(18:49:01) Drakov: Pale male had been out and about in search of larger game. Though, it wasn't prethought out he'd decided to take advantage of a little traveling herd making there way to close to his mountain side. Paws had carried the brute down the slopes, more along the actual rocky wall than the smoother path, so as to remain hidden. Unseen and unnoticed against the over hanging trees. Though.. His sudden hunting trip hadn't gone as planned in the slightest. Rather than bring home a lovely meal, the blood trail he'd left behind him was that of his own. Nothing incredible but, a slice of hooves across his hip and a little limp was easily noted as the male dragged his way back up the mountain side. Aggervation and fury so harsh he could set fire to the woods around him. Grump grump. First and foremost, he trailed his way through the river to clean away the mess of blood, and from there he stomped his way back to the courtyard and flopped down to tend to the gashes. Pissy look plagueing his features.
(19:02:08) Cinnema was an unhappy freaking pregnant lady. Oh yeah, over the past couple days she'd noticed. Baby bump had grown and she'd put little piece by piece together. Had a little bit of a panic session, because hey it wasn't something she had ever counted on or thought about. Who of them had? And then eventually she'd taken a swim and calmed down and accepted the fact. Not much could be done about it.. may as well deal with it. Of course the fact that the fathers were complete and utter dominant assholes, and the kids would have to deal with them. If they even made it. Was at the front of her mind. So she was being a little distant... Understandable. But damn it all if she wasn't going to keep trying to hunt! Thus that was what she'd been out today doing, taking her sweet time, stalking a pair of rabbits and observing them on their last day. Tracking and following was a thing she was good at, helped center her. And then when she got bored she snapped one up before they noticed, giving (c) (19:02:18) Cinnema- the other decent chase before it joined its friend. After a moment to catch her breath (this was harder than she'd thought sheesh), she'd wander back home-bound, eyes looking over present lingering pelts. (e)
(19:05:33) Vadimir was of the opinion, now that he and Drakov had decided on a course of action. That it was time to get down to business! To defeat, the hu-- he'd find an old, but sturdy tree. And leaping upon it wolfdog wouldset jaws upon the limbs, shaking and thrashing until they broke. One by one he eliminated many lesser branches, until finally only the thickest, most robust tree limbs remained, save for the tippy-top most twiggy bits, far beyond his reach. With his real targets now available, free from the entangling net of their former brethren, Vadimir launched himself and caught the lowest hanging one. It flailed wildly at first, but beside a slight groan of protest held firm. Pleased, Vadimir would start to flex powerfully with his neck, rotating skull and shoulders in unision to lift the top-most half of his body past the line of the branch. Doggy-style pushups for the win! [c] (19:12:37) Vadimir's grunts and groans of exertion were timed well with the creaks of the tree, and soon froth would begin to accumilate at the corners of his maw. When he'd abused several other branches to suit his needs, he dropped back to all fours, trotting to the river to drink and re-hydrate, before lifting skull to notice Cinn wandering off in the direction of home. He'd just missed Drakov, but had arrived in time to see her retreating form. Curious to her odd... waddling gait, he followed behind her at a distance, evaluating her peculiar new walking style and odd expansion of torso. What was this about? Once they'd returned home, Vad immediately rushed past Cinn to Drakov, chuffing merrily before he studied his brother. "Brat....?" Concern ghosted over his face. Just what had happened to him...? (f)
(19:15:53) Nida didn't have the woes of repeatedly failing to fell something twice her size, or have a soap opera about her character, no, her life went in fortitude and the lull. She remained where she had since yesterday, and that was inside the shadow provided by the tree's leaves above. Her head rears up to the returning footfalls of Drakov though says nothing to him. His straight-faced and dour look told what her mood would soon follow. Next, her attention goes to Cin's face, then belly, and, finally, Vadimir over yonder picking a limb or two with an elderly tree. Nida kept her eyes peeled on the group, wordless. What a creep.
(19:37:41) Drakov: Gaze caught sight of brother and his antics, and soon after, Cin arriving as well. Though he didn't linger on any of them, rather kerfluffled by his failed hunting antics. Alittle to eager to get into catching big game, eh there Drak? Chill your roll. Body flopped with a thud, arching and twisting to reach bloodied wound and lick away any funk still clinging on. Though.. Vad's excited little hello forced him up from his endeavors. Pissy as he was, he lightened his mood for brother! "Bah.. Stupid deer gave me a good kick." Hohum. Just you wait he'd be back for round 2! Shoulders rolled, pushing him to stand before shaking himself out, maw then parting to nab ahold of the loose skin of the side of Vad's neck. Skull twisted so that it pushed into brothers cheek, paws rearing to wrap around his neck and shove him to the ground. Just cuze! Mild but playful growls ushered out as he did so.[c] (19:39:04) Drakov: Only then would Cin's ... bloated state of being be noted. Brows furrowed, and teeth detatched as he stared puzzled at the white girl. And her.. Assumidly still moody look. "Cin.. Vhy you so fat?" Had they been going out and hunting, eating without his knowledge? Certainly couldn't be just from rabbits.. Peculiar.[e]
(20:00:49) Cinnema glanced behind her on her way back home, noting Vad's presence behind her and then him rushing past quickly to meet up with his brother. Speaking of siblings.. First thing was first, knowing the others were there she looked quickly around to see if Hadlee was around, but her sister didn't seem to be present. An obvious frown made its way across her face as she realized this, holding back a whine. She had to assume Hadlee hadn't gotten lost or been killed or something while she had wandered, she would be back or there wouldn't have been any point to going through that horrible trial Vad forced upon her. Cin stepped around the cheerful brothers, taking irritable steps toward den entrance to drop her quarry at her feet, protectively standing over them as she turned to look at the males again. Nida had not yet been noticed in the shadows as she blended in. Cin's ears lowered a little bit when the brothers quit their messing around and focused on her stomach bulge. (c) (20:00:56) Cinnema. Oh geez wow she hadn't noticed she was fat! Thanks Drak. Quickly swallowing many a sarcastic remark, difficult for as many as she'd thought of. "This, dear, is what happens when you have sex. Children. Surprise." Gdi, okay, maybe she couldn't. As if to kind of apologize and hope to avoid getting snapped at, she'd duck her head to the side, watching wearily for reactions. Oh she wasn't happy either, it got in the way of her hunting, and that just wasn't cool! (e)
(20:31:51) Vadimir noticed the wound only when Drak shifted. Ears lowered and asnarl was forming, but it drifted away when he told him how it happened. Oh, okay... well the deer was going to get fucked up anyway, BUT. Had it been anything else Vad would have been out and running all over the countryside looking for the asshole. "Ahh... ve hunt togezer next time, da?" Two were better than one! And any excuse to spend time with brother dearest was a good one. Eyes would then deviate toward Cinn, who looked like she'd smelled a skunk. Goodness, what dander had gotten under her collar now? Before he could make mention of it, Drakov grabbed hold of him and Vadimir derp twisted, lower half immediately going into a sit while the rest of his body pushed awkwardly into his brother, struggling to nip and tug at his chest and shoulder. He'd soon be floored, though his only reaction to it would be to let out a deep bass chuckle, which soon turned into a full on laugh when Drakovski asked the question. [c] (20:35:44) Vadimir damn bro, blunt much? Yet at Cinn's partial snarky remark, Vadimir froze. Oh.... wait, what? Suddenly this wasn't at all funny. Children... it was without doubt that it would be theirs. Vad hadn't smelled any other male's on Cinn, and she'd know better than to get personal with anyone outside of the pack, lest she wanted to incurr the brother's collective wrath. So that left exactly zero plausibility..... they were going to be fathers?? Vadimir's face screwed up in disgust. "Vat did you do zat for?" Because derp, far as he was concerned. HAVING PUPS WAS TOTES OPTIONAL. Struggling back up into a sit, if allowed, Vadi would gaze at her, before glancing to his brother. What to do? (f)
(20:40:27) Nida curls the whole of her head looking toward the marshmellow brothers exchanging interactions involving affections, Cin garnering undue attention unto herself, and Nida .. lounging. Yep, more .. sloven but viligant behavior on her part. Forepaws evenly spaced, and the darkly furred woman's chin settling between them, she elicits a long draw of breath through her nose. Nida understood the gravity of the situation, and the potential danger that was to become, and yes, she conserved herself to the space in which she'd claimed. A titter rumbles from deep-set chest at Vad's response, enthused enough to drag her legs from underneath and come to a stand with courtesy of gathering feet, pulling her out of her means of temporary refuge. One ear stood crooked, " that's what happens when you mate, puppies galore."
(20:51:02) Drakov: You bet your ass the momment Cin spoke up in response any and all play or affections were out the damn window! Or.. rather.. tossed off the side of the fucking cliff! Eyes widened, rumped settling slowly on the ground below. He was oh so very quiet for a minute. Taking the womans words, then brothers, then... Nida's as she poked her way out of hiding. Course by now he wasn't entirely concerned with anyone but the woman carrying his maybe-babies. Tail flicked a time or two, before finally a growl ushered forth. Mostly a way release of tension and uneasyness over anything else. Only amped by Vad's seeking gaze, to which he frankly he was not sure. Finally, shoulders and a snort was given before he turned in place to flop down once more. "Da, Brat. We shall hunt togezzer." All nonchalant, even though he most definately wasn't.[c] (20:56:13) Drakov: "As for..--.. Them.. We shall see.." They'd either have an easy meal one night! Or... The little bastards would be treated no different than the adults. Expected to pull there weight, and displined as violentally as everyone else. Which.. As much as he couldn't give a single fuck, he lacked the understanding that newborn pups would be capable of such a thing. "When do they come?" ... Did she like throw them up, or what. Vomit + baby. Mm. Lovely meal. He liked the sound of that.[e]
(21:12:54) Cinnema. Oh, hm, nothing to kill the mood like a pregnancy announcement. Not that it was her fault! Horny bastards should learn to control themselves if they didn't want this kind of thing to happen. Not that..she'd quite expected she'd be pregnant either. Oh what a mess. Eyes widened in slight surprise at Vad's little comment, before gaze shifted over to Nida- also to her surprise- slinking from the shadows to join the 'party.' While tension rose Cin lowered herself onto her stomach carefully, her earlier caught rabbits trapped between dark paws. Let the silence roll over them, as she daintily ripped open the stomach of one of the carcasses and not so prettily slurp up all that fell out of the opening. Eyes shifted to Drakov for a moment as he inquired as to a due date. "Hell if I know," she half-mumbled, swinging bloodied face back toward her kill and proceeding to rip it apart and consume ever edible bit. It was a wonderful thing, the blessing of children among a bunch of wolves (c) (21:13:41) Cinnema- who knew the bare minimum of reproduction and didn't necessarily want the product to happen anyway. Ohwell. (e)
(21:28:35) Vadimir was still hella bemused how sex had lead to babies. He knew it was a thing, sure. But back in the city he had mated with plenty of dogs, and to his knowledge none of them had produced young. Mind you, not all of them were female, and perhaps only two had been in estrus. Perhaps he'd just gotten lucky? Possible, but it still didn't make a lick of sense how the HELL they'd struck gold the first dang time. Was it because they'd both had a turn? Was that it? Duly noted. Sloppy seconds results in babies. Fuck that shit. It was oddly comforting to see that Cinn seemed about as displeased about it as they did. But her nonchalant air about it only made him more puzzled on what they were going to do. True, babies made for delightful eating. The fresher the better. But Cinn would.... probably pitch a fit if they did that. Would that stop them? Nope, but that didn't mean he'd want to hear her bitch. Lifting himself into a stand he strolled over to her, first inspecting her meal before [c] (21:31:45) Vadimir looking to her swollen belly. Bending down he'd poke at her stomach, eyes slanting in critical scrutiny. Just what gave these little bastards the right to live? What was to stop him from taking them out right here and now? Save them all the trouble. Of course.... how to go about doing that without killing Cinn was a mystery to him, so instead he just settled with poking her tum with his cold nose. That is, until a fetus decided to punch the ever-loving shit out of his nose in response, causing him to back up sharply with a low snarl of surprise. DAFUQ WAS THAT YOU LITTLE SHIT?! (f)
(21:38:24) Nida's lips curl with haughty flavor, smug in all of its wants. It smelled like karma kicking in; and they deserved all of which they earned. Although Drakov growled and evinced his displeasure along with his twin brother, she was naught in the least taken aback. He would be. Doesn't seem like the doting fatherly figure variety anyway. Can't help but feel sorry how to explain to the kids that the brothers were both their fathers, utter sadists. A hindleg hitches up to relieve a scratch on the curve of the sable woman's neck, arced to assist the process to be executed efficently and swiftly. And next thing Nida knows, watching Vadim's response, is flopping onto her side, stomach profusely dancing in a wave due to the cacophonous laughter errupting from parted muzzle. Harharhar.
(21:48:36) Drakov: Paws crossed, gaze lingering over brother before shifting from one girl to the other. He was just as curious to investigate the odd happenings that was Cin's body but.. Apart of him felt like if he ignored it it'd go away. Har. Not happening Drak, but nice try. Lip curled, single canine revealing it'self but he made no sound this time. Instead he simply looked from the corner of his eyes, watching Vad poke and prod at her belly. Well.. Of course.. That is until Nida bursted into laughter. Like dragging nails across a chalkboard, he winced. Thoroughly unpleased. Bahaha. Definately coming back to bite you in the ass, but!! That just meant hostile outlashings at innocent bistandards. SIGH. Exibit A. Nida. Her hyena cackling forced the male to roll to hind paws, and thrust at the world with jaws wide. Teeth would clack out at the womans face as he came in like a steam roller. Aiming to harshly land snap after snap across her face, and shove her to the ground with his shere presence.[c] (21:54:56) Drakov: And if she did? He'd hover over her, tongue flicking out between teeth as growl sounded off. Oh yes. They had never given Nida's her.... 'initiation' of sorts. Everyone else had, but what to do with her? Probubly not the best time to go thinking into that BUT! It preoccupied the idea of children on the way, didn't it? Only delima was, deciding just what to do. Take an ear, a tail? No no. That wasn't suitable enough. Maybe an eye? Hmm. He quit liked the sound of that. But then again, he didn't want her incapable. What good would that do? She was enough of a hassle as is! Nose practically touched her, firey gaze staring down given she'd fallen to begin with. Regardless, if he was given the opportunity, teeth would clasp around the side of her muzzle to jerk left and right, and allow teeth to shred the flabby flesh of her lip. Ripping away a sizeable chunk that left a gash that exposed her teeth and stretched across the top of her muzzle. Everyone else had pretty much been talked [c] (21:55:28) Drakov: or questioned prior to there assault... BUT.. Ya know. He wasn't feeling very modest at the momment. Hohum.[e]
(22:14:14) Cinnema kept right on eating her rabbit before all but freezing with three quarters of it gone as Vadim made his merry way on over to her spot. Swallowing a growl over food and space, she settled for curling her lip as he came about to poke at her bloated stomach. Okay now that's just rude, poking at a pregnant woman's belly! But he got his due, little feisty fetus who pounded the crap out of his nose. Cin let out her own quick snort of laughter as he growled, green eyes fluttering up at him innocently. Which, well, she was! Of all but being amused, that is. "You'd ought to be gentle for once, Vad," she'd say softly, though wondering herself if such a thing was even possible! Were her words more to be wasted upon him? Ah well. Head snapped around to the noise of snapping jaws aimed toward Nida's laughter, Cin's ears pressing back a little. She didn't know exactly what the cause of the sudden violence was, whether stress or some other reason, but she didn't feel inclined to watch what was (c) (22:14:30) Cinnema- going on. With a moment's effort, pale woman would push herself up from her spot and casually grab her untouched rabbit, leaving what was left of the other where it was, and move off to the shadow of the den's entrance where she could tuck her kill behind her and sleep, if allowed. And if Vadimir wanted to come rage a poking war with her unborns she'd be inclined to use food as ammunition to lure him away from doing so and to leave her alone. (e)
(22:34:29) Vadimir glared black death at Cinn's stomach. Oh, if it weren' for the fact that certain death awaited the woman. Vadimir would have tore her uterus asunder and killed every last one of those little shitheads. His blistering anger toward this newest development rendered both Cinn's and Nida's laughter at his expense near inaudible, at least until Nida was attacked and Cinn told him to be more gentle. Lip curling with derision as he scoffed. "I zought I told you zat I don't give vot hazn't been earned. All zese vittle bundlez of joy," Last word would be spat out like a curse, "Have done iz make more trouble zen zey are currently vorth." And balls to any idea that they were going to get out scott free. He couldn't REALLY blame Cinn, since apparently women couldn't control whether puppies happened or not. But that didn't stop him from holding a grudge at the unborn children. Life with all these weirdos was difficult enough without helpless mewling sacks of flesh trundling about. Least of [c] (22:41:11) Vadimir all his own. Kicking dirt into the air he'd watch as Cinn relocated to the den mouth with her meal. Since the second rabbit had been abandoned, he'd snatch it up like WHOOPSIES and pad over to where Drakov stood. Dropping the lapine he'd lick and cleanse the blood, savoring the flavor as much for it's base tastiness, as well that it was well mixed with Drak's saliva. Extra tastiness. He'd watch Nida shuffle off, only now looking grim at her earlier carelessness. Would these creatures ever learn? Cinn seemed to be getting the idea... Nida looked about as insolent as always. Was there a cure? Perhaps, who knew. But right now he had more pressing matters to contend with. Like what in the holy blue hell was there to do about babies. Once Drak was clean he'd hunker down and return attentions to the food. "Vell," He said after a time, "Zis iz new..." (f)