Post by Flayer on Oct 8, 2015 10:45:29 GMT
Dermo:. Privates STILL tingled the following day, sense of satisfaction remaining on the rise. Nothing could bring the pale bastard's mood down!! Or, so it seemed! The occasional skip was invited into the lad's step, jowls held wide as tongue happily slid 'cross the fronts of blood-stained teeth, crimson-tipped tail swaying in high held posture. God. Had he had ever been this happy? Especially lately? Seemed last night's encounter had successfully been able to push aside the thoughts of recently lost fathers, the world seen in a new direction, towards the coming of a new start. Soon, Dermo and Yusef would carry on their fathers' legacy with their own progeny; and those pups, like their fathers before them, would undergo a difficult life filled with brutal training. New warriors for Vechnny. A blessing to the pack, to both its structure and strength. T'was time to return now though, spotted limbs quick to pick a homeward path. But first, full body was bathed in the river's generous flow, for quite a while actually! Allowing shoulder's newest scar to soak and for Torvald's tantalizing scent to leave him. And thereafter? Dermo would cross to the opposite bank and carry himself even further down stream. Crossing once more. The only thing stopping him from completeing his journey was a full bladder, in which was carelessly emptied on the next stump found. Just a few strides away from having Vechnny's den enter his sights. Tinkle tinkle tinkle. Geeze was he full! And .. his urine smelly.
Flayer's nose trailed around the base of a young spruce sapling. Scout wrinkled as teeth unlatched, tongue twitching as he inhaled the scent of family. He was close. Head rose and a forlorn howl was drawn from the very depths of his well-oiled lungs. I'm almost home. Ears twisted atop the lad's gaunt face, burning eyes nervously scanning. The human collar still hung around his neck, but loosely. He'd lost alot of weight. His ribs were obvious and his hips protruding sharply. He'd been surviving off both found and stolen carrion and the odd lucky meal. Vechnyy had moved, and he was trailing a long way behind... several weeks behind, that is. Now he'd found them, he was sure. The almost emaciated male moved on, though it only took a few steps before the scent of fur bathed with those familiar smells was caught upon the wind. Someone was close. Ramsay moved closer, stealthily, lightweight. As soon as the other came within view, head and ears rose, eyes focused. "Hello." Came his voice, raspy and unused. "It's Flayer... have I come home?"
Stepan yawned as he continued to try to fix himself so that he was in a comfortable position, as he'd done for most of the night. Sure, he'd gotten a couple of hours in, but still not a full nights sleep. Grunts escaped the lad as he moved this way and that, and it was only when he noticed the sun was already risen. A disappointed huff escaped him as he rose to his feet in order to get a drink of water from the river. Perhaps if he was lucky catch a few fish, but before he could do that a smell caught his attention. Brows would have wrinkled as Stepan turned his attention towards Dermo's direction. Someone was marking territory (or just pissing), and the boy surely hoped that it was a member of his pack. Not the stranger he also caught wind of in the distance. Bravely, the sleepy son pushed forward in an attempt to defend Vechnyy's territory only to find someone he'd never met before. Two someones. One he was sure was a member of Vechnyy, and the other a complete stranger. Head tilted slightly as he tried to make head or tails of the situation, but eventually gave up. "Uh, hey, what's goin' on?"
Dermo:. Urine continued to flow with a bold stream until bladder neared emptiness, said stream dying until it broke, with some last dropplets straying towards the ground and perhaps the bastard's own toes. Yuck! Pungent fume spread like wildfire through the crisp morning air, striking any sensative noses that were nearby. Before the pale Prince could resume his skip-influenced stride though, attention was immeidately taken towards a distant howl's direction, carried by a voice unfamiliar. Immediately Dermo's lips began to curl, facial contorting to express ill emotion towards this stranger's sudden appearence; however(!), he did not ignore the visitors request to enter their territory. No. Own two-toned snout lifted skyward to 'lease a similar noise, ferocious expression returning the moment nose became level. Eyes surveying the unfamiliar as he came forward. Ramsay? Name seemed oddly recognizable, but not enough to where memory was instantly jogged. Besides, Dermo had never really interacted with Zod's first litter anyways. And their birth had been near the time of his unfortunate disapearence. Lips drew apart with a toothy snarl before words fled 'tween them. "Maybe.. Zo zis depends on whom your looking for.." he answered, growing extremely of both Ramsay's collar and his current state of health. Had the dude been napped by the humans? Such as he? And his father before him? Hmmmmm. Gaze was torn from the visitor in purpose to cast Stepan a quick glance. This was a familiar face! Though.. the pair had yet to interact. Luckily Dermo still held himself in good spirit from the night before, and thus, was NICE today. "I zink zis.. Ramsay.. iz lost," he responded, looking back towards the visitor then. Well? SPIT IT OUT DUDE!
Flayer's eyes remained a healthy bright hue, despite his current state of health. His mind was also... healthy... that is, as far as he was concerned. Pupils emained trained upon the pale lad's general position. Expression remained expressionless, however though those perked ears were enough to display Ramsay's interest. Tail hung low, respectable. Even at the others' snarls, Ramsay reacted only with a lowering of his head. Expression and gaze remained stoic, however. Bold in the face of repentance. "Vechnyy." He responded, bluntly, a very slight russian twinge highlighting the name. "Also my father, Zodiak. He must give me fitting instructions, and or punishment, in order to regain my standing in the family." All this was admitted without a beat skipped. He was ready to start before Vechnyy migrated once again and he fell behind their movement. Gaze glanced over at the fellow youngster, such a brief glance and swift nod of his snout acknowledging their arrival. "You are both of the family? I know the smell of blood, sweat and hormone-fuelled piss from only a single drop." With that his expression finally found life in the form of a half-faced smirk.
Stepan looked over the stranger carefully noting scrawny body, and some thing hanging from his neck. Eyes lit up when he noticed that the thing was most certainly a human thing. Jaws parted at first before Dermo speaking up caught his attention, head turned towards the prince curiously. It seemed that this Ramsay was a lost soul! Grin spread on his face, and he kind of hoped that the man would be treated as an intruder, a good tussle would be a good way to start the morning. It was only when the stranger spoke up saying that he was from Vechnyy and Zodiak was his father did that grin disappear. This boy was the son of the king? Sneer appeared on his face and he shook his head, "You think this guy's telling the truth?" Stepan didn't know the royal family well himself, still being a kind of a newb and a rab trying to prove himself. The half faced smirk was met with the fidgeting of paws before the collar strung around Flayer's neck would interest him once more. Ignoring the current conversation, the young king chose to question Ramsay. "What is that thing? Where did you get that?" Head motioned towards the collar before he'd wait impatiently for the yearling's answer. Human things always interested him.
Dermo:. When the name 'Vechnny' crossed dude's tongue, the pale lord's ear tufts spun forward, tail performing a slight sway 'hind full quarters. Though tail's joy was not purposed for Ramsay's return, but rather.. what actions were to come next. Immediately, Dermo stalked forwards, his broad skull now level with gargantuan shoulders. Aiming to 'round the supposedly Zodiak son and approach from the side of him. "Ve keep close eye until ze Tsar returns," he replied to Stepan, voice low and.. perhaps hinting towards a sense of hostility. "But virst.." The moment second word fell from the bastard's blood-stained jaws, rear haunches propelled his massive frame forwards, jowls parting and targetting the sides of Ram's neck for a hefty blow. If he was able to throw the immaciated wolf to the ground, his collar would be more easily removed. Though if Ram remained standing, well, he'd be risking a sore neck! If not already. If successful either way, teeth would dig deep into the flesh on either side of the man made item before Derm's skull began to thrash. Side to side in vicious fashion. He'd had his experience with collars. As many human kind wished to enslave both he and his fathers. T'was not an item of fashion welcome here, for sure.
Flayer glanced towards and answered the fellow youngster rather bluntly. "I don't know." However those eyes, burning with the flames of fire, became locked upon the ironclad male as soon as he dropped his head. He watched as he began to encircle him, and braced himself for an impact. He was unsure of their intentions, especially as the other lacked an explanation beforehand. Anyway, the attack came, as expected. Though despite bracing himself, Ramsay underestimated the impact of a burly young adult wolf against him own skinny ass adolescent frame. He sucked in air after it was knocked right out from within his ribcage, then grunted as his shoulder hit the ground, followed shotly by the back end. Ramsay began attempting to roll himself upright so that he may regain his footing, though the assailant was already upon him. Now there was no noise from Ramsay, only a flash of teeth - until he realised that the other had got purchase of the object blighting his neck instead of actual neck. At that point he pulled back against the thrashing, not only to brace his neck for the impact of the thrashing motions but also to attempt to slip his head out of the thing encapturing his skull. However despite the weight loss he'd endured recently, his skull had only grown larger rather than losing girth. After a few moments of pulling, Ramsay's body convulsed as his windpipe choked in desperation for air. He needed a moment of respite, and if Dermo wasn't about to give it, Ramsay had no choice but to put all his strength into rolling over in order to try and push the other off him and snap warningly at the side of his face.
Stepan's face contorted once again into a sneer when he was told that Ramsay didn't know where he'd recieved his neck jewelry. Stepan couldn't help but believe that was bullshit, whether it truly was or not. A huff came from the boy as he raised his head regally and looked towards Dermo... right when he jumped at the fellow's collar. Jaw parted for a moment, before turning into a display of teeth of his own. Tail rose barely from hanging lowely as he looked at Flayer. Stepan chose not to enter the battle until he realized that the big guy was choking the skinny one out! Surely, that wasn't the desire affect? A growl passed from him as he jumped into the fray and tried to get hold of that collar too. Perhaps with both of them pulling at a side they could both rip it apart, and not choke him. Maybe if the collar broke, Stepan would be allowed to keep it. Tail wagged at the mere thought as he tried to pull back and help Dermo tear the collar in two. And also save the stranger from suffocation.
Dermo'e teeth were ground together in weighted slides as they maintained a hold on the foreign item, skull continuing to thrash to 'n fro and side to side. T'was when Ramsay began struggling and making attempts to push Dermo off that things actually got violent. Vicious grunts and growls alike poured from the depths of his muscular make as paws were felt pushing against him, teeth asserting more pressure than before to the point that gums stung. T'was the moment when his victim began snapping at the pale lord's face.. though, that jaws finally 'leased their hold. And with Stepan now assisting in holding the collar, the wolf hybid made a swift attempt to resettle his teeth on a new location. Neck snapped like a rubberband, backward and then slung back forwards, teeth looking to swing around and latch onto Ram's nearest ear. If not that, then the side of his muzzle or cheek, looking instead of where important muscles lie. There would be no let up. Either Ram let them remove the item peacefully or more pain would come!
Flayer's protest allowed him a moment to breath well, however it did not last long. The other came now to aid in the attack on this thing wrapped around his neck, and Ramsay gave up on his protesting and once again pulled and threashed himself in response to their efforts. However in the midst of the chaos he felt a sting and a heavy burning sensation following in the region of his left ear. Little beknownst to him he'd just had the biggest part of his left ear torn loose. Though with the adrenaline now running from this confrontation, it was responded to with nothing more than an innate thrash and head pulling away from the attacker. Though with his ear now 'cut down to size', one last violent, choking tug back against the collar and it pulled up and over the now very bloody ear. He yanked again in response to the pain, and felt the thing slip from over his skull. Ramsay now took the opportunity to scramble and prop himself upright, though remained laying, panting heavily and coughing as the force of the object constantly up against his windpipe during the extraction had been crushing.
Stepan wasn't trying to injure Ramsay, really. He was only trying to keep Dermo from killing him, because at the rate it seemed to be going the big man was gonna get that thing off the stranger's neck whether it left him dead or alive. There would be time for sparring with this newcomer later after all, and now was the time to keep an eye on him until he was given judgement. When Flayer yanked back, Stepan held on to his grip and suddenly felt the human thing begin to slide off. This left it still in his (and possibly Dermo's mouth), blue eyes looked between the men.. and he kind of hoped he could keep the collar for his collection of treasures. "Well, that happened." Stepan slurred between the object held in his mouth though it kind of came out as gibberish, and then looked over to Ramsay to see if he was gearing up to attack them for their "help". It seemed that he was not, and the king of the rab's relaxed for a moment.
Dermo rips the ear off and swallows it. Probably to throw it back up for Zod later. With the deed done, both ear and color taken from Ram, collar was left for Step's pleasure. Dermo would then pace away a few and sit, watching Ram with an close eye. Huff.
Flayer's nose trailed around the base of a young spruce sapling. Scout wrinkled as teeth unlatched, tongue twitching as he inhaled the scent of family. He was close. Head rose and a forlorn howl was drawn from the very depths of his well-oiled lungs. I'm almost home. Ears twisted atop the lad's gaunt face, burning eyes nervously scanning. The human collar still hung around his neck, but loosely. He'd lost alot of weight. His ribs were obvious and his hips protruding sharply. He'd been surviving off both found and stolen carrion and the odd lucky meal. Vechnyy had moved, and he was trailing a long way behind... several weeks behind, that is. Now he'd found them, he was sure. The almost emaciated male moved on, though it only took a few steps before the scent of fur bathed with those familiar smells was caught upon the wind. Someone was close. Ramsay moved closer, stealthily, lightweight. As soon as the other came within view, head and ears rose, eyes focused. "Hello." Came his voice, raspy and unused. "It's Flayer... have I come home?"
Stepan yawned as he continued to try to fix himself so that he was in a comfortable position, as he'd done for most of the night. Sure, he'd gotten a couple of hours in, but still not a full nights sleep. Grunts escaped the lad as he moved this way and that, and it was only when he noticed the sun was already risen. A disappointed huff escaped him as he rose to his feet in order to get a drink of water from the river. Perhaps if he was lucky catch a few fish, but before he could do that a smell caught his attention. Brows would have wrinkled as Stepan turned his attention towards Dermo's direction. Someone was marking territory (or just pissing), and the boy surely hoped that it was a member of his pack. Not the stranger he also caught wind of in the distance. Bravely, the sleepy son pushed forward in an attempt to defend Vechnyy's territory only to find someone he'd never met before. Two someones. One he was sure was a member of Vechnyy, and the other a complete stranger. Head tilted slightly as he tried to make head or tails of the situation, but eventually gave up. "Uh, hey, what's goin' on?"
Dermo:. Urine continued to flow with a bold stream until bladder neared emptiness, said stream dying until it broke, with some last dropplets straying towards the ground and perhaps the bastard's own toes. Yuck! Pungent fume spread like wildfire through the crisp morning air, striking any sensative noses that were nearby. Before the pale Prince could resume his skip-influenced stride though, attention was immeidately taken towards a distant howl's direction, carried by a voice unfamiliar. Immediately Dermo's lips began to curl, facial contorting to express ill emotion towards this stranger's sudden appearence; however(!), he did not ignore the visitors request to enter their territory. No. Own two-toned snout lifted skyward to 'lease a similar noise, ferocious expression returning the moment nose became level. Eyes surveying the unfamiliar as he came forward. Ramsay? Name seemed oddly recognizable, but not enough to where memory was instantly jogged. Besides, Dermo had never really interacted with Zod's first litter anyways. And their birth had been near the time of his unfortunate disapearence. Lips drew apart with a toothy snarl before words fled 'tween them. "Maybe.. Zo zis depends on whom your looking for.." he answered, growing extremely of both Ramsay's collar and his current state of health. Had the dude been napped by the humans? Such as he? And his father before him? Hmmmmm. Gaze was torn from the visitor in purpose to cast Stepan a quick glance. This was a familiar face! Though.. the pair had yet to interact. Luckily Dermo still held himself in good spirit from the night before, and thus, was NICE today. "I zink zis.. Ramsay.. iz lost," he responded, looking back towards the visitor then. Well? SPIT IT OUT DUDE!
Flayer's eyes remained a healthy bright hue, despite his current state of health. His mind was also... healthy... that is, as far as he was concerned. Pupils emained trained upon the pale lad's general position. Expression remained expressionless, however though those perked ears were enough to display Ramsay's interest. Tail hung low, respectable. Even at the others' snarls, Ramsay reacted only with a lowering of his head. Expression and gaze remained stoic, however. Bold in the face of repentance. "Vechnyy." He responded, bluntly, a very slight russian twinge highlighting the name. "Also my father, Zodiak. He must give me fitting instructions, and or punishment, in order to regain my standing in the family." All this was admitted without a beat skipped. He was ready to start before Vechnyy migrated once again and he fell behind their movement. Gaze glanced over at the fellow youngster, such a brief glance and swift nod of his snout acknowledging their arrival. "You are both of the family? I know the smell of blood, sweat and hormone-fuelled piss from only a single drop." With that his expression finally found life in the form of a half-faced smirk.
Stepan looked over the stranger carefully noting scrawny body, and some thing hanging from his neck. Eyes lit up when he noticed that the thing was most certainly a human thing. Jaws parted at first before Dermo speaking up caught his attention, head turned towards the prince curiously. It seemed that this Ramsay was a lost soul! Grin spread on his face, and he kind of hoped that the man would be treated as an intruder, a good tussle would be a good way to start the morning. It was only when the stranger spoke up saying that he was from Vechnyy and Zodiak was his father did that grin disappear. This boy was the son of the king? Sneer appeared on his face and he shook his head, "You think this guy's telling the truth?" Stepan didn't know the royal family well himself, still being a kind of a newb and a rab trying to prove himself. The half faced smirk was met with the fidgeting of paws before the collar strung around Flayer's neck would interest him once more. Ignoring the current conversation, the young king chose to question Ramsay. "What is that thing? Where did you get that?" Head motioned towards the collar before he'd wait impatiently for the yearling's answer. Human things always interested him.
Dermo:. When the name 'Vechnny' crossed dude's tongue, the pale lord's ear tufts spun forward, tail performing a slight sway 'hind full quarters. Though tail's joy was not purposed for Ramsay's return, but rather.. what actions were to come next. Immediately, Dermo stalked forwards, his broad skull now level with gargantuan shoulders. Aiming to 'round the supposedly Zodiak son and approach from the side of him. "Ve keep close eye until ze Tsar returns," he replied to Stepan, voice low and.. perhaps hinting towards a sense of hostility. "But virst.." The moment second word fell from the bastard's blood-stained jaws, rear haunches propelled his massive frame forwards, jowls parting and targetting the sides of Ram's neck for a hefty blow. If he was able to throw the immaciated wolf to the ground, his collar would be more easily removed. Though if Ram remained standing, well, he'd be risking a sore neck! If not already. If successful either way, teeth would dig deep into the flesh on either side of the man made item before Derm's skull began to thrash. Side to side in vicious fashion. He'd had his experience with collars. As many human kind wished to enslave both he and his fathers. T'was not an item of fashion welcome here, for sure.
Flayer glanced towards and answered the fellow youngster rather bluntly. "I don't know." However those eyes, burning with the flames of fire, became locked upon the ironclad male as soon as he dropped his head. He watched as he began to encircle him, and braced himself for an impact. He was unsure of their intentions, especially as the other lacked an explanation beforehand. Anyway, the attack came, as expected. Though despite bracing himself, Ramsay underestimated the impact of a burly young adult wolf against him own skinny ass adolescent frame. He sucked in air after it was knocked right out from within his ribcage, then grunted as his shoulder hit the ground, followed shotly by the back end. Ramsay began attempting to roll himself upright so that he may regain his footing, though the assailant was already upon him. Now there was no noise from Ramsay, only a flash of teeth - until he realised that the other had got purchase of the object blighting his neck instead of actual neck. At that point he pulled back against the thrashing, not only to brace his neck for the impact of the thrashing motions but also to attempt to slip his head out of the thing encapturing his skull. However despite the weight loss he'd endured recently, his skull had only grown larger rather than losing girth. After a few moments of pulling, Ramsay's body convulsed as his windpipe choked in desperation for air. He needed a moment of respite, and if Dermo wasn't about to give it, Ramsay had no choice but to put all his strength into rolling over in order to try and push the other off him and snap warningly at the side of his face.
Stepan's face contorted once again into a sneer when he was told that Ramsay didn't know where he'd recieved his neck jewelry. Stepan couldn't help but believe that was bullshit, whether it truly was or not. A huff came from the boy as he raised his head regally and looked towards Dermo... right when he jumped at the fellow's collar. Jaw parted for a moment, before turning into a display of teeth of his own. Tail rose barely from hanging lowely as he looked at Flayer. Stepan chose not to enter the battle until he realized that the big guy was choking the skinny one out! Surely, that wasn't the desire affect? A growl passed from him as he jumped into the fray and tried to get hold of that collar too. Perhaps with both of them pulling at a side they could both rip it apart, and not choke him. Maybe if the collar broke, Stepan would be allowed to keep it. Tail wagged at the mere thought as he tried to pull back and help Dermo tear the collar in two. And also save the stranger from suffocation.
Dermo'e teeth were ground together in weighted slides as they maintained a hold on the foreign item, skull continuing to thrash to 'n fro and side to side. T'was when Ramsay began struggling and making attempts to push Dermo off that things actually got violent. Vicious grunts and growls alike poured from the depths of his muscular make as paws were felt pushing against him, teeth asserting more pressure than before to the point that gums stung. T'was the moment when his victim began snapping at the pale lord's face.. though, that jaws finally 'leased their hold. And with Stepan now assisting in holding the collar, the wolf hybid made a swift attempt to resettle his teeth on a new location. Neck snapped like a rubberband, backward and then slung back forwards, teeth looking to swing around and latch onto Ram's nearest ear. If not that, then the side of his muzzle or cheek, looking instead of where important muscles lie. There would be no let up. Either Ram let them remove the item peacefully or more pain would come!
Flayer's protest allowed him a moment to breath well, however it did not last long. The other came now to aid in the attack on this thing wrapped around his neck, and Ramsay gave up on his protesting and once again pulled and threashed himself in response to their efforts. However in the midst of the chaos he felt a sting and a heavy burning sensation following in the region of his left ear. Little beknownst to him he'd just had the biggest part of his left ear torn loose. Though with the adrenaline now running from this confrontation, it was responded to with nothing more than an innate thrash and head pulling away from the attacker. Though with his ear now 'cut down to size', one last violent, choking tug back against the collar and it pulled up and over the now very bloody ear. He yanked again in response to the pain, and felt the thing slip from over his skull. Ramsay now took the opportunity to scramble and prop himself upright, though remained laying, panting heavily and coughing as the force of the object constantly up against his windpipe during the extraction had been crushing.
Stepan wasn't trying to injure Ramsay, really. He was only trying to keep Dermo from killing him, because at the rate it seemed to be going the big man was gonna get that thing off the stranger's neck whether it left him dead or alive. There would be time for sparring with this newcomer later after all, and now was the time to keep an eye on him until he was given judgement. When Flayer yanked back, Stepan held on to his grip and suddenly felt the human thing begin to slide off. This left it still in his (and possibly Dermo's mouth), blue eyes looked between the men.. and he kind of hoped he could keep the collar for his collection of treasures. "Well, that happened." Stepan slurred between the object held in his mouth though it kind of came out as gibberish, and then looked over to Ramsay to see if he was gearing up to attack them for their "help". It seemed that he was not, and the king of the rab's relaxed for a moment.
Dermo rips the ear off and swallows it. Probably to throw it back up for Zod later. With the deed done, both ear and color taken from Ram, collar was left for Step's pleasure. Dermo would then pace away a few and sit, watching Ram with an close eye. Huff.