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Post by Drakov on May 4, 2015 3:44:19 GMT
Drakov: Oh what a lovely sleep. Lovely past couple of days in fact. Wierd as that was, swimming lessons had braught him into a new line of emotion and thought. Eager and willing! If only for his own personal gain, but that was besides the point! Day had been spent remarking territory, and enjoying a pleasant swim. Fighting the rushing current of the falls, with a stick as large as he could muster balanced between jaws. Soon enough the little shits would be able to do this as too! Well. The ones who survived. He'd push them to the point of doing things full grown adults struggled to accomplish. This daddy thing wasn't seeming as horrible as he'd presumed at first. Hell, if it all went smoothly they'd end up far more pleasant company than the rest of the bunch! Solely due to thinking the same as there fathers. They'd be on the same mental level, compared to everyone else who were utterly puzzled by the brothers antics. Essentially. He was almost excited for beings that understood him like his brother did. After lovely work out was done, the snow colored beast trecked back to shore. Stick was dropped half way on land, so that body could shake it'self out mid-walk. Mmm. As if the swimming wasn't good enough, he felt oh so cool when soaked all the way through. It helped beat back the heat from thick fur. Dripping wet and leaving a dark trail in the dirt, male sauntered on back to the courtyard in an overly decent mood. Today's agenda? Well. Hopefully many things! He was eager to get a number of items checked off his mental list. Chuffing bark would echo out to garner the attention of anyone in earshot as paws came to thrust him atop the rock cluster that formed the den. Rump thumping down to settle him like some godly king.
Vadimir was up and preparing a playset for the babies! Drak and Cinn had been right. Sure, he wouldn't admit it out loud... at least, not yet. But having these little rascals to torture was beyond anything he'd thought he could enjoy. By comparison, eating them would be wholly too quick, too sublime. Nah, it was way better to make the rapscallions suffer first, THEN eat the ones that complained too much! Prancing proudly forward with a net of thorned creepers, he arranged it in a wide, uneven square. He'd then gather some choice bits of meat from the remains of the elk he'd taken down. He'd bury them in pockets beneath the creepers. Ohhhh... this was going to be fucking amazing. First he'd gotten himself some much needed smexy time, and now he was going to turn his miniature selves into ROUGHNECKS.
Nida sequestered herself beneath the shade. Again. It was her place and space in which she'd claimed for herself, and found comfort in something that was stable in addition to belonging to the darkly furred she-wolf. Her head still ache from the repeated impacts of head sent home to the ground, but nothing like time and a little resting can remedy. Ears curled forward at the noise beckoning for attention, but other than that, she did not budge. She did not retreat. Her tail lingered between her lumberjack thighs. Her attention even bunnyhop over toward Vadim and his .. whatever, and her murky gaze stuck. Blink blink. And more blinking.
Yusef yawned, tiny little jaws parting as he toddled sleepily out from the den. His poofy little body seemed a bit more recovered as well, and he blinked up to see those big white ones, and then a pile of thorns. He smelled something..it smelled good, too! He'd never actually HAD meat before--he was still subsisting off of milk and vomitted-meat, as it were. Fresh meat? Never had it. But hey, it sure did smell nice! He toddled over to the thorny brambles, narrowing his little eyes as he examined it and finally pushed a paw into it, jumping back with a little yelp as the torns dug lightly into him. But goddamn, this would NOT deter him! He growled at the thorns then, taking a few steps back, obviously getting ready to make those thorns sorry they ever tried to prick him!
Cinnema really should have thought the whole thing through before she'd tried to sweet-talk Drakov into keeping the puppies. Because in all honesty they would have been better off killed in the first place than they were now, played with and beaten. But, far too late for that now. She'd spent time making sure that the couple kids that had been thrown into the river had turned out to be alright, and bathed and fed the rest, before getting some much needed sleep that went on well into the day. After all she had wandered off few days before to hunt, and then all the fighting, it was draining. Dozing lightly now, Drak's call made its way to Cin's ears and caused the woman to rise from where she was and follow little Yusef from the den. Blinking quickly to adjust gaze to the light, she'd focus on the male who'd made the noise. "What's up?" she said nonchalantly, eyes looking over to Vadimir and his..contraption even as she walked to the older brother and rubbed her face on the side of his neck. Cin's ears pressed forward when her stubborn little child began challenging the thorns, blinking with slight surprise but really not so much. "..What's the point of this, Vad?" A question tossed out anyway, not that she truly cared to understand. It wasn't like she could stop him regardless. Sigh.
Drakov: Nub of a tail wagged at those venturing into sight. His proped up position turned into the 'marshmellow' propelling himself off the den's figure to poke and prod at Vad's make up. Clever clever, there Vad. He knew exactly what was up! Brother was regarded with a wag of tail and a lick to the face, that quickly turned to pricking teeth. Only stopping at Yusef's presence. Pale behemoth tilted his head and watched the youngin with eager firey eyes. Course, he snapped to when Cin made contact. Body tensed for but a momment, before he turned to set gaze on just who the culprit was. "Oh good. Just'who I 'wanted to zee. Zey pups are no longer getting milk, da?" Though it seemed like a question, it most certainly was not. He was making a statement. Hell it was almost a warning given the words that followed. "Zey are only to eat meat, und vhen zey do zey must do sumsing for it. Like zis." eyes fluttered from the woman to the pointy concoction bother had come up with. "If I see Nida or Zod trying to feed zem I kill zey pup und zem." Brutal as his words were, his tone was oh to casual. Chipper even. Like a child who came up with this nifty little game. "Zey will be strong! Or zey will die." Final words weren't really given to anyone in particular, more of a chant to himself in eager anticipation for the events that followed. Even though.. Technically they were a week ahead of schedule in terms of starting weaning, and this wouldn't be at all gradual. That was besides the point. Pfft. Tongue flicked out to offer Cin a passing lick, as paws strolled him over to where he assumed Nida was. Though uncertain if she were about, he intended to check. It wasn't just the children at this point who were going through a mess of tests for the sake of being allowed to live. Her still had some unfinished punishment to dish out to her and her little boy toy thing. Nostrils flared as behemoth closed in on the shadowed little nook, and when he took note of her presence there his hackles rose. So she was here? And ignoring him? No no no that would never do. Without a sound, pale monster clacked out jaws to snap around her face, and.. if successful, drag her out by wherever his teeth were sunk in at.
Vadimir was looking around for what else he could add to this fun little exercise. Humans had so many contraptions and doodads that just didn't exist in nature. It kinda sucked. Like those pointy things that they used to make big pieces of meat into smaller pieces. Yeah, that'd work great here! But alas, no such thing existed in the natural world. Unless... Returning to the elk Vad would wrench free one of it's antlers which, given the time of year and the general decay the body had underwent, wasn't all that difficult. When he returned he'd find that Yusef was already up and about and trying his hand at getting something to eat. Teeth formed a sadistic grin and he chuffed at the child, before turning attentions to brother dearest whom he'd nuzzle and headbutt roughly. "Gud, you are eager, da?" He'd cackle approvingly toward his son, before he'd give a not so gentle nudge to the child's backside with one of the antler's prongs. The game was simple. Get through the thorns and to the meat, or get gored and speared by daddy! Now wasn't that just a barrel full of monkeys? Vadimir sure thought so. Since it was easy to presume the child had yet to fully grasp language, not like Vad had any clue about pup development anyway. He'd give the courtesy of showing the process. dig through the thorns, ignore the pain, get to the meat before the antler gets to you! Easy peasy lemon squeasy. Cinn's question had Vad cocking his head to the side, glaring at her quizzically. "Vot doez it look like I'm doink, voman?" He'd question, glancing to Drak like, 'wtf is wrong wit folks'. SHE had been the one to insist the pups should live. So he was doing his job to ensure they actually knew how! "I am teachink ze boy how to earn fud." He paused, then quirked a brow. Uh, there was a particular word for this situation.... between parent and child.... FUCK what was it? With a look of recognition Vad would add quickly, "Bonding." Then he'd smile brightly to Cinn, like Golly gee, ain't this the prime glorified epitome of family togetherness? Hell yeah it was. Eyes would drag lazily across the landscape, looking toward Drak as he got Nida out of her little corner. That woman was weird. So far all women were weird. But her especially. Should there be no muss or fuss, Vad would return attentions to Yusef, holding the antler at the ready.
Nida's wolf process stayed attentively cognizant toward the excited topic broached, understanding their devised plans for the young and impressionable children. Her forelegs extend out before her as her furling tongue parts her scarred muzzle, a squeaky whine sounding out before silenced with a tight-lipped pant. It wasn't becoming of her. Not with that permanent sneer scar. Her silence was earned with undue attention set upon her, and tension built her figure, and as the large marshmellow showed his teeth and snap for her, she lurched forward. Not necessarily throwing her weight at him full-force, no, but rather, head-butt into his muzzle using her .. head. Literally. Her purpose was to throw off his aim and deliver hers .. through licks and playful nips to the male's face, tucked tail wavering.
Yusef's little butt wriggled and he jumped forward when his bootie was jabbed. It didn't break the skin or anything, but it sure did hurt, considering his butt was still sore from the loss of tail. But he wanted very closely as daddy showed him what to do. Gid through the thorns, dig through the dirt, get to the noms! He turned, giving a big, wide-eyed gaze towards antler-holdin' daddy, as if seeking permission first before he turned and barked wildly at the thorns. FUCK YOU THORNS. I'LL GET YOU! He let out a primal war scream (that upped his defense by 5 points) and barelled into the thorns! They dug into his little body, poking and pricking at him, tearing away little tufts of downy, fluffy fur. He yipped and squealed as he got caught up, hanging on a thorny branch as it poked into his ribs and belly before he freed himself and tumbled head over heels forward, into more thorns of course. He squealed, but more out of rage than pain.nose shoved into the dirt and those tiny little paws dug. At least the soil was tilled and soft and easy for those tiny, stubby little claws and toes to move away. He buried his face into the soil, bobbing, before he came back up with the far too large chunk of meat in his mouth. He could barely actually hold it! But he shook his head wildly, growling a little and giving those tiny little yips of delight. LOOK WHAT I CAUGHT. LOOK. LOOK WHAT I DID. At which point he realized he was still trapped by thorns. But hey, he made it in, he could make it out. "UFF UFF UFF UFF!" He war-cried again and tried to bulldoze his way through them, rolling out of theother side of the little obstacle course. Covered in scratches and dirt, thorns still clinging to him, sticking into him. Little patches of fur missing (they'd grow back), and his ear-stubs having begun to bleed again, having been torn open by the wild headbutting. Yusef dragged the meat over to Vad and swung it around in front of him, bouncing up and down until a little peice tore off and slithered down his throat. He hacked for a moment, coughed, but then blinked in surprise. Hey. Hey that tasted pretty good! He tried to tear little chunks from it, growling lightly. Bloody, dirty, thorny... Yup. Seemed like a perfect play date.
Cinnema was wary of this 'test' Vad had made up, but focus swapped to Drak when he tensed, small silly smile in response. Her head would tilt slightly at his proffered question as she stood there next to him. "Well, no.." She'd been wondering when they would be, though, annoying things that tugged on her teats all the time. It hurt sometimes, man. She was hardly surprised when he decreed that they would learn to earn and eat solid foods now, and she'd shrug slightly as her gaze slid away. "Alright." She'd agreed to the conditions that they lived.. And didn't want to deal with consequences if she broke said agreement. Aka probable death. Cin would watch only briefly as she was given a passing lick and Drak went to look for the other woman in their pack, her gaze being captured by the mess of thorns on the ground and the meat buried beneath. Sitting herself down, she rolled her eyes at Vad's response to her question, muttering a calm, "Of course," in sarcastic comment. The outburst of attempted intimidation of the thorns made a slight smirk cross over her face. Oh dear lord what was wrong with this kid. She outright stared as her purple-eyed child made his determined way through the mess, as if ignoring the barriers in his way and reaching his prize. She probably wouldn't have admitted it, but..she might be slightly impressed. If any of the pups survived to grow up, no doubt they'd be the strongest of their siblings. And most corrupt. She'd lower her head slightly, tilting head, looking down at Yusef. "Good job," she'd say in a soft voice, offering..encouragment.. Because she could damn well talk to and influence her children if she wanted to! She freaking birthed them, poor Vad if he reprimanded her for encouraging this monsterous behavior.. Regardless she'd turn to see progress with the other two over there near Nida's corner if only just to see what all was going on currently.
Zodiak hadn't slept well that night, each time he drifted into slumber, flashes of the days events seemed to jump out and strike at him. Drak tearing into his face, Nida being injured,....vad...and all his unfortunate deeds. The last seeming to repeat itself a little more than zod would have liked. Drak's summon is what stirred him to action. He rose slowly and stiff muscles would stretch. A numbing pain resided in his neck and he half shaked; the full thing being a little too painful. A sigh was released before he headed over, observing and listening with mild interest. He wasn't really depressed, just sore. Eyes scanned for nida, where was she? He hadn't seen her since...well since she was knocked unconcious, the events that took place following being too overwhelming for him to think to search for her before he'd headed back to the den. Guilt washed over him and he sniffed at the ground, eyes keeping watch on the others hoping he wasn't noticed, he really wanted to be invisible right now. Drak spoke of the pups and their eating. He huffed they could starve for all he cared. Zodi was done risking his and nida's life for those devil spawn. When all was said and done he took notice to drak trailing off and he wondered if he were looking for the same thing--nida. Zodi's eyes followed ahead of drak, his path leading to, of course, the one wolf who's well being weighed heavy on his mind. He lifted himself and slowly--cautiously-- moved toward their location, posture low for not only the sake of not being attacked, but head was low to avoid strain on throat and tail was low to cuishion raw buttocks. God he wasn't gonna shit right for a week. He kept a distance from them and Zodi watched at nida's reaction to drak, tilting his head, what was that all about?
Drakov: Pale male paused mid-motion at the fat little tyke going at it like nobodies business. It humored him to no end, but no! Head shook, and his path continued to Nida. Whome which offered an unexpected response. Headbutt was met with a scraping of teeth across her skull what with niether one of them neccessarily moving that fast. It simply left canines gliding through her flesh. Enough to draw some blood but nothing that extreme. Slick skull prevented a solid hold, so her series of licks and freakish .... affections?! Submission?! The concept of either wasn't neccessarily that facinating, so much as the idea of her doing it after what had occured. He'd kinda just came to the conclusion they all had a tendancy to hold grudges, to which wouldn't dwindle without a few days cool-down time. But apparently that wasn't the case. Smart. No need to thrash around her face and force her into public. Lip curled a tad at her licking, a momment allowed before maw parted to clasp around her muzzle. Shockingly not the same violent hold he usually had, and then he released. PFFT. Go figure. Zod's presence caused gaze to linger to the corner of his eyes, attempting to decipher who was inching there way closer. Oh goodie. We could get this done in one foul swoop! With a wag of that nub, body shuffled backwards, rump settling to the earth in calm neutral stance. Clearly allowing for the tan boytoy to finally have his momment. "I assume ve are at an understanding now?" What was this? How many strikes? It was a miracle they hadn't been killed that last go around. "Sadly, your punishment is still due. Can't 'ave you all sinking buttering up in time will save'you from discipline." Nono. That wouldn't be good at all. It sent the message that sucking up allowed you to get away with shit. And that was most certainly not the case! Though, there 'punishments' were .. for the most part all Nida's fault. Frankly, all would be well with only her suffering, but!! With how Zod liked to come to her rescue, well.. He found it only appropriate that he be submitted to the same thing as his wanna-be woman. Atleast once this was all said and done, assuming the two didn't retort and lash out again.. Things would be FINE AND DANDY! Simple and sweet! They'd be allowed together, and off his BEAT list until something else arised. "Vill you accept it? --" Words cut off as if they were meant to continue, which.. Honestly he didnt need to speak, either coming willingly or get torn up and forced. He was giving them the opportunity to make a wise choice though, yea?! That was nice of him.
Vadimir jerked his head toward Cinn in agreement. He could hear her sarcasm, but hell if he cared! As long as she said what he wanted to hear, that's all he cared about. Deep bass growl emenated from barrel chest as he watched the child struggle toreach the food. Ahh, the urge to spear the little runt onto the antler was so hard to bear. But he'd give him a fair shake. Because having your kid get throttled by thorns is totally fair. When Yusef returned victorious, and Cinn decided the child was deserving of praise. Vadimir would huff and give a terse nod. Indeed, he did do good. No need to actually vocalize. Give too much fluffs, and the little bastard was liable to get fat and lazy. Pups were already overly plump as it was, how that had been achieved, he couldn't fathom. But hell if he was about to let his children turn into a giant fatasses eating them out of house and home. While he'd allowed Yusef to take a taste of the meat, Vadimir was quick to pull the rest of the meat out of the pup's reach. "Gud, now. Dow it again. Und zis time, be quicker." Let the rascal get the hang of it, then progressively make the task more and more arduous. Zodi's appearance earned a flicker of eyes as attention momentarily fell upon him. He looked positively awful... rump wiggled in joy. Made his fuckability go up by ten. Ahh, but he had a job to do right now. Besides, Drak needed Zod and Nida for their own personal training. Hmm... come to think of it. "Cinn, come here pleaze?" HOH SHIT HE SAID THE P WORD. Mostly because he wasn't really thinking. Just acting, and as the thought crossed his mind, he was quick to work on it and master it to his needs. Should Cinn heed him he'd motion with the antler toward Yusef. "Zould brat need me handlink zose two, make zure..." Uh... wtf was this kids name? Had they even gone about the ritual of naming? Vadimir looked toward Cinn, expecting her to fill the gap. If she didn't, he'd shrug and continue,"Ze child doez not eat until he haz dug up all ze meat." After yesterday there was little reason to think that either Nida or Zod would be dum enough to cross either of them again. But he was a paranoid piece of shit, so he wasn't taking any chances.
Nida got a few nicks to the forehead to add to her stupid collection, no big deal here. Her tongue caressed over the male's muzzle, wrinkling from the curl of lips to reveal his teeth, coming down to sandwich her face in it. Nida stills her body for a couple of moments to assess the situation and let her mind play catch up, see the sequence of events that were to be issued. Her gaze befell Zod showing up to investigate, her ears flapping back flat against her head. Great. Her tail brace tighter between her legs- so far, so good. However, the options Drakov gave .. were balked at with dull sterness befitting the emotions surging through her presently. And here Nida thought the head-bashing was to instill in her mind it was none her business to intercept, ho ho ho. That, and the lesson had been paid in full. Manipulation working at its finest, she suppose. Punishment punishment punishment .. he kept bringing that up .. fuuuuuu, but .. " What is it?"An ear flick toward the backdrop providing sound and tuned in to that, being half observant, as the rest was focused on Drak in case he spoke.
Yusef barked as the meat was dragged away from him. WHAT? HIS DELICIOUS TROPHY! He looked so very cross! He whined a little, wrinkling his dirty little nose until he realized there was still noms buried. He narrowed one eye at Vadimir,turning away slowly as if to say 'I'm watching you, bub' before braving the thorns again. This time he knew what to do. He scrambled in, dug out another chunk of meat, but this time he tried to eat it all before Vad could take it away. Key word being tried. His tiny mouth wasn't exactly very good at chewing yet.
Cinnema would have walked over to where Vad was at his request, and surprising please!, tilting head gently and listening to his words. What was his pause for?.. Oh no, the kids hadn't yet been named. Hm. She'd nod and look over to where Yusef was going at getting another piece of meat. And trying to eat it all so quick. That probably wouldn't end well if he managed to get a bunch and choke. With quick strides she'd walk over regardless if Vadimir was preoccupied, snatching it away from him with likely ease. No, kid, dad said you can't, so. Sucks for you. Cin was merely obeying and trying to resist from getting herself beat like the other two! And, again, she'd agreed to circumstances. Not that she was a great mother anyway, she was pretty negligent so far. Taking a step to toss the meat aside and out of immediate reach, she'd accidently step upon one of the thorns and give a bark of surprise and pain. Damn it Vad. With a grumble she'd set to sit and work to pull the thing from her foot with careful teeth. Gdi.
Zodiak was rather suprised when drak positioned to a sit. hmm... something was up. He'd glance to nida, tail unfurling from his belly to drift side to side like a pendulum before abruptly stopping. Nope that hurt too. A puzzled expression played across his face at her reaction to him. Single derpy ear twisting back and head lowering as his gaze shifted to drak. More punishment? The embers burned within but alas no fire was started. Zodi only figured the punishment he'd gotten yesterday--BOTH punishments-- had been satisfactory. Apparently not. Drak asked him to agree to terms. Zodi had no idea what he was talking about. Agree to more punishment? Suuuuuurrree, let me just sign my life away so you can beat and rape me till i'm dead. To say the events from the previous day had changed zodi was an understatement. Thoughts he'd never fathom now swireled through his head like a virus. He'd dreampt of things beyond that of what happened with vad, things he'd never mention nor admit. He'd dreampt of blood and death, and tossing the little shit pup that tried to hump him across the den site. But those were only dreams right? He'd slowly lower his rump to the ground, moving to speak but feeling the tugging pain and the gurgle of leftover fluid in his lungs. Zodi sighed, gaze meeting with draks before he'd dip his muzzle as if to say 'yea fine' before looking over to nida, wanting nothing more than to hobble over to her.
Drakov: Gaze fluttered from one figure to the other, waiting oh so patiently. Drak could be a chill guy, now that he knew he'd gotten his point across. Normally not one to bother explaining things, because.. Frankly he didn't give a single fuck, he decided to give them the courtesy of filling in the gaps there minds couldn't seem to fathom. "Your beatings were for fighting me. Nossing more. Your punishment for intervening in zey little shits lessons vill be you taking there place." Oh so casual was he. Punishment to fit the crime! Skull tilted towards the river's general direction, a.. Welp! Let's get the butt woopins over with so we can get on with our lives. His expression and tone read as such! Gaze would shift to Vad, whome would be given a look suggestive of needing his assistance. Though, he'd hoped it wouldn't be required.. He knew darn good and well if he befell the punishment to come he wouldn't be sitting still through it! But that didn't matter, pfftt. With that same pep in his step, Drak would lead the merry band to the river, assuming the duo didn't tuck tail and run for the fucking hills of course. Such a response would be dealt with accordingly.
Vadimir gave Cinn the antler, smiling at her winningly. Like bam, look how awesome this was. She was getting a chance to be the honorary butt-poker! Wasn't that awesome? It was like being the stick-holder with a pinata! That's what puppies were, right? Squishy pinatas filled to the brim with internal goodies. When she seemed good, (her squeal of pain went completely unheard,) Vad turned just as Drak began to speak of Zod and Nida's punishments. So far, he loved the sound of it. Even before brother gazed in his direction Vadimir was on his way there, head cocking with a cocky smile. Yeah, he was here and ready to choke a bitch should either display some dumb as hell resistance. Mind, Vad was unwilling to kill Zod. He hadn't had a ass that tight in way too long, and the pups were still far too small to even consider sticking his weewee in any of them. But if Zodi fucked himself over, Vadimir wasn't about to coddle or excuse him. He'd been given chance after chance to reform, and he still decide to cause trouble. So now, it was time to pay his dues, or fade into oblivion. What would they choose? Vad would breath down both their necks, black lips peeling back as ears lowered, no sound beyond the in and out rush of air as he breathed upon them. Silent dare hung in the air. Do what they wanted and suffer the consequences of their actions thus far, or disobey, and suffer the consequences now. The difference? Not that damn much. Except that one provided a slightly greater chance of survival than the other. Metaphorical knuckle cracks sounded over the area as Vad flexed his jaws, ready to assist the two down to the river, or mow them down where they stood. So far so good, neither seemed wanting to get brutall murdered. Hopefully with any luck, it'd stay that way!
Nida gave a incredulous look. Fighting Drakov? She did not fight back, but only sought to mitigate her wounds when she took and endured through the beating. Turns out .. she'd be taking more of that. Crazy sadist. Nida glances over to where Zod is and offers a hopeful but feeble look; kind of sucks, to .. y'know, be subjected to punishment they didn't really deserve in the first place. If only Yury were here .. Head hung, heart and feet heavy, and a sigh elicited, she reluctantly - and with great emphasis on this word here, too - shuffles off toward the river, tail and ears tucked. Didn't help Vad was here to oversee everything went accordingly without a hitch -- that's fabulous, just fabulous. Her expression tarts with a sour look in her face. Fml.
Yusef huffed, getting increasingly annoyed. Y U KEEP TAKING AWAY MY NOMS, HUH? He huffed and yipped in annoyance, before deciding he knew exactly what he was going to do. He turned back to the thorns....and began to attack them! Or..he tried, anyway. It was both somewhat comical, and rather impressive, to see him fighting so valiantly. All your fault! Stupid..thorny..things! I hate you! GRAWRRARWARWRLL. He tired himself out after a while, though, plopping down in front of the semi-destroyed brambles and glaring at them, panting. I'll get you next time!
Cinnema finally managed to get the thorn out of her paw, and she looked briefly away at the departing party as they headed off to the river. She was slightly curious as to what he meant by the mentioned lesson, but, really? Didn't care all that much. All this time around the Russians, she was about 80% corrupt, 5% sass, 5% sarcasm, and 10% confusing life choices. Things had certainly changed a lot. Gaze shifted to her child who was now thrashing the prickly plant like no tomorrow. She rolled her eyes at him, letting out a small sigh as she played with the antler which rested between her paws. "Did you get all the food yet?" she'd ask almost disinterestedly. "Or you don't eat." Cin's green eyes gazed at the child for a moment before shrugging. Her head would turn to see if the others were out of sight yet before laying down, avoiding pricking herself again. "If not, you could come here and I could make those cuts feel a little better." Make sure he didn't have thorns stuck in him or anything.
Zodiak's gaze shifted to the approach of vad, a gaze that quickly shifted away as soon as beast was noticed. Frame adjusted his seated position so tail would tuck back under rump as to protect booty from further invasions. He'd stiffen as creature breathed it's toxic fumes on his neck. Brush much? He'd remain posted like a soldier at boot camp, gaze locked on the dirt. Drak's words didn't elicit any eager response. He'd only fought him because...-- gaze momentarily shifted to nida. He didn't blame her, no, he blamed himself. Everything that had happened to her was because of him. Zodi was feeling rather guilty. As drak moved toward the river, zod slowly rose and followed suit with Nida. A quick glance was sent behind him at vad. Just checking...paranoid. He'd then press forward to catch up to the girl, matching strides and leaning to press against her as they walked. He'd try to meet her gaze from the corner of his eye and a soft, whisper of a whine escaped. I'm sorry!
Drakov: Once the gang arrived at the river, Drak turned in place. A quick suggestive glance given to Vad, flicking to Zod. A clear. You can handle him. And before anyone knew it, Drak's teeth snapped out at Nida. Clasping as high up her scruff as he could, preferably the base of her skull but it honestly didn't matter. With a twist of jaws he'd move her like a puppet so that she lacked a stable stance, and would guide the woman into the waters. Once deep enough, down she went! Head forced under, as shoulder rammed into hers. Attempting to shove the girl down on her side opposite the direction he was holding her head. Awkward as fuck and hard to fight against, what with his weight holding her in this position. No more saving the puppies, ya hear? Cuze if you do you'll drown instead! Girl would be kept submerged until he found it suitable to reveal air to her once more. Likely not until she was on the verge of not moving anymore. Hohum. As if that wasn't bad enough, once he'd finally released her he'd give a lick to the girls cheek. Run along now and play. jk more like run and hide. Which she assuridly did. Back to her shadowy nook. ZOD'S TURN. It was assumed Vad had tended to the yearling boy, but if not Drak hadn't a single issue doing it himself. Regardless, they'd both be recieving the same discipline. Afterall, Nida was the only one meant to be punished from the get go. But the boy choice to get involved, and it resulted in her injury as well. Now he had to share in her original punishment. Keep things fair ya know? Drak was a fair guy. Yea. Sure.
Zodiak stopped a few paces earlier than Nida at the bank, eyes locked on the vast blue that lay before him. Oh no...no no not good not good. Drinking and swimming were two very different things and the thought of swimming only brought on the darkness that clouded his mind. The water, although mildly still (despite the ripplets created by drak and nida) seemed to rush. It picked up it's pace until the water was roaring and no other sounds were heard. The boy, to the others, would appear zombie-like; standing in place with a trance sort of gaze. His vision was fading, the halucinations getting stronger as peripheral vision slowly crept in like a gray fog. --zodi, zodi honey...-- And there it was, stage 5 of crazy. The voice, the same unknown voice he'd been hearing since he could remember. It always said the same thing 'You'll be safe', he never really understood it but it only seemed arise around water. Pup was snapped back to reality as he was scruffed. Teeth bared out of surprise and body stiffened. No he couldnt, there was no way there had to be something else, ANYTHING else. Frankly he'd rather take it in the butt again before he'd wilingly go into the water. Zods stiffened body was sure to make things difficult for the brothers, he didn't writhe or bite, he was just frozen like stone. With expected effort, however, he'd be plunged into the blue. Chest collapsed as he gasped, wounds burning from the cold contact. He flailed in a panick, he had to get out, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't swim... just like the dreams. Bubbles erupted as zodi, in his panic, cried out beneath the water's surface. sorry bud, no one can hear you under there. What seemed like an eternity in hell ended when his head peaked above the water. He'd gasp and scramble to the edge, stumbling over his paws and collapsing on the bank to leave hinds still dangling in the water. He pushed himself up and out, shaking violently before retreating to a safe distance from the water. Boy would stand in place, chest heaving in and out, body trembling. Fear was a bitch.
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Post by Drakov on May 4, 2015 3:50:02 GMT
(18:10:57) Nida's wolf process stayed attentively cognizant toward the excited topic broached, understanding their devised plans for the young and impressionable children. Her forelegs extend out before her as her furling tongue parts her scarred muzzle, a squeaky whine sounding out before silenced with a tight-lipped pant. It wasn't becoming of her. Not with that permanent sneer scar. Her silence was earned with undue attention set upon her, and tension built her figure, and as the large marshmellow showed his teeth and snap for her, she lurched forward. Not necessarily throwing her weight at him full-force, no, but rather, head-butt into his muzzle using her .. head. Literally. Her purpose was to throw off his aim and deliver hers .. through licks and playful nips to the male's face, tucked tail wavering.
(18:15:13) Yusef's little butt wriggled and he jumped forward when his bootie was jabbed. It didn't break the skin or anything, but it sure did hurt, considering his butt was still sore from the loss of tail. But he wanted very closely as daddy showed him what to do. Gid through the thorns, dig through the dirt, get to the noms! He turned, giving a big, wide-eyed gaze towards antler-holdin' daddy, as if seeking permission first before he turned and barked wildly at the thorns. FUCK YOU THORNS. I'LL GET YOU! He let out a primal war scream (that upped his defense by 5 points) and barelled into the thorns! They dug into his little body, poking and pricking at him, tearing away little tufts of downy, fluffy fur. He yipped and squealed as he got caught up, hanging on a thorny branch as it poked into his ribs and belly before he freed himself and tumbled head over heels forward, into more thorns of course. He squealed, but more out of rage than pain. [c]
(18:19:37) Yusef nose shoved into the dirt and those tiny little paws dug. At least the soil was tilled and soft and easy for those tiny, stubby little claws and toes to move away. He buried his face into the soil, bobbing, before he came back up with the far too large chunk of meat in his mouth. He could barely actually hold it! But he shook his head wildly, growling a little and giving those tiny little yips of delight. LOOK WHAT I CAUGHT. LOOK. LOOK WHAT I DID. At which point he realized he was still trapped by thorns. But hey, he made it in, he could make it out. "UFF UFF UFF UFF!" He war-cried again and tried to bulldoze his way through them, rolling out of theother side of the little obstacle course. Covered in scratches and dirt, thorns still clinging to him, sticking into him. Little patches of fur missing (they'd grow back), and his ear-stubs having begun to bleed again, having been torn open by the wild headbutting. [c]
(18:22:34) Yusef dragged the meat over to Vad and swung it around in front of him, bouncing up and down until a little peice tore off and slithered down his throat. He hacked for a moment, coughed, but then blinked in surprise. Hey. Hey that tasted pretty good! He tried to tear little chunks from it, growling lightly. Bloody, dirty, thorny... Yup. Seemed like a perfect play date.
(18:40:30) Cinnema was wary of this 'test' Vad had made up, but focus swapped to Drak when he tensed, small silly smile in response. Her head would tilt slightly at his proffered question as she stood there next to him. "Well, no.." She'd been wondering when they would be, though, annoying things that tugged on her teats all the time. It hurt sometimes, man. She was hardly surprised when he decreed that they would learn to earn and eat solid foods now, and she'd shrug slightly as her gaze slid away. "Alright." She'd agreed to the conditions that they lived.. And didn't want to deal with consequences if she broke said agreement. Aka probable death. Cin would watch only briefly as she was given a passing lick and Drak went to look for the other woman in their pack, her gaze being captured by the mess of thorns on the ground and the meat buried beneath. Sitting herself down, she rolled her eyes at Vad's response to her question, muttering a calm, "Of course," in sarcastic comment. The outburst of (c)
(18:40:40) Cinnema- attempted intimidation of the thorns made a slight smirk cross over her face. Oh dear lord what was wrong with this kid. She outright stared as her purple-eyed child made his determined way through the mess, as if ignoring the barriers in his way and reaching his prize. She probably wouldn't have admitted it, but..she might be slightly impressed. If any of the pups survived to grow up, no doubt they'd be the strongest of their siblings. And most corrupt. She'd lower her head slightly, tilting head, looking down at Yusef. "Good job," she'd say in a soft voice, offering..encouragment.. Because she could damn well talk to and influence her children if she wanted to! She freaking birthed them, poor Vad if he reprimanded her for encouraging this monsterous behavior.. Regardless she'd turn to see progress with the other two over there near Nida's corner if only just to see what all was going on currently. (e)
(19:14:20) Zodiak: hadn't slept well that night, each time he drifted into slumber, flashes of the days events seemed to jump out and strike at him. Drak tearing into his face, Nida being injured,....vad...and all his unfortunate deeds. The last seeming to repeat itself a little more than zod would have liked. Drak's summon is what stirred him to action. He rose slowly and stiff muscles would stretch. A numbing pain resided in his neck and he half shaked; the full thing being a little too painful. A sigh was released before he headed over, observing and listening with mild interest. He wasn't really depressed, just sore. Eyes scanned for nida, where was she? He hadn't seen her since...well since she was knocked unconcious, the events that took place following being too overwhelming for him to think to search for her before he'd headed back to the den. Guilt washed over him and he sniffed at the ground, eyes keeping watch on the others hoping he wasn't noticed[c]
(19:14:34) Zodiak: he really wanted to be invisible right now. Drak spoke of the pups and their eating. He huffed they could starve for all he cared. Zodi was done risking his and nida's life for those devil spawn. When all was said and done he took notice to drak trailing off and he wondered if he were looking for the same thing--nida. Zodi's eyes followed ahead of drak, his path leading to, of course, the one wolf who's well being weighed heavy on his mind. He lifted himself and slowly--cautiously-- moved toward their location, posture low for not only the sake of not being attacked, but head was low to avoid strain on throat and tail was low to cuishion raw buttocks. God he wasn't gonna shit right for a week. He kept a distance from them and Zodi watched at nida's reaction to drak, tilting his head, what was that all about?[d]
(19:18:39) Drakov: Pale male paused mid-motion at the fat little tyke going at it like nobodies business. It humored him to no end, but no! Head shook, and his path continued to Nida. Whome which offered an unexpected response. Headbutt was met with a scraping of teeth across her skull what with niether one of them neccessarily moving that fast. It simply left canines gliding through her flesh. Enough to draw some blood but nothing that extreme. Slick skull prevented a solid hold, so her series of licks and freakish .... affections?! Submission?! The concept of either wasn't neccessarily that facinating, so much as the idea of her doing it after what had occured. He'd kinda just came to the conclusion they all had a tendancy to hold grudges, to which wouldn't dwindle without a few days cool-down time.[c]
(19:24:34) Drakov: But apparently that wasn't the case. Smart. No need to thrash around her face and force her into public. Lip curled a tad at her licking, a momment allowed before maw parted to clasp around her muzzle. Shockingly not the same violent hold he usually had, and then he released. PFFT. Go figure. Zod's presence caused gaze to linger to the corner of his eyes, attempting to decipher who was inching there way closer. Oh goodie. We could get this done in one foul swoop! With a wag of that nub, body shuffled backwards, rump settling to the earth in calm neutral stance. Clearly allowing for the tan boytoy to finally have his momment. "I assume ve are at an understanding now?" What was this? How many strikes? It was a miracle they hadn't been killed that last go around. "Sadly, your punishment is still due. Can't 'ave you all sinking buttering up in time will save'you from discipline." Nono. That wouldn't be good at all. It sent the message that sucking up allowed you to get away with [c]
(19:30:16) Drakov: shit. And that was most certainly not the case! Though, there 'punishments' were .. for the most part all Nida's fault. Frankly, all would be well with only her suffering, but!! With how Zod liked to come to her rescue, well.. He found it only appropriate that he be submitted to the same thing as his wanna-be woman. Atleast once this was all said and done, assuming the two didn't retort and lash out again.. Things would be FINE AND DANDY! Simple and sweet! They'd be allowed together, and off his BEAT list until something else arised. "Vill you accept it? --" Words cut off as if they were meant to continue, which.. Honestly he didnt need to speak, either coming willingly or get torn up and forced. He was giving them the opportunity to make a wise choice though, yea?! That was nice of him.[e]
(20:23:51) Vadimir jerked his head toward Cinn in agreement. He could hear her sarcasm, but hell if he cared! As long as she said what he wanted to hear, that's all he cared about. Deep bass growl emenated from barrel chest as he watched the child struggle toreach the food. Ahh, the urge to spear the little runt onto the antler was so hard to bear. But he'd give him a fair shake. Because having your kid get throttled by thorns is totally fair. When Yusef returned victorious, and Cinn decided the child was deserving of praise. Vadimir would huff and give a terse nod. Indeed, he did do good. No need to actually vocalize. Give too much fluffs, and the little bastard was liable to get fat and lazy. Pups were already overly plump as it was, how that had been achieved, he couldn't fathom. But hell if he was about to let his children turn into a giant fatasses eating them out of house and home. While he'd allowed Yusef to take a taste of the meat, Vadimir was quick to pull the rest of the meat out of the [c]
(20:29:11) Vadimir pup's reach. "Gud, now. Dow it again. Und zis time, be quicker." Let the rascal get the hang of it, then progressively make the task more and more arduous. Zodi's appearance earned a flicker of eyes as attention momentarily fell upon him. He looked positively awful... rump wiggled in joy. Made his fuckability go up by ten. Ahh, but he had a job to do right now. Besides, Drak needed Zod and Nida for their own personal training. Hmm... come to think of it. "Cinn, come here pleaze?" HOH SHIT HE SAID THE P WORD. Mostly because he wasn't really thinking. Just acting, and as the thought crossed his mind, he was quick to work on it and master it to his needs. Should Cinn heed him he'd motion with the antler toward Yusef. "Zould brat need me handlink zose two, make zure..." Uh... wtf was this kids name? Had they even gone about the ritual of naming? Vadimir looked toward Cinn, expecting her to fill the gap. If she didn't, he'd shrug and continue, [c]
(20:30:53) Vadimir"Ze child doez not eat until he haz dug up all ze meat." After yesterday there was little reason to think that either Nida or Zod would be dum enough to cross either of them again. But he was a paranoid piece of shit, so he wasn't taking any chances. (f)
(20:37:47) Nida got a few nicks to the forehead to add to her stupid collection, no big deal here. Her tongue caressed over the male's muzzle, wrinkling from the curl of lips to reveal his teeth, coming down to sandwich her face in it. Nida stills her body for a couple of moments to assess the situation and let her mind play catch up, see the sequence of events that were to be issued. Her gaze befell Zod showing up to investigate, her ears flapping back flat against her head. Great. Her tail brace tighter between her legs- so far, so good. However, the options Drakov gave .. were balked at with dull sterness befitting the emotions surging through her presently. And here Nida thought the head-bashing was to instill in her mind it was none her business to intercept, ho ho ho. That, and the lesson had been paid in full. Manipulation working at its finest, she suppose. Punishment punishment punishment .. he kept bringing that up .. fuuuuuu, but .. " What is it?"An ear flick toward the backdrop (c)
(20:38:10) Nida (c) providing sound and tuned in to that, being half observant, as the rest was focused on Drak in case he spoke. (d)
(20:41:32) Yusef barked as the meat was dragged away from him. WHAT? HIS DELICIOUS TROPHY! He looked so very cross! He whined a little, wrinkling his dirty little nose until he realized there was still noms buried. He narrowed one eye at Vadimir,turning away slowly as if to say 'I'm watching you, bub' before braving the thorns again. This time he knew what to do. He scrambled in, dug out another chunk of meat, but this time he tried to eat it all before Vad could take it away. Key word being tried. His tiny mouth wasn't exactly very good at chewing yet.
(20:55:11) Cinnema would have walked over to where Vad was at his request, and surprising please!, tilting head gently and listening to his words. What was his pause for?.. Oh no, the kids hadn't yet been named. Hm. She'd nod and look over to where Yusef was going at getting another piece of meat. And trying to eat it all so quick. That probably wouldn't end well if he managed to get a bunch and choke. With quick strides she'd walk over regardless if Vadimir was preoccupied, snatching it away from him with likely ease. No, kid, dad said you can't, so. Sucks for you. Cin was merely obeying and trying to resist from getting herself beat like the other two! And, again, she'd agreed to circumstances. Not that she was a great mother anyway, she was pretty negligent so far. Taking a step to toss the meat aside and out of immediate reach, she'd accidently step upon one of the thorns and give a bark of surprise and pain. Damn it Vad. With a grumble she'd set to sit and work to pull the thing from her foot (c)
(20:55:18) Cinnema- with careful teeth. Gdi. (e)
(21:13:01) Zodiak was rather suprised when drak positioned to a sit. hmm... something was up. He'd glance to nida, tail unfurling from his belly to drift side to side like a pendulum before abruptly stopping. Nope that hurt too. A puzzled expression played across his face at her reaction to him. Single derpy ear twisting back and head lowering as his gaze shifted to drak. More punishment? The embers burned within but alas no fire was started. Zodi only figured the punishment he'd gotten yesterday--BOTH punishments-- had been satisfactory. Apparently not. Drak asked him to agree to terms. Zodi had no idea what he was talking about. Agree to more punishment? Suuuuuurrree, let me just sign my life away so you can beat and rape me till i'm dead. To say the events from the previous day had changed zodi was an understatement. Thoughts he'd never fathom now swireled through his head like a virus. He'd dreampt of things beyond that of what happened with vad, things he'd never mention nor admit.[c]
(21:13:12) Zodiak: He'd dreampt of blood and death, and tossing the little shit pup that tried to hump him across the den site. But those were only dreams right? He'd slowly lower his rump to the ground, moving to speak but feeling the tugging pain and the gurgle of leftover fluid in his lungs. Zodi sighed, gaze meeting with draks before he'd dip his muzzle as if to say 'yea fine' before looking over to nida, wanting nothing more than to hobble over to her.[d]
(21:33:00) Drakov: Gaze fluttered from one figure to the other, waiting oh so patiently. Drak could be a chill guy, now that he knew he'd gotten his point across. Normally not one to bother explaining things, because.. Frankly he didn't give a single fuck, he decided to give them the courtesy of filling in the gaps there minds couldn't seem to fathom. "Your beatings were for fighting me. Nossing more. Your punishment for intervening in zey little shits lessons vill be you taking there place." Oh so casual was he. Punishment to fit the crime! Skull tilted towards the river's general direction, a.. Welp! Let's get the butt woopins over with so we can get on with our lives. His expression and tone read as such! Gaze would shift to Vad, whome would be given a look suggestive of needing his assistance.[c]
(21:34:55) Drakov: Though, he'd hoped it wouldn't be required.. He knew darn good and well if he befell the punishment to come he wouldn't be sitting still through it! But that didn't matter, pfftt. With that same pep in his step, Drak would lead the merry band to the river, assuming the duo didn't tuck tail and run for the fucking hills of course. Such a response would be dealt with accordingly. [e]
(22:05:28) Vadimir gave Cinn the antler, smiling at her winningly. Like bam, look how awesome this was. She was getting a chance to be the honorary butt-poker! Wasn't that awesome? It was like being the stick-holder with a pinata! That's what puppies were, right? Squishy pinatas filled to the brim with internal goodies. When she seemed good, (her squeal of pain went completely unheard,) Vad turned just as Drak began to speak of Zod and Nida's punishments. So far, he loved the sound of it. Even before brother gazed in his direction Vadimir was on his way there, head cocking with a cocky smile. Yeah, he was here and ready to choke a bitch should either display some dumb as hell resistance. Mind, Vad was unwilling to kill Zod. He hadn't had a ass that tight in way too long, and the pups were still far too small to even consider sticking his weewee in any of them. But if Zodi fucked himself over, Vadimir wasn't about to coddle or excuse him. He'd been given chance after chance to reform, and he still [c]
(22:09:04) Vadimir still decide to cause trouble. So now, it was time to pay his dues, or fade into oblivion. What would they choose? Vad would breath down both their necks, black lips peeling back as ears lowered, no sound beyond the in and out rush of air as he breathed upon them. Silent dare hung in the air. Do what they wanted and suffer the consequences of their actions thus far, or disobey, and suffer the consequences now. The difference? Not that damn much. Except that one provided a slightly greater chance of survival than the other. Metaphorical knuckle cracks sounded over the area as Vad flexed his jaws, ready to assist the two down to the river, or mow them down where they stood. So far so good, neither seemed wanting to get brutall murdered. Hopefully with any luck, it'd stay that way! [f]
(22:20:35) Nida gave a incredulous look. Fighting Drakov? She did not fight back, but only sought to mitigate her wounds when she took and endured through the beating. Turns out .. she'd be taking more of that. Crazy sadist. Nida glances over to where Zod is and offers a hopeful but feeble look; kind of sucks, to .. y'know, be subjected to punishment they didn't really deserve in the first place. If only Yury were here .. Head hung, heart and feet heavy, and a sigh elicited, she reluctantly - and with great emphasis on this word here, too - shuffles off toward the river, tail and ears tucked. Didn't help Vad was here to oversee everything went accordingly without a hitch -- that's fabulous, just fabulous. Her expression tarts with a sour look in her face. Fml.
(22:23:50) Yusef huffed, getting increasingly annoyed. Y U KEEP TAKING AWAY MY NOMS, HUH? He huffed and yipped in annoyance, before deciding he knew exactly what he was going to do. He turned back to the thorns....and began to attack them! Or..he tried, anyway. It was both somewhat comical, and rather impressive, to see him fighting so valiantly. All your fault! Stupid..thorny..things! I hate you! GRAWRRARWARWRLL. He tired himself out after a while, though, plopping down in front of the semi-destroyed brambles and glaring at them, panting. I'll get you next time!
(22:50:43) Cinnema finally managed to get the thorn out of her paw, and she looked briefly away at the departing party as they headed off to the river. She was slightly curious as to what he meant by the mentioned lesson, but, really? Didn't care all that much. All this time around the Russians, she was about 80% corrupt, 5% sass, 5% sarcasm, and 10% confusing life choices. Things had certainly changed a lot. Gaze shifted to her child who was now thrashing the prickly plant like no tomorrow. She rolled her eyes at him, letting out a small sigh as she played with the antler which rested between her paws. "Did you get all the food yet?" she'd ask almost disinterestedly. "Or you don't eat." Cin's green eyes gazed at the child for a moment before shrugging. Her head would turn to see if the others were out of sight yet before laying down, avoiding pricking herself again. "If not, you could come here and I could make those cuts feel a little better." Make sure he didn't have thorns stuck in him or anything.
(23:10:26) Zodiak's gaze shifted to the approach of vad, a gaze that quickly shifted away as soon as beast was noticed. Frame adjusted his seated position so tail would tuck back under rump as to protect booty from further invasions. He'd stiffen as creature breathed it's toxic fumes on his neck. Brush much? He'd remain posted like a soldier at boot camp, gaze locked on the dirt. Drak's words didn't elicit any eager response. He'd only fought him because...-- gaze momentarily shifted to nida. He didn't blame her, no, he blamed himself. Everything that had happened to her was because of him. Zodi was feeling rather guilty. As drak moved toward the river, zod slowly rose and followed suit with Nida. A quick glance was sent behind him at vad. Just checking...paranoid. He'd then press forward to catch up to the girl, matching strides and leaning to press against her as they walked. He'd try to meet her gaze from the corner of his eye and a soft, whisper of a whine escaped. I'm sorry!
(23:18:03) Drakov: Once the gang arrived at the river, Drak turned in place. A quick suggestive glance given to Vad, flicking to Zod. A clear. You can handle him. And before anyone knew it, Drak's teeth snapped out at Nida. Clasping as high up her scruff as he could, preferably the base of her skull but it honestly didn't matter. With a twist of jaws he'd move her like a puppet so that she lacked a stable stance, and would guide the woman into the waters. Once deep enough, down she went! Head forced under, as shoulder rammed into hers. Attempting to shove the girl down on her side opposite the direction he was holding her head. Awkward as fuck and hard to fight against, what with his weight holding her in this position. No more saving the puppies, ya hear? Cuze if you do you'll drown instead! [c]
(23:20:35) Drakov: Girl would be kept submerged until he found it suitable to reveal air to her once more. Likely not until she was on the verge of not moving anymore. Hohum. As if that wasn't bad enough, once he'd finally released her he'd give a lick to the girls cheek. Run along now and play. jk more like run and hide. Which she assuridly did. Back to her shadowy nook. ZOD'S TURN. It was assumed Vad had tended to the yearling boy, but if not Drak hadn't a single issue doing it himself. Regardless, they'd both be recieving the same discipline. Afterall, Nida was the only one meant to be punished from the get go. But the boy choice to get involved, and it resulted in her injury as well. Now he had to share in her original punishment. Keep things fair ya know? Drak was a fair guy. Yea. Sure.[e]
(23:49:17) Zodiak stopped a few paces earlier than Nida at the bank, eyes locked on the vast blue that lay before him. Oh no...no no not good not good. Drinking and swimming were two very different things and the thought of swimming only brought on the darkness that clouded his mind. The water, although mildly still (despite the ripplets created by drak and nida) seemed to rush. It picked up it's pace until the water was roaring and no other sounds were heard. The boy, to the others, would appear zombie-like; standing in place with a trance sort of gaze. His vision was fading, the halucinations getting stronger as peripheral vision slowly crept in like a gray fog. --zodi, zodi honey...-- And there it was, stage 5 of crazy. The voice, the same unknown voice he'd been hearing since he could remember. It always said the same thing 'You'll be safe', he never really understood it but it only seemed arise around water. [c]
(23:49:33) Zodiak: Pup was snapped back to reality as he was scruffed. Teeth bared out of surprise and body stiffened. No he couldnt, there was no way there had to be something else, ANYTHING else. Frankly he'd rather take it in the butt again before he'd wilingly go into the water. Zods stiffened body was sure to make things difficult for the brothers, he didn't writhe or bite, he was just frozen like stone. With expected effort, however, he'd be plunged into the blue. Chest collapsed as he gasped, wounds burning from the cold contact. He flailed in a panick, he had to get out, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't swim... just like the dreams. Bubbles erupted as zodi, in his panic, cried out beneath the water's surface. sorry bud, no one can hear you under there.[c]
(23:49:44) Zodiak: What seemed like an eternity in hell ended when his head peaked above the water. He'd gasp and scramble to the edge, stumbling over his paws and collapsing on the bank to leave hinds still dangling in the water. He pushed himself up and out, shaking violently before retreating to a safe distance from the water. Boy would stand in place, chest heaving in and out, body trembling. Fear was a bitch.[d]
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