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Post by Drakov on May 4, 2015 0:13:29 GMT
Sibling Rivalry
Popov remained firmly attached to Cinemma's teat at every opportunity. Despite the fact that Drakov insisted he be starved, mother and son snuck in feeding time when the demanding daddy was not looking. Today was no exception to that rule, as the little lardass hid under mommy's tail. Not exactly prime real estate, but it kept him away and apart from the others. Not unsocial, but far more of a wait-and-see watcher than active participant, Popov had seen each pup come back from their interaction with the Marines missing parts and pieces of their tiny pup bodies. Ears had been ripped off, tails had been removed, and each youngster had been submerged and sunk in the river like a rock that refused to skip across to the opposite bank. Not him. But that tactic wouldn't last forever.
Yusef was the original fucking gangsta today. So he felt, anyway. He returned to the den, soaked to the bone. He had decided, after a good nap, to follow up on daddy's original orders, and had swam in the river for as long as he could. Then he'd rested on the riverbank in the shallow water for a while, and now he was on his way back to the den to do those laps he was told to do! Maybe they'd go out again and he could get...whatever that sort of wiggly thing was. Maybe. It looked a little scary....But that wouldn't stop him! Not one bit! He marched towards the den, holding his earless little head up high. Oddly enough, he didn't look like a drowned rat, but instead he finally resembled a little wolf. His tummy growled, but he could eat after practice! ...And a nap. However, he still had yet to actually interact with many of his siblings outside of 'move the fuck over this is my nip', so when he caught sight of SOMEONE hiding behind the poof that was mama, he narrowed his eyes.
Popov contented himself with chewing on Cinemma's tail. Most of the time, the mother was too exhausted to remove the appendage from her son's mouth, but today one quick whack across the nose was enough to end the playtime torture. With a snort of displeasure, the little lardass removed himself from his hiding place...only to discover he was being watched. Shit! That was the one who took the brunt of their other daddy's abuse. He was rather gross looking, wasn't he? No ears or tail. Almost as alien-esque as Drakov was. Rather than retreat, which might have shown cowardice, the boy perked his own ears forward in apparent curiousity...and maybe just a little bit of smug "I have ears and you don't."
Yusef stared at him for a long moment, before making his way over....then proceeding to tackle him to the floor and attempt to bite off those perky ears, just like he did to Babs. The fuck is with you little lardasses starin' at me, huh?! HUH?! YOU GONNA CRY? I'LL GIVE YOU SOMETHIN' TO CRY ABOUT! He growled, going to dig his teeth into his brother's ears or head or face, just anywhere on that smug, puffy little body.
Popov had only ever encountered Drakov's abuse. And, with the size of his father, there was nothing much the boy could do. But this attack was different. He was the same size as his opponent. After that quick assessment, the little lardass chose an entirely new strategy and actually fought back for once! Sticking his paws straight up -- all four of them -- Popov likely sacrificed his front two, ready for them to be shredded to ribbons, while drumming his brother in the gut with the hind two. Kick, kick! Shrieking and squealing (something that was far less intimidating than the war cry his father may approve of), the pup pinned his ears back, trying to keep them out of reach of his jealous sibling.
Yusef's war cry had slowly become more and more 'manly' as he continued to use it. Of course, he had not only endured Drakov's decidedly miserable punishments, but had also taken whatever abuse Vadimir had thrown at him, AND Zodi. He practically roared, and moved to sink his teeth into those flailing forepaws, grasping at a front leg. With a snarl and a huff, he suddenly thrusted his own forepaws down into the ground and threw his whole head and upper body back, with all intentions of effectively throwing his sibling either over his head or tossing him to the side. If this didn't work, however, and he ended up simply yanking the gluttonous one to the side, he would raise his limbs and, mocking what he'd seen the adults do, try to wrap them around his head and neck and grapple him to the ground, trying to sink his teeth into the top of his skull.
Popov attempted to hook his claws into Yusef's gums with every bite. Tit for tat. However, the familiar sensation of thrown momentum -- which Drakov used most often when tossing his children around like chew toys -- only triggered the usual response. Releasing every bit of tension in his body, the fatass went all dead weight mid-throw. With any luck, he'd land right on Yusef, planting himself like a pat of butter on a thick stack of pancakes. Should the boy surprise everyone with this successful (and equally lazy) strategy, he would then proceed to punish his sibling for picking a fight in the first place...and let loose the worst smelling dog fart the Cascades had ever experienced. Yep, a heavy diet of mother's milk would certainly do that to you.
Yusef needed food. NEEDED food. Then the poot. His nose wrinkled, and with a sudden bout of strength, he raised himself up and san his little teeth right between his brothers' legs. Yeah, he saw the adults do it, he could do it too.
Zodiak lumbered slowly back toward the den, mouth preoccupied with a few newly caught hares. He was getting better at catching them, and knew the pups starvation didn't have to be an option. He'd bring the food and they'd have to work for it. That is, until they learned to hunt for themselves, which zodi knew wouldnt be far off if daddies got their way. Bulky boy paused as he reached the opening, head tilting at the ongoing battle that ensued between two of the kiddos. Great so hungry they're trying to kill themselves. He'd press forward in their direction, eyes narrowing at the flatulant display of the one pup. Teeth would bare, still grasping flesh, and he'd shake his head side to side. Making the possible meal obvious to the children. He'd set them down beside him, snatching one to drop between the pups and himself, and with a snarl he spoke, "Winner takes it" then with a gruff he'd step back and plop down in the dirt, snatching a hare for himself to tear at while he watched.
Popov yowled as Yusef sank his teeth into the hyper sensitive muscle between his legs. Thank Fenris his testicles had not dropped yet, or the poor bastard might have spent the rest of his life as a eunuch. This near loss of his undeveloped manhood the exact incentive necessary to really open up a can of whoop ass, the boy attempted to crush his brother's head between those fatty thighs. That is, until Zodiak showed up. Kicking his sibling, it was clear by the lack of severity in those drumming feet that his intent was not to harm, but rather to alert him that something was far more important than fighting. Food.
Yusef growled and snarled and may have even worried his head from side to side. He knew there was food there, you fat motherfucker! He sank his teeth in a little deeper before letting go and grabbing at his gassy, fat sibling's tail, and with a little snarl, began to drag him! Holy shit, you fat motherfucker, what the fuck have you been doing? Drinking butter?! But no. This was fine. He could do this. He COULD and WOULD pull this lardass. Weight training begins now. That said and done, he began to drag him -towards- the discarded hare!
Zodiak ripped past the furr of the rabbit into its gullet where he'd procede to extract vital organs, tossing them up and snapping them between jaws like some furred alligator. He'd pause, tongue flicking across his lips as he watched the one pup seem to falter at the hands of the mini drak. Eyes followed the kids as they moved closer to the hare, teeth would bare and a low, heavy growl would echo from his throat. A warning for them to not try anything stupid. The scars that lined his face--now healed-- and his missing ear were a proof that he wasn't playing. Boy wasn't about to get torn up even more over some pups that were not his. He'd keep eye contact with the two runts before turning attentions back to his own meal, tugging out a string of innards to knaw on. yumm.
Popov had one motivation in this short life of his, and it was food. Yusef's pulling and tugging was rended useless as the fat fuck sprung to his feet and rocketed towards the mess Zodiak was making. Remember those old Acme cartoons where the dog is yanked by a collar and he literally bends in half due to the momentum? Imagine that. Faster than a flabby locomotive, the boy proved to his brother and everyone else that he could certainly move that lardass of his, given the right incentive. Hells bells, could you imagine what he might be capable of given the proper motivation? With his sibling likely still stubbornly clasped and clinging to his backside, Popov came to a screeching halt underneath the raining entrails that Zodiak didn't manage to cram into his scarred mouth the first time around. Prancing about in the dripping blood, the youngster appeared delightfully homicidal, even sociopathic in what little care he gave towards hygiene in this moment. My! He tasted delicious!
Yusef didn't bother trying to get the 'raining' entrails. He grabbed the entire discarded hare, picked it up, and began to make his way back to the den because fuck you, you could have leftovers but this is mine.
Zodiak chewed happily on his intestines, juices and partially digested foods squirting out each time he bit down, making quite the mess. Upon swallowing the section he'd been working on, fat pup was noticed 'dancing' amongst the remains. Zodi lunged parted jaws at the pup with a heavy bark, aiming to grasp overtop his middle. Success in this act would leave him to apply ample bite pressure. It was not so much to puncture skin but enough get his point across. Peripherals caught the sight of the other pup taking the opportunity to steal the prize. God damn pups are they thick in the head?! Zodi snarled, other pup still in grasp before he'd lift the fat one and toss him to the side where they had been fighting. He then lunged toward yus and considering his size to the pups, it didn't take long for him to catch up. He'd move to snatch him by the scruff, if he missed teeth would lock onto some other portion of his body (back, ass, tail, w/e). Boistrous growl would be set forth and he shook his head the way he'd shaken it when he held the rabbits with two intentions. The first was to release the rabbit from his grip, and the second was to inflict appropriate punishment as his father would have--actually what he did seemed like a light pop on the wrist compared to what drak or vad would have done. Consider yourself lucky kid. After several moments of shaking and hopefully the release of the rabbit zodi would toss him in the direction of sibling, aiming to make the two collide before barking loudly to gain their attention, Lips curling to bare incisors "EARN IT" He snapped, before picking up the prize and returning to his post.
Yusef refused to drop the rabbit. RE-FUCKING-FUSED. The only reason the rabbit slipped from his jaws was because a chunk of flesh was sucessfully torn away, and he swallowed that shit down like water. He didn't yelp or cry out as he was thrown, and he hit the ground and slid, rolling back to his feet as his hind end knocked into Poppy. Almost immediately, his face contorted into an expression that did not seem quite right on a youngling--rage and disgust. His nose and muzzle wrinkled, eyes narrowing as his lips peeled back to show those bloody, tiny glinting little daggers set in those pale pink gums. The fur on his hackles rose and, perhaps for the first time ever, he felt a white-hot, burning fury well up inside him. He'd felt anger, determination, stubborness, pride, annoyance...but never had he felt such burning, violent fury. Yusef looked, for a moment, as if he were going to attack Zod. But instead, he turned around sharply towards Poppy and grabbed his brother by the tail. The forming muscles in his neck and shoulders bulged--It seemed all of these things that Drak and Vad had been doing to him didn't simply go to waste-- and violently, harshly and suddenly, he jerked his head and upper body back, pressing his paws to Poppy's rump. CCRRAAACCCKK. Sqquueeellcchhh. Pop! He glared then, and turned his head back towards Zod, Poppy's tail squarely in his mouth...but no longer attached to that lardass butt. Without further adieu, he spit the now-detached tail out on the ground in front of Poppy, and then, stiff-legged, began to make his way back to the hare. FUCK YOU. EARN THAT.
Popov panicked as Zodiak picked him up and pressured him. In Drakov's jaws, punishment was clear. But in this instance, the poor bastard truly did not understand what their purpose. Was he being eaten? Sure, he tasted delicious, but the rabbit was right there! Eat that, eat that! The pup squealed and shrieked like a gutted pig. If there was one thing this lardass needed to learn quickly it was this: the loudest oinker was often the first sent to the slaughter house. He might have been a fat slab of pork, but he was far from stupid. Well...maybe a little bit stupid. The next events played out as though the young boy were a passive bystander rather than an active participant. Once he had been dropped by Zodiak, the male's attention focused on Yosef, Popov army crawled back over the entrails and proceeded to stuff his face. That is, until his brother was flung against his backside, and proceeded to take a pound of flesh out of Popov's ass. Literally. Pain split up his spine, but -- thanks to Drakov -- pain was seen only as a way of getting his attention. So he turned to see what had happened and...his tail! With a gasp...the pup descended upon his detached appendage and began chewing on it! Staring up at Yosef with starry eyes, Poppy yapped happily as if to say: I have been trying to catch that damn thing forever! Oi vei. Maybe Zodiak was right. WTF was wrong with these kids?!
Zodiak's eyes narrowed at the pup he'd just thrown. Stepping forward displaying his own fear-striking expressions--at least what would strike fear in any NORMAL child. Tail was tall and stiff, fur bristled all over his body and single ear pressed forward. Fangs had already been bared but a deep growl rumbled out. Try me, you little shit! He started to pace toward the two pups, eyes shifting to the pudgy one and narrowing as he noticed his crime. I'll deal with you later... Zodi paused as yus suddenly lunged at his sibling and proceded to rip spinal extension from rump. Oh shit. Head lifted and zod looked a tad shocked at the display, then again his parents did the same shit all the time. In tune with the mini drak, zodi moved back to the rabbit, snarling as he approached. One more lesson. Before the kid could claim his prize zod would move to snap jaws over his muzzle/face, gripping tightly so that any struggle would tear flesh. He growled, holding position for a moment before releasing the pup "Test me again and I wont be so nice..." he grumbled before picking up the hare and tossing it to his feet. Attentions then turned to the other pup who happily gnawed on his own tail. He'd move to him and nipped at his rump, planting a couple licks to collect the blood that exited from wound. He growled and stood beside him, gaze looking down at him "what are you going to do for yours? or are you content in chewing your own ass while your brother feasts?" The comment was almost mocking, an attempt to stir emotions and bring the pup to action. Whether he'd attempt to steal his brother's prize or proceed with another assult on him, zodi would be content in his actions.
Yusef GROWLED like a little hellion when Zod had the nerve to bite his head. One day that'll be you. Just wait. He devoured all he possibly could of the hare, until his head and shoulders were drenched in blood, at which point he seemed to have calmed down and he turned to peer over his shoulder at Poppy. After a moment, he picked up the hare remnants and carried them towards his brother, and then dropped them onto his head. Here. You get this because now I am your god, and I am a benevolent god. But a jealous one. Serve me and only me and you will do well in your endeavors. Betray me, and your eyes go next.
Popov stared up at Zodiak with a look of extreme satisfaction. What did he need food for? He ate when he was bored, and he wasn't bored anymore! However, the boy was not so foolish as to look a gift horse in the mouth. So when Yosef trudged over and dropped his leftovers, an easy meal, before him, they were gone in an instant. Why else do you think the fat fuck had survived Drakov's starving? He ate when there was food available, so there would be stores available when the outside reserves ran dry. Slapping his tongue greedily over his blood soaked chops, a happy grunt was offered to his sibling. Seriously, you moron? Not so much as a peep of complaint over your lost tail? Nope! Yosef had done the impossible. He had caught his tail for him.
Zodiak watched the pups for a moment and sighed. These kids were just as nuts as their parents. He watched as mini drak brought his leftovers to the pup and snorted watching the other eat the remains. "The one who does not earn his food is weak and will fall among the ranks of the pack" he growled, eyes focused on the fat one before shifting his gaze to the other. "much will be expected of you in time to come. You'd best prepare yourselves." the comment was directed to both of them, but moreso yus as zodi could tell he was favored by both fathers. he'd turn from the two to head back to the remaining hare and half hare he'd been eating, pausing to look over his shoulder at the pups. "Practice sparring more, you need to improve your tactics" he'd order before moving to grab the untouched hare and pad a few paces off to eat it, leaving the remains of the other behind.
Yusef had eaten his fill now, and watched as Poppy devoured what he had so graciously brought for him. However, he was not stupid, and the remains of the hare that Zod left were grabbed and dragged away--he would bury the meat somewhere, like daddy did. Bury it and save it for later! And once that was done, he would return to his chubby, now tail-less sibling, and boop his head delicately with a dirty paw. Yes. Good. This will work. |
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Post by Drakov on May 4, 2015 4:33:55 GMT
Work For It
Yusef walks over to the sleeping Vad, covered in blood--from himself, from Poppy, from the hare--and drops something before his father-- a tiny heart. He ate most everything from the hare, except what he gave to his new disciple, but no. He saved something for daddy. The heart of the hare. ACCEPT MY GRACIOUS GIFT. With that, he began to head back off to go practice his tracking, like Nida had been teaching him.
Vadimir was by no means sleeping. No, he was currently balancing a sizeable rock upon his snout. Had he gathered help, he would see to it that all his body would be littered with stones. Fighting prowess wasn't all about learning to tear into bitches. That was a decently large sum of it sure. But a goodly portion also concerned balance, precision, and patience. The last one Vadimir didn't really have for all occasions, but he could certainly manage when it counted. Namely, when it was time to deliver the smackdown. Eyes gazed forward, looking at nothing in particular. He rather focused inward, delving deep into his subconscious as he labored silently to figure out how and why. What was this change taking place within, and, more importantly. Did he want it to be so. When child ambled up to him, depositing a red organ which, on second glance, was confirmed to be a heart. With a definitive sigh he shook himself, allowing the rock to fall."Vot iz zis?" He rumbled, turning to eye his child acutely. He was smeared with gore. A most favorable color, and Vadimir nodded favorably to his child's taste. Lowering head he'd snap up the chunk of tender flesh, swallowing it whole while eyes continued to peer toward Yusef with a brooding aspect. Ahh, what to do. At the beginning of this all, he just wanted to eat all the babies. But now... now he didn't know what he wanted.
Zodiak had traveled back out after the afternoons lesson in search of more food. He'd fed the pups, now time to feed the adults. He needed something a little more filling than the rabbit snack for the adults. However, on his own finding something worthy was a bit difficult. He'd decided to take a distanced journy to the mountains and managed to tackle a rather fat old goat. Getting there had been rather easy but hauling the fatty back to the den had the yearling using muscles he didn't know he had. This was officially the largest thing he'd captured--raven had never taken him on large hunts so he practically lived of small game like rabbits and squirrels. There was a rather nice gash to his right side; just behind the elbow, where the beast got one over on him, but other than that he was good. Nostrils flared as he passed the riverbank, rounding the final stretch toward home. He dropped his catch for a moment, taking in a deep breath and sighing before grabbing it back up and dragging it toward the clearing. Eyes set upon vad and the lil one he'd been teaching that afternoon. He shuffled to him and dropped the goat with a thud, lowering his head to vads cheek, growling lowly before serving him with a couple licks to the ear. The affection may have been a suprise to the male but zod was grateful for the brothers, they'd helped him grow up and now it was his turn to pay them back. With that he stepped over the kill and padded a few steps away before plopping in the sand with a heavy huff. Hope your hungry.
Drov had been sleeping underneath the shade of a fallen log through-out a large portion of the day, however now that it was dusk the pale child started to push his head out into the dappled light. As he emerged from hiding, it was obvious that the pup was getting skinny, almost at the point of ravenousness when it came to food. As Zod came home with a goat he couldn't help himself but finally stir up from his resting place and show a little interest, his legs carrying him clumsily toward the two wolves and the dead carcass in front of Vad. He stopped about two feet away and huffed, inquisitively sniffing at the air before his stomach audibly showed interest, growling with need. He knew better than to charge up and take food from the large wolf, no matter how much he wanted to- the child looked away, ears down as his nose sniffed the air in search of anything else that could possibly fill his stomach, misleading blue eyes even hesitating to stop on his siblings before continuing on their sweep of the area.
Yusef paused, gazing over at the skinny, thinner sibling. He watched him scurry over to the goat, only to stare at it blankly. He turned, aborting his original quest and instead headed towards him. He huffed, letting out a soft 'boof'. You want noms? I want noms. You don't just stand and stare for noms. The blood-drenched youngling wasted no time in suddenly barrelling towards him, aiming to slam his skull into the poor siblings exposed ribcage. He was stronger than the others--he may not have been as fat and heavy as Poppy, but Poppy knew his place now. So did Bable. Hopefully, so did Dermo. But this one? He hadn't met this one. This one needed to learn his place too.
Dermo:. Since the days of starvation began, the hybrid of ebony 'n ivory had began to grow mentally different. Instead of the per-usual laid backness, his fluff-lined proportion was almost continually on the move, searching for a suitable substanance and/or anything that could fit through the wide spread of his jaws. Dirt, rocks, bugs, foliage-- ANYTHING in attempt to maintain the weighty baggage that was previously made to swing to 'n fro beneath his structure. Indeed, stomach's size had lessened greatly. To which caused reason to his present rage. At the moment, rodents and any small inhabitants within the den became ruthlessly assaulted. Infliction given by teeth and talons alike. However, success wasn't a common thing. With practice though, would come perfection! Hunting schemes ceased however when nostrils detected the stench of blood outside, sensative nasals twitching in response. A meal? Possibly easier to get than chasing these damned den vermin? Chellenge accepted. Already prepared food was possibly the ONLY thing that could summon the young tyrant forward into the light, as it did so currently. Within seconds the dude's less-fatty proportions were cast into the view of all outside, massive-atleast for his size-skull immediately snapping into the direction where the deceased goat lay. Nearest two brothers, one slightly familiar and one almost absent from memory aside during night hours. Gaze also favored both adults on scene, Zodi less, but regaurdless this only last a few moments. Food was his main attraction, and as tongue slipped from its moist confines to dot greedily at speckled lips, body was kicked into a progressive motion without hesitation. Right passed Yusef, Dermo would hope to walk. Nose pressed against the goat with jaws possessively spreading, of course, if no obstructions found their way between him and his quarry.
Vadimir watched Yusef pensively. So much thinking to do, over so many subjects. All pertaining to this odd family of theres, but still. It was an odd thing, having to consider in a form he'd previously reserved only for one. But little by little, he felt slightly less peeved by the prospect. Okay with it? Not exactly. But at least he was actually pondering it, rather than instant dismissiveness. Vocals readied to question the kid further, but before he could Zod waltzed in with a delicious dinner in tow. Vadimir shifted attentions to the meal and male alike, brows lifting in recognition. Paws lifted to bring him halfway, only to freeze when the yearling sought to offer affections to him. Whoa... what dafuq. Fur fluffed out momentarily, before flattening. Jaws parted to mouth upon Zodi's muzzle and cheek, returning growl low, mostly subdued. It was still... rather shocking. "Been vorking hard..?" He'd murmur to Zod's one good ear, voice an odd mix of curious, guarded, and... numb. yeah, a lot to get over in a reasonable span of time. Head would jerk around in surprise toward the pups. Yusef charged Drov, the intent to... show dominance, if he had to guess. WELP! Good for them. "Fight vell." He'd bark out, before looking to notice the slowly thinning figure of Dermo, trying to sneak a bite. Awww hell naw. Vadimir bolted toward the child, intent to capture his skull within his jaws. If successful Vad would shake him roughly, rasping out, "If you eat, you vork, like zose two." He'd turn in the direction of Zod and Yusef, before throwing/slamming the child into the tussle already in place. Battle royalle for food. He'd then step aside and watch the kid's progress, awaiting for the victors and losers. Vad was no pompous warlord. He'd fight his children for food as well, even as they fought each other. Fair's fair.
Zodiak remained rather calm as vad mouthed him back, ceasing his growl as the other male's began. No need to fight these happy growls. "of course" he replied, shifting to his position away from the goat as vads attention turned on the two fighting children. Zod turned his attentions momentarily to his wound, licking it gingerly before sitting up and looking to vad. "Two pups fed this afternoon" nose would crane to point towards yus, who he assumed vad would pick up on considering his much healthier state. "the other needs work...the..ah..fat pup" his head would shake in disproval "not very motivated" Eyes would shift back to the pups "That fiery one...He's something..." Gold star pup was locked into his sights but gaze was quickly detered as one of the malnourished kiddos made a bee-line for the kill. Lips curled and zodi snarled, but did nothing more as vad took care of the situation. He shifted to face the pups becoming a spectator of sorts, every now and then curving over on his side to lick at continually bleeding wound.
Drov. Blue eyes were still searching hopelessly for something lurking around the den that he could chew, until those burgundy tipped ears perked upright, keen to the sound of running footsteps. He was just turning his head to look in the direction of Yusef as his body stiffened, impacted before he could even turn around completely. The smaller pup would react with an immediate growl, his mouth opening to snap viciously at his attacker as paws scrambled to get back underneath his body and get him on his feet once the pup had knocked him to his side. He was hungry and in no mood for this little display of dominance from his older brother. He snapped at his brother in adrenalized violence, claws of his feet digging into the soil beneath him to grip their way into stable footing as he pushed against the ground to compete with the weight of his brother and get him back on his feet. Needles for puppy teeth would attempt to bite at his brother's shoulder, and then neck- whichever his teeth landed on until he could get a tight enough grip to help pull his weight up even more, using his brother's body to help pull his own upright. His mind wasn't focused on anything other than his assailant, missing the other pup walk past them entirely. However, it was quite impossible not to finally regard him as Vad started to lecture him and then throw him into the mix. Drov was torn away from Yusef due to the sudden appearance of Dermo's body, however in his current frenzied state that didn't cause him to hesitate at all when it came to regaining composure trying to latch his jaws on to Dermo's face and push it into the ground.
Yusef's form was hit with Dermo's flying weight. His paws scrabbled and slid through the dirt. Pah. Tiny puppy teeth? Nothing. He had suffered more than that. The pain now was minimal--it barely registered. However, he watched the starving one try to sink his teeth into Dermo's face. OY. YOU. THATS MINE. He leaped forward with all intentions of sinking his jaws into the side of Drov's neck and throat. He was not the largest pup--but he was, by far, the strongest. His jaws held real force behind them now--at least, compared to another pup of his age. He wasn't really trying to protect Dermo, but rather, he felt that Drov was attempting to assert himself over something that belonged to -him-. And no no, he simply couldn't stand for that! if he managed to find the proper purchase, would begin to apply pressure. He saw the adults do it, to Nida, what seemed like forever ago. And now it was his turn to try. They had been trying to teach him to hunt, and this wasn't prey...but it could be good practice. He, unlike Drov, was not in an aggression-induced frenzy. He was not starving. He was simply annoyed.
Dermo:. Just as parched lips made a successful connection against the sides of the crimson-stained meal, a pressure was felt upon the hellion's dog-influenced skull that was not at all pleasant, causing throat to produce a sound so violent that even he himself was surprised. How dare one, no matter how large, disrupt the beast's feeding! Inner demon quickly released. However; There was little to no response that could really be made as limbs dangled in a hellward stretch, body tossed in the next moment, and made to venture a short distance through the air. Thereafter? Previously plump proportion came crashing into the midst of an in-progress tussle, jaws spread with the release of a aggrivated huff noise. It was then, before paws could collect and heave body skyward, that the dude's two-toned facial was nabbed. Though luckily slightly familiar brother attacked and most likely aided to bail Dermo from the grasp. Dotted appendages immediately began to flail in an attempt to find ground, hoisting his thickening body into an upright posture before paws administered the appropriate amount of pressure hellward to rocket himself forwards. To acknowledge Yusef's given assistance (even though it was not purposed), and to show his appreciation, intentions were made to assist in the unfamiliar(Drov) sibling's takedown. Really, Dermo was just pissed that this other had assaulted him. To where none of Yusef's actions had warrented the need for dude to offer infliction to him also. Jaws dropped and were left agape as the attempt to slam the other was made. And as Yus was already going for Drov's neck, own lethal weaponry would be introducted to Drov's face if able. Payback. If teeth made successful connection, jaws would be wound together tightly to form a ruthless hold and seek to either push sibling backward or hellward depending on Yus' direction. double-teamed. Perhaps relationship could form tween he and the assisted one. Such as their two fathers had.
Vadimir watched intently for a time, admiring the strength and overall fortitude of the children. Those were his and Drak's offspring alright, yeppers. Zodi's list of things done held Vad's attention, though the only visible sign of such was ears pivoting in the youth's direction. Hmm... was that so? "I zee. Zo zome need more... encouragement." Last word uttered like a seductive phrase, remains of tail wiggling about at the thought. Come to think of it, some pups he couldn't even recall seeing in a while. Perhas he and brother dear were being too soft. It was time to elevate their training regimen. Of course, Drak would have to be told of all this. Vad wasn't about to make all the decisions by himself. Cinn, too. Since... meh. TECHNICALLY they were her kids too. Pfft. "You've improved zince ve first met, Zod. Are you happy vith vot you have become?" A heavy question, but one all the more necessary for the movement that seemed ready to take place.
Zodiak couldn't fight the tandulum swaying of his own tail with vads. It was a little disturbing to think that 'encouraging' the pups sparked a hint of pleasure. None sexual of course, just pleasent feelings at the idea of getting to push them to their limits. "the fat one is lazy...content chewing his own removed tail rather than fight for real food..." his head shook he still couldnt understand it. Eyes focused on yusef as he aimed to strike at his sibling's throat. Zod perked and inclined his head forward- sitting on the edge of his seat so-to-speak. He'd chuckle and glance sideways to vad before a new quesition was proposed. He sighed, thinking hard on it. Presently he was happy with who he was.. but at first it scared him. He was worried he would turn out crazy and unpredictable but it seemed he only grew stronger; mentally and physically. His tolerance for pain had grown substantially and his happy-go-lucky way of thinking had long faded. He still held room for love and fun, but it didn't block him from intelligence and knowing when to keep his jaws shut. "hmmm.." he mused "Yeah...quite." he responded simply, gaze shifting back to the kids
Drov's tail had begun to shake on top of his little body as he rammed his brother's face into the ground- enjoying the feeling until his other brother crashed into him again, only this time assaulting his neck. He was unforunately underfed and thus overpowered by his older brother, letting go of Dermo immediately only to attempt to snap back at Yusef again. Teeth would drag across Yusef's shoulder as foreleg came up so that he could try and push the stronger sibling off. He wasn't growling or making many sounds at all other than his panting until Dermo latched onto his face and prevented him from defending himself against Yusef. He let out an underdeveloped snarl as his teeth remained exposed on his way down to the ground. Back paws would push against the ground, attempting to create more space between their bodies as burgundy tipped tail curled up between his back legs submissively. He was so hungry, he felt almost defeated and hopelessly- but he couldn't die like this just yet, could he? He let out growl that ripped through his throat and out his open mouth as he began to shake and thrash his body, more specifically his head, violently in an attempt to free it from Dermo's hold and then snap back at his own.
Yusef didn't snarl or growl or cry. This wasn't done out of hatred or anything near. Little teeth scraped over his shoulder and drew blood, but he didn't even do a double take. Suddenly, Dermo came from the other side and rammed the smaller male to the ground, the brothers ganging up on the weakest link. SORRY BRO THATS JUST LIFE. He moved to shove the smaller male's face into the dirt with the help of the other brother, pressing his forepaws against his shoulders to pin him down, before swinging his hind end over him...to hump him. HUMPHUMPHUMPHUMP KNOW YOUR PLACE GODDAMNIT. Though once he was satisfied with that, he let go and let Drov and Dermo duke it out--he had not only already eaten today, but been smart and saved some for later.
Dermo:. Drov was being successfully over powered thus far by both older siblings, and with this fact being quite obvious, the still-rushing-forward Dermo sought to take advantage of the situation while presented. As Drov's skull was pushed hellward 'neath the pressure of Yusef's jaws, own jaws held on firm to Drov's facial as it thrashed. And with younger sibling trying to push himself backward, with Dermo still pushing forward, the space that Drov desired to place 'tween warring siblings was just.. nearly impossible. With momentum already built, as said, beast of ivory 'n ebony pushed on forward hopeing to topple his victim. Hopes for a faulter in brother's step heightening as Yusef released his hold without warning. Jaws followed the thrashing head before aggrivation became apparent, own skull swung opposite from Drov's to tear teeth across and away from the face. If the other did topple over and cease attempts to return bites, interest would probably fade. Otherwise. Assailment would continue until either victory came or he himself was dominated.
Vadimir nodded to Zod, smiling faintly. Good. So he wasn't having a early-life crisis. Vad wouldn't have to rage fit. He didn't like it. Having to watch people dither. Hence seeing the pups so infused with piss and vinegar was a very wholesome spectacle he could enjoy all night. But of course, things slowly came to a close. But, hang on, where the hell did they think they were going? Paws slammed against the surface of the earth to charge forward, jaws snapping open to enclose around the rapidly growing muscle of Yusef's neck. Should he manage to find a good hold at the back of the boy's neck, he'd drag him forward, heedless rush unchecked as he planned to strike Dermo with his own siblings bodies. Should he succeed he'd let the boys fly free, releasing Yusef should impact be made. He'd then grab Drov, should he be within reach, and likewise toss him into place. "Very gud. You uzed advantagez und effectively nullified your opponent. Yusef, tomorrow you are takink your ziblingz out. You and I are going to teach zem how to be stronk, da?" Eyes would wander over to the other set of brothers, his face turning cold and scornful. "Und until zey do, zey receive nozink but scrapz." As if in demonstration, Vadimir would go to the goat corpse, pulling free and spitting out the thick wool to get to the skin, which he'd then strip free of the body before tossing it at the unfed pups. "Zat iz all you get for now." He then gazed toward Zod, nodding toward him. Sigh, he'd wanted to go have some alone time with the male to discuss things further, perhaps even have a friendly hump or two. But the babies... had to be looked after. BAH. "Zod. Do my ze favor und azzure ze shits don't try to sneak fud, vill you?" That way Zod wouldn't be up for all the night, just until the crazy offspring passed the hell out from all their dueling. Vadimir unless anything was needed or asked of him, Vadimir would then turn to persue his training regimen once more, as well as seek out Drakov. There was a lot of talking to do.
Zodiak watched as vad took action against the fleeting pups. He sighed, standing and wincing slighly. Head would twist to look at the wound that had dried some while he'd been sitting there and standing stretched muscles and tore it fresh again. Several licks were given to clean it before he twisted back at vads words, watching him toss a peice of flesh to the pups. Gaze shifted to vad as he spoke to him, and zodi nodded "got it" he said lightly. Zod would then shift over to guard the goat, laying beside it with one of it's legs dangling between his paws. Whilst watching the pups he'd gnaw on the hooves and any kid that tried to steal would pay.
Oleg would snarl as Yusef swung his lower body over him and started thrusting, not really moving until the young brute got bored and let go. Oleg started to push his weight back against Dermo now that Yusef let go, trying to keep his footing. He was thrashing his head as best as he could, weaker than his sibling's hold though he didn't give up even if Dermo successfully manage to get Oleg to lose his balance and topple over. Only a grunt left his vocals, his tail slipping back between his legs to protect it until Vad suddenly grapped Dermo and tossed him into Yusef. He tensed as Vad came for him next, wincing as he was suddenly picked up and tossed into place. The child skid across the soil, his paws immediately searching for stability as he hurried to get to his feet and keep those eyes on Vad. His posture changed as soon as Vad revealed that he were giving them scraps, burgundy dipped tail then shooting out to sway behind him as he eagerly rushed to the hide that had been tossed their way. It wasn't meat, and it was rough but he would ravenously gnaw at it as if it were steak. He didn't growl when Dermo got too close, but he did focus on eating as fast as he could to outmatch his brother and get as much of the skin as possible, this being his first time eating since they had begun to be starved. This wouldn't be enough for the pup to grow strong, he would have to start eating properly or risk underdevelopment or serious starvation. It was becoming clear to him that he'd have to start working harder.
Yusef toppled and hit the other male, but skidded back to his feet and simply shook himself off. He was growing used to the sudden impacts and learning how to land without causing too much damage to himself, if he could. The flesh was tossed to his brothers, and he snorted a little, but not out of disdain. Quietly, the blood-drenched pup gazed over at his father, huffing lightly,before giving a stout, brief nod. "...Ve will...Be strong." he agreed, rolling his shoulders, which were now stiff from being squeezed in jaws. But then he paused and narrowed one eye, squinting slightly. "Taking..zem..out...vhere to?" Looks like he was picking up on the accent. His face perked lightly. Taking them out, maybe, to practice? He was beginning to look forward to the physical routines.
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