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Post by Drakov on Jul 18, 2015 17:33:27 GMT
(09:33:40) Vadimir passed out he didn't even know when, his eyes and ears shut to the world while body recovered from, really. His push, his obstinacy to defy sleep, barely eat save when necessary. When flecks of coloration swam before his eyes, and his ears picked up nothing but a low, irritating buzzing. Horrible thing to work toward, terrible to try without anyone's knowledge. But Vad didn't know how to live without his brother. Even in their time of seperation, he had at least harbored the hope that he was alive and well, somewhere. But in this reality, no such pipe dreams, no chances of such a glorious phantasm, would be reasonably possible, within their grasp. Drak's fate was absolute, though it was the when that took root in the back of his mind. He had no idea when Drak would just suddenly cease to be. That one day he would wake up and find himself truly and utterly alone. Forepaw tapped upon the ground, his mouth a flat grim line, and he'd eventually find the energy to stand, shake out [c]
(09:39:56) Vadimir his coat, and flex his blunt claws against the earth. It had crossed his mind more than once or twice, but he was disgusted, petrified by the mere thought of it. As much as he detested them... as much as he loathed their existence with every fiber of his being. There was no denying.... humans were capable of grandiose things. Things like bringing people back from the dead. He didn't know how they did it... he'd witnessed it once or twice. A miracle to end all miracles. Could they fix Drak? Could they cure him of his ailment? Vad knew his train of thought lead to blasphemous, horrid territory but.... so be it. What other instance would he resort to such lunacy? Naturally, only his brother would inspire such passions and delinquency... but of course, he would actually have to speak on it. And what a positively CHARMING conversation that would be. Puff of expelled air left his maw, and he'd move himself to the pond for his morning drink, before looking out toward the wilderness [c]
(09:41:35) Vadimir beyond the courtyard. Should he eat first, or go locate Drak? Mmm..... tough choice. Nah not really, huehue. Nose to dirt he'd sniff about and try to locate his sibling, traveling wherever his scent lingered. This was madness, this was surely to fail. But the hope, the bright ball of kindling joy that it inspired... was just enough to warrant madness. (f)
(10:30:21) Drakov had settled affairs with Cin the other night, and decided to take a personal day for excercise. ... Humorous how that was a personal day. Even more so with his lingering condition, frequent breaks inbetween were full on required. Annoyed the ever living shit out of him but whatever.. Atleast he was finally getting in his favorite pass time. From swimming against current, to climbing the den wall, wrestling boulders and tugging hanging tree limbs.. He'd spent the entire day alone, even with others not so far off. He was in his own world, doing his own thing. Enjoying it while he could. From the feeling in his side.. he wouldn't be able to keep doing it for much longer. The pain was crippling. After all that vigorous work, the pale bastard ended up conked out cold all night.[c]
(10:34:05) Drakov: Tucked in the corners of the den to avoid any possible heat wafting it's way to him. After hours of quiet within the rock walls, he'd finally motioned to wake. A groan of protest echoing out, his mind was ready to get up but was his body? Don't matter he wasn't asking. He was telling. With a little cringe he'd force himself to stand and stroll to the den entrance. A little shake of pelt given before rump settled to the earth. Bah.. He needed to hunt.. Get some decent food in his system.. He hadn't been able to catch anything big for awhile now, else he'd be outta commission the rest of the day. And like hell he wanted that. Chowing on small prey seemed a better alternative. At the time anyways.. In the long run it wasn't doing him much good. Tongue flicked out to moisten his blacks lips as gaze shifted about the courtyard. Oh to hopeful was he that food would still be lingering about from someone elses hunt, but alas he [c]
(10:36:33) Drakov: had yet to be so lucky. There just wasn't enough prey for such a thing. There weren't really any bodies at all, to be honest. Everyone was assumidely out and about fullfilling jobs, which was a good thing. The idea of more people running off though was always hot on his mind. It made him question where abouts and activity every time he saw someone. Course his inability as of late was making him feel mildly guilty. To toss out so much work on others when he himself couldn't even manage. Le sigh.. Wandering thoughts soon faded at the sight of brother sniffing about not far off. Oh. How long had he been there? Chuffing bark of sorts would sound off had his brother not already noticed him. A light wag of nub flicking behind him.[e]
(11:05:26) Vadimir's sniffer was of a curious habit, lingering on old to new scents in that order, rarely deviating from that pattern. Why, he didn't know, but it was something. It was doable. Soon brother would come into his line of sight, Vadimir lifting his head to answer his call with his own. But he hesitated to near him. Nevermind he was about to throw out a nuclear bomb he'd likely not be able to escape unscathed from... but he didn't know how to approach period. Their usual greetings... was that even allowed, possible, anymore? Vadimir had never been taught tenderness outside of his brother, yes. But such a thing was born from moments of explicit intimacy, not necessity like it was now. He had to be gentle with Drak, or else... or else he could just make it worse. But he just couldn't acknowledge the idea that his sibling, the one who had been his rock, his sturdy place of foundation and home since forever. Could be infirm, crippled. Usually Vadimir simply turned his nose to such [c]
(11:09:11) Vadimir things. What many called crippling, he considered a minor hindrance. Nothing couldn't be reversed with a little effort and perseverance. But this.... this was different. There was no recovering, no muscling through. It was as it was, and it took him far longer than he was comfortable with to finally approach Drak, deciding to treat things as if nothing was wrong. Because, that's what Drak would want, yes? He wouldn't want to be pampered and treated to soft hands and fawning words. He'd want Vad to lunge for his muzzle and give him a hearty shake, which is exactly what he intended to do, if he was fast enough. Though, even with this, Vad would keep the blow softer than normal. He prayed his control over his movements were such that Drak didn't notice the difference... but he wasn't sure. Couldn't be sure, until he stepped back and looked upon his sibling. "Yus iz prepared for hiz punishment, und iz eager to help in both ze trainink of ze children und ze apprehending of our wayward [c]
(11:12:55) Vadimir zouls." Couldn't hurt to give him a bit of good news, before tossing it all into the gutter, right? "Cron haz stayed, und likewize awaits punishment." He'd scowl momentarily... before letting it drop. "Have you eaten yet?" He triiiied not to sound mother-hen-ish, tossing the question out just as a means of 'ohhey lookit wut up?' but again, he knew damn well that if anyone could read him like an open book; It would be Drakov. (f)
(11:23:18) Drakov: Lip curled and would seem like an act of deterance, but it was a challenge. Not in your usual sense. Just there.. brotherly... sort of.. affection. Whatever you wanna call that! All Ohhi bro, I fucked you the other day. Whatchu gonna do about it? Needless to say the act at the time was not one meant for mockery, it was genuine. But that didn't mean he couldn't toss jokes about it after. Course his seemingly cheery nature would dwindle the longer it took Vad to react. Probubly woulda been more convincing if not for the pause there Vad. Tsk tsk. Gaze narrowed just a smidge, his look going from cocky play to one of judgement. Mulling over brothers expression and actions far more thoroughly than he naturally would have. Not so much so that his stare smacked you in the face, but. Enough. Enough without being blatantly obvious.[c]
(11:27:46) Drakov: Features had smoothed over quickly with the silence, only to flick back again at the sudden assault of sibling. Jaws would part to late to detere the act, but it wasn't like he cared. They still went to snapping at whatever he could since the mommentum of swinging head was already there. Perhapes a graze of teeth on shoulder, a pinch to the neck. Didn't matter. The duos movements together did a decent enough job in masking Vad's gentleness, luckily for him. That being said it didn't keep Drak from questioning the situation. He still seemed off. Once the two seperated, pale bastard would offer a snort and lick of jaws. "Good to hear. I did not get a chance to talk to him. Did you find out vhat...... he left for?" Fluffy fuck had tightened up a bit with all there losses, but Yus.. He was genuinely upset by Yus's disappearance.[c]
(11:33:14) Drakov: It was like losing Zod, or Cin, or Vad... He wanted great things for the boy. His disappearance braught a mix of emotions Drak didn't care to decipher, else they unleash his madness. Hohum. "Zis is good.. I am personally trainink Zod for Palach, und er.. Monro for Nastavnik. Mon 'as been given her mission, Zod awaits his. Yus und Cron vill need von on von attention too if zey intend to rise. Ze sooner ze better.." Not that he intended to rush things, he'd rather they be dead than mark an unworthy soul someone of importance. No thanks. But.. he truely believed had there been more capable members, the losses wouldn't have been as great. Words streaked off into oblivion as Vad questioned him of hunger. I'm onto you.. But he couldn't lie either. "Nyet. I 'ave not... Perhapes ve should hunt." He could hopefully manage with help, hopefully. LADEDA.[e]
(11:57:08) Vadimir hiccuped internally at the piercing stare he'd recieved. FACK. It was all he could do to reply to it with a look of poker mixed with innocent curiosity. Nothing out of the ordinary here, mhmm nope not even a booger out of place.... when their play commenced it was a struggle not to flip his shit like usual. Just lose himself in the flailing and gnashing until they were both happily spent and the worldly cares were given the good ol' middle finger. Vadimir never realized just how liberating such actions were... until they were no longer allowed. These lapses of mental thought detracted from his forward, immediate attentions, so Drak's responding snaps landed on point with little resistance. But Vad still engaged wholeheartedly. Gotta enjoy it while you can, no? Once parted, he'd nod, glad they could share information. This was something else that should have been done, that hadn't been properly implemented the first time Vechnyy was made to be. Constant communication. It seemed [c]
(12:06:45) Vadimir like something so minor, until the after effects of their negligence was laid out in high definition without any filter to speak of. "Yus vaz experiencing vot ve all do at von point in our livez. He vaz questionink himzelf, didn't believe himzelf to be vorthy, vaz afraid of hiz feelinks und did not know vot to do vith zem..." Which, if they decided to drive that particular nail into the coffin. Was also their fault. Excuses could be made, of course. Regarding their own fucked up childhood. But all excuses did was stunt personal growth. So ain't no way in heeeelll that was happening. "I'm not at all happy vith zome of ze attitudez I'm seeink. Far too many do not take ze initiative, merely avait orderz." Of course, in Smug's case she couldn't really DO anything... But Mon, Solv, and now Yus and Cron had returned, and while Mon had been given something to do. None but Yus seemed eager to take initiative and ready to do the work responsible for earning back his keep. And that was [c]
(12:11:50) Vadimir something that perturbed the Tsar more than he appreciated. But... was that their fault too? Were they not being clear enough with their expectations? He felt like asking the question aloud, but when Drak admitted to being hungry. Vadimir jumped on it and strangled it with such vigor, he didn't even stop to consider how unusual it might have looked. "Gud! Zen come. Ve find zome delicious prey, big az ve can find. Und ve kill ze fucker and brink it back home. If anyvon vantz zome, zey muzt be prepared to fight tooth und claw!" YES. Maybe starving the bitches will get them to shapen up! Maybe THAT'S the incentive they need! Outwardly confident strut would be done, head held high and nose to the air as he looked to find something magically delicious. Let's make bro feel good about himself, drop the idea over a lovely, civilized breakfast. That wasn't underhanded or questionable, right?! (f)
(12:27:33) Drakov: Skeptical stare. Bastard was lucky. LUCKY Drak wasn't certain enough to call him out on it. After his little talk with Cin the pale bastard was ready to blow up on anyone who gave him the opportunity. Even his own brother. Bitches treatin' him like he was some poor broken puppy. NO. They didn't treat others like that now did they?! Why did he get special treatment.. SNORT. But Vad was smart enough to not get caught, good Vad. -pat head-. Conversation drew out a mild sigh of a breath, yea. He'd realized this already.. It was partly why he'd jumped into the part of playing personal mentor. If only for the time being. It didn't suit his standards, far as he was concerned they shouldn't be seeking them out and inforcing things to do. If they wanted to rise, if they wanted to be of use. They should seek it out. But.. He was willing if it meant garnering more able bodies.[c]
(12:34:18) Drakov: For even if they had all come seeking use, the only ones to talk to were Drak, Vad, and Cin... And Drak had been gone for months. Handling an abundance of 20 members between only 2 was just ASKING for chaos. And so it came. They needed to get to a more stable point before they could truely start inforcing things the way they wanted to. Work for what you want. Or atleast, so was the game plan. He was tinkering with possible solutions, because why not? Didn't hurt. Wasn't like he'd ever claimed to be a perfect leader. "I am aware, Brat.. I feel ze same. I 'ave thought about vhat Vechnyy should become after our move.... I am tired of zis.. Bullshit. Intruder und members alike coming und goink." Lip would curl in disgust. He wasn't so sure he could fix such a thing, but by god he was going to try.[c]
(12:36:01) (12:36:01) Cinnema is now online.
(12:38:29) Drakov: "Frankly I am fed up vis expecting anysing. I'm ready to simply inforce. Eisser zey comply, und earn zere rights, or I fucking kill zem. No more wasting our vucking time." Not with there mindset, anyways. Granted the right to stay on there land, to eat from there kills, to stake shelter from there bodies. And then leave? Nonono.. Drak didn't roll that way. Everything was earned, or paid back. Leaving was not paying back shit. And so lives were taken in it's place. But why bother? Why bother allowing them such free rein. Such opportunity. Why not force them into submission, and only allow them freedom one they've already given back. Proven themselves. Worked for the right. "I vish for intruders to be captured as slaves. No more choices. Everyvon starts as slave, zey get NOSSING from Vechnyy until zey work for it. Or.. Zey become a meal." Up until now he'd not really bothered voicing his opinions to brother dearest, not because [c]
(12:42:19) Drakov: he didn't want input or the like.. But simply because he'd never needed to before? He was always just.. there.. Supporting ANYTHING he did. To be honest, if he had to guess, this wouldn't be any different. But.. Communication had fucked them up a number of times already, so. It seemed smart enough to do even now. Course his ideas were still just that, he was awaiting there move, and focusing on training the remaining bodies until that time. So he'd put only so much thought into it until then. Either way, stomuch growled and rumbled and left topic to be pushed into his subconcious. Hnnggg. Yes, let's get food. Paws rolled him to stand, a trot immediately taken. Mid-motion teeth would snap out in brothers direction to nip and prick at flesh of hip or shoulder, wherever possible really. Mm. He almost couldn't wait to get it home just to hoard it for himself. CACKLE. Hopeully they'd even find something.. Hohum.[e]
(13:13:39) Vadimir even if he was walking briskly like his ass was on fire, he still kept his ear and stump well attuned to all that brother said. "Had you not returned..." Perish the thought, just no. Don't even dwell on all the shit that happened then Vad. "I vaz goink to implement zat very zystem." Showed just how much they were not only siblings, but one side of a single coin. "I vant to do it now," He almost whined, though he kept his tone professional. It was more as just a release, than harboring any real conviction. After all, he couldn't really be like that around many. And those he could, well. They were always busy with one thing or another. "It haz been very difficult not to zimply dish out all ze punishment myzelf, Draki...." Lord, when was the last time he'd called him that? "I know Zod iz capable," Hehehe, they'd both made sure of that, "But.... havink to watch, und vait. Und zee zings zat aren't beink done," Not because Zod wasn't doing his job, of course. [c]
(13:20:24) [#] Vadimir rolls 1d20 & gets 2.
(13:20:58) Vadimir But because bitches couldn't own up to their wrongs. And when they did it was never with any sort of grace. Not the grace Vad appreciated anyway. He'd give a shiver, trying to knock the conversation away, which was helped with the playful nips. They were supposed to be having fun before... before shit happened. They could talk about alpha and pack shit when they got home! If... by the end of their talk, either one of them was in a place to walk. Sigh.... why was everything so complicated? Searching nose would eventually locate a trail, and with it he'd pause, nub tail and single ear flagging to alert his brother without the necessity of words. After all, they couldn't be sure how near or far their prey was, so the more quiet they were, the better they could sneak up unawares. Sneaking and other manners of stealth really was not Vad's forte, nor any canine would one be honest with themself. Dogs were meant to exhaust and brutalize their prey into submission, nothing like [c]
(13:27:27) Vadimir the graceful, lightning quick death cats favored. But once again, little bro was trying to compensate for Drak's infirmity, in such a way as to not make it glaringly obvious. The less they had to do chasing it, the faster they can bring it down. The less winded and ailed Drak would feel. Bingo, easy peasy! But it still would take effort, no surprise. And in that case, Vad would have no choice but to relent. If he even dared make the suggestion that Drak should play role of distraction, chaser, or anything other than what he was most used to; the brutal undying force... well. Might as well call the ruse a bust and head home with head hanging low. Or rolling on the floor, either one. When steady, silent steps had Vad at the roaring falls, he paused. On the shore was an elk, favoring a leg who's hip had been gored by... something. A rival buck, perhaps? Whatever it was, Vad was tickled pink. FUCK YES. He'd give a nod and nudge to Drak directing attentions toward the bovid, had he [c]
(13:28:02) Vadimir not spotted it already. This would do, yeah? Half the work had already been done. In so many ways it felt odd, unpleasant. To be just this INVOLVED and concerned about someone else's health. Indeed, anyone else he'd have not given any shits. He was fairly close to Smug, for any who'd care to judge. And all her current state meant to him, was that her punishment would have to be postponed so she wasn't killed on accident. But then, that's just how it was, hmm? Big bro got all the perks... so hilarious, as he didn't even want them. As attentions matched, he'd glance toward Drak to see how he wanted to proceed. See? Nothing's changed. Not at all. (f)
(13:37:27) Drakov: Ohhhhh clever clever cover up. Had you not returned, you would do THAT. Yes. Yes implement a system, not freak shit and cave. Smart thinking. Intentional or not, it subconciously steered Drak away from the idea his brother was acting any different than himself. "I have saught about doink it now, but. . I fear it vill make our journey more of a struggle. I do not vant ze remaining good members to waver over somesink like zat." Granted, they should all be capable regardless. But..It would be new. Foreign, they'd need to adjust, to learn the new system. He forsaw nothing but fucks up if they bothered rushing it. Out of all the mistakes, waiting until they moved seemed to be the one smart thing. There wasn't to much going on to focus, there weren't bodies spread about in preperation, everyone was settled. At home. Stable. It made it that much easier to inforce new matters.[c]
(13:41:31) Drakov: "Patience, mine Brat." Then a light chuckle would sound, single canine revealing it'self in a toothy grin. "Zod 'az been more zen explemplary. You need not hold so much over him anymore." Aka, if he wanted to dish out some punishments, by all means. The only time they were forced to stand down was for the sake of the pack.. For the sake of pushing them, forcing them to do things to prove themselves. Zod was forced to act as the punisher to prove he had what it took for the greater good. Despite personal emotions. He'd done that, and was working his way to become Palach. Next in line for Tsar when the brothers fell. "Punish to your hearts content, mine Brat." Course, he knew it wasn't just the punishing part of things.[c]
(13:44:26) Drakov: But the concept still applied. Zod was there to assist, not control. He was there to help, had he been in such a rank when there numbers were at there highest it have likely not resulted in half the pack vanishing. Hohum. Either way, he didn't press further into the conversation. Only offered relief and approval for his brother. They had to be businessy, sure. But they could enjoy it at the same time. Breathing had already begun to deepin, but not a whole hell of a lot. Enough for him to notice, but nothing hindering. Either way, he was reliefed when they came to a hault. A chance to catch his barrings and hide away his ailment. Nose twitched, gaze lingering about to search for the awaiting meal. With a roll of shoulders, the pale bastard slunk low and hidden.[c]
(13:50:09) Drakov: Sure being sneaky and stealthy wasn't in there nature. It wasn't how they handled killing blows. But.. There obnoxiously white pelts kinda forced them to remain quiet and hidden until brute force was possible. Else they'd just lose whatever they were after. Hohum. Then again, such tactics were usually left for solo hunts. When working in a team, it wasn't as required. The fact that Vad was bothering at all did arouse some questions, but he didn't voice them. No. Don't go thinking, just focus. Hunt, food, deal with that later. Brows furrowed as he scanned about the land, deciphering its every twist turn and bump before he'd shift gaze to brother. With a tilt of skull, he'd usher sibling down the slope. "Chase it acrossed water to me on osser side." A suggestion, or a command? Hand to tell.[c]
(13:53:33) Drakov: Atleas.. By his voice, but considering he didn't await for a response and instead began his wade into the waters to the other side, it made it evident. There were reasons, though. Masked reasons. The water had become an easier terrain than flat ground. It wasn't straining on his joints, he'd learned to work with the currents from all his training. It'd make the initial attacks a breeze. But.. When it came time to dragging a limp carcass onto shore, well. That was a different story. Atleast, by then it'd already be done. If exhausting himself after meant garnering a meal well, so be it. Better than trying on land and him get trampled from inability. Then he'd be hurt, tired and be left without a meal. No thanks. Sigh. It still bothered him.. The pure fact he NEEDED to do this, rather than just WANTED to. Whatever.. Better than being stuck at home while everyone else hunts, he supposed.[c]
(13:55:24) Drakov: Smooth like a crocodile he's loom through the waters to the other side, but never actually leave it's depths. Gradual pace braught him almost directly acrossed from the damaged elk, assuming of course.. It would head this way. Solely out of past experience. Injured animals didn't usually bother finding escape elsewhere when water was so close. It was just as easier on them to go through, as it was on Drak, rather than trying to flee elsewhere. He could only hope his assumptions would be on point this time around. Once in place, body ceased movement. Only enough of him showing on the waters surface for him to breath.[e]
(15:43:36) Vadimir felt the excitement of the hunt rise inside, if not just for their prospective meal, then word that he could FUCK SHIT UP AGAIN. If not for their current agenda, and the situation concerning Drak's health. Vadimir would have howled like a wild beast and tackled him, he felt so damn giddy. SIGH. Deflation of good mood was just as swift as his rise in exuberance. This fucking sucked, in so many ways. Not the least of which was the infringing expectation weighing in heavily on his shoulders.... but he'd done it once. He can sure as hell do it again. "Zince vhen have ve ever been gud at patience?" He'd reply back in a low tone, smile snarky as hell. But yes, he could wait. "He haz... it iz amazink to zee zat he haz grown zo in zuch a short amount of time." Made him wonder... where had they gone wrong? Zod, Yus, Dermo, Nida and Cinn all turned out AMAZING. Why hadn't the others? What did they lack that the others did not? Vadimir had never tried to break down the art of cability [c]
(17:12:57) Vadimir to a science, but... damn if he wasn't laying over metaphorical scrolls and parchments and fretted over every line and every numeral being in it's proper place. Directive was heeded, and though he felt a twinge of unease, Vadimir would hang tight and do as he was told. He knew his brother was proud, in some cases arrogant, much like himself. But he knew his limits better than anyone. When Drak was in position Vad burst into the open, charging forward with jaws opened and eyes wild as he barked and snarled and fully intended to get the elk to freak shit. Which is exactl what happened. Oh joy! It balked, baying frantically as it stormed through the water, trying to speed away. Vad would put on an extra burst of speed, feeling his nub dig into the riverbed. Hang in there, Mr. Wiggleston! He'd launch himself for the elk's groin, intending to rip and tear, forcing it to change course and angle itself to Drak's hiding spot. [c]
(17:13:03) [#] Vadimir rolls 2d6: (1) (1) = 2.
(17:15:14) Vadimir Mr. Wiggleston just couldn't hang in! Vad missed entirely, snapping at naught but air, but it did make the elk swerve to assault him with forelimbs and butting skull. Vad would recoil, still barking and snarling in it's face to try and force it to feel cornered. Yes, yes elk... keep thy eyes on me. Watch me, not the dog shark coming up from behind....! (f)
(17:19:30) [#] Drakov rolls 1d20 & gets 15.
(17:20:15) [#] Drakov rolls 1d10 & gets 8.
(17:23:54) Drakov: Oh so delicate was each step. Not just for the sake of being sneaky and awaiting opportunity, but because he was in the water. He felt oh so much better after the run out here. And it only made the following assault that much easier on his body. Though Vad's iniiatial assault to it's groin was a failure, the veering movement of prey allowed for the pale gator to slip in behind it unnoticed and take up the duty himself! He barely even needed to arch forward, what with it's focus on forelimbs and bucking lashing out at brother. Which mean he had little to no trouble at all snapping jaws around the bulbs hanging between it's legs. Teeth punctured almost immediately, and with a single yank away he'd rip the baby makers from it's owner. In a fit of panic pain and likely instinct, preys attacks would shift from frontal lashings to a swift kick from hind legs. Granted, the depths of the water made the hit far easier on King that it would have been on land. If anything [c]
(17:26:45) Drakov: it just alllowed for a more swift escape. Painful, yea, but the swooshing of hooves didn't land a solid hit. They simply shoved him backwards, a direction he was already heading. Jowls soaked in the blood of it's testicles, prey would twist and turned, attempting to place both canines in it's view, despite slowly bleeding out no matter how hard it continued to fight back. Not that it could, really. Between the water, it's balls, and of course the damage done to it's back leg before there assault, well. He was fucked. As the elk aimed to turn, Drak thrusted through the waters to it's exposed ribs and gullet. Looking to bathe in it's blood, he'd sink teeth into the side of it's spongey stomuch in attempt to rip it clean open. Course, this was under the assumption Vad was detering it's head. He didn't have the time to look, he simply had to trust he was. [c]
(17:28:12) Drakov: If he'd been succesful in his atack, the poor crippled thing would go down in a matter of seconds. And suredly, so would Drak. Not quit to the same extend, but rear paws would seek enough shore for rump to settle down. He had to catch his breath, and allow that quickly growing pain in his side to settle. Tongue lulled out to pant a tad, to which he simply tried to mask by licking as his lips. [e]
(18:08:52) [#] Vadimir rolls 1d20 & gets 17.
(18:09:03) [#] Vadimir rolls 1d10 & gets 8.
(18:18:07) Vadimir had missed his mark, but what he got in return was much better. The elk was being counter struck, and while he didn't have time to see where exactly Drak hit, Vadimir was confident that he had hit gold solid in the center, for the elk's blood chilling screams filled the air, looking so crazed about the eye that he was at one point concerned in might topple on one of them. on one of it's brief period of staggering he would bolt forward, slowed by the water but his strike close by due to proper timing. When he launched himself from the rushing current the elk swung it's head, but was a second too slow. Vad got a hold of the upper section of it's neck, close to the jawline. He'd wrap forelimbs aroung the middle of it's immense and muscular neckline, using his dead weight to make it sag and crumple from the compined scales of Drak on one end and Vad on the other. Thanks to this the elk colapsed more on Vad's side than Drak's, but it still caused both brothers to have to deal with [c]
(18:25:43) Vadimir opposite sides of elk ASS pushing them down. The deep water was a fine cushion from the collision, but it still drove the wind from him and forced him to release, struggling to wiggle free before righting himself to a stand, shaking the excess water from his coat. Sneezing, licking at his coat and inhaling deeply. FRESH AIR OHGOD. He whirled around to locate bro, but was instantly gratified by the sight of Drakov licking away nut juice. Vadimir cackled, pointing at him with a paw. "Gross fucker!" He couldn't help himself. It was just too comical. Nevermind he'd been takin' his sibling up the ass only a little while ago... not that he'd bring that up. HACK COUGH. Aahhh, dem river water, does terrible things to the lungs. "I've got ze head if you have ze bottom?" Unless... they were going to just eat it in the water. Which he wasn't at all opposed to, if that was his wish. This was make Drak happy before saying bad shit day! So whatever he wanted, he'd get. Without him knowing [c]
(18:27:20) Vadimir that's how it worked, hue. Once they'd settled down into a good spot, he'd relax some, letting Drak have choice of first bite. When he was ready he't dig in as well, chewing pensively. How to break the ice... "Have you zought about havink pupz again?" Wow okay, no Vad that's not how you did things. You don't broach an uncomfortable topic, by bringing up another beforehand. (f)
(18:40:22) Drakov: PHEW. Slow but deep breaths were had, his silent momment obsorbed in it's fullest. So that by the time the elks life had been completely drained, and Vad was ready to move he had atleast collected his barings and beat back the soreness to a point of moving again. Humdrum. Shoulders rolled, turned shake of pelt as paws spun him on a dime to motion back into the water. "Ze shore.. Zen eat." He wasn't concerned with bringing the damned thing home. It was an actually full grown male. Damaged or not, eaten off of or not, there was no fucking way he was moving that. To which.. The thought caused his lip to curl. How fucking annoying.. But, then again. They likely shouldn't regardless. A hind leg each, sure. But a whole carcess? No. They were about to start starving there members, why bring back so much to hork off of. Rather, it was more benefial to bring back a limited supply. With a snap, he'd clamp down on the rump, blood still pooling out and now coating his chest as he pressed [c]
(18:42:45) Drakov: into it and began the tedious process of dragging it to shore. Thank god it wasn't that far away, and even more so.. While it was in the deep end, the body was still afloat. Even if only barely, it was enough to lighten the load some. Course, the closer they got to shore the harder it became. So that by the time it was dragging purely on earth he was heaving and hoing with everything he had. Winded yet again, just like that. Grumble grumble. Rather than linger on it again, he went straight to chowing down.Filling his gut and replacing a large quantity of nutrients he'd lost weeks ago. Muzzle dove into the gaping wound of it's gullet, snooping about it's insides for the vital organs. Not even for his usual reasoning.. Pleasure. Usually he ate it for the simple fact it was his favorite, juicy and tasty. No, now he was eating it because he NEEDED to.[c]
(18:45:55) Drakov: Damn near every organ would be consumed, before he slumped back to take a breath. Face and chest were drenched in the red liquid, but he looked even more so thanks to his pale ass fur. "Ugh.. Bout time I get somesink good to eat." Hhhmmm. Tongue flicked out to caress his lips, a nice intake of air recieved before he pushed forth to go at actual meat. One of those rare occassions where he actually made an effort to fill his stomuch until he couldn't fit no more. Last time he'd done that well.. Shit.. they were pups.. Newly escaped from the likes of human kind. A sizeable amount of flesh would be consumed from it's stomuch before he had had his fill. With a thudd, he'd flop to his side. A minute to rest, nap while Vad got his fill. Hngg. Sleep time now, yes?[e]
(19:00:31) Vadimir was nomming away at the food, his mouth filled so heavily he'd nearly choke several times. The pressure was really starting to show now. It was now or never. His stomach was a good distraction for a while, but eventually it would no longer be able to hold anymore meat. He could push it off, make another date. But how did he know there WOULD BE another? He didn't, he couldn't be certain. No one could. So it was either make the peace and either move in one direction, or stay the path they'd always traveled and go another. He'd await for Drak to make his move, to give his response. It was so long in coming, that Vad was beginning to worry he'd caught on. Damn... he'd been so careful, too! With a light cough he'd turn to finally face bro. "I--" He'd pause, noting the spot where Drak had been seconds ago to be missing. "--uhm," He finished, blinking. Pressing forepaws onto the corpse he'd raise himself up, looking over the other side. He'd see Drak, belly engorged until it was FUGLY [c]
(19:04:15) Vadimir big, likely snoring and flopping and scratching his nuts. Vad would sit back down with a sigh, placing elbow on the ridge of the elk's spine as he gazed at the setting sun through the tree cover dappled with the receding sunlight. Well, this had been an unforseen wrench in his operation... but that was fine. Let him sleep, be well rested and fully cognizant for it. It was better this way, yes. He'd glance over at Drak, then back, brows furrowed. "You are by far ze vorst dinner date ever." He'd mumble with a touch of black humor. What Cinn saw in him, he'd never figure. Must have a kink for being abused and used.... like he had any room to talk. SIGH. He'd sit there, he'd wait, and listen to the music and birdsong. Could be worse... could have had Drak swinging his dick in public. Which was only bad because, let's face it. He'd have joined in! (f)
(19:21:34) Drakov: Ohhh sweet sweet slumberrrr... He just.. he needed to rest his eyes.. Yes that was it... Just.. For a second.. Next thing he knew he was waking up, who knows how much later?!?! If only due to a shiver overpowering him. Body was still soaked enough that the farther the sun went down, the chillier he got. BURR. When was the last time he'd been cold!? It'd been awhile. The sensation felt so foreign now, but despite sensativity, it was glorious. A purring groan escaped him as all 4 limbs outstretched at his side, HNNGGG. Chops clacked to smack as tongue moistened his lips. Woah. Where was he? Oh... Taste of blood was the first thing to kick in, paws forcing him lazily to prop onto an elbow. Allowing for gaze to finally take note of Vad's presence nearby, assuming he was still there. Oh.... . . So much for a 5 minute cat nap.[c]
(19:24:56) Drakov: Ear tufts twitched mildly, eyes flat and still half asleep and just in time to catch the last of Vad's words. "You're just mad. Vere you hopeing to swoon me viss a meal, und con me into bed?" Yet another thing he'd not done in years? When was the last time he'd offered up such blatant sarcasm! Since he'd first met Cin. Jesus, gettin' old was not fun. Gaze shuffled about the land for a second, recollecting the events prior to him passing out. Oh.. He'd half heard his brother speak, but was far to out of it to offer an actual reply. Or, so he thought. At the time he'd almost thought he was already dreaming, but now that he was lucid.. He wondered otherwise. "Did you zay somesink earlier?"[e]
(20:04:28) Vadimir watched as the sun disappeard over the horizon, coating the sky a beautiful array of molten, golden, and blush, while the earth below got a glorious tinge of shadows and murky browns and blacks. The contrast was so startling, so ethereal. Vad closed his eyes a moment and fancied he could drift between the twilight and night, floating above in the aether and harness the flow of the universe, to convert himself into what he and Drak had always searched and longed to find, either in another or themselves; omnipotent immortals capable of anything with the right thought and force. He didn't immediately notice Drak rising from the dead, but the groans and loud lip smacking were pretty hard to ignore in the newfound stillness of night. "Good mornink to you too, sleepink beauty." He'd turn casually, haughty grin layered upon lips. [c]
(20:11:25) Vadimir"Vot iz zere to con?" He'd ask, rising to a stand to make his way over to Drak. If he got there fast enough, he'd aim to sit right atop of him, tilting his head to the side. "A pretty ass iz all ze incentive you'd ever need." Cause, let's face it. Cinn had a great ass. EHEM. Had he not made it to Drak before he could hold him in place, Vadimir would simply flop to his side and roll onto his back, rubbing and rotating to scratch an itch. When Drak asked his query, ear would pull down and Vad would look away. God damnit, how could you fall asleep that fast but remember shit that easily?! "Well..." Vad had two choices. Either try to break the ice a second time, or.... or just plunge right into it. But, only issue was. Selfish side of him wanted to enjoy, hoarde this precious moment for as long as he could. Cause once he dropped the bass, it was over. There was no going back. In the end, he swallowed and decided to not be a pussy. "I vanted to know if you've zought about how you [c]
(20:12:51) Vadimir might be able to cure your.... injury. Und, if you'd be open to suggestions." Alright, fair enough. He'd settled for an in between. Not dropping it on the spot, but neither avoiding it altogether. He'd roll onto his stomach to face Drak, his eyes plain but open, his body tense but reserved. He can do this... they could make it happen. (f)
(20:27:44) Drakov: Movement was noted earlier enough, what with him kinda staring. But being still half asleep he'd only reacted to the point of parting jaws and widening eyes. First second of impacted was met with fight, trying to remain upright apon instinct, but immediately after he simply rolled onto his side, then back if able. Paws pressing into brothers stomuch and chest the best he could. Lip curled, though not in an extremely aggressive way. Just a .. Drak way. Harhar. Well, at first anyways... That is until brother finally spoke up. That is..not the question he'd asked. Had he asked that earlier, Drak would have been up in a heart beat. Eyetwitch. Brows arched a tad, gaze flattening and expression going blank. Which was.. far worse than a snarl in Drak's case.[c]
(20:31:55) Drakov: "Da...... I did.... It'z called dieing." Wow. Harsh Drak. But really VAD?! REALLY?! "I don't vant anysing. Vhat iz difference? I vill die eventually. I do not plan to die a coward. Vhat vould I do anyvays!?" Anger laced every word he uttered, challenging stare locked heavy on his brother as chest began to expand slow and deep. There was nothing to do. Nothing that would destroy his pride in the process. He'd much rather die a slow and painful death, than do such a thing. It wouldn't have been any different had they remained stuck in the restraints of human pleasures. Battling it out, brutally ripping each other to shreds. Hell even in the wild that was likely how he'd end up going down. What was the difference? That was external, this was internal? Either way he'd faught to the bitter end and accepted the fate that befell him. It was far more than just clear his pleasant 'ttude had shifted into hostility in the blink of an eye. And before[c]
(20:33:18) Drakov: Vad could even respond to his words, all four limbs would shift in heft motion in attempt to throw brother off his frame and to the side, enough so for him to pull to his feet. Tail would instinctively flick and rise to it's highest point, a tall stirdy stand taken. He wasn't broken. He didn't need fixing. Not that Drak could TRUELY blame his brother for wanting to. If the tables were turned well.. Drak would likely be no different than Vad was. But ya know, that's not what he was thinking about at the momment.[e]
(20:42:23) Vadimir knew it wouldn't go well. Hell, he'd been PREPAIRING for it all day. But even with all the mental fortitude in place, when it all finally came crashing down. No amount of preparation could have kept him calm when it finally turned ugly. "Anyzing ozer zan juzt vaiting for it to happen!" He snapped back, hitting the ground even as body coiled to force him likewise into a stand. "Vhat iz ze difference, you're really goink to ask me, ME zat? You promized ve'd die togezer!" Though he tried to keep his voice down, he still couldn't keep the fear, the anger, the pain, the sorrow. From coating his vocals so thickly that it became difficult to breath. "I know I broke my promize, I know I did. I could blame it on vhatever... but ze fact iz, villinkly or not. I abandoned you." Oh, how long had he been aching to say all this. "But I came back! I came back und I have never left your zide zince!" In a softer, though equally tumultous voice, he said, "Iz zis my punishment.... iz zis ze price I [c]
(20:49:47) Vadimir muzt pay, for vot happened all zat time ago... are you really goink to force me to be alone again?" The words he wanted to say were there, hiding in anticipation for their chance. But he couldn't force them up. He felt hideous as it was to have revealed so much raw soul, even to his brother. There was nothing simple or easy about telling someone you couldn't live without them. Irregardless of who it was. His breathing was heavy, entire chest rising and falling with the effort of reigning in his emotions. Not something he'd ever been good at. He wanted to settle this the old fashion way, duke it out until they were both black and blue and have a good chuckle over it, compairing bruises and laughin at the ones that looked like penises. But... DAMNIT! "Vot do you expect me to do?!" He finally snarled, fangs bared and fur bristled. "do you vant me to juzt stand by und vatch you die, iz zat vot you expect from me?!" (f)
(21:04:12) Drakov: Flat expression twisted and turn with every word. A failish attempt at fighting back the desire to bitch slap his brother acrossed the face. "Zis is no longer just about you und me and you know it... So yes.. Zis is punishment.. You left.. I found Cin, ve made a pack, ve 'ad Yusef, und Zod joined.. " There bond, there promise. It was when it was the two of them against the world. Just them. But that was no longer the case. It wasn't just them anymore. They had others to think about. "VE CAN'T BOTH JUST DIE. Ve can't both just leave, just push avay everyvon else to suit our own selfish desires!" Sure he was being selfish himself, selfish in refusing to lose his pride. To surcome to something as pathetic as cowardice in the face of a challenge. In the face of death. But it seemed better than doing just that! "I expect you to get your shit together. To be stronk, like ve alvays 'ave, if not for you zen for zem! I do not intend to lighten up, to act any different zen how I am over [c]
(21:08:38) Drakov: somesing as stupid as an injury. Ve are here to lead, und I vill continue to do zat until I die. Slow, painful, or not!" It wasn't like they had any other means of fixing the situation than pulling him from his rank and offering him a long lived platter of the easy life. Or.. To simply kill him off before his suffering worsened. Those were the only two options he had, and there was no way in hell he intended to do either. Being Immortal didn't mean never dieing. It meant fighting tooth and nail when you did. And he planned to do just that. But being everything he could be until it killed him. The only way he intended to stand down, was if he was physically dethroned. And boy he'd end up beat to shit anyways, seeing as he didn't intend to let it go easy. "Vhat do you expect me to do, zen!? You vant ze easy vay out!? You vant to avoid ze hurt of it all!? Don't be such a pussy, Vad!" Final words came out in a growful fit, teeth clacking out at air as blank expression finally [c]
(21:10:39) Drakov: rippled into full on aggression. He was this close.. THIS CLOSE to reeling it all back in, but the tension of it all caused a twinge to surge in his side as he reared back from his air snap, and it shot him off like a rocket. Hind paws thrusting him off the dirt to lash out in attempts to snap fangs around brothers cheek or side of muzzle. If it seemed he would be successful, forward motion would turn front paws lifting just enough for chest to collide with his in a shoving motion, paws clasping at his forarms, before official shakes would take hold.[e]
(22:14:58) Vadimir lost it. He'd heard it, and it made him lose all his shit, even the shit he had waiting in reserve for just this sort of occasion. But no, it all had to fly out, it all had to ditch. The punishment, he could take. But with Drak refusing his own, with Drak not taking ownership of the pain he was causing him? Going so far as to blame it on the pack? "BULLSHIT!" Vad roared, arching his neck with that crazy eye look as he sized his brother up. "If you really cared about ze pack you vould have never gone off on your fucking own to keel zat god forzaken bear!" How could he ask of Vad what he himself had failed to do? Yes, Vad and Drak had always been a true testament to the ultimate kind of strength... together and apart. But this, this... it hurt too much. And his arguments were just weak enough that Vad didn't feel at all right about backing down. When Drak's body came for him Vad's jaws opened and he replied in kind, locking their jaws together. Drak didn't want to be babied? [c]
(22:23:24) Vadimir fine. Then Vadimir would give as good as he got. When chests collided forepaws would strike out and intend to clash and entangle with Drak's, upper body throwing itself from side to side as he bit down, bristling, tugging, thrashing. All those feelings bursting out and gushing without any form of filler. So many curse words left his maw, gurgled and jumbled considering his mouth was full, had his initial strike landed. "SHITFUCKBITCHCUNTSUCKERASSHOLE!" Is what it sounded like... whether that was actually what he said, or it was something else entirely. They'd have to figure out later. (f)
(22:52:21) Drakov: All to true. He couldn't deny. He had made mistakes, mistakes that lead him to this. Going after that bear.. It was a mess. Mess of emotion, and frustration, and overwhelming drama and happenings that had become to much to bare. He couldn't, wouldn't lie about that much. But the fact was.. It was over and done with. There was nothing he could do about it now, except avoid making another mistake. Avoid allowing Vad to fall apart, to give up his fight. It was an odd twisted version of fighting, but to them. To him.. it was everything. Normal society was broken and sickly. And that was why. They lived by a different idea of things. Where as he? Why he was staring death and the face and still held his head high. Who else could say such a thing. He'd seen leaders crumble over far far less. Weak and pathetic souls. NO. He would not become one of them! [c]
(22:56:51) Drakov: For his packs sake, for his brothers sake. What example did that set!? It led them to believe they too needed to give up, to mope and sob and fall apart over something as STUPID as death. That was not the legacy he wanted to leave when he died. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt his brother, or that the pack came first. But giving in? It only made his brother crumble more. Made him feel as though he were right. That wouldn't help in the long run. Not in Drak's mind, anyways. Teeth gnashed down on the side of brothers features, pinching the loose flesh of the back of his lips. Where cheek bone ended and began the stretch of a smile. He by no means was after death, never. But he also, by no means, was acting any kind of gentle. Infact this was probubly the more vicious he'd ever assaulted his brother. Pain or not, which there certainly was. The lunge alone, paired with all the mental stress, had flared his pains almost immediately. But they weren't so bad that they couldn't be [c]
(23:00:59) Drakov: ignored. Yet... Vad's bucking about was caught here and there, paws gripped low on brothers forearms to make it that much easier to distribute his balance and catch his footing if it was needing. There was obviously no bulldozing him over, but it's not like he cared. It was more out of habit, out of rage. To throw himself so wholely into the situation. Grip on Vad's face would likely only last so long before teeth ripped through the skin, and left him detatching. A mix between how easy it was to puncture such a location, as well as all there swinging back and forth. But it's not like he intended to stop once it happend. He was snapping wildly. So the momment he seperated, jaws had parted and aim to find another hold on whatever was closest, had Vad not reciprocated fast enough.[c]
(23:01:42) Drakov: Not the brightest of moves on his part, for the longer they remained mildly reared up and tussling about the more his pain flared. Hind paws were shuffling about to maintain his balance to the best of his ability, and all that twisting and turning was beginning to hurt like fuck.[e]
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Post by Cinnema on Jul 19, 2015 16:18:29 GMT
Let Us Make Nice, Yes?!
Monro x Cin
(14:05:51) Monro felt grimey to say the least from the chaos of the orgy that was Cortes' funeral, none of that should have happened: NOOOPE. Heavy sigh escaped her as audits gave a flick to the buzz of a pest at her drums, snorting lightly twisting head sharply as she shook about. Limbs slid themselves against the soil heaving bodiance upwards leading to a slow inch of limbs forward, she felt eyes bored against her side as orbs laid facing the path before her. Walk of shame.
(14:31:16) Cinnema had mellowed out after conversation with Drak. Because of course, he was riiight, she was silly for being all worked up. Etc etc. So she'd set herself back to work, checking and remarking the complete edge of the border, swimming, and training. No need to dwell.. No. She was good again! At the moment she was busy scaling the rocks of the den, on the way back down at the moment. This would be round two, after having fought the river's current for an hour. Intense training mode go!! She'd pause for a moment to pant, eyes casting out on the landscape of the courtyard. Easily spotting Monro below, and almost in response, she made her careful but quick way down from her spot. As paws were feet from touching the dirt floor, she looked up and called out. "Why the hell are you sulking? Get to work and do something. Come on!" Serious tone, and a jerk of her head to the rocks. Get the sluzhits in on things, yes indeed! COULD SHE HANDLE IT?!
(14:39:19) Monro lurched to the side almost in spring like fashion when Cin pounced from her throne with idle hesitation, audits pinned to skull assuming to be flung back to the floor as she was the night prior instead she was being scolded. What the hell, was this chick bi-poloar? Steps ceased as woman tilted her crown at the Queen "Things got out of hand last night" snort was given as she peeled away "I should have helped Zod instead of fueling the fire." At the mention of work she granted the woman a smile "Speaking of work, I was told you may need help deciding which route to take back to Cascades. I was tasked to offer my assistance." No need to tell her whom or why it had come about.
(15:03:09) Cinnema noticed the other seemingly surprised by her sudden approach, but didn't pause or anything in reaction to it. Ear would twitch at the look and response she was given, a narrowing of her gaze as she would pause in her almost constant effort to continue moving. "...Possibly. I should not have lost my temper. But it's been fixed, and we are going to train." There was no apology in there, of course, but she knew she'd overstepped a little.. Not that she was going to say she wouldn't carry out her threat if needed! She just, wasn't going to dwell on it and try not to be mean to Mon as long as she was making effort to do things.. She'd gesture to the rocks and lead the way up. Paws careful about where she stepped, so she wouldn't slip and go tumbling down. Her tail flicked as she registered Mon's words. "That'd be helpful.. We'll be heading west, perhaps after a couple runs up and down we can go and scout over that way?" Certainly she didn't intend to give up what she was doing and let the cream and grey female out of working those muscles! This was important too.
(15:25:48) Monro granted the ivory woman a gentle nod lunging after her forcing claws into the hard ground below, surging against the incline woman flashed her a smile "Yes lets put it behind us." Shoulders threw to the side at the woman nudging playfully against her "The harder we train the better right" she asked musingly "Perhaps we put a wager down?" Brows arched as she peered at the opposing woman "First down on the third trek is the others bitch for a day" she spoke with a snicker before leaping forward again sliding as pads clung to its edge.
(15:41:40) Cinnema managed an easy grin on her face, assisted likely by the fact that she was in her element of work and thus less likely to snap. Her attention was mostly directed on the task at hand and pleasant conversation she was trying to keep! She braced for the nudge, not inclined to want to fall, but smirked. "Of course." Ear pricked at the mention of a bet, as she continued her ascent. Jaws parted for her to laugh loudly, pausing to turn her head and look at Mon. "That wouldn't be very fair, since this is my third climb, but I'd be damned before I was anyone's bitch!" HA, the thought of that. NICE TRY. "You can try to keep up though!" With that she turned and kept on, jaws parted to assist in breathing and cooling of her system. She'd been doing this exercise over a period of time now, practicing, working her muscles. However often Monro ever tried this, she didn't care! Cin was stubborn enough to keep moving until the other gave up. Or, if either fell. That was good too!
(15:49:43) Monro snorted lightly quickly pushing after the woman wearing a sly grin "How true" peeling up with sharp inhales of breath and lofty exhales "One does not try when they can simply do." She quipped like an old grandmother would to a child, her muscles seared and pulsed from the night prior: full of activity this group was. As their climb became riddled with possible death traps woman often found paws moving with slight hesitation, yelping lightly when the tip of a rock dug itself into the crease of her pads causing light curses to escape her.
(16:05:15) Cinnema cackled at the responses, choosing not to answer but just continuing up. Every step deliberate, careful, but she'd already been up and down twice just today, so she was used to the pattern. This run was quicker than the last, because of that. But it was tiring! Muscles burned with every leap upward, eyes intent on the path ahead to the very top. Focusing helped it go smoother, maybe. One step would send some smaller rocks scattering to the bottom, but she was already past that point. Go go go! All the way! Chest heaved with the attempt of breathing while working herself so hard, not bothering to break concentration to see how Mon was doing until she was up. Ear twitched as she'd stop and turn around, big gasping breaths of air coming in and out. "Gotta.. be careful!" Her own paws were likely cut by now as well.. But after how much they'd hurt after escaping Cascades the first time, this was nothing. "We'll wait..a minute, before going back..down.." Gasp gasp.
(16:16:47) Monro heavy breathing nod was given audits twitching forward, if she could plop down without the risk of falling to her death. Oh the humanity. She wasn't one to take much precaution with anything, til now it seemed: never again would pads be so badly wounded. It burned to high hell. Side stepping turning slowly so not to stumble into the Queen "That was quite the workout, once we get down we ought to rest a spell before heading out: Give us time to think of a plan."
Returned And Back To Work
Mote & Cin
(18:31:05) Mote. The past few weeks had become a blurr, the dizzy feeling had gone away by now and the wounds she'd recieved where healed enough. However leaving the cave was much harder than anticipated. Taking an extra day or two in order to simply exit the cave was yet another unwanted detour. Oi. Would she ever make it home? Exiting the cave her dark eyes would squint as the sun glared down at her, oh ow...so thats what the sun felt like? Mote had forgotten. Head would shake before opening her eyes once more. No more waiting it was painfull enough to be away this long, she wanted to see Mommah again. Pressing forward the girl would favour her hind leg the most, not that it hurt so much anymore...well it did but she would not admit it to herself pssh she was Mote. Daughter of Cinn and Drakov. No weakness here. Dumbass. It was rather easy finding Vechnyy territory. Lucky thing had traveled in the right direction and the familiar scent of Uncle Zodi's piss on a tree was nearly enough to make her squeal followed by yet another urine scent she'd reconized. "Mommah!" She'd say rather loudly allowing her nubbly tail to flail wildly. How did she know what everyone's urine smelled like!? Oi. Pace woul pick up as she half galloped and half well...flailed toward the center of Vechnyy territory, pain ignorned there was wayyy to much excitment flowing through her. Finally stumbling into the courtyard her heart would nearly fly out of her throat when Cinn was spotted. Cream lady would charge for the woman, though knowing better than to actually throw herself at mommah she would halt when she was close enough, panting heavily. New scabbed over accesories would perhaps be noticed? The largest being a rather deep gash was given to her hindquarters and upper left leg, while a few deep cuts decorated her right 'shoulder'. Don't go chasing waterfalls kiddos.
(18:43:03) Cinnema had descended the rocks again with Monro and then conceeded to a rest as requested. She saw sense in that, not wanting to be exhausted if they were going out in an unknown direction to scout for the move. It could be dangerous, after all.. And while she hadn't been intending to allow a long rest..Monro had fallen asleep. SIGH. Lazy asses around here, bro. Cin had settled on the ground against the rock structure of the den, stretching to clean mostly healed wounds on her behind. Mainly her tail, that was almost but not quite fully healed up yet. It wasn't all that long before the sound of approach had her standing in a hurry, single ear pressing forward and 1/3 tail raised in the air. Who dared to come back? Oh, look, a Mote! She relaxed somewhat as familiar girl came before her, eyes widening mildly at her. "Mote, what happened?" It was obvious she wasn't in a good shape, that was for sure. Kid what did you do now.. Cin would growl lowly, not overly aggressive, but not happy either. Well, not a calm sort of growl, those were sort of special. She'd stride forward to grasp Mote's muzzle in her jaws, green eyes staring her down intently. "You were reckless and got yourself hurt, no doubt.. You should have been more careful, and perhaps you should be punished.." She'd release and stand back, head held high and tilted, considering. "But for now, you are home, and you will heal and train." Soft, considerate at last replacing stern outlook. She would not hurt for Mote's pain as she might have the other day, she would help her heal and get better.. A lick was applied to the pale child's head, rump falling to the earth.
(19:12:22) Mote. The rumbling from Mommah was eagerly welcomed as if they were cries of joy! Yes Mommah Mote knows you missed her. Jeez Calm Down. Rump begining to sway because that little nub of hers could not keep up with the excitment. As face was snatched up she would squirm a bit as a soft appreciative growl escaped her. Oooh mommah! When words were given she woul glance sideways with those dark eyes of hers. "Yes Cin. Mote trained...But....rocks were so...slimy...Not like Vechnyy's rocks...." Single ear folding back she would dip her head slightly before looking up to her mom with a child-like 'Oops' face. Nodding as subject changed she would then lift herself back up in high spirits. PFF HEAL? jeez mom what do you think ive been doing? Poor thing was so impatient she had reopened her wounds perhaps three times before resting them a few days...Sheesh. Mote had no idea her wounds could open so easily. Well at least she was learning something. Lick was accepted with an actual squeal. Ooooh mommah i miss you so much. However words were held back as she calmed herself ever so slightly. "Mote wont go to waterfall without Cin. Cin smarter than Mote!" ear would flick when she came up with a pleasant idea all by herself. "When Mote get's better, Cin can show Mote why the rocks are different!?" Yay! Granted Cin could simply tell her now...No matter, The idea was hers and she was so happy to come up with it all by herself. Maybe she would eventually think of real training Ideas.
(19:27:31) Cinnema wasn't rumbling for joy, it was more.. I'm forcing myself to be strict with you.. kind of thing. Silly girl. Silly Cin! She was..admitting.. That Mote was another person on her list that she cared about. Somehow, she didn't know how. The once-child had snuck her way into her heart, and the queen would probably end up being upset if she'd have to leave her behind.. But, sigh, she would end up not questioning Drakov. She knew she wouldn't be able to. Ear flicked to hear the offered responses, at least happy to hear that she had been training when the accident had occurred.. Still, it had been careless. Waterfalls?! "..Mote, those rocks were wet, of course you slipped. That was really stupid of you to do." Blunt as ever. But she'd given her a kiss so all was good, right? Sure thing. She half growled half sighed, moving forward to sniff at the wounds marking Mote's body. A few licks applied here and there. "You should be fine, anyway. Just don't..do it again, got it? You're needed here, not going off and hurting yourself. And anyway, we're moving soon. You have to be stronger." She had to do something that would prove she belonged, impress Drakov, or at least show she was worth something. Now how to do that.. Let's be honest, Cin was an awful teacher. But she was getting some ideas.. "Are you well enough now?" Could she handle starting now?
(19:41:52) Mote would blink and that big ol' head of hers would tilt. "Wet...?" now that she actually thought about it....the rocks by the river were often slippery. But she never slipped too badly on those before! Well yes she had. Many times...but since the water was closer by than the waterfalls crash zone...her falls usually went un-noticed. Hmm. Brushing the idea aside she would then nod. "Yes Cin. Mote doesn't want to fall into the waterfall again...it really wasn't a good idea...mote just thought it would help make stronger..." She was still a smidgen butt hurt about the Monro spar. Having that women get all that nasty on her was first of all. Not Fun. Then the fact that she still didn't understand how to use her body in a fight was still driving her nuts. It really wasn't fun feeling like she'd dissapointed Uncle Zodi...Thinking of her beloved uncle she would snort. "Mote is well! Just a little sore!" Nub would then wiggle slightly. "Cin...How does Mote get better at Sparring? Mote tries to learn mistakes...but...keeps making the same ones. It's hard. Mote wants to be great like Drakov! Then Tsar might like Mote more..." She just wanted to be loved. Omg.
(20:06:14) Cinnema rolled her eyes slightly. She had never known Mote to be.. particularly bright. But, hey, she could at least think that the rocks were wet and figure out that it wasn't safe?.. Oh well, lesson learned she supposed. She surely wouldn't do it again, but Cin was just waiting for the next thing to go wrong from her stupiditiy.. Shrug. "Be careful of your surroundings, and perhaps it will not happen again." HERE'S TO HOPING. Sniff at dem wounds, and then ideas were hitting.. Training ideas. Though, as Mote spoke up again, her tactic would switch.. New ideas coming. Maybe she would actually be a better teacher this time around? "Alright.. Then we will work on that. I-.. I am not the best teacher, dear. I won't linger on what I have failed to do. We continue!" Look at her, being all positive! Eyes would stray to the sleeping Monro, and she would lead her shadow aka Mote further out. She'd pause for a moment, flick her tail, and wander to a nearby tree in search of something. A sturdy stick was found and grabbed up! She returned with easy steps back over to where hopefully Mote had stayed. "You need to be in control of yourself. Roll with the punches, be ready. So now, I'll try to poke you with this stick, and you have to avoid, anticipate," she instructed around the object, teeth nomming it carefully for a moment. Tilted her head to raise the stick out, eyes intent on Mote's position. Duel begin! While it was true she'd scaled the den three times earlier, she'd also had a nap. Whenever she got tired, they'd move to the other thing she'd thought of! With a flash she was moving forward and zig-zagging, moving straight then to the left, then to the right to lunge forward and swing that stick to poke Mote in the side and twirl, dancing away even if she'd missed. "The more touches I get, the longer you work afterward!"
(20:21:04) Mote would follow Cin in the exact way as she was describe by her mother, a Shadow. It'd been a while since she'd seen the woman, and honestly the last time they were close she had been ignored. This was like a blessing from the divine heavens! When stick was grabbed Mote would wiggle. Oh!? Maybe a bit of Tug-o-war!? As their training was described that idea flew out the window as she wiggled with excitment! Ohh no mommah was so smart. This was much more entertaining! Trotting in place with anticipation Mote woul flail that nubbly tail of hers all about. "Avoid! Antici....." pausing she would rethink the word in her head "Anticipate!" What did that mean again? Losing train of thought she'd snap back into gear when Momma started that dancing. If wolves even knew how to fence Cinn would probably be the best at it...Jeepers it was hard to think of where the stick would end up... As Cin moved one way Mote would do her best to re adjust herself...however she was still not quite sure about this training. Bulky figure would turn as mommah came with the first poke and surprise surprise she managed to dig it into the skin a bit. Oops...so...that wasn't the right way to move. God mote. So dense. Shifting again dark eyes would lock onto the stick as it swayed with her mother, mote wouldn't dare lose sight of it now. This was serious! Too bad she really should of been paying more attention to Cinn and her own movement rather than only the stick. Maybe she'd figure it out.
(20:39:28) Cinnema noticed the way she moved, how slow and unfocused it was.. Well, it wasn't horrible, but it wasn't good either. This would change, she would fix it. Cin snorted as she landed the first poke easily, spinning as she danced away and paused to see reaction. As if testing, she'd remain there for a moment, limbs bent and ready to move the whole time. Her head shifting, turning, watching to see what Mote would do about the stick. If she watched it move. Tail would begin wagging slowly, deliberately, and then she was moving again in a flash. This time she didn't go straight for the strike, no no. She dashed around, nearing only to pull back, circling, backing up, and ending up coming from the front. The end of the stick would be shifted over to the right, while she swerved toward the left-- trying to rake the edge barely against the front of Mote's shoulder. If that happened she'd instantly dodge back, circle around front, and try to jab the other shoulder.
(20:52:08) Mote felt a bit dizzy as she stared at the stick, her mother was sure having fun with this. Head shaking she would continue to pivet and swerve in attempts to stay square with the woman, however she was definatly not quickest on her feet. Paws would push back as the stick neared her shoulder, HAHA! YES! However the victory was not quite so wonderful as in the midst of her inner glee the stick poked into one of her few cuts on the opposite shoulder. Oh! Ow! Wait when did Cin get to that side of her! Gah! Getting back into focus she would shift and 'dance' in her own sluggish manner beggining to find a bit better footing in this task. Light like a feather...Light like a feather.....Thinking it was much easier than physically doing it but...she was trying. Weight shifting from paw to paw she would eye her mother and back down to her weapon. This time! She had it this time! Yes she'd was ready! A rather playful bark would escape as she excitedly watched mommah bounce around awaiting another strike!
(21:00:10) Cinnema was all for seeing practically adopted daughter improve and get better. So that she could stay, come with them, and another one close to her wouldn't be lost. She was trying! She was also attempting to distance herself, but seeing a little bit of progress now with the exercise encouraged her.. And she did not slow down one bit. She frowned a little as she realized she'd accidently hit one of Mote's injuries, and she'd pause for a moment. Making sure that she was alright and ready again. The shift to her toes was good, noted, and with that she was dancing again. Two hits now.. Lets see how many more there would be, if any. "Keep on your toes. Watch me and the stick at once, be aware.. You have to be quick. Move with me, if that helps, don't stay still.." That was all was offered as further instruction and she dashed to the side, in and out, seeing how close she could get. She was expecting more movement, now, hopefully. Quicker! And thus she was more harsh. Speed cranked up but not too much that she'd fall if she turned too fast. She turned her head this way and that, weaving in and out, any little opportunity for a touch taken and moved on after quickly. She'd be pleased if she got in a few touches but then no more, and she would continue their dance, like two swordsmen on a sparring field. Not a second that she paused, keeping it up, for that was the best way.
(21:29:09) Mote could feel the pace begin to quicken, as Cinn easily shifted and swayed Mote stuggled to keep up. Doing the best to her ability however she'd move as her mother did in a sloppyer fashion, now that she didn't feel as thought she were about to fall over she would wiggle her nub and dodge a prod. Woo! But no time to celebrate, back to moving, dont stop. Watch momm---no now the stick! Ack! The slight hesitation caught her off guard. BAH no she was ready! hnnng! No more! A wiggle, a sway. She began to anticipate where the stick may hit...though she didn't know the meaning of the word she'd begun to understand the lesson a bit more. Now with each lunge mote would attempt to sashay out of the way, head turning toward the stick in order to follow its movements carefully. The first attempt at that ended with a poke to the muzzle, but it only helped her further. Yes! At least she'd guessed where mommah was aiming that time! Knowing she'd been hit a few times she wouldn't let it bug her whatever came after this training didn't matter at the moment! Another jab soon came her way and this time she would open her muzzle, bright teeth glinting as she would shift and let the stick graze her teeth and cheek before an attempt to push it away. PARRY! Not that she knew the word, or what exactly she had done, but she had imagined the stick as an extension of her mothers teeth, and mote knew that letting someone get her neck was a no go! So deflecting it was a better answer!!...yes? no? Maybe! No matter! Whether it was good or not she would return to the fidgeting and swaying waiting for another lunge. Perhaps she could try deflecting it again?
(21:41:03) Cinnema. "Move, dance, quick, faster," she commanded, seeing the dodges and the improvement. Mote was doing so well so far! She was learning, the queen could see improvement but she wanted more. She wouldn't be giving up on the exercise no matter her own fatigue until her shadow was more competant and able to turn on a dime. She didn't pause even as she murmered the words. Though, Mote deciding to parry, that was impressive! Partial tail waved high and quick, showing that she had done well. But that was all that was done. To be honest, Cin wasn't even keeping up with the number of touches anymore. It was all about improving, and that was happening. Stronger.. Always the goal. She dodged and weaved and danced, enjoying the exercise too much to think of her own level of exhaustion. It was for the betterment of Mote, so of course she didn't mind. The dance would continue at a high pace, watching for every little change in movement from the other. Keep on!
(21:57:42) Mote didn't even notice the praise, not like it was necessary. Mote was growing eager to be just as fast as mommah! Though still she was slower than the woman, in her head she was moving swifter than a rabbit! Oh yes! Push, thud, push, thud. Moving from side to side to whip around, tongue would now dangle from her open jaws, boy this was a lot of work...but she wasn't really moving anywhere....odd. Jab! Dodge! Jab! Dip! Dodge! Move! Speed was slowly growing with each movement and soon she was begining to move on her own without watching mommah's jabs. Perhaps it was the persistance that was making it a natural reaction!? This exercise would need to be repeated...perhaps with uncle zodi!? ohh Or maybe...hmm...well...besides Mommah and Zodi she didn't really didn't know who to train with...The pup---Oh Dodge!! nope. Mote, Snagged. Back to the present, she could think about future training later!! Rump would twist as mommah looked to be getting sneaky Mote had not noticed the change of position. Most likely because she was in thought. No mind wandering! Ear, eyes, an head locked on to mommah. Be faster! Dodge! Duck!Dip! Dive! Dodge! The Five D's of dodgeball!
(22:04:31) [#] Cinnema rolls 1d6 & gets 1.
(22:16:00) Cinnema kept on with the exercise for some time after she'd chuffed at Mote for noticing she wasn't paying attention. C'mon, watch! On it went for ten more minutes at the same pace, and doubtless Mote would move quicker with time and effort. But it was tiring! And, as Cin had climbed earlier. She was pushing a limit half way through those ten minutes. Geez. But pushing it was the key, after all! It improved, which was obvious by how they were getting more used to it. But she was breathing hard by the time she started to slow, and if that weren't an obvious enough sign that the exercise was finished, jaws opened to release the stick and it tumbled to the floor. With mouth free, she was able to pant deeply for a moment. That was all she needed, but dang her jaw hurt now. "Very well. We'll do this a few more times, or you can find others to practice with as well. Now! How do you feel?" Wide grin, pulling herself up to full stand versus readied, lanky stance, fully shaking out her fur. Aaah, the burn of work. Felt soo good.
(22:36:31) Mote. As the pace began to slow mote would continue at her speed, only thinking she were getting faster and faster! Oooh the boundless energy! though in reality she was probaby pretty pooped...being injured and resting a lot really takes a toll on stamina. No matter! When the final jab was given and stick release mote would watch her mommah. Heavily panting herself she'd wiggle that tush of hers. "Mote feels great!...though tired...Cin is fast! It was hard to keep up sometimes!" but she had done it...well to the best of her ability anyway. If Cin were in the tip toppest well rested shape of her life...she'd definately get more blows than this session. Nub wiggling Mote would copy her mother and shake out her fur though shoulder ached a bit from a jab or two that had struck there. Eh. Nothing to worry too much about at this point. Mote's body just ached a bit. Hmm now back to the thought of who to train with..."Mote could show Uncle zodi's...uhhm..." what were they called? Little shits? The vague memory of a puppy drifted into her memory...wasnt that what they were called? "Mote can train too! Mote will be gentle with tiny things!" Mote had not yet realized those little shits were probably nearing her chest by now. She was in for a surprise.
(23:07:42) Cinnema allowed for time for the other to calm down, slow as it seemed to be. An easy grin pulled at her face, for her mood was always easier to lighten when she was working and tiring herself out. Maybe that's why it had been easy to be nice to Mon earlier. Har har. "You've been doing very well. In time, you will get faster, and it will get easier. We will keep working on it later." Not now, noo, Cin was tiired. Single ear pricked at continued talk of training. Well, she'd intended to drag things on further, but. Aight, more talk. Slight tilt of her head. "I suppose.. As long as you have Zod's permission. Then I'm okay with it." She shrugged, kicking the stick at her paws. "Now! Come here and get this stick. You're going for a swim." She'd only make her do that for maybe ten, twenty minutes. She felt it was good to finish out in the water, help loosen the muscles and clean her up! And she'd follow herself to lay in the shallows, wash off, and observe. Woot!
(23:17:35) Mote would wiggle in place and nod, granted she wasn't sure how she felt about the water at this moment in time...however it wouldn't matter! Uncle zodi would be so excited to know Mote was going to help train his tiny little punkinbutts. Snatching the stick she would wiggle after her mother until they reached water before slinking her way into it's depths, making sure that the current wasn't too strong that it would wisk her and that stick away. Wading about in the water happily she didn't mind swimming, actually it was one of her preffered exorsizes! as it seemed to please those around her...since she was bathing and all. Swim Swim Swim. Whatever Cin wanted would have been executed to the best of Mote's abilities before she'd join her mother in the shallows flopping over with a bit of a splash for a bit of play. Head then outstretching to graze the ladies body. "Mote missed Cin." she'd say giving her a light touch of the nose before letting her head flop gently where there wasn't so much water.
(23:24:55) Cinnema followed at a leisurely pace behind, tail swishing easily behind her before flopping in the shore to watch. "Keep that stick high! Work against the current. Try not to splash." Little bits of encouragement offered, but no specific instructions. Whenever she was satisfied that Mote was refreshed enough and good on her work for the day, she'd call for the end. Good job! Paws stretched in the water as her shadow joined her, bit of a head tilt here. She allowed the touch, figuring. Hey it was a bit of praise for doing well. Cin would have Mote in great shape in no time, she thought. "Well you're back now, no need for missing me, as long as you keep working hard and serving!" Tail swish, light smile. Not gonna say she missed Mote? Nooo that would be weird! Kee. But she really did, she'd wondered about her when Drak had mentioned the move, so. She wouldn't admit it, but she did. "Rest now, and you can ask Zod about helping out tomorrow." Nice day of training, and catching up~
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