Drakov: Not that it was something unusual, but.. The pale asshole had been a tad distant from the den as of late. Overly contradicting as it were, atleast.. In his own head anyways. He'd been dieing to see the little fucks. To fill in some questionable gaps his lack of experience provided, and to get it over with! Far better than letting it eat away at his subconcious like he was. Yet.. He still hadn't gone! As if not seeing the fuckers would make them less existant. Oh Drak.. You'd need to get over that, and get over it soon!! It wouldn't be long before the rollie pollies were poking there curious heads out the den to explore. Grumble grumble.. Hesitant as he were, the fluffy monstrocity finally strolled back into the courtyard. Remains of a deer dragging carelessly along with him. Mangled, beaten, abused. Clearly not something he'd caught himself. It'd be torn up from birds and coyotes alike, no doubt. But hell, that didn't stop him from chowing down now did it. Naw, if he could consume the rotting corpse of a human why the hell not this? In comparison it was a prized catch. If only it were truely for the sake of food, instead of simply being a reason to occupy himself. Ah yes indeedy. He took advantage of it's limp frame, chased off a few competitors and let the task of carrying such a large haul home be his saving grace! Brows were furrowed, focusing oh so intently on the act of moving the bloodied mess closer to the den site rather than pondering over what he could look forward to apon return. A few hefty jerks were given here and there, to coax it along the rough and ruggid terrain, but once he'd made it close enough the chore was dropped and white fluff shook himself out! Now.. Where was Vad..
Vadimir had gone back to the elk he'd brought down the previous day, eating his fill from it before he grabbed hold of it's neck and finally managed to work it toward home. An excellent form of exercise, plus it gave the added benefit of making it so those lazy fucks didn't have to travel too far. LOOK HOW CONSIDERATE HE WAS. Dayum. The trek was long and arduous, but hell if he cared. Gave him a chance to re-open his wounds from before. It felt good to bleed, good to coat his fur and skin alike, be it his own or someone elses essence. It helped life, helped him to forget his frustrations, his grudging anger that rose and fell at differing intervals. It was becoming harder to control, harder to predict. Trying to keep himself 'civil' to keep his mind elsewhere and not on the fervent hope that any and all living things that caused the origin of his ire to blister and rot in a cave of bereft of sunlight. When home was within range he dropped the elk corpse, his eyes blazing when he saw none other than his older brosky. Not one single pause given to his step Vadimir was charing straight for his bro. Seconds before impact, given that his brother realized his full-throttle stampede a second too late. Vadimir would shift to position shoulder as a battering ram to his brother's side, chest, or whatever he was able to strike first. If successful Charge would not hault, not if he managed to collide with Drak how he'd wanted, anyway.
Bable had survived untainted, as of yet. This could be blamed slightly on the protection of the den's earthy musk and mother's warmth. Each day the bleak light became more and more appealing to her curious puppy mind, and it wasn't until she finally awoke to find her mother and siblings snoring away that she finally found her escape. Clumsy feet brought her towards the light as the fought against the slope of the den. With a final push, she found herself in the false safety of the courtyard. Blue puppy-eyes ignored the mannish figures for the time being, instead she found herself following her nose to take notice of the succulent treats they had brought in turn. Before she dared approach and investigate the invigorating smell that the corpses brought with them, her attentions were snagged by the charge of one male towards the other. Little Bable watched with interest, before turning to the stone beside her. Letting out a squeaky puppy growl and gnashing her milk teeth, she quickly made charge at her new 'opponent', only to take on the stone head first and find herself knocked on her ass. Smart one.
Katka: Sleep was a pleasant thing for one so young, with dreams bright, indistinct, and wholly clean of anything that could serve to disturb. In fact, sleeping was one of the things that Katka loved doing best, beat only by exploring the limited environment around her. But she could only sleep so much, and a stirring next to her was plenty to draw the pup into awareness. With a watery-eyed yawn, she watched as closely as she could (her eyes were still a little bit blurry, all in good time) as her sister made a break for...the outside? Katka's interest was immediately peaked. With an ineffectual stretching of developing muscles, she began to wobble along behind, eyes squinting shut as exceptional light hit her for the first time. When her vision cleared, she found her sister trying to bully a rock into submission. But what truly caught her attention where the two huge canines going at it a little ways away. Whatever they were doing, it was entrancing! She couldn't help but gawk, plopping ber butt down as she gaped at the scene. Her half-perked ears were as straight as they could be, her sister entirelly forgotten for the moment as she regarded this new happening with a mix of curiosity and wariness.
Zodiak trailed along the outskirts of the den site, a new-found pep in his step. Tail was uplifted and nose was to the dirt as he pushed his way through the bushes, stopping now and then to hike a leg. Something had come over him as he stopped, lifting his head to test the air. hmmm. Something was different. The boy shrugged and pressed on, circling around the perimeter of the den--pissing on everything. It seemed his little episode with drak had given him a boost of confidence; nothing like a little male bonding to turn boy into man. Paws came to a hault once again as he noticed drak heading home. The mouth-watering scent of carrion drifted through the breeze and his stomach lurched. He'd been so 'busy' he'd forgoten how hungry he was. Zodi pushed his way through the brush heading back to the den. By the time he made it to the clearing, drak had situated himself and a charging vad was seen rushing by. The smells of the variety of foods was intoxicating. Derp ear shifted back and he boldly trotted towards the boys, where most would creep or even just walk. Nope zodi's stomach gave no shits today (a mistake he would most likely regret). He slowed his approach and gaze would shift to drak. Mofo knew he was hungry so he hoped he wouldnt get too much for his hasty approach. He'd move to the end farthest from him, stopping as he noticed there were small balls of fluf out and about. Oh boy and zod seemed to be closer to them than he'd like. He groaned quietly and lowered his head, warrily attempting to pick at the fleshy remains of the deer.
Drakov: Nubbed ears twitched, tongue flicking across the funk that now riddled his features. He was half-expecting Cin to be the first in sight, what with her ... apparently being stuck to the den for who knows how long!? Why did pups require so much. He'd managed just fine on his own! Well.. His own + brother of course. Speaking of, the man he was even looking for was quick to comply! Eyes widened a tad, realization sinking in at the rush of white. Had he not already been looking for the bastard! Or of course.. Been oh to used to such random assaults of attention, he'd have probubly fall prey to the onslaught. But no, at least, not initially. As battering ram came'a'charging, Drak's form shifted in place to spin with the motion, shoulder brushing shoulder. Legs hunched, and maw parting to snap out and latch onto brothers scruff or shoulde as he proceeded to rush past. Or.. tried to! Seeing as, if of course, Drak managed to nab ahold, brothers front would be given a solid yank the opposite direction of his movement. Quiet to start, though that was mostl due to his instinctive reaction. But now that shit was going down and he knew whome with, a blood curtling growl echoed out. Far more hostile and deadly than it actually was. Afterall, the only time he'd ever injure his brother was for his own benefit. To kill him. Niether children or Zod would be noticed initially, but the momment the blur of fur and motion ceased long enough to take note, playful antics would come to a grinding hault.
Vadimir watched as Drakov prepaired for his brotherly love. HEHEHE SWEET. Paws would skid, but not to a complete stop. Rather he would allow his forward momentum to cause him to drift, legs bending at the joint so that when brothers jaws came for him, he'd jerk head and neck in unison to have the crown of his head collide with Drakov's open maw. Should he succeed half lowered body would lurch forward in a pounce, hoping to capitalize on the knockback of his initial attack and strike during recoil. Should he succeed Vad would aim to wrap forelimbs around sibling and begin to wrestle and tussle, not really aiming to push him to th ground. After all, this had nothing to do with actual battle!! This was all about saying 'hi I missed you where you been omgerd'. Jaws would search for any bit of fur and flesh he could grab hold of, and when/if he did, you could bet your sweet momma he was going to shake and snarl and sound like an ogre during mating season. That is to say, absolutely horrific. puppies, Zodi, hell everyone was ignored right now. Heck, only bad things would coem from Vadimir noticing the pups. Luckily for them he wasn't hungry right then, but pups served many wondrous forms of entertainment besides good eats. As he'd told Cinn, they would be marvelous playthings, in whatever form he deemed necessary in his admittedly roundabout mood swings. Still, if he had seen them... he might have thought them cute. CUTE ENOUGH TO GOBBLE.
Bable-- Once her spinning head was settled, Bable raised herself back onto two feet and stumbled over to take a place next to her sister. Girl would be noted for now with a side shift of the eyes, before her attentions turned to the fight at hand. She couldn't tell who was winning, or why they were 'fighting' in the first place, but she took note that one of the massive beasts had no ears! Did that happen when she wasn't looking? Did the other guy take his ears? That must mean he was winning right? "ERRS!" Derpy squeal echoed out of her throat as she cheered him on, then continued to try and echo their war noises. All the while, she was bouncing up and down like the special-ed cheerleader no one was going to take to prom. Eventually, her endless bouncing just caused her to lose balance and again she was on the ground. Huffing and puffing, the clumsy pupplet rose back to her feet. Gaze was turned as another man swooped in and started... eating the dead things? Is that was what they were for? Hell, as far as Bable's knowledge went everyone had a nipple somewhere to gnaw on. Either way, she didn't like the fact that he was munchings on Err's kill, but was a bit thrown off by the man's size to launch an attack. Oh no, she would wait til' she was big and strong to do that... Until then, her attentions would turn to her unsuspecting sister. "ERRS!" She squealed suddenly, throwing herslef sideways to attempt to barrel into her sister.
Katka: Okay, so Katka wasn't quite as excited about this whole display as her sister was. Maybe she just wasn't as excitable as the other girl, but more likely, it was the fact that all those angry noises spelled trouble, maybe even pain. Ever since she'd accidentally stubbed her paw a few days ago, she'd discovered that pain was something that could happen sometimes if you weren't careful. Furthermore, she wasn't nearly old enough to realize that such things were unavoidable, and needed to be faced with bravery instead of avoidance. For now, all she knew was that it wasn't fun. Her floppy ears twisted back at her sister's too-loud cheering, and she offered only an unumused murr in response. Then came her sister's sudden attack, if her playful lunge could be called such a thing. With a surprised squeal she toppled sideways, Bable landing on top of her. Surprise swiftly melded into something more playful, and she wiggled underneath her sister's minimal mass, throwing her muzzle around in hopes of knocking her off. Katka responded to Bable's copied grows with her own attempt, the result sqeaky and unthreatening as she grappled, hoping to catch her with a carelessly kicked leg or even a soft nip if she got the chance. Hey, maybe this fighting thing wasn't so bad. She was actually having fun!
Zodiak was lost in what seemed like his own personal feast. Having been ignored by the others he dug more fevorishly into the flesh; bracing the carcass with his paws and tearing large strips of meat from bone. Stomach bulged slightly and a few steps back were taken, tongue licking the remains from his lips. Eyes shifted to drak and vad who seemed to be in some sort of fight? Strange. Ear flicked and he tilted his head down to the miniture broadcast not far from where he stood. Like father like daughter? He held back a chuckle and padded a small distance from them to plop down in the sand. He felt good, hell he felt great. For once in the past month his belly was full. Zodi rolled himself over onto his back and writhed in the dirt, legs kicking up at the clouds as he twisted and turned like a fish out of water. A groan of pleasure was let out as he chuffed and chortled in a miniature dust cloud. With a heavy sigh he'd grow still, flopping over to one side again. nose tilted from his relaxed position so that he could still watch the e: vents of the brothers and their children before a sudden sneeze would send a cloud of dust toward the whelps. Woops.
Drakov: Brothers grinding hault, or.. glide rather, caused a shift in posture. Rather than snap at something expecting to be gliding right on past, head veered back wide mawed and teeth bared. Narily avoiding the swing of brothers head as hind paws shifted him back. Course it didn't much matter, even if he'd managed to do so for brother dearest proceeded forward with reared up paws for an embrace! Drak mimiced his actions, still wide open jaws clasping around whatever he could get for the simple sake of mouthing. Noming across his face even when shaken like a rag doll. Paws hooked around Vad's form, drool slinging about in a gross fucking display of violent affection. Ew guiz. Stahp. Just stahp. Willing or forced, after a bit of mess was left on Vad's features, Drak would flop back to roll, and usher forth a serious of spastic kicks. None of which in attempt to escape or even fight back, just wild lashings for the fucks sake of it. Chest began to heave, tongue lulling out.. Or, atleast when he wasn't snapping into the loose flesh of the white beast. Ohhh how he loved a good play fight with his brother. They'd have to have a real spar soon. When was the last time they'd enjoyed such a pleasantry? Back in Legion days, no doubt! With a good shake drooly head, hind paws would finally shift into the fat lards gullet in effort to coax him off. A wordless AIGHT AIGHT WE GOOD! "Brat! You zeem well today, da?" That or.. His presence just shifted his mood so! Gaze finally shifted to take note of Zod's spastic little antics, and.. the fact that he had eaten. Well. Sneaky little shit as he were, atleast he'd eaten. Otherwise ol'Drak would have to put down the stubborn emaciated little shit, no?! Given Vad had moved, fluffy oaf would shuffled to his feet and sift sights to the youngins. Rump thumping to the earth, as single invisible brow quirk to offer a look to blood. "Six.." Six. And this was only 2 of them.. Oi.
Vadimir gave as good as he got, chewing and gnawing non too gently on his brother's various forms of upper anatomy. When body was pulled to the ground Vad went willingly. This was all fun and games, why protest? When he was able to relax, able to just enjoy the company of the only one who gave him some semblance of peace of mind. What need was there to be a little bitch, stuck on negative thoughts just for the sake of being a grouch? No, that just wasn't his style. Vad might have been a raging hard-on of asshole-ish-ness. But he wasn't ungrateful. Forepaws would wrangle themselves free to stomp a mudhole in Drak's respective tush, only before he was forced partially to his side by the rambunctious kicks, which of course left him vulnerable to Drak's FINAL FORM. Taking the hint he removed himself from brother's personal bubble, giving a lick to his cheek as a final sentiment, and of course a not so subtle way of conveying, 'I wiiiin'. Cause it wasn't to the pin. It was to the kiss, durr. Vadimir blinked at Drak's observation. Good mood? Hmm... "I zuppoze." He demurred, glancing to the side as he took notice of the crowd which had been there since... well since apparently forever. Vadimir's face would contort to a slight scowl, but he'd keep himself from making a go to the little leeches on legs. Rather it was more prudent to get this.... puppy thing, under complete and total clarity. "Ve... are keepink zem?" He tried to keep his face neutral. He tried so damn hard. But it was trying. Fur bristled every time attention wandered to the dueling children. The fact that it was possible that some could be of his own loins only made it worse, somehow. How? He wasn't sure. Just.... there shouldn't be any more him. There should, could, only be one. "Cinn told me." He'd add, in case Drakov was confused as to how he came upon this understanding. He couldn't take the news favorably, but he'd at least try to hear him out. A courtesy extended to no one but brother.
Bable-- Rumbled and tumbled with her sister at full force, both taking and giving weak-forced blows. She did what she could to avoid her sister's swipes and nips, but all in her clumsy nature, had trouble avoiding them. It wasn't until ERRS began to speak that the girl's concentration was broken and she turned to watch with wide eyes. They made... such funny noises. Why, it was the oddest thing the girl had ever heard in her 3 weeks of life! He was definitely the most interesting thing she every saw, and she looked at her newfound idol like he held the stars in his paws. It was during this moment of awe that she found herself knocked off by her sister. She was snapped back into reality quickly as the dead-eater writed and wriggled off to the side. Was he sick? Dying? She was sent sprawling away from him as he blew a puff of air in her direction. After all, she didn't want to get sick! (Even though she was just as spazzy as he was. Snapping back to reality, her attentions turned back towards her sister as Bable launched herself into a ready crouch, preparing for the pounce. "zupzupzupzupzup." The jumbled mess leaked out of her jaws as she attempted to mimick her beloved ERRS's accent, wriggling her little patootie in the air as she readied herself for the next attack.
Yusef toddled out of the shadows, soft blue eyes narrowed lightly. He was a tiny ball of monochromatic fluff, and he wore that fluff proudly. He watched as the other youths tumbled about, rolling stupidlty, before he rolled those blearly little eyes of his. His tiny little tail fluffed over his back and he stiffened his chubby little legs as he shuffled forward, trying to be the big man on campus. "Ufff. Uff uff. uf." he huffed, trying to growl. Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly the most ferocious thing..but he tried. He bared those tiny little milk teeth, before launching himself into the fray! ....Or..so he thought. Really he simply bounced forward a few inches and landed unceremoniously on his stomach, gnashing his useless little things at the air--or whoever was unfortunate enough to be close. "Grraaararrarr!" he cried. HE WAS FEROCIOUS.
Katka: Their battle was the most epic thing that had ever happened to Katka, and it was suitably blood-pumping as a result. She felt a unique glow of satisfaction whenever a kick or nip landed, and hardly even minded when Bable responded in kind. It wasn't like it hurt or anything, after all. Her cheerful affectation of a growl only heightened as her sister's attention wavered for a moment, giving her the upper hand. With a final push, Bable was heaved off to the side, and Katka was able to scramble to her paws with the clumsiness of youth. She reared up in preparation to continue the brawl, but paused and followed Bable's gaze when she saw that her sister's mind was elsewhere. Namely, it was on someone she hadn't even noticed until just now. Who was that? He sure seemed happy. Then the stranger sneezed, right at them! Her dork of a sister ran, while Katka simply froze and blinked her surprise. What was that about? But she didn't have long to pause, because the game was back on as Bable dropped into a crouch. Katka yipped excitedly and did the same, even copying her weird vocalizations. It didn't matter what it meant, it simply sounded cool. She was so intensely concentrated on that single moment that she barely even registered her brother's arrival, only flicking her gaze to him for a moment before looking back. She folded her ears back, and bunched up her meager muscles in preparation to jump. With as much force as she could muster, she shot forward, scampering as fast as her paws could carry her as she tried to end up half on-top of Bable, hopefully pushing her to the ground. Haha!
Dermo:. Since birth, the tyke's teeny attention spand had been limited to things only within the den's dark confines. Said things being Mother, siblings, and the all-too-familiar darkness. It wasn't until just a few days prior that vision had been gained, and with this new blessing.. a growing sense of curiousity became easily apparent. Although shapes and the occassional blury figure was all to be perceived, gaze developed and improved with each passing hour it seemed, and as it did so, attention was drawn toward new directions. Towards the sole area that grew brighter as the minutes ticked by, the cave's mysterious entrance. And upon detecting the joyous noise of growls and squeaks alike, most certainly the young man's siblings, his hefty figure was immediately persuaded into a stand and thrust forward. Atop limbs far to short for his plump structure, the beast waddled forth into the light of day, his stomach (which was overly large, probably making him the fattest of the bunch) swinging wildly to 'n fro just inches above the Earth. Upon reaching the den's exit eyes began to squint until they were able to adjust, jaws parting swiftly to expell .. not a sound.. but instead a gruesome mouthful of vomit onto the floor. Too much movement after too large a meal. Oops. But the hellish tyrant didn't seem phased. He trudged forward as if nothing had happened, a line of multicolored puke still trailing from his previously white jaw as he advanced upon chocolate and ivory sister.(Katka) It was time to decide which he favored most, and as she was presently the loudest thing, she unfortunately became the highest object of attraction. Whilst she sought to assault their other sibling, he sought her. Jaws spread with the intention to connect with the sides of her neck, and if successful, plow her over in a test of strength and dominance. All the while vocals remained hushed and produced not a single noise.
Zodiak thumped his tail in the dirt, watching the pups react to his sudden burst of sinus upset. He had to admit he was thoroughly amused with the little brats, quite the opposite of what he expected. Considering vad and drak were not as concerned about them at the present time, zodi took the opportunity to satisfy his mild case of boredom. Paws stretched out and pulled at the dirt as he aligned himself with the pups in a lazy fashion. Once he was facing them he'd rear his head up and reach his paws out as far as they possibly could, pulling himself into a belly crawl with his hind legs frogged out behind him. He sneezed lightly again, this time on purpose as a means to gain a small amount of the pups attention. Gaze momentarily shifted to the youngin that emerged sounding rather much like his father. go figure. Head would lay innocently between forelimbs, chin being nuzzled against his leg to gain comfort. Tail swishing side to side in the dirt to create a small amount of dust behind him. He wasn't really sure why he was interested in the pups, especially since their parents rather disliked him. Maybe that was why? Zodi and drak had a little 'lets see who can piss who off more' thing going on, although zodi really just wanted to play still being young himself. Attentions shifted as yet another pup emerged and barfed on the spot. nice. His gaze followed the vomit covered kid as he approached the others and attempted to join right in. He resembled the kid with melted something all over him trying to touch everyone. ewww. Zodi's head recoiled up a bit and he wrinkled his nose before kicking a leg up underneath him so he could shift weight to one side.
Drakov: Pleasantries ceased, and propped postured obtained the pale ... father.. awkward.. Stared ponderingly at the little shits. Well.. He couldn't deny all the hussle and bussle of fighting amongst them was an enjoyable sight to behold. Though, it mostly just amped him up more. Vad's inquirey caused head to tilt to the side and set eyes lazily on his features. "Da. Cin suggested er.. Zey vight for zere lives. 'Cept.. I don't sink she meant it as literally as I." Smirk pecked at the corner of his maw, streaking out and causing teeth to bare. "She vants us to give zem a chance. So.. Zey will be treated as we vere az pups." Probubly the only thing under the sun that would coax him into allowing such a thing. If only for the idea that... In doing so, it meant the spawns would be more likely to turn out like there dear'ol dads! Body shifted to the side so as to bump shoulders with younger brother, before front limbs stretched out maw parting to yawn. He'd give a good shake, then situate himself at the mangled carcass to stuff his face.
Vadimir listened to Drakov's account with Cinn, all the while having his attention stolen by the puppies. It was just.... horrifying. He wanted them gone, right then, right now. But as he watched, he was forced to sigh and grudgingly shake his head. "Perhapz...." He grumbled, at the situation as a whole, rather than at Drak. He could see the sense, sure. But what that entailed.... he wasn't sure he could manage. He'd come so close to killing their toys so very very close. They peeved him in ways that just didn't make him comfortable. The dilemma, as it stood. Stemmed from that he couldn't unleash his full fury upon them. At least, not without 'JUST' cause. So they merrily danced that subtle, often bendable line. Pranced on it's border until his head was awash with red and his chest was churning with well matured rage. Vadimir was not a creature of kindness, compassion, or empathy. Not because they didn't exist in the male. But because you had to WORK to actually get to it. And now he was allowing these little fuckers to exist, and for what purpose? To just have more fancy dancers driving him mad every day. How long would it be, until he snapped? How long before he was forced to apologize to Drakov for going on a rampage that resulted in the den getting bathed in blood, until a channel of the crimson life-giving liquid formed a bloody river styx down the mountainside. Wish to please and fulfill brothers wishes were all well and good, but that could carry his patience only so far. "Zen zey better be prepared for vot iz in store." He'd growl lightly, expression becoming tired and resigned. Pouty baby mode engage. What alternative was there? If they crossed hat line, they were gone. And nary a soul could make him feel guilty about it. When Zodi seemed to take interest in the babies, Vadimir was want to observe their interactions. Not out of fatherly concern, but because he was still intrigued to learn about this male, and just what he hoped to gain from being around the Russian duo.
Yusef was not involved in the scuffling of his sisters. Noooooo. He wasn't at all going to be involved in that rabble. He marched on over to Vadimir--THIS ONE. HE PICKED THIS ONE. Without another moment of hesitation, he leaped at his face! Or..well, he tried. It wasn't much. He was a chunky little thing--perhaps not as fat as one of his other siblings-- but still, a sizeable ball of fluff. In any case, he roared in fury as he shuffled towards him. I WILL HAVE YOU! Tiny paws batted at the behemoths face, and he growled and snarled in an effort to appear dominant. He wanted to be the biggest! And how dare this..giant pile of white fluff n' stuff be bigger than him!? NO! "Uff uff uff uff uff!" he barked, tiny voice squeaking out from his puffy little chest. He bounced back, bowing his upper half down and wriggling his tiny, fluffy little ass high in the sky.
Zodiak pointed his nose toward vad, watching and listening with mild interest. They were still talking about the fate of the pups. Gaze would momentarily shift to them as the tumbled about, looking like minature versions of drak and vad when they have their brother time. Heh...cute. He shook his head, what was coming over him, why did he want to hang out around the pups the way he was? Its not like he was their dad. He huffed, tongue lolling out in a soft pant. Thoughts shifted to nida, maybe that was the cause of his sudden interest in the pups. He assumed some day if she'd have him they'd have little furrballs of their own. In this present time that only seemed like a nightmare, with vad and drak wanting to eat their own, zodi knew his wouldnt stand a chance. The rather fiesty pup moved across his plane of view, headed straight for disaster. ugh great. This didn't look good. "...don't do it kid...." he mumbled, inaudable to the others. Body tensed as the pup practically threw himself at vad. Zodi had to give the kid props, he was bold, or just to naive to know any better. Zodi wanted to go snatch the pup up or warn him or something, but that would most likely turn vad on himself. He knew if anything did happen, he wouldn't sit idly and watch the lil one get hurt, regardless of the consequences.
Drakov: Body flopped down, picking and prodding at the mangled carcass. Though he paused for certain sounds, namely Vadimir's response to the ... current perdicament. Not a single part of him was surprised or concerned. He fully understood the distaste. Yet... Clearly.. Cin had gotten to him more than he'd even realized. But what'd you expect. His only line of stability had vanished. His only attachment. His other half. And while Cin still stood below Vad, she was cherished. Not that he could tell. Frankly his actions and thoughts as of late were as puzzling to himself as they were to brother. Hohum. What a mess. Tongue rolled acrossed bloodied teeth, quit consumed in his meal for the time being. Ya know.. Up until the roar of children stirred attention onto one particular little shit assaulting his brother. Not that he was at all concerned the runt was even capable of harming brother.. But.. He still jerked in place. As if mid-motion to jump to his feet and assist, but. That was all instinct. Pure reaction. After the initial jolt of adrenaline ceased, the pale beast settled for shifting closer to inspect the brave soul, assuming he wasn't killed off immediately. He himself couldn't deny, it was oh so very intrigueing to see the tyke so eager. Stupid.. But, it certainly drew him in. Nostrils flared as the massive ball of white strolled over. Neutral in all aspects, he walked like nothing more than a ghost hovering across the earth's surface. Emphasised even more so by his lack of ears and tail. Paw would swip out at the heathen, not so gently might I add, in attempts to bowl it over. Come on now Drak, that isn't a toy. Course batting it around was a lot better than what he proceeded to do.. Test his teeth on it. Front little razords would nab around a ear, yanking and tugging. Plenty enough to hurt but not to the extent of tearing. Atleast.. Not for now. No no he was far more interested in seeing just how frail and pitiful these fat blobs were first. Snort would usher out, grasp released in favor of offer brother a puzzled glance. Oh he was tempted to rip dem ears off, but honestly if such a thing would befall the brat he'd leave the honor up to Vadimir. "I don't sink zey will survive like Cin but.. Atleast we can'ave some fun with zem." Take advantage of play things, tear them apart a little at a time. Sights would shift to Zod soon enough, his comment finally registered and heavy stare. "And yet zis pup is far stronger zen you. How sad." Made the male question a few things.. Pathetic little blob had more guts to charge a full grown male and fight for what he wanted than this one? He was to busy starving himself instead. Bah. "Don't sink I forgot about vhat 'append." Ohhh. Justice would be paid.
Vadimir grumped, but was willing to concede that maybe... JUST maybe. These children would serve some greater purpose than what he'd originally designed. Maybe he could... teach them to be proper sparring partners, be good lovers. They'd be constant entertainment for him and Drakov, so.... so. Right, positives... think of the positives. Deep intake of breath was made, and Vadimir would nod. He could do this, somehow. Drak made it look so easy. Perhaps, if he just thought of it as another form of training. His stubborn competitiveness would keep him from committing mass genocide. With that thought in mind, Vadimir returned to watching the children. Had he really been that hapless once upon a time? Had he too been so.... fluffy and... and friendly? If such a space in time existed, he couldn't recall what it had been like. Maybe watching them, he could remember? Vadimir's keen gaze lingered on the tussling, waddling tyrants before attention was riveted on one child in particular. He waddled forth with all the authority of a god and fus ro dah'd Vad's face with little to no regard for his personal safety. And then he began assaulting him, innefectually, but doggedly nonetheless. Vadimir watched him for a time, his expression, of all things, bemused. Just what in the fuck was this little shit thinking? Or was he even thinking at all? Probably not. Vad slowly rose to his paws, but stopped at a half crouch. Remember your declaration, Vad? Made not even two seconds ago. God fucking damnit. Brow beetled and the demonic mutt's maw parted in a thunderous bellow, spittle flying in every direction, though most likely striking the pup right on the face. Jaws still agape, Vadimir lunged forward with the intent of engulfing the child's head into his maw, dragging him forward should he manage to grab hold of him. and once there Vad saw to it that Yusef was slapped right on the ground, before he slammed a paw onto that squishy body to hold it in place. Right then. Play-things? School was in session right the HELL now. Frontal incisors grabbed hold of one ear, and Vadimir would waste no time thrashing about to forcibly tear the still-yet developing tissue and tear it right off the pups skull. He'd duplicate the move with the other ear, before grabbing the little crap-tastic mongrel youth by the fanny and shaking him like a ragdoll. Mid swing Vadimir would adjust his grip so that he held onto Yusef by the tail and, through sheer force of gravity would see his tail be ripped clean off, sending the child flying and likely crashing or falling into whatever surface was nearby. Should the child even still be conscious, Vad would swallow the stubby tail whole before striding over to the downed pup, jaws locating close to those ruined floppy ears. "Don't fight unlezz you know you can vin." He'd snarl, uncaring if the pup was even conscious enough to hear. Or, y'know. Recognize language at all. With that he'd turn on a dime and stride toward Drakov's side, muttering a stream of obscene profanities from gutteral vocals, flopping on the ground as his voice grew steadily louder in volume and he curled into a tight, fluffy ball. There, he'd shown restraint. SOMEBODY GIVE HIM A COOKIE.
Yusef yelped through his little tiny ears being ripped clean off. And stayed conscious through it! However, the wild swinging at the removal of his tail caused the little hellion to black out for longer than he'd ever admit. But through the horrible blackness that closed in on him, as he laid in his little pool of blood, those accented words reached his ears 'Don't fight unless you know you can win'. They sank into his squishy little skull. Fine. He would never lose. He would -never- lose again. (AAANNNDDD HE'S JUST GONNA LAY THERE PASSED OUT FOR A WHILE.)
Katka: The pup was having the time of her life playing with her sis, the two of them doing more flopping around with each-other than anything that resembled actual fighting. Katka, at least, was deaf and blind to anything else going on around her. Until a beastial roar caused her to jump with fear not previously experienced in her young life. Abandoning her play abruptly, she whirled around to face whatever was going on. What...what WAS going on!? Her brother was being pinned down by one of the strangers, and bright redness was streaming down from where his ears were supposed to be. Katka could do little more than watch uncomprehendingly as Yusef was swung around in the air and tossed to the side, landing and not rising. A terriefied whine rose in her throat, and her fuzzy pup pelt bristled. Everything was done as quickly as it had started, with the mean wolf curling up at a distance and shouting angry things she couldn't understand. Katka was left with her heart hammering in her chest and her tiny lungs aching from the breath she'd been holding. Tenatively, like a cat approaching an unknown object, she crept towards the unmoving form of her downed brother. The smell of blood, previously associated only with meat, hung heavy. She didn't dare come too close, merely lingering some feet away, gaping. What was going on? Whatever it was, it was real bad. Something in her belly told her that much.
Dermo:. Since birth, the tyke's teeny attention spand had been limited to things only within the den's dark confines. Said things being Mother, siblings, and the all-too-familiar darkness. It wasn't until just a few days prior that vision had been gained, and with this new blessing.. a growing sense of curiousity became easily apparent. By now more than just shapes and the occassional blury figure could be seen, gaze developing and improving eith each passing hour it seemed, and as it did so, attention was drawn towards new directions. Right now? Towards the sole area that grew brighter as the minutes ticked by, the cave's mysterious entrance. And upon detecting the joyous noise of growls and squeaks alike, most certainly the young man's siblings, his hefty figure was immediately persuaded into a stand and thrust forward. Atop limbs far to short for his plump structure, the beast waddled forth into the light of day, his stomach (which was overly large, probably making him the the fattest of the bunch) swinging to 'n fro just inches above the Earth's surface. Upon reaching the den's exit eyes began to squint until they were able to adjust, jaws parting swiftly to expell .. not a sound.. but instead a gruesome mouthful of vomit onto the floor. Too much movement after too large a meal. Oops. But the hellish tyrant didn't seem phased. He trudged forward as if nothing had happened before attention was taken onto the hellish scene forming afront. Gaze trailed after borther's bruised and battered form as it was swung 'round by an unknown giant. But again, Dermo did not seem phased by any of it. If anything, a smirk might have spread 'cross moistened lips, but that was his only response on the whole situation. Brat seemed content just to stand there in all his glory, fat ass hell and fully fed, not intending to move or wrestle unless one came forward and was bold enough to provoke him. Ladedaa. Ahhh.
Zodiak watched the pup, slight anxiety building within. God damn why did he care so much? Frame was repositioned, still laying but more prepared to jump up if the moment called for it. One day.. one day he was going to suprise the two crazies. He'd show them he wasn't just 'some pup' Attention focused more directly on drak as he yanked and pulled on the pup. Jesus drak its not a doll. Lobes pressed forward, although only one was visable, as he listened to drak and vad. It wasn't long before the attention was, Of frickin course, turned on him. Zodi narrowed his eyes at the comment, muscles quivering as he wanted nothing more then to lunge at the bastard, but he was smarter than that; for the moment. Drak's second comment brought back the memory of their last encounter. Brows lifted and a sly grin took over his features, his teeth peeking just below his lips. Remember it bitch. He half chuckled; it was quiet enough that it may not have been noticed unless drak was really eyeing him. Gaze lazily shifted away from drak. Zodi was pleased something he'd done had gotten to him. huehuehue. His good mood was shot as sights landed on vad and the cries of the pup echoed out. Zodi rose, baring fangs as the event was too horrible not to. Eyes shifted to drak for a moment and he was forced to rethink his actions. Moving from his spot only after vad had retreated in a fury of russian curses. He turned and trotted over to the limp pup, gaze acknowleging the other youngin before he layed close by. Zodi quickly and gently grabbed the pup up and placed it between his paws as if he were about to feast, but instead dished out a series of licks and nudges; mostly grooming to clean the pup up. He didn't care what the other two thought, bastards, pickin on the kids. The scent of the blood was profuse and his teeth remained bared as he continued to clean up the mess. Hell with this behavior you'd swear he gave birth to them.
Drakov: Gaze fluttered about, though only out of curiosity. Infact he was oh so amazed when the screams ceased and.. Apon deeper inspect, a narrowing of eyes and a twitch of nose, he found it still alive. Well now, Vad. You could be a good boy! Nub of a tail wagged pleasantly behind him, a chuffing bark ushered toward grumpy brother, before attention shifted back to the lifeless form and.. Zod drolling all defensively around him. Single brow rose questionably at the male, lip curling and tongue flicking across his toothy smirk with he'd snort and turn attention back to brother. Front end lowered a tad, butt wiggling before he trotted over and flopped half-asserdly against sibling. Body stretching out with a groan. Clearly no thought in regards to the childs well-being to be had. Mostly because.. It didnt seem a serious enough injury to take concern.