to her breath but legs thrashing before she slowly forced herself to calm the heck down or pull Nida in too. NO JUST TAKE IT. Wow, payback was drowning your friends? I will remember this. Ohoho I will. But focus on not breathing in water.. Ugh. Pressure felt on her neck and ear only increased the overwhelming urge to kick Nida's ass, but she of course kept reminding herself. The Tsars took it and she was going to too. Why was this so haarrrdd? Lungs quickly almost ready to burst under the water, and before long she'd doubtless start squirming and flailing, slowly more desperate the longer she was under the surface. Forget it, drowning was not going to happen today!
Zodiak's trail to the river was a little slower than the others. His mind was still lost on drak. Turning back toward the den for a moment, ear would slick back and light huff was given. He felt guilty, he recalled when drak first came back that his roughhousing with zod left him pained and gasping... and now this. Lip twitched and internal growl voiced itself. Something was wrong, there was something drak wasn't telling them and as soon as the bastard was up and about... zod was going to find out. Paws shifted to a hault as he reached the river, watching nida and cin from a relative distance. He wasn't trying to be in the way, still a little out of it. Dull gaze lingered over them only to shift into complete surprise as nida thrust cin beneath the water. He almost questioned it until spark lit to remind him that cin too was a tsar. This must be her punishment. Nose pressed forward with increased interest, single paw following suit. Since when... did nida become such a...a.. Bad ass!? Lips twitched and danced along the border of his fangs, revealing and sheathing their tips in repetative fashion. All just a reaction to the scene that was unfolding. After some time watching cin squirm, rump would find the dirt, claws kneading the soft soil--anything really to keep his mind away from reking that girl.
Nida's efforts, of course, were met with resistance. Gave her all the more reason to shift more weigh on the paw in which took residence on top of her head, hopefully shoved deep. Nida, as fast as she could, and if her hasty action was not delayed with more struggles or Cinn gaining leverage, would sever that damn ear from its owner. The woman snarled a terrible snarl. The flap of ear would be spat off to the side- that's hers now. And oh! -- there's Zod! Her tail wagged for him with excitement, to then turned cold, remembering she has a job to do. " Stop fucking moving and take it like the others," words of anger spat from moving lips. Moving paw off, she'd quickly take a huge step back in order to ram her body straight into the other's side, bowl her over cleanly. If successful, she'd grabbed her cheek, uplift with an incline of own head, and come back down. Most likely her head would smack back into the water and hit the stuff below, such as rocks, sticks, and maybe soda cans fellow Yellowstone vistors left behind! Who knows!
Cinnema was trying to take the punishment, damn it! But breathing was kind of, hey, essential! It was her body's own reactions that she couldn't help, struggling for air below the surface. It hurt worse than just being torn up. Pushed down quickly, feeling the burn of water touching a new wound the instant it was done. She managed to not struggle away and run for the shore that instant, but just being so tense and uncomfortable under the water made her more desperate to be above and free. She was trying to keep from jerking, but of course the longer she was under, the worse it was. Of course the words went right over her head, with the personal hell she was in at the moment- Keep calm, hold your breath, don't kill Nida- only for her body to be shoved easily over into the water completely. The instant her face was grabbed and she was pulled up, she seized and gasped for that precious fresh air, but it didn't last long. Down again she went forcefully, eyes squeezed shut as she was pushed and hit the ground. Her little air bubbles were clung to hopefully but rough impact with the debris upon the river's bottom were too much to keep her mouth shut, and air was expelled within a second. Scratches doubtless aquired, but that was less important. She seized further and flailed like mad as water instead replaced air, desperate movements that she would still after a second try to calm and still, much as her legs were still slightly flailing. Can't- breathe- glub. Foggy thoughts, but she wondered how much she actually deserved this. To be fair, probably only a lot. BUT HEY LOOK, now she doesn't smell like vomit. For the moment, cuz as soon as she'd be let up this was all coming back out again. What would Drak think of her? Just flopping around drowning. Sigh.
Nida slow and carefully placed herself over the other, her tail flared with a roused state of excitement due to the constant flails, leg thrash, and struggles. When the side of Cinn's head made impact with something and let loose all the little air she had from the brief time above water, her teeth dug themselves further in the flesh about her cheek and yanked her back up. The whole of Nida's face was drenched in water and blood, stubborn to be washed away by the river's rush of current, and it soaked with something like anger. Without a doubt she is not done with her yet! She gives a little flail of her head to violently shake Cinn around. Next, she heaves her by cheek through the water and toward the rocky structure of the pack's den, the dark she-wolf balks, catching ragged breaths. Wow, she needs to work out more, with the baby weight still not shed completely. Then the pulling resumes! Once that's executed - rather sloppily she'll admit .. sad face-, gruffly, she spoke, " lay on your back .." Huff huff pant pant.
Cinnema would have gasped from that pain of being pulled back up, would that she had air. Instead more cursed water came back, faak. Again when her muzzle tasted the air she coughed and sputtered, already hacking up the water desperately to make room for breathing. It was painful, though, water dripping and expelling from nose, mouth, coming from lungs and stomach, even as she was being shaken. It just made the return of the liquid more violent and willing. Let Nida drag her back to land! She could handle it, surely. And anyway she was too focused on living at the moment to much care about going anywhere. Not so subtle shaking of her body as she was dragged yet by her cheek, which would have some wonderful scars on it later from this exercise. Once, her face had been nice and clear of any marks.. Now, not so much at all. Back legs struggled to assist in getting herself up, though she remained shaking and hacking. Her stomach still trying to get out whatever was no longer in it. So much for settling that. She fell back to a sit, dripping set, before single ear flicked to the command. Someone's been giving you too much power, lady, you need to get your ass back in line. But she flopped over onto her side anyway, ignoring pain of protest from her lungs, and slid over to expose her stomach to the sky- eyes yet defiant and lip curled in pain as she coughed a few times more.
Nida helped her buddy out, she wasn't that ruthless! A few yanks and thrashing of compact neck of hers should ought to be incentive enough ... Hopefully! The shaking and hacking were ignored in chief part. However, she balked to the dry heaves in fear she might get into the cross fire and smell like Cinn's vomit, and hers was seriously nasty. Yuck. Letting go of the cheek and stepping back she stared at the alpha for a space of seconds. Pfffft. She wasn't comfortable with the current position of power, but trying to speed things along; there was a queasy feeling in the bottom of her stomach and felt the sudden urge to let it go .. Ehem. Going to the rear end of Cinn once she's belly up, her paw pressed down against her tail and measured. Then, plucking up two-thirds of it, she dug her molars in, grind a bit, and start the excruciating process. Her tongue was confused whether to remain still or to thrust against the drawn of blood and lap it up. Oh well.
Cinnema was stubborn enough that even the jerks didn't make her want to pick her poor self up off the ground and assist in getting back to the courtyard. Nope, good luck. Even her attitude when she was heaving was ignored, just because she was mostly focused on her pain and not whatever Nida was doing. Bah. Then rolled onto her stomach, and for a moment she was consumed by her own mind and had no clue whatsoever where her punisher was. She was trying to press down the shakes, the roiling sensation in her stomach. The touch to her tail was registered, but the pain woke her up. A howl of rage and protest broke from her throat, cut off abruptly as she clamped her jaws shut. NO, she wanted to put a stop to this, end it right now and keep her tail. That was precious.. But she kept herself quiet by nearly choking on her breath, while body kept on shaking on its own accord. Just, c'mon, don't take too long with it..
Nida wasn't trying to be sweet and concentrate most of her time on the tail, since she was starting to feel strain in her neck, jaw, legs, and lungs, burning with pain. Placing her paw between Cinn's leg after chewing like crazy, she'd pull until there's a sickening snap and the piece was thankfully cleaved. Hooray. Gently she sets the tail across her alpha's chest and then continue, at the rear. Hunkering down on distended and rather round stomach, she licks at Cinn's butt fluff, and where the fatty tissue is presumed to be, for a certain amount of time before her teeth sunk its vice grip there. A little shake would be given additionally. Then, Nida would let go and lick at the inflicted wounds to bite at it again and again and again. Whether she enjoyed the questionable acts or not is left unknown. Her mind was drawing blanks once more, like the torturing of Vad. Hell, she'd even pull and shake .. and then some.
Cinnema was trying anything to not concentrate on the awful pain she was going through, all muscles clenched in protest and horror as she was chewed on. What the absolute fuck broo. The moment it was severed she felt almost a jolt run through her body, shock, pain, whatever it was. The remainder left attached was only a short extension of what had been there before, still a little left, but still much less than she cared for. And the end of it hurt like absolute hell. Slight squirming of her back legs would start, as if trying to scratch the air and thus get rid of her pain and grief. She was reminded of when her si-- ahem, when Hadlee had been forced to take her own tail. Once, sure she would've done the same. Now it was for no one but her pack, and while she hated it and was roiling in pain, she was accepting it anyway. The second the severed portion was laid upon her chest, her jaws were on it, chewing, clenching, focusing her rage onto the unimportant piece. It was gone, so it wasn't any use now. And hell if she was going to let anyone keep it as it were before, like a prize. Fuck no. It was getting chewed to pieces, as Nida was moving on to her ass. Nuu, I have a sexy butt. How dare you. What she thought was hesitation was answered with a slight kick, not aiming to hurt, but. More like, quit staring. But of course Nida wanted the booty. How could she not? Pain traveling up and down and all around her body, Cin just kept on crunching on her precius severed tail, eyes glazing slightly. Drunk on pain for minutes, and starting to be unresponsive, less caring about the biting. At least her physical pain, now, was an echo of how she felt about her disowned, lost sibling. In some way that thought was comforting to her as she nommed on her tail.
Nida was soon upon her other ass cheek to deliver the same attention upon it. Her tongue squirms to push out the excess and wet clump of fur that managed inside her mouth from teeth raking the loose material from jerks and yanks. Ow! One of her eyes was snapped shut from the knee bristle reaction, and she dryly snorts. Wow, thanks Cinn ..! The jabbed eye blinked open several times to test the extent of the pain as it stung with excessive liquid, that a tear shed. Nida finishes up with a violent shake, as if she planned to dismember that chunk of booty and keep it all to herself. Almost. Letting go and giving a delayed shaking off of semi-wet body, she licked her snout a count of times before waltzing around to the front to lower onto wide belly. She bumps noses. " I will be there for you," she spoke barely above a whisper, with eyes averting. She wasn't used to playing friend since .. well, she barely had any here at the pack, and the only one she had aside from Zod was constantly constantly busy -- but still. Loyal to the end she is. " No matter what." Tail thumps. Not the ideal conversation to start after torturing and taking her tail holding great deal of sentimental value .. yet when will there be a next time ..?
Cinnema was getting matching scars on her ass, it seemed. Not that she registered it much. Sure, there was that constant source of pain from her behind plus the tearing going on, but she wasn't reacting much- except for the leg. Sorry, dear. But not that sorry. Heh. Violent shake and she was letting a little moan out through her lost appendage that was yet in her jaws, continually crunching on it and destroying it. Bleary and unfocused eyes would note movement, and she'd shift her gaze to refocus on the dark woman while she came to sit before her. No movement was likely to come over her except for her head because of the pain, even though that too was pained. She managed to catch the words, as out of it as she was. Throat constricted- oh shit! No jk she wasn't gonna puke again. almost numb legs reached up with half-effort to try and reach at Nida, intending to pull her close. Noo I can't do itt.. Okay come on. Little more effort, even with horrid pain corsing through her as she moved. Cinnema would stubbornly reach up and move either herself or the other to the point that she could press her face against the other's, rubbing into the fluff of her face and neck. While paws were yet raised to keep it like that. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. which really she did but shh. "I don't deserve you," she murmered, so softly. She couldn't put too much strength into the words. She meant it, yes, but she felt like she was burning all over. Head would move so that eyes could shift over the other's shoulder, staring over where other bodies lay resting. "Help?" Weakly offering a hint before she shifted and moved, spasms of pain from her ass and her head and lungs coming in response. She wanted to get over there, closer to the den, safer, where she could sleep. She just really didn't think she could on her own.
Nida has the stank face housed at the contraction of the throat, like it was ready to project vomit directly at the woman. A natural lean back was issued, eyes wary and stuck fast to the other. She did not want! Her eyes blink a couple of times, the jabbed one still troubling her, but subsiding from the initial intensity. Reeling back in and observing her she cants head, confused to what she's doing. When pulled in to smush her face against hers, she licked her all over, or at least what she can reach and without trying to inflict further discomfort. The words have her whining like a little derp. She'd stay like this until asked to help out, " oh okay." Voice was soft and easy. Standing up on fours, she grasp the back of her scruff in order to help the woman to find the poise Cinn isn't able to get on her own. Heck, she'd offer own side as support should she need it, while walking back to the den. Hrm .. Where in the world is Zod ..? Hehehe.
Cinnema managed to smile as licks were applied, likely aiding to smudge the blood that was all over them both. Not that she gave it any thought. pfffft nah. It was cool. And some returned of course. When assisted, she'd let out a hiss of breath in pain but manage to get up with that help, further thankful for the presence of Nida on her side to help her along. Wee. Thank you. Little lick and nibble would be applied to the other's ear, before she was content about where they were at and she'd try to carefully flop over near the others. Trying, being the keyword- it wasn't easy to gracefully fall while you were in pain like that. But whatever. It would be simply a few moments before she was out and resting.