(16:55:43) Vadimir was content to wait for however long there was needed to get some action. Stand-alone training was usually his fall back cure for passage of time, but now that he had his very own toybox? Well! That meant he could have his own personal delightful pick of barbell. Didn't get any better than that, right? Wrong. Sound of approaching pawsteps alerted him to the incoming presence of another. It wasn't until the voice rung out, that eyes opened and a large cracked smile graced his maw. Ahh, just who he wanted to see.... pretty much always. Was there ever a point in time he didn't cherish brother's company? No. Why when half of their childhood had been spent in solitude, with only sporadic meetings for the both of them... most often graced with blood, carnage, and abuse from their owners. Head lifted just as Drakov's body slammed into his, and with a bass chuckle Vadimir twisted where he was with the intent to bite down on his brother's muzzle bridge and face, giving a shake or two as [c] (17:06:11) Vadimir he'd allow dentition to tenderly graze along siblings facial structure as he slowly pulled away. "I, chto mal'chik slishkom. Ponyatiya ne imeyu Chto oni delayut bol'shuyu chast vremeni." Were they being too lenient? Perhaps to be stricter would be to invite dissent. People followed absolute strength, Vad knew this. But push too hard, and they rebel. There was a fine line between fun, and bittermost brutality. Which of course was far too skewed and diluted for these two, but it worked as best a moral compass could. If one could even call it such. "I vaz goink to make zem battle me. All zis fear of uz, yet zey do nothink to improve. It puzzlez me." He'd say, genuine confusion wrinkling his brow. He just didn't... understand. Was it because they figured they couldn't compete, like they were a loss and no effort on their part could redeem that fact? Or was something else at work here? It was difficult to decide, but it bothered him profoundly. But then, any form of weakness, no [c] (17:06:23) Vadimir how slight, bothered him on an unreal level. (f)
(17:31:54) Drakov: Jaws remained parted, nub of a tail wagging as paws pushed against brother. Growls sounded rumbling forth but he made no real effort to detatch brother from his muzzle. Despite how much his sounds made it seem so. Growls mellowed only to be replaced by a snort when Vad stopped to speak. Body rolled to his side, head shaking to level out his ruffled frame from the rolling about. "Da. I don't care. Zey only one I vant is Cin, zey rest are not forced to stay. However, vhen in our presence they will act accordingly." Aye. As much as it seemed like babysitting, that was not his intent. Shoulders rolled, gaze lingering about for a momment. "Zey know zey can not fight for zere lives. But.. Zey do nothing to learn to." A never ending circle that baffled him.[c] (17:37:57) Drakov: "Nida und Cin, when we first met, zey tried to 'ave me teach zem. But zey still spoke with disrespect. Zey do not realize the hospitality ve offer." Lost souls? Hrm. He'd never thought deeply into it, just sat in confusion. "Perhapes ve are meant to show zem. Zose zat are villing to give zemselves to us in return." Though.. It was hopeful thinking, or... maybe just him spitting out ideas to fill the gaps in his own head. Bah. Why was everyone so confusing and complex? Life was very blunt.. Why couldn't they get that? "Perhapes ve should do fights. Teach zem. Und zen let zem fight for rank amongst one anosser."If they so chose. Far as he could tell there really was no standing thus far. It was simply... Them... vs the brothers.. Not much of nothing there. Frankly it shouldn't even be vs. That was the part that bothered him. Something had to give. He'd need to offer them an ultimatum.[e]
(18:04:41) Vadimir listened quietly to his brother's inner musings while tongue and teeth went to work sprucing him up and making him look oh so dashing. It was nice to know he wasn't the only one perplexed, but it only made finding a solution to the problem that much more crucial. There had to be a balance, there had to be some form of order. But how they instilled that order, and how to uphold it after. These were the pandoran's boxes that Vadimir was unsure about opening. He knew he had to, or else nothing would ever be achieved. But once he did, there was no going back. Drakovski's express interest in Cinn had Vad quirking a brow an inch upward, eyes blazing with newfound humor as black lips lifted away to showcase a brilliant smirk. "She iz your favorite?" Vadimir had noticed since the dawn of their reunion that there was something interesting between Cinn and Drak. A untold chapter of history lay out before them, and it made him curious what plans he had for her. [c] (18:12:25) Vadimir"Zere iz naught to teach if ze zoul in question iz unvillink to learn..." They'd acknowledged that since puphood. Weakness of body, overall, was no real hindrance to finding true strength. It was the mental fortitude to get past any walls and ascend to one's true chosen purpose. But these... these urchins didn't seem to know what they wanted, or how to go about attaining it. Vad wasn't about to waste energy and time on a lost cause, but Drakov's reasoning was sound, and the snowy beast was nodding subtly. Perhaps a good shove was necessary. Either they sack up and fight instead... or they got themselves turned into a lovely entree. If that didn't get them hustling, what would? "Ve zould offer zem ze zame choices ve had to make." Vadimir was of the opinion their lives until now had been overly soft. They needed to fight for everything, in order to feel alive. Going up against Drak and Vadimir alone, or even each other, wouldn't be enough to ignite the fire. But if every simple [c] (18:17:14) Vadimir act was carried out through rites by trial of combat... perhaps they'd learn the respect and confidence they so clearly needed. If they wanted to eat? They fought. If they wanted to have sex? They fought. If they wanted to move up in the world, they'd have to drive themselves to the brink and show they earned it, beyond a shadow of a doubt. These thoughts compounding with his earlier enthusiasm with having training dummies melded into one reality, one that got out his frustrations of being in the company of powder puff canines and was as good a way to toughen them up as he could imagine. Getting to Drakovski's back Vad would begin to cleanse his legs, heels, and feet, ears primed to take in any feedback to his assertions, suggestions, and decisions. (f)
(18:30:14) Drakov: Oh if doggies could purr he would do so at brothers cleansing. And ya know. If he wasn't working so many gears to try and piece together a no-make-sense puzzle, that is. Alittle to much thinking going on to enjoy it to the fullest. But, that didn't mean it wasn't soothing his nerves. Murr. Eyes blunk at Vad's inquiry, however. Gaze sliding slowly over to the man as toothy grin exposed it'self. "Da. She iz mine favorite." Favorite. Lovely choice of wording there. "She was.. What I had when you were gone." A copeing mechanism? Honestly, yea. She was a pitiful depressed no care for her own well being thing.. She had no self-esteem, no sense of purpose. No confidence. He forced her out of that shit the day they met, forced her to get over wallowing on dead beat fathers words and views of her. [c] (19:00:30) Drakov: What good did that do, anyways? It simply left you miserable and weak. "I do not care. If zey choose not to listen, zen zey eisser leave or we kills zem. But zose who stay WILL learn, or zey will suffer. Zey will fight, or zey shall be beaten as we were. I will not coddle zose who wish to stay but do not wish to work for zat right." Lip curled a tad, aggervation brewing but once his words ceased he mellowed almost immediately. "If zey believe living zey easy life alittle longer is worth perishing early on, zen so be it. But.. I vould rather teach zose who do wish to learn. Less fucking idiots to deal with in zey future." More people who shared there views, the less there were that hindered it. Brothers cleaning antics left him jerking his paws away, maw parting so that teeth could mouth the males face. "If not, zen we'll just say fuck it und go back to just us." Mmm. How wonderful the idea seemed.[e]
(19:13:50) Vadimir paused only a fraction of a second in his grooming attentions. Cinn had been his placeholder for Drakov, and she'd actually done a decent job...? Ears flattened as he tried to reason it out in his mind. Drak would only allow the greatest of individuals that princely title, though by usual standards of affection it was a trifling thing; They were little more than dolls set to play the part until the genuine article arrived. But... seeing as he trusted Drakov to only find the greatest. Vadimir was left to assume that the Cinn he'd been introduced to, and the Cinn Drak met, were two different people. What, then, had happened to her? Surely she hadn't always been so... helter-skelter and unpracticed. Perhaps it had been their separation that had caused it? Maybe something had happened to her, that she refused to speak on that altered the her from then to now. Driven by sudden curiosity, Vadimir silently decided he'd have to sit down and have a chat with her. And this time, there'd be [c] (19:23:14) Vadimir no bullshit. "It vould zeem, zen. Zat zere iz thanks in order." Though he couldn't condone how she was now. The fact she had helped Drak survive was more than enough for Vad to offer gentler sentiments to the woman, even if just for that one, singular thing. Funny how any and all roots to whatever shreds of humanity lingered within Vadimir's blackened abyss of a chest cavity, always spawned from the same source: Drakov. Not surprising, though he was curious as to how no one seemed to pick up on that yet. Or, if they had, they had yet to make their obversations obvious. Vad of course wasn't willing to give credit where no bonified proof existed, but he was willing to bet at least someone noticed. "Da... eto budet dolgaya doroga." Did that dissuade him? Heeeell no! The Russian siblings thrived on obscurity and conquering challenges. It wasn't enough just to win. They had to strangle, subdue, and force the very elements and structure of the world to bend to their unbreakable will. [c] (19:26:34) Vadimir that these wolves posed such a test, Vadimir was well ready and ready to start ripping. Though, not without a formal plan devised. But for now, he thought that what he and Drak had managed to iron out so far was good enough. Anything else required they could figure along the way. When brother's jasws clamped over his face, Vadimir struggled, wiggling his body to close any possible space between them, his rump setting up a small dirt cloud as he whined and growly-yipped in placid (WOW) contentment, tongue flicking out to catch what parts of his brother he could. Kinda shooting in the dark, but. Surely he'd hit SOMETHING after a couple of tries. (f)
(19:42:29) Drakov: Mind wandered about, shuffling over ideas and possibilities. But they always came back to the same conclusion. He was trying to think up a more... apparently.. civil way to handle things. But that just wasn't something he knew. That wasn't a possibility for him. Civil was earned. And none of these dogs had earned it. So why bother? Hohum."We shall fight." Words ushered out, though they were low and mostly meant for himself. Let's see let's see. Topic shifted soon enough, however, to draw him out of the zoned state of.. attempting to understand anything outside of the brothers. Now fully content to tussle and enjoy there solitary bromance as others put it. Growls vibrated out against brothers face, as he flailed and nipped at whatever he could. Likely limbs, that were just being cleaned. If not even a secure lock on his forearm or shoulder. But pfft. Not like it stopped him![c] (19:44:46) Drakov: Head shook the best they could without risking puncturing brothers eyes! More just in attempt to scramble his brains alittle. Hind paws so much as dug into the ground benieth his hefty frame to push back into brothers assault. Like arm-wrestling! Ha. What fun.[e]
(19:50:46) Nida had been around. Just not seen. Her scent had been smacked up against the den for days now, probably lounging about in a slovenly manner. She was noisless as a shadow, casted by the trees in which she bid her time nestled beneath quietly. Her furrowed nose quivered earnestly catching the scent of feces and blood among other things. Wow .. that's strong, yo. Anyway, one paw hung uselessly in mid-air, observing from afar the two brothers wrestle around with one another, before it drawn up toward her face and clumsily rubbed the sleep gunk out of her eyes. The ritual of waking had yet to be completed. Now, for narration: " Drak gets the upper hand around his brother's face while Vad is wiggling about growling and whinning. This looks like a close toughie." Ouch, that has got to hurt. Seriously.
(20:09:35) Vadimir cackled through his other vocalizations, simply giddy to envoke such simple playtime with his brobrah. Too much serious thinking, planning, and decision making! What happened to the days when They simply pulled punches, and asked questions later? Le sigh. Oh for the good times. But maybe that's what growing up was all about. Never forgetting the simple times, but learning to work those fond memories around the now to influence it how they wished. And in the now... Vad was getting his face chewed off! Not literally, of course. But golly did it feel weird, and probably nice. To have his face coated in saliva. His own jaws grasped the loose skin of his chest and shoulder grooves, and while it wasn't much of a grip, Vad was more than happy to mouth and shake, forepaws lashing out in time with hind legs pushing forcibly forward to hopefully bowl brother over, or at least knock him ajar a touch. Nida's presence was not at all recognized, for she was keeping to herself atop the den [c] (20:10:59) Vadimir formation and, hell. He couldn't make heads or tails of anything in front of him, much less notice their self-appointed broadcaster. Body would begin to writhe like an eel, derp flails soon to follow as he tiwsted and squirmed, showing some pretty decent flexibility for one so buff and thickset. (f)
(21:08:46) Drakov: Front paws splayed, leveling out his balance as head crane opposite of Vad's movements. Hind claws dug into the soft earth, practically holding up brothers frontal weight. More vribrating growls would usher out in pure delight, made even more apparent by wagging tail. And then, all in one quick movements, tucked hind legs thrusted him forward, hold on brothers face twisted as he shoved forward and aimed to scoop the male up and onto his side. Whether he did or didn't, bite on his face was released to avoid injury, and instead repositioned it'self across muzzle or cheek dependant on brothers reaction. Dirt no doubt was puffing all about in there squabble only inches above the grounds surface. Plenty enough of a commotion to keep them occupied and unaware of Nida's presence.[c] (21:10:12) Drakov: But, then again. The place regularly reaked of the gang so. It wasn't as though her presence was something foreign or noticeable. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he'd stop just knowing she was there! If anything it'd only be to jump her instead. Ayup ayup.[e]
(21:13:58) Nida snorts cursorily when she fell silent, taking in sensory input as the boys continue their tussle out in the sun, burning energy and blowing off steam. So long as it wasn't her .. The fact of the matter is her own teeth were more concerned with relieving the itch on her shoulder with several arduous nibbles provided, one leg propped up so that she can curve her torso and gain a better vantage point. Anyway .. back to what she was doing, out of sheer boredom driving her; " there's lots of brotherly love going on here, saliva as the addtional bonus. They are both on their hindpaws using their force and weight. The biggest question of them all ..? Who will be on top?" Most importantly, who will be humping whom this time?
(21:33:18) Vadimir shakes didn't cease, front paws groping with any and all vantages of solid flesh he could find solely by touch. Drak's forward charge and twist had Vadimir giggling like a vigorous child who'd had too much sugar. Shoulder would be first to touch the ground, following the rest of his side. The moment flesh touched earth he'd roll into the fall, lowering half curling so that their dual weight was more evenly distributed on the smaller space, making the maneuver easier. Should he floor his brother, or simply result in him being on top of him, Vadimir would aim to push his brother's broad, muscular chest, though the effort was half-hearted, even weak. More than push him away, he'd much rather him be closer. When lower end of his cheek was grasped Vadimir would go for siblings opposite cheek, teething into the moderately flexible area and giving a sharp tug a time or two in unison with with paws aiming to wrap around neck, hoping to pull big bro into a bearhug. Because when was the [c] (21:34:55) Vadimir last time he'd had one of those? In the maelstrom of faux combat it was impossible to hear Nida's self employed commentary, though he could have sworn he'd heard a few dissonant notes from her vocals. Though, it could have just been the wind playing tricks, who knew? (f)
(21:52:40) Drakov: Vad's shakes tugged Drak's head about, mostly because.. The only way to stop it would be to actually grip down on the area his teeth were occupying. And that was a nono. So instead he pretended like it was him doing all the shaking, growls sounding off very humorously with each little tug, but then again given there low position stance it wasn't like it was a whole lot anyways. Mostly the both of them being over dramatic in there fairly gentle efforts. Paws shuffled benieth him though at brothers rolling antics. Catching him on the opposing side, but not before Vad's chest bump prevented any retaliation. Jaws repositioned, and mimiced by brothers own fangs and it only made his tail wag more furociously. Wow. They didn't look so intimidating at that very momment.. Ya know, if you blocked out them sounding as though they were prepped to slaughter a million people.[c] (22:08:12) Drakov: Raised paws were met with his own, wrapping around brothers shoulder blades. Go from a tussling just above ground, to being at a full on stand off hugging it out! Teeth would release and snap back down quick and harsh once the duo were dancing. Clamping farther and farther downward, an inch at a time. Why? No reason! Just because why not. Painful love bite here, love bite there. Ayup.[e]
(23:13:59) Vadimir was hoisted aloft and soon the brothers were duking it out titan style! Back paws alternatively ground and kicked off the soil to whirl them around, a gael of exchanged glances of fangs and jaws, only for them to lunge forth again and find new holding. Vadimir was, OBVIOUSLY. Enjoying the holy fuck out of himself. And though the rippling snarls and bellows that left his maw were ferocious. His visage had gone years back in the past, a jubilant and semi-innocent puppy with a far more honest outlook than he now bore. Weird to think there was ever a time in the brother's lives that they could have been considered such a thing. But it goes to show that every living thing, no matter how powerful and mighty. Always start off as the smallest of things. After numerous bites placed upon Drak's various upper body anatomy, Vad would arch his neck and crane neck back for only a split second as he'd await for the strike. And when it came? Vad shot forward like a snake and aimed for brother's [c] (23:22:36) Vadimir bottom jaw. If successful they'd likely find themselves locked, and Vadimir would waste no time conducting many a twisting shake, tug, and forward thrust to try and gain the advantage, all the while they both danced and kicked up dirt and stones and grass, sending a miniature thundercloud in either direction as they continued to tussle back and forth. (f)