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Post by Zodiak on Jul 22, 2015 1:49:23 GMT
Bleed it out
Yusef had managed to be in a good mood for a grand total of....two days. Maybe three. But then it was ruined. He'd stalked off into the den, and had not left since! He hadn't come out to eat, or come out to hunt. At least, not when anybody noticed him. Instead he walked around the back, having found a hole in the wall large enough to squeeze out of, and he popped out from the back entrance and surled up amongst the rocks. However, a little rockslide had now covered his own personal hidey hole, and now he was sat at the back of the den, in the dark, shoulders hunched and head down, staring furiously at the wall. You know what? FUCK YOU, WALL. FUCK YOU, STONE. FUCK YOU. He snarled and suddenly leaped at the stone wall as if it were going to move out of his way, sinking his teeth into the stone. Sort of. He grasped a protruding, jutting stone and it snapped off with a loud crack, and he tossed it, shaking his head wildly as he attacked again and and again and again, until his tongue and gums were cut, and one of his teeth were chipped, and blood oozed and bubbled out of his jaws. But who cared, huh? WHO cared? Nobody listened, nobody cared, and when he tried to be an adult, he was treated like a child! Did they think he didn't CARE? Of course he cared! He wanted to be the best, he wanted the best for EVERYBODY! He wanted everybody to be strong, to be confident, to be powerful, to be able to one day be just like his daddies. He didn't LIKE seeing people mope around, and be cold and cruel and nasty. Yusef wanted Solv to get her mind off things, to train, to do something fun, to get her blood pumping and to remind her what she was working towards, but no, she had issues. And she didn't want to talk about them, so why stay and bother people with them? Why didn't she go off and find herself FOR herself and be all the more stronger for it? Sometimes, emotions and missions for the self had to be worked through ALONE, nobody could help. That was all he wanted! But no. So fuck them. Fuck all of them.
Zodiak's time with nida the previous night had a newfound desire to make things right rising within him. This pack was strong... stronger than any of its members even knew and the hard unforgiving truth was that their tsar....Drak... was dying. It may not have been said outright but zod could feel it, why else would they be so quick to plan a move, so quick to straighten things up, and the promotion. It wasn't official but it was an option for him, and hidden within its description given by drak... Zod feared he wasn't good enough-- would never be as good as the tsar. Having left nida to her own daily tasks, zod had gone in search of any pack members that needed training. It was still difficult locating them all, and one in particular was rather close to being disposed of. He'd half-heartedly persued a few rabbits, lazily snapping at them before lopeing off back toward the den. Daily check of the interior for lost child left him staring at a venting yusef. Head tilted as he entered the cavern quietly, soft steps inching him forward until he paused. What...was he doing? The boy was attacking the rocks from what it looked like. hrmmm. Head would shake before another slow step was taken towards him, "yusef...?" and another step "are....-- what's wrong?" posture straightened some as he eyed the younger male, truly worried for him.
Yusef snorted. "Go avay." he growled. He didn't want to talk and he CERTAINLY didn't want to talk to the one person who constantly treated him like he was lesser, like he was a baby. He always had to be out-done. That wasn't fair, it wasn't his job, he wasn't even special! Another roar of rage left him and he leaped at the rock again, but his jaws were too sore so instead he simply rammed his shoulder into the stone. It didn't budge. Of course it didn't. He rammed and rammed and rammed and rammed until a bloody little smear began to appear on both the stone and on his shoulder. Fine, this was fine. Again and again and again and again and again. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST--JUST-" he slammed into it again, and the resounding crack was rather..unsettling.
Zodiak. Most wolves would turn away when told to, leaving the boy to himself in his emotional mess. Zodi was not one of them. Ear flicked to the side at the words, and heavy exhale of breath drifted through nostrils. Yus had always seemed troubled--upset and zod couldn't blame him. The boy had a rough life... but he'd done what he could at the time to help. Head uplifted as the attacks to the rock wall increased and he was slamming himself repeatedly. The sign of blood zod barked out "Stop!" lip curled as he approached then there was a loud crack and zod rushed forward, forcing himself between yus and the wall with a growl. "yusef..." he'd snort lightly "Beating that wall wont do you any good..." He'd take a more solid stance, shifting forward to make sure ther was no way he could get at that wall, "what's going on?"
Yusef snarled and snapped at the other canine. "Why are you still here!? To baby me?! To treat me like I'm stupid?!" he snapped, fury in his voice. His shoulder was bloodied, but he slammed his foot down anyway. The shockwave reverberated through him, and his teeth clicked together in a violent, pained shudder...but he didn't cry out, and he didn't worry the limb. No. He took that goddamn pain. This was HIS pain and he would OWN it. "To alvways be right!? To alvways be better zan me!?" He began to walk, each step making a sick crunch and scrape as the plate bones of his shoulder creeeeaked against each other. "Fine. Do it, zen leave me alone."
Zodiak didn't feed the fire--not yet anyway. So as teeth came snapping his way he reeled his head back in avoidance. "why would I do that?" he questioned cooly, watching him force limb to support his weight against obvious injury. Lip curled to bare teeth at his following statement and shifting away. Head shook in dissapointment "...to be better than you? right?..." heavy sigh escaped him as he turned toward the males rear "Is that all that matters to you?!" light growl lingered on his words "WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS BY HURTING YOURSELF!" heavy bark echoed off the den walls like a sonic boom, hackles now thoroughly puffed up, "and since when would I do that to you?!! " another heavy sigh and stomp of foot to the dirt "Because I sure as hell wasn't trying to be better than you when I SAVED YOUR LIFE!!!" Jaws parted slightly to release the heavy exhale of heated breath, tongue sliding over incisors "WHEN I ALMOST DIED FOR YOU AND YOUR SIBLINGS!" amber eye would bore holes into his backside, chest heaving in rage.
Yusef scowled. He wasn't so unclassy as to say his initial thought (which was 'and how well did that work out for you') but he wasn't happy about it. "Ven vaz zis? I recall nozing." Probably because you were unconscious the whole time. "Who cares if I hurt? It is MY pain. It is MINE and you can't take it from me!" he huffed. He glared at the wall, rather than at Zod. Not because he was afraid to look at Zod, or anything of the sort, but because he didn't want to spit in the older wolfs' face. At least, not on purpose. He loved him somewhere.
Zodiak. Well it had taken 12 months but better late than never right? He exhaled--decompressing and daring a step toward the yearling "You would have been too young to remember..." he'd half smile "you know you were a little shit back then" the upbeat tone returned to him, "Your parents didn't quite understand how to handle the... pup thing... and diciplined you pretty badly..." muzzle extended as he neared the boys face, nudging toward where ears should be if able. "your ears were first..." he still remembered the whelps squeels. Body circled him and he'd nudge at the back of his thigh "then your tail... as you were flung across the densite" ear twisted back and he paused, tilting his head so single eye could focus on him "I stayed with you that night... made sure you didn't bleed to death." he huffed "and the following day when you and the rest were being tossed into the river... I challanged my place ... Risked my own life to defend yours" rump found the dirt and tail flicked to one side, "I suppose it was only what any pack would do for its own... risking life for them... .. but I was in a weird place back then too... I didn't know who I was..." did he now? sshhhh there was still more to be uncovered but the basics were there. Yusefs outburst had him sighing once again, rising to move toward his shoulder where injury lay. "I care... beyond the strength of the pack and its ranks... your family yusef, blood or not." he'd shift to graze tongue over the opening, removing some of the blood "If I could take all the pain from you I would... You don't deserve to hurt.... " perhaps the blood needed to settle on this one, amber eye would drift toward his own violet mirrors "I can share it though... ease the pain you carry..." this was a one time deal dude so you better fucking take it "I've wronged you, and go against my own words... it seems only fair to suffer as you have" head would lower, gaze twisting away in submission. Time for him to get his own dish of punishment.
Yusef JERKED AWAY, SCOWLING. "No." he growled. He scurried to the corner of the den. "You--you're doing it again. Again! Vhy can't you just LET ME BE!? If I vas zupposed to die, zen I should be DEAD! If I am zupposed to hurt, zen I will HURT. It is MY life, not yours! MY pain!" He huffed, glaring at Zod's submissive face. "Don't patronize me! My pain is my own and no matter vat I do, you vill never feel it. It is stupid for you to try to suffer for someone else, to take zere pain ven you have your own. If you take everybody elses pain, zen how will you be able to take your own? No, zis is mine and it will STAY mine." his muzzle wrinkled, lip curling over his snaggled tooth. Yusef headbutted Zod right in the booty. "Don't pretend to be somzething you're not to make someone else feel better. If ozers are to count on you und to look up to you, you need to be able to zink clearly, you need to be able to see their situation. Zat doesn't mean you have to UNDERSTAND it, zat doesn't mean you have to SUFFER viz zem for it. Just accept it! Just accept zat its a part of zem and zomezing zey're going through. You can't be a hero to everybody, and to try, you vill only end up broken!" he turned back around to face the wall,"You can help zem accept zeir own pain, and help zem through it, and help them manage ven zey feel like zey can't anymore. But you CAN'T suffer for zem."
Zodiak growled at his words, what the hell had happened to this child to cause him so much grief?! Zod could remember the training he'd done with him and the others, yusef excelled and was so god damn happy about it. This wolf that stood in the corner, hiding like a child... this was not yusef only a shell of who he used to be. Lip curled over gum lines as a heavy rippling snarl crawled its way up his throat, escaping as a snap toward the boys face as he was headbutted and given another set of words. "Don't act like you know of my duties!" he growled lowly "I'm responsible for making sure this pack is ready!" jaws snapped in his direction again "Clearly you aren't...." chest rumbled throughout his words "You'd rather sit here and SULK!-- WALLOWING in your own self pity instead of DOING SOMETHING ABOUT IT!" How many times had he felt weak? worthless? as if he wasn't good enough?! In the begining he sulked... until drak delt with him and gave him hope, showed him that even through loss there was gain. Time for a little tough love.. because straight up love wasn't getting through to this boy. "Regardless... I still have work to do...I have wolves to train..." toothy grin formed over his maw "and you have yet to show me your ready..." Snarly bark echoed out as body lurched forward at the boy, jaws seeking to find purchase over his muzzle. Time to train, no more mopeing!
Yusef SNARLED right back, and leaped at Zod to meet with him, raising upright just enough so that he could slam his chest into Zod's oncoming face, and wrap his forelimbs around the older male's throat. He was big now, he was full sized. He wasn't a little baby anymore! His shoulder ached at the impact, but fuck that. This was his injury and he'd own it--fine. Face me head-on, this was the only way. Zod NEVER saw what he did, did he? No, he refused to understand. Yus wasn't HIDING in here. He was WAITING. He was BIDING. He was sifting through his own thoughts and feelings in the solitude of his own mind and in his own heart, because who would he have to come crying to when Drakov and Vadimir were gone? He had to deal with his own issues himself and GOD. FUCKING. DAMNIT. Zod just WOULDN'T let him! He war-cried, the sound tearing from his throat and chest as he aimed to try to grasp at Zod's scruff. Had he managed, he would heave his weight to the right in an attempt to use his entire upper body to slam Zod into the stone wall beside them--fighting in enclosed spaces! His back feet were planted, nails scratching and clawing at whatever he could get to while keeping his grip around him.
Zodiak had already worked himself up while spilling his emotional guts to the kid. He'd been itching for this day, ever since that little shit humped his face he knew one day... ONE DAY he'd get him back for it. Impact with him had not been as expected--when was it ever? first head collided with chest, then neck as it was forced to crane to the side with continued force of contact. Hind legs were quick to find grip against the dirt floor, claws sinking in as he pushed against yusef. Much had changed with zod since he joined, of course it woudn't be that noticable to yusef as he was only a child at the time, but zod was fully matured now, countless times he trained and fought, growing both physically and mentally. THIS was why he held the responsibilities that he did, THIS was why someday... he would be expected to lead. He still had a ways to go before he'd be in the mental state of a tssar, but for now he'd take each battle as a challenge, each wound as a lesson learned to never mistake again. Yus's paws had shifted to wrap around his neck and already twisted head would part jaws and lunge for his upper forelimb, close to where that injury was.... but not close enough. If tooth found purchase he'd bite down heavily, the ferocity of it all only increasing as scruff was snagged. Muscles rippled as burly wolf pushed upwards with upper and lower body working in tandem. Had his teeth been gripping the limb, he'd thrash his head to one side in attempt to drive sunken fangs down the leg and rip that bitch open. BLEED FOR ME YUSEF! LET IT OUT! His weight would push into the boy in standoff manner, as large as yus may have grown, zod was a fully primed male and equal (if not greater) in muscle mass to take him on.
Yusef WAS GOING TO BE THE VERY BEST, LIKE NO-ONE EVER WAS. He had a ways to go, he was still young. Still technically a pup. But he had drive, even if that drive often showed itself as a smolder, rather than the wildfire it had been when he was young. No, when he was a baby, he had no direction. He simply exploded everywhere. Then he'd burned out and fizzled and had nothing but a spark. But now he was crackling ember, waiting to simply be stoked. FINE, ZOD WANTED TO PUSH? PUSH AWAY, BITCH. Yus suddenly allowed his legs to go out, though instead of dropping down, he swung his already off-centered weight backwards. With Zod's teeth buried in his limb, he lifted his foreleg to reduce damage and the action helped raise Zod's head--whoop. Up and over. He practically flipped the older male right into the stone at his back--THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED WHEN YOU FOUGHT IN A CORNER. In the event that Zod managed to dig his heels in super tight,Yus would still allow his legs to buckle, if only to throw off Zods own balance and use it to his own advantage,rolling to the side and aiming to pull Zod with him by the scruff into a dirt-filled death roll.
Zodiak savored the moment of sweet blood oozing over his tongue. NECTAR OF THE GODS it was. Vibrating growl rumbled through him as he gave another shake of his head, ensuring his mark upon yus. Then there was weight around his neck, yus' as he dropped and pulled zods weight forward. OH YOU WANNA PLAY LIKE THAT BITCH?!!! He fought it as well as he could but alas, physics is physics and he felt his body shift forward until center of gravity was no longer existant, he held no ground and quickly released his grip of yusef's forearm with a snarl. SONOFABITCHFUCKINASSHOLE--Hnnnggg! Shoulder, neck, and face crashed into the rock and as body slid with gravity's pull, the flesh along his shoulder was tore open. Nice one, that'd be a sexy scar to add to the collection. Had he not been fighting, he'd lay there and let the pain linger on him, but he had no time for that shit. Body hit the rock, he growled, then pushed off to land over yusef with a demon-like bellow. Had yusef fallen onto his back, zod would aim paws to land straight on his chest to knock the wind from the boy before sliding to either side as jaws lunged for his neck--particularily his throat. Had he still been on his feet, he'd aim for the boys scruff and drop all his weight over the wolf, pushing off with hind paws to force him down.
Yusef slammed onto his back, dragged down by Zod's weight. His limbs almost immediately stretched out and forward, and when Zod tried to settle over him, he would be met with hindlegs to the stomach and delicate ballsack, kicking and scraping, while injured forelimbs pushing upwards and aimed to slam into Zod's throat so the older male couldn't lower his head. Yus would draw his own head and neck in to protect his throat, and think for a moment. Zod's paws were on either side of his head and so he would twist his skull and aim to snap at a paw in an effort to force Zod to lift the foot or risk it being grasped in Yus's death grip. Had Zod relented and lifted the foot, Yus would suddenly shove with one leg to try to toss Zod off balance again, just long enough for the young male to get back onto his feet so he could circle back around to face Zod head-on.
Zodiak's decent was greeted with paw to the stomach and delicates, paired with a punch to the throat. hrrrrk! Jaws parted in a pained snarl while hind leg pulled in to strike unforgiveingly at the boys own man parts. If that wasn't enough he'd use that kick as a chance to shift his weight to the side enough to free his throat from the pressure of yusef's paw. Head would likely drop between extended forelimbs and once steady ground was found he'd twist his head to the side to grab the injured limb attached to broken shoulder. He paid no mind to yusef's bite to his leg--that is, he didn't avoid it, he sure as hell felt it and yanked his head inward to shift that bone between his jaws. He'd pull the leg uncomfortably so that the joints shifted and would likely stirr that broken shoulder. How high is your pain tolerance love?
Yusef roared in pain around the paw in his mouth and suddenly bit down with bone-crushing pressure. His jaws, in particular, were strong. But he would not grasp at the paw for long--Zod's head came down beside his own and he whipped his head around and moved to sink his jaws right into the side of Zod's face. Bottom jaw would move to hook the lower canine teeth into the soft dip of flesh beneath Zod's muzzle, while the odd angle of his head would cause the upper canined to sink into the flesh just above Zod's remaining eye. There wasn't much meat there and so his teeth would more than likely scrape down with the frenzied pressure applied, and could very likely--very easily--sink into Zod's only good eye. Even so, that was not what was on his mind--he was enraged, blinded by pain and fury and simply thrashing his skull wildly, shrieking incoherent roars and cries of rage and pain. Yusef's jaws would release and bite again and again and again at any bit of Zod he could reach--face, leg, arm, shoulder, throat--anything, anywhere, as he tried to roll and writhe and scramble to his feet.
Zodiak. Those cries of pain were like music to his ears--it was sick and a little twisted yes but for some reason that shit just got him going. Growl rumbled through his teeth as he sunk them fangs in and dragged that limb to the side with a fiery passion. OH but yusef had his leg too! Whine cracked through his growls as he bit down as hard as he could, using yus' leg as a bullet to bite through the pain. Shhhhit let go summbichasssfuck! When he finally let go it was bitter sweet as his jaws clamped over his face. Zod held reletively steady, unable to react much with the grip that yus held on his head, that is until he started raking down his face. He knew where this was going and a big FUCK NO rang through his head. HE WAS NOT CORT!!! only cort had the privalege of taking his eye and unless that mofo ROSE FROM THE FUCKING DEAD that eye was staying put! With fired determination zod shifted his weight forward, ramming his head into yus' jaws to keep him from raking any farther down his face. He'd keep pushing until the wolf let go. However when he let go, an assult of bites came his way. Head turned to move his eye out of range, his cheek getting a pretty nasty assult. The final straw was when the last bit of ear zod had was nabbed and tore from it's spot. In one desparate motion paired with a pained growling whine, front limb would rush forward to press paw against his throat to keep his head still. He'd yank that leg toward yusef's head (across his chest), with weight added to the paw on his neck he'd push against the leg with his other forearm before switching jaw position so his nose would be facing yusef's face. Granting all this went without a hitch, zod would push and push all his weight onto that leg, that shoulder was going to scream mercy.
Yusef would NEVER beg for mercy. NEVER. Any wolf in their right mind would have done so long ago.CRACK. The shoulder--and leg--collapsed under Zod's weight, and Zod was suddenly much closer to Yus! Yus roared out, slavering, bloodied foam pouring from his mouth, eyes unseeing and simply gnashing, flailing, kicking. He gurgled, unable to breathe, but he would NOT say no, he would NOT back down, he would NOT. NEVER. His flailing slowed, and his breathing shallowed. But no. No begging.
Zodiak's actions, as cruel as they might be were also a test. How far would this boy go before submission? The leg snapped beneath his weight and he found himself looking dead at yusef with a semi-laxed grip. Zod remembered a time when he was like this... so eager to be the best to win and nearly died in the process. although that particular time was when he was fighting for the welfare of the pups--so worth it. The little black wolf on his shoulder wanted revenge from ages ago.. when he was in this position but the white one was wiser and knew when enough was enough. Yusef was pack, he wasn't trying to kill the wolf, but it seemed yusef would die before he gave up. Something that would need to be passed over to someone who may be able to hit home better with yusef than zodi could. He'd clench teeth over the limb, reluctant to end the fight this way, he wanted to push it further, make him hurt--- but why? Zod had a lot resting on him, he needed to vent, hadn't had any nookie in a while, and yus kinda pissed him off with all this. WELP, what to do what to do-- hump the boy with a broken leg? seemed pretty fucked up but zod had been near death when vadi took his virgin booty... nah zod was more amped for fighting right now. Yus gurgled and zod would lighten paw, not removing it but freeing the airways. He'd release the broken leg, it couldn't do shit anyway, "You'd die before you lose a fight?!" vocals were rasped between panting "There's more to being strong than that..." he'd sigh heavily, leaping from the boy. He'd shake out his pelt, flinging blood this way and that and cringing slightly at the pain it brought. Zod moved back to yus, lowering his head to lick once over his face "This pack needs you as much as anyone else... don't isolate yourself from your family... let them help you..." he'd speak calm and quietly before turning toward the den's exit. He paused "I'm sorry... for everything... " head turned to look back "and your leg..." he really truly was "you ask why you should live if meant to die... its love yus, they may not have shown it before but they love you...as do I...and i'd do it all over again..." slowly he'd limp from the den to tend his own wounds.
Yusef gnashed his teeth weakly, even at his retreating form. Damn right he'd die before giving up. He gurgled, blood and slaver in his throat, and he rolled onto his side finally and heaved and wheezed, but used the stone to push himself back to his feet, even though his leg now hung limp at his side. He weakly went after him, trying to bite even at his ankles--No! NO! He wobbled and faceplanted, collapsing into the dirt and just gnashing. Fuck you! Fuck you hard! All he wanted was to be left alone, all he wanted was to....to just..succeed. Just ONCE. He just wanted to work through his own issues by himself, but no. It was quite clear, now... At least, to his young, underdeveloped little mind, that he would be nothing. He curled up in the corner, and spoke nothing more. |
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