(15:05:31) Nida scaled along the fringes of countless territories, having wanderlust grab and coax her into a brief excursion through the mountain. With her nose shoved close to the forest floor, it was obvious the she-wolf was on a scent trail. It led her through foreign parts that left the large creature susceptible to an unforeseen ambush or anything to the like. As her head came up, the Canadian's ears curved forward. Piqued interest baiting her forward she happens upon an Elk carcass left by a nearby neighboring pack, and immediately reaps the benefit of her fruitful scavenge.
(15:19:13) Cinnema carefully picked her way along the landscape, spreading her toes in the new green growth underpaw. She was tired of wandering. Honestly after her formative years of keeping on her toes and scavenging it had lost its luster. She'd interacted with a few people in the area of Vale, but oh, it was different. No familiar faces. But she wanted to settle somewhere; where, she wasn't sure yet. Dainty paws avoided random slivers of rock that might hurt her, Cin scanned the landscape with bright, disinterested eyes. Except, hold on. That was- a pelt. She narrowed her gaze and inhaled. Holy shit. A ghost back from the grave, face dug into a kill like she used to. A wave of shock went through the girl like electricity, waves of emotion ranging from joy to anger to fear and everything between. She just stared for a moment before calling out, "Nida?" In a higher pitch that normal, still kind of shell-shocked. Whelp.
(15:24:56) Nida asserted her exceptionally blunt muzzle within the scant carcass, coating the fur leading to a full face with blood and a ghastly-looking appearance. She picks and gnaws what she can. Until, an interloper made themselves know. Her name lolling off the tongue disarmed the she-wolf, thus her tail drooped embarrassedly to ankles. Nida eyes the other warily- wait, what? Tongue expels itself from its office in order to glance across her marred face, " Cin?" Nida was perturbed by the sudden appearance of the familiar face, as she did not expect to see hair nor hide of her. Face scrunches -- " how can this be ..?"
(16:00:32) Cinnema. Granted, it was a face covered in the blood of a prey animal.. It was undeniably Nida. Cin managed to move forward, ending up a couple yards away, tail held at the level of her spine. She just.. Hadn't expected to run into her. Like, ever. "I..." She searched for something to say, still trying to sort through the wave of emotion she was riding. "Where have you been?" A sliver of anger and disbelief melted into her tone; their pack had disappeared without a trace, everyone just vanished, and things obviously had not been okay. The disbanding of their group had literally shoved Cin into a pit of anxiety, among other things, and thus was why she'd avoided most people. "I looked for you, all of you. There was no trace," she said, voice half whine. Granted, yes, the area had recently flooded, but they'd seen each other after that.
(16:19:16) Nida's ears folded back in a gusty change of expression, but she kept her tail level with her spine, as Nida picked up the laden cadence of the she-wolf's voice. " Cin," spoken with an inkling of remorse, " I have been looking for you and the others of course." Obviously her search came up nil judging by the lips willed into a thin line of disappointment. A step or two was taken in the direction of the lightly furred woman, grimace intact. " I do not know what happened .. we were relocating, and working together- like a pack - but I returned to the den one day.. No one was there, I figured something must have happened. " Days turned into weeks awaiting for the return of others or an indictator. Unfortunately, none came.
(16:23:55) Drakov: Ruggid mess of fur and bone had taken to wander for some time now. He had no real goal, no destination, no means no morals. It had all vanished that. That day years ago. He'd left his little group on a simple hunt, out and about searching for new lands while still attempting to keep bellies full. When a piercing noise echoed out, and an overwhelming stinging overtook his skull. By the time blood had trickled into sights, down his forhead, all he saw was blackness. A day, at the very least, had passed by before he had awoken. Caged, contained, with dogs at the ready. He'd been shot by a hunter, assuming him to be a wolf and when it showed he wasn't, the boy was sold bait for hunting dogs. He ended up mangled and mauled, but by the end of things he'd made it out. Bitches slaughtered in the process. And now.. years later. Ribs showing, fur a mess, tattered in fresh scars, with a severly foggy memory..[c] (16:27:42) Drakov: He lingered his way into Cascade's lands. A preserve, or so he hoped. Perhapes this time around the two-legged bastards wouldn't have a go at him for what? the 3rd time? Bleck. Grumpy, and zoned, fur puffed subconciously he strolled along the mountains edge. Seeking a water source first and for most. Where there was water, there would certainly be food. Yet. Instead, he found something other. The first living canines since his seperation from the humans. Head rose, demeanor fairly neutral. Brows furrowed a bit, mind playing tricks on him. They looked familiar? But were they? Well.. Honestly before he was given the opportunity to find out, flaring nostrils took note of the little meal within there clutches. Lip curled to reveal single canine, as paws pushed him forth with not a single care in the world. What's new though, right? With that light russian accent, and a growl echoing behind his tone, he spoke up. "Eh. Vat 'ave we here? Food for me, hrm?"[e]
(16:46:10) Cinnema's ears flicked back against her head, eyes glancing away for a moment. She tried to shake off the grief and memories that were being dredged up by this surprise reunion. Cin shook her head after a moment. "I'm not even sure what happened. We fell apart.." And she'd gotten herself lost and wandering looking. But, she supposed, at least Nida had cared enough to search for her. A bit of unease still gripped her chest, and she suspected it would for a little while assuming they'd stay together now, but she managed a timid smile. "Well, it's nice to see you again." It was a start; and truly, she was happy behind all her unease, but she wasn't inclined to be hopeful or trusting right away. Cin's head turned toward the sound of approach of another, and if her fur had settled before now she was shocked again by the appearance of the other member of their trio. "Fuck. Drakov?" To top it off, he looked horrible. She just..stared. Hard. Honestly him showing up freaked her out more than Nida.
(16:52:44) Nida provides a ginger wag of tail. Not much, but it attributes to the respite of the situation at hand. " I am glad you are okay .." she remarks out the corner of her mouth kindly. " I was afraid something terrible had happened while I was away." At the least the conclusion she'd drawn when left by her lonesome. Couple of paces were stolen in order to yield a nuzzle against the she-wolf's face, tail tilted side wise to gyrate with little an awkward wobble effect. Her attention and eyes steer where Cin's has gone to only spot what seemed like convience; another one of the rabble-rousers showed up, though not without garnering cliche concern. Yeah, what Cin basically said, however she reveals her expression through other means.
(17:00:00) Drakov: But of course! You can't expect Drakov to go missing and there not be a dramatic brutal reasoning behind it. Duh. His foggy memory and even more messed up mentally, only added insult to injury. Hohum. What exactly was going on was behind him, his subconcious had overcome reason. Thinking about nothing more than filling his gut and..well slaughtering some bitches of course! When did he not? Tongue flicked acrossed his lips, head hanging in middle ground, while tail perked to it's fullest ability given how short. He was on the verge of breaking right into there personal bubble, when his name rang through and caused his eyes to widen. What who huh?! They knew who he was? So did he know who THEY were. And even more so.. If he did, WHY did he know. Was it on good terms or bad. Well.. Given the little memory he retained in full, he had to assume it was bad. [c] (17:05:03) Drakov: Paws stopped him in place, but a couple feet away had they not moved. Toes curling so that claws dug into the earth below and that orange and blue gaze stared daggers through the both of them. Though.. More so the one who spoke up. "Und, who 'da Fuck are you?" Maw parted, teeth exposed but a tad so that he might offer a open mouthed growl in response. He was so gone, so ... lost. [e]
(17:19:10) Cinnema was fine with accepting the little nuzzle that was offered by her friend, until attention was stolen by Drak. She still couldn't really find a response@ Cin wasn't inclined to move until his gaze turned to them, more centered upon her. She would then take a few steps backward. Woah, okay, something was seriously wrong and she definitely didn't like it. "What do you mean, who am I?" she retorted, a growl working its way into her words. Eyes narrowed and her lip lifted somewhat in response to his exposed teeth. It was utterly simple to distinguish her emotions now. Surprised, confused, pissed off. But she didn't doubt he wasn't joking, not with that look. "We were basically in a pack together and you forget us? Really?" Head lowered a bit defensively, cautiously. She had literally no clue what was going on, forget the horrible look about him.
(17:28:24) Nida's posture absorbed neutrality despite the palpable tension hung in the still air, her nose furrowing to Drakov's obvious scent rimmed with something putrid. Her countenance creases as she held her stance, alert whilst remaining stagnant and eyeing the large male with skepticism. The rubenesque wolf did not conceive what was the root cause of his hardships or how it came to be, though she was fairly confident, in this moment, that she should be wary of their well-being than his. " Drakov," she breathes, breaking the spell of silence that had overcame her, " you are among friends." Hopefully the relationship did not change without Nida's aware!
(17:37:51) Drakov: Head cranned back, teeth having clamped together around tongue, so that it protruded out just a tad between his curled lips. Expression was enough to show had he had any ears left, they'd be forward and stiff. Shoulders rolled about his puffed hackles, at there words. Confusion only working at his attitude that much more. He felt familiarity with them, had the feintest of visuals, but nothing defined. Nothing solid. He couldn't tell how he knew them. Who they were. When he knew them, why they were no longer together. And frankly.. it was all of that.. Not knowing, that was pissing him off. The being so puzzled, so much contradiction in his own head. It was quit frankly pissing him off. So.. Instead of hurting his head even more so, his brows furrowed and his sights shifted to the carcass. "I do not fucking care. Do you not understand?" He'd snort out in a dismissing tone.[c] (17:40:53) Drakov: Tongue rolled across his teeth, his still stiff posture shifting to force him forward and once more into there space. "I just vant your food.." Words ushered out, though outloud, they were mostly to himself. Hungry working away at his thin gullet, it's growling mimiced by his own fierce noises. Anyone still in range was given the a harsh clanking of teeth there direction, and unless challenged, he was quick to gorge and stuff himself in as much food as he could muster. So ravenous and fierce, he even choked a time or two in the process. Slow your roll there Drakov. [e]
(17:54:53) Vadimir had been taken from the world he thrived in, into one he did not. Being found by humans and seen as a keen selling tool. He'd been drugged and captured against his will. Sold to a newly formed modeling agency with no knowledge to his vindictive mindset, quickly learned he was no, 'designer darling' but a vicious, ravaging monster that ate not kibble, but the hand that provided it. Vadimir was frankly surprised to find he'd not been killed by his flagrant audacity. He knew humans well, and most often they killed what they could not extort. But the money they'd payed for him had been a pretty penny, so they weren't going to give up without a fight. They hired trainer after trainer, and each one declared Vad a lost cause. And when one of them was so foolish as to try and 'set him free' out of pity. Reaper lunged for the woman and assured she'd not ever rise from sleep again. "Eto vam podkhodit..." Vadimir would growl out in his sultry, gutteral vocals. On the floor, crimson flow [c] (18:01:09) Vadimir ebbing from her veins as her face remained in a stolid expression of shock and dismay. Vad smiled sickly. Indeed, it suited her very well. Freed from his cages he was up and away, staying to the shadows. He lived quite a few years like this, a stray who preyed on whatever household pet or human was foolish enough to answer his faux wails of distress. Cats, dogs, raccoons, birds, children. He became the city's biggest serial killer, which pleased him immensely. But alas, a dog could do only so much against armored men with guns. Staying in civilization meant death, and so Vadimir forsook his suburban home altogether in preference for the nearby wilds. And once there He'd gone back to life as usual, but with one, crucial difference. In truth the demon was afraid. Afraid of what he'd become, what he'd remember. What was a life of freedom, without the only being in the world he'd willingly share it with? Only reason he'd remained in the city as long as he had was for this very [c] (18:09:04) Vadimir reason, this very nightmare. What was his purpose, without Drakovsky? What was his meaning, without his other self? Vadimir had fought the poachers tooth and nail, but their undherhanded tricks had made it impossible to escape, much less find his way back to Vale. And now he was reentering a world both familiar and not so, but this time alone. Was it worth it? Was it better to just go back and let the police be his end? Squaring his shoulders, fighting dog ushered himself into the wilderness, and whatever lay beyond. Fast forward to the present, Vadimir chewed and munched on a pile of bones left over from a meal procured from a loner canine he cared not to identify. And this would be the moment where the wind shifted, as it often did, and placed a most teasing hint under his nose. At first he didn't know how to respond. It'd been so long.... and longer. But a brother never truly forgets. Food forsaken Vadimir bolted, stopping in his tracks only long enough to reaffirm the [c] (18:12:43) Vadimir scent's direction, before he was off again. And when eyes adjusted to the scene, when his dual-hued peepers alighted upon his near twin. Paws ceased movement, short stubby tail drooped, and black maw parted to let a ghostly exhale escape his lungs. No words were possible, no thought managable to process. He strode forward with measured steps, his eyes cloudy with emotion. It'd been so long, and yet his feelings had never dimmed. The question here, though.... had Drakov's? (f)
(18:27:10) Cinnema glanced over at her female friend, almost a "What the hell?" look, whilst still half expecting things to go downhill really quick. She for one hadn't forgotten the time they'd spent together, aka the many times Drakov had very capably kicked both of their asses and the other near-misses. Her eyes gazed across his pelt momentarily; every bone protruding, no wonder he just wanted the food. Cin snorted in response to his words however, muzzle wrinkling and flashing teeth. "You could pretend to give a shit, at least," she muttered thinly, shaking her head. A moment before she did glance over as he then was eating the kill Nida had found. Cin hated his attitude, but, she was still concerned. She'd softly mutter, "We weren't going to let you starve, you can slow down and chew at least," whether she was heeded or not; that was up to him. Head picked up at, wow another, visitor upon the group. Half expecting one of the older wolves from the past at this point, she didn't know what to (c) (18:29:19) Cinnema- make of this beast that was so obviously similar to the (at the moment, debatably) familiar male who was choking himself on the carcass. She decided to watch as she well did when she was paid no mind, very curious as to what the hell was even going on in the world anymore. Was this place magic or something? Honestly. (e)
(18:34:50) Nida, whatever she felt presently, was suppressed with an audible snuff. She tips her ears back and drops her tail low, although continued to linger in its bottle-brush state. And that stiff posture she didn't mean to assume stayed; the immediate danger was still here, and she'd be remiss to drop her guard altogether. Watching him retreat to gorge himself on her food, a grimace made itself known, and then ghosts. Nida spares a glance over toward Cin reflecting the same look she has on her facial features. Something was up, but she can't pin point what it was. Another scent found her quivering nose, and her head goes aside to in her ever-moving peripheral to catch sight of the other. If he was able to be seen, she'd take notice how remarkably similar his coat pattern was to Drakov. If not .. well, she'd keep looking while a mindful ear kept tabs
(18:40:54) Drakov: Tail flicked anxiously behind him, his overall demeanor definately not his norm. Even though... His norm wasn't that ... normal. He usually held an era of idgaf, so much so that he typically didn't even care enough to put off the aggressive dominant nature. Atleast, not in such long strides. At best, it usually came, and went. Shown just enough to let others know he had no reason to submit, but not enough to hold some in charge posture. But now?! Well he was just off all around. He wasn't being his quirky, snarky, in your face, poke and prod self. There was far to much going on right now for that. He almost came off as brain washed, to be honest. Zoned demeanor didn't flinch in the slightest, even when they spoke. He was more occupied with food, will remaining stiff and ready if they so chose to react in some fashion.[c] (18:47:26) Drakov: Though.. His attention stirred when the smell of familiarity wafted his way again. Only, something far more deep. Far more concious baring. It'd been so long, so much longer than even Nida and Cinn, that even his own brother was a confusion spectical that played games with his head. His violent attitude mellowed at the sight of the male, teeth grinding and a single eye wincing. God his head was KILLING him. Hell, he almost coulda sworn the scar that ran across his skull was throbbing in pain. But that was impossible. Jaw tight, he took a deep inhale, and placed a paw over the carcass. Sights lingering over the women, and then back to Vad again. His own jacked up mindset was clear as day. Obviously puzzled and angry all at the same time. "Brat.." Tone came out hushed and questionable. Once again, he lacked certain connecting pieces. Brother.. Right? Yes.. There was no doubt. But where had he gone? Why? Why was he here now? He'd left... or so Drak thought, left or died.[c] (18:52:29) Drakov: Hell if he knew, there were so many possibilities. Mind attempted to fit together what he could, retracing steps. Legion, yes.. He remembered that. He remembered them being split up. And he was alone for awhile. The thought made his lip curl. And then... Then... Rear end slowly drifted to the earth below. Eyes widending enough so that they were no longer wincing. Then.. Nida and Cin. Yury. Bethal. Dorthaki, Sun and Kaisar. He was still missing specific incidents but he remembered enough. "Brat... Cin.. Nida?" He was dead right? There was no other way for this... to happen.. RIGHT?!?!! Brows furrowed against, as if the beings before him weren't actually there. Just a figment of his imagination, and he left staring and talking to himself like a fool. He growled at the thoughts. "There's no way."[e]
(18:59:43) Vadimir was rooted in place, black lips twitching. Did he break out into a happy pant, an unsure grimace, or an outright snarl. Decisions, decisions. His beloved sibling was alive, albeit malnurished. And he was flanked by two lovely ladies, whom... as best he could tell. Were familiar enough with Drak to accept his many eccentricies. But beyond that, it was all new territory, both literally and figuratively. Eyes cast to all three canines, unsure of how to make a move. How did he approach? How do you even integrate yourself into such a clusterfuck without having it spiral even more out of control? Not to mention, Vadimir wasn't really in the habit of leasing sentimental shit in full view of strangers, much less women who's fuckability was through the roof. In the end it would be Drak's singular calling that would break the thin sheet of ice between them. "Yez..." Vadim whispered breathlessly. His english had improved over the years, though his accent was as thick as ever. [c] (19:05:31) Vadimir"It iz me, Drak." Voice shook audibly, and though he took a few experimental steps forward, he'd ultimately hault once more to look toward Cin and Nida. "Vot are you to mine brozer?" Blunt claws dug furrows into the dark soil as he glared from one female to the next, tone more accusatory than he'd intended. Frankly he was more upset at himself than them, but ever the overly obsessed sibling. Vadim was peeved they had found Drak before he could. "You are..." Voice dropped as he perused his mind for the right word, face indescribable beyond mild irritation. "Friendz...?" Friends weren't allowed to be killed, unless they became not-friends. Vadim could recall that much of socialization. If they were important to Drak, then they were under his protection, not cruelty. Or, whatever THEY deemed as cruel. Should they answer his query, Vadimir would finally go back to Drakov, whom was now sitting and looking about as irate and nonplussed as he himself felt. [c] (19:16:51) Vadimir"Vy imet ne byl yeda khorosho...." He muttered darkly. Truly both siblings had never been the sort to engorge themselves, but seeing his sibling in such a sorry state still sent rivulets of fury trickling down his spine. He wanted to know who was responsible, and why. But by the looks of things, he might never find the answer. If allowed, Vadimir would slowly drift closer to his brother. (f)
(19:34:39) Cinnema. This was a lot of stress and excitement and reunions in one day. Cin was cautious of Vadimir as he first approached, but it soon became quite obvious that the two males were related. If only more confirmed by Drak's reaction. But, all of a sudden he was acting more normal.. Less so than normal, obviously, but. He remembered them. Red ears perked up at this realization; when his gaze strayed over to them, she'd give a slight nod, tilting her head when the focus again was stolen away from them. But, that was cool, they probably needed to catch up..She could gather that much. Hell, she didn't know Vadimir and she'd been around Drakov for a while, so, she guessed it'd been much longer for them. Head picked up slightly as the unfamiliar one addressed them. "Friends, yeah, you could say so," she responded quietly. Sliding back to quiet tendencies, she didn't know or trust him and automatically that put her on edge. Just observing, watching body language. If he and Drak were still good,(c) (19:35:03) Cinnema- then she'd probably grow used to him quicker (assuming they stayed together like before), but until then.. [e]
(19:43:34) Nida's eyes steadied on the stranger that failed to strike any familiarity with the she-wolf, but elsewise the other senses were attentive to the world around her. It was when Drakov called to mind their names did Nida reluctantly tear her gaze from the flagrant white wolf to pin it upon him, face full of bewilderment. The hot and cold gave her the impression not all was right - he never truly was, even - with her former packmate. Maybe unsound wolves got a hold of him and influenced his nature? Likely story. Nida mentally aligns herself close toward her female friend to establish her position amongst the group-- and then, sat. Her filthy fur was fluffed in addition. A nod was given to affirm what Cin said to the stranger, now known as a relative to Drakov, no need to play the broken record!
(20:23:45) Drakov: Oh the conflict going on not only right infront of his face, but in his head more so than anything. Head shook, hackles still very puffed, though his quirked lips had been gone for some time now. Only returning when Vad attempted to step closer. Teeth exposed themselves, though it was mostly out of instinct. Seeing as, immediately after tongue flicked acrossed his teeth, and his sharp features smoothed out. With great hesitation, he finally forced himself forward, eyes lingering over anything and everything. Whatever it took to avoid setting sights on his brother. But when distance was killed between them, and his slow and steady attempt at affection was left with nothing else but the look apon him and make contact... Love wasn't enough to hold back his fury. Claws dug into the earth as two toned gaze settled on the male, a growl ushering out, slightly whiney even. Had the girls ever heard such a sound come from him? Likely not. And before much else could be deciphered, he'd [c] (20:28:38) Drakov: become a flash of white and gray. Teeth parted, and aiming for his brothers face. "Kak chertovski vy smeyete!" Eyes had grown wide in the seconds it took to make contact. Though.. Despite his fury, and the obvious lack of concern for harming his brother, to Vadim it was likely more than obvious his outburst was all emotion. Something he hadn't had to really worry about for awhile.. so the feeling was overwhelming. Given teeth made contact, his head would immediately twist. Mostly a way to let out steam, he had aimed to nabbed something loose and fleshy, but still painful. "Gde yebut vy byli togda? Gone.... You were gone.." Ironic right? Just wait till Cin turns this around on you. Harhar.[e]
(20:40:28) Vadimir's body tensed at the flaky answer issued by one of the girls. Lips peeled back in a snarl, though it was directed at no one. Were they, or were they not? Were they just saying things to keep their hides on their bones, or did they have some other motive for being indecisive? Paranoid fucker was just that, and it was with some will that he held his tongue in check. He could wring them for answers later, but first.... first he had to pay his dues. Drakov's whiny growl was met with a furrowing of brows. Vadim couldn't recall an instance where such a noise had been made by his sibling. That said, he also hadn't ever been apart from him like this before, so... it was reasonable to assume it was his fault. It was funny, how uncultured in humanity and moral he was as a whole. But when around his brother... all things a normal individual would feel, was laid open to him. Guilt, remorse, shame. Love, tenderness, devotion. Too bad he sucked at conveying it. [c] (20:49:39) Vadimir though, considering it was THEM. Drak would have likely found the overwhelmingly uncharacteristic sentiment revolting, more than anything else. No words were imparted as he further neared his brother, and when their proximity was assured, he'd halt but a few steps away. Now it would be time for Drakov to decide what he wanted, how he wanted things to mend.... or not at all. When Drak launched himself forward Vadimir closed his eyes right before impact, flinching purely out of instinct. He was driven to the ground, limbs rigid to make this easier. Vadim would let out a pleased exhale, lips curling to form a twisted smile even as Drakov's teeth cut into his skin. Oh, how amazingly good this felt. How much he'd absolutely missed it. "Ya znayu..." He began, voice muffled. He'd struggle briefly, only to partially prop himself on a leg, before he said in a louder voice, [c] (21:00:57) Vadimir"It feelz gud to bleed for you again...." Heart beat would quicken as he spoke, stubby tail wagging with evident vigor. "Ya ne zabyl, ya v odin prekrasnyy byt den vash trup... Drakovski..." Their pact made oh so longer ago. Their promise to one another, solemn-hearted yet the purest form of love they knew, or could possibly comprehend. "I tried to get back to you.... I vish I could. Humanz kept me avay.." There was no excuses, only reasons. Besides, in his weirdo way, he was enjoying the punishment. (f)
(21:35:10) Cinnema, considering she couldn't speak Russian, had only half an idea as to what was going on between the two, but she wasn't surprised whatsoever when there was a little violence thrown into the mix. Well, duh, we're talking about Drakov here. It's to be expected. Why should it be any different with his brother involved? So far there was a theme with Russians, psh. Cin did catch the English words thrown into the mix however. Oh, okay, so Drak could punish his brother for leaving him, but what about the fact that he'd run off and left the pack, and, oh, forgotten them too? There had been frustration on her part too when he'd resurfaced. Fully realizing that he could fight against her too and yet not giving a shit, she pushed herself up tall (not that it amounted to much next to the brothers, short girl) and strode forward quickly with her teeth aimed to sink into the flesh on the side of his face or somewhere that was, if possible, not scarred or hurt or something. Not aiming to [c] (21:41:11) Cinnema- hurt him exactly, but more for the fact that she damn well did what she wanted, and sort of a reminder. "You fucking left us too, remember," she'd growl whether or not he'd moved out of the way, tail lowered 45 degrees to the ground and swinging softly. "And forgot. Kind of stings, Drak," little sarcasm slipping into her voice as she would bite for just another second before releasing and backing up a few feet, eyeing him with a pointed look. Bitch. [e]
(21:45:46) Nida kept to where she was, stilled for a number of seconds. Her lips curled over her long-yellowed teeth in response to Vadim, in warning, although his bared fangs were not meant for any wolf in specific. Whoops. Oh well. All will be forgiven .. eventually, right? Right! As a skirmish broke out amid the babble of garbled words spoken in gibberish, she caught in her peripheral Cin closing in on the pair. She, too, stood, tail stiffly erected up in the air and asserting herself right in the thick of the conflict; well .. not exactly like her companion has, but relatively close, in case the situation spirals itself out of control. Cin's achievemment has been unlocked: thugnificent.
(21:51:45) Drakov: Teeth clamped in, tight, pinching flesh and likely drawing blood. Though.. As odd as it seemed, to the boys it was more easilly compared to a very tight hug, than...ya know.. biting someones face. His grasp made it evident, teeth grinding, hesitant but oh so wanting, eyes winced but fiery. And his growls deep, deadly, yet still somehow held that feint peculiar side of him none else had ever experienced. Course.. When Vad spoke up, his tension eased. Raised tail mellowed, and his conflicting tense demeanor became more neutral. LeSigh. "Brat.. ---" Just as he'd begun to mellow, senses caught Cin's approach, but it apparent to late to prevent it. Course. That certainly didn't stop the violent male from reacting in his typical way! Jaws swung into hers, her teeth as sunk in as she chose them to be, but whether it was enough to maintain a hold or not, his reaction came to quick to alter.[c] (21:59:24) Drakov: He'd clamp down onto the higher portion of her neck, body shifting so that shoulder could push into hers at the same time front paws aimed to wrap around her forearms. Hind feet dug into earth, and his intent? All in one swift move, to swoop her over onto her side and slam her to ground. Why? Because you don't bite at Drakov and expect to get out of it so easily! Oh they knew better than that by now! Given his response worked, she'd be left with his weight ramming her to the ground, and the impact of such likely making way for a better grip, tight around her neck. Pinching, threatening, though.. It would likely come as a shocker for Vadim to see the girl not dead after that! But hell.. He did remember there history together. "Must I fucking beat'your asses again, hrm?" There it wassss. Tone smooth as silk, completely unphased and unconcerned. As if his words were not a threat, but rather... a description of an elegant dinner date he'd promised.[e]
(22:08:11) Vadimir's tongue lolled out happily, body slowly shifting back onto paws, though he remained crouched and beneath his brother as he awaited for his verdict. There was so much to say, so much to do. But alas, now wasn't the time fore it. They needed a big bonfire to roast marshmallows over. And maybe some booz to chill those racked nerves. But before any such thing could become a reality, Vadimir would find Drak's teeth suddenly leaving his face, only to be re-deposited onto one of the women. What were there names? He probably should... y'know. Get to know them, derp. Body shivered uncomfortably. Vadi was just getting reacquainted with his brothers delightful dentition, sending his heart into gloriously perverse palpitations. But now he was giving such fantastic attentions to someone else? Vadimir's eyes darkened and body tensed. Oh hell no. [c] (22:14:16) Vadimir when Drak and Cin met, regardless of who got the upper hand. Vadimir drove all four paws into the ground to kick off from it, jaws opening in the same instant to catch the thick meat of his brothers throat or neck. Should teeth manage to latch onto intended target movement would carry on. Not like he could stop anyway. Coming from a low position paws were flung forward to wrap around Drak's brutish shoulders, and only if paws made contact would Vadi thrash his entire upper body. And why did he strike, why did he attack his dearly beloved brother? Because you don't ignore an easily jealous sibling for attractive women. Dat's why. (f)
(22:32:35) Cinnema was perfectly happy with latching onto the familiar asshole's flesh and giving him a piece of her mind. Of course she was expecting him to retaliate, duh. Again, we're talking about Drakov here. I mean really. Cin tried to keep a hold but failed when he latched onto her scruff, growling briefly as he did but not moving fast enough or even knowing how to move to avoid being tripped and essentially slammed to the ground on her side, losing a puff of air from her lungs from the impact, and having Drak's jaws pretty well around her neck. Almost expected. She heard his words for what they were, a smirk gracing her scarred face despite the situation. "Don't run out on us again, or you might just have to," said lightly with famous sarcasm. However Vadimir reacting and going after Drakov was unexpected, not that Cin could really react unless she was released, and immediately she'd tried to get out of the way if she was cuz she doesn't wanna get crushed psh.
(22:39:12) Nida's snarl rumbled deep within her full, heavy-set body, as Drakov's attention turns to divert itself onto Cin and commence a scuffle with her! How dare he! The furs on her bristly coat erected themselves on end, lips pulled back and pinning a firm and unrelenting stare upon the fat marshmellow. She balked abruptly, for when the brother intercepted for one reason or another. Nida assumed with their blood running thicker than water his innane instinct to protect his brother would come through. Alas, that's not the case! Anyway, back to fight .. With her tail in the air, and wagging malignantly, she rushes headlong into the catastrophe, as usual. The chunky she-wolf lurches forward, chin drug through the plush fur about her neck, but extents to allow jaws sprawl agape to reveal her pristine teeth, intent on grabbing a vice grip to Drakov's scruff and hold it in her possession. Something, deep within the fiber of her being, told her she might wound belly up. Just a hunch, and (c) (22:39:26) Nida(c) countless times put in her place, the bottom. (d)
(22:45:42) Drakov: Oh boy. He wasn't sure if he was liking what was unraveling here, or if it should piss him off! Pfft. He was slowly getting away from that cronic headache, which meant.. He simply relished in the acts. As it unfolded bit by bit. Cin's frame was quick to end where he'd anticipated, though frankly he wasn't expecting a reaction out of Vadim in such a way, but more so one out of Nida. Which.. Was alittle dumb! He shoulda known better, but it'd been how long?! When was the last time he'd experienced his brothers obcessive desire for his attention and affection? A long ass mother fucking time. Course, that didn't mean he was caught entirely off guard. For even though he was on alert in expectations of Nida, he was still ON alert! So that when Vadim pushed off, eyes flicked over, catching note of brothers assault. Distance left little room for reaction time, [c] (22:51:07) Drakov: so he swiveled in place, so that shoulder was shoved into his snapping jaws and neck was veered away. Even more so, had his brother not chosen to snap onto shoulder instead, or... frankly even if he had.. White fluff chose to turn his spinning act into a roll, by dropping himself to the ground on brothers face, had he been low enough. And if he'd succeeded? Nida's quick to attack self was regarded with a curled in hind leg, kicked out harshly to slam against her oncoming jaw.[e]
(23:07:10) Vadimir's attack was instant, and in the frame of seconds needed to replace neck with shoulder, Vadimir was already there. In the time it had taken to floor Cinn, Drak would have no spare movement for the oncoming set of jaws. His throat would be safely out of the way, but his neck wouldn't. Should jaws alight onto the thick strip of muscle, should paws indeed find a grip around his brothers upper body. Drakov's shoulder thrust would be taken right into the square of Vadimir's broad chest, causing him to snarl thickly from around his darling bro's neck. However the move would likely force just more of his neck for the taking, not to mention make it easier for Vadimir to wrench him cruelly off-balance. Nida's rushing form was only just acknowledged, and as she aimed for bro's scruff, Vadimir shrugged inwardly. Should she grab hold he'd use his entire upper body swinging into the motion to knock Drak into Nida. [c] (23:09:38) Vadimir should Cinn still be on the ground, or trying to get up, she'd likely be under siege by Drak's paws. Ironically she'd serve to trip him up, making it all the more easy for Vadimir to, in this order: Throw Drak into Nida, force their combined weight onto Nida to force her down, and for poor Cinn to be nigh crushed beneath all three of them. (f)
(23:22:04) Cinnema, assuming shit really went down and considering there's probably not much room for her to escape and instead causing people to trip over her skinny butt, is almost certainly put at the bottom of the pile under these fat asses. The least she can do is squirm, try to get out, and attempt to bite the shit out of whoever ends up on top of her or pretty much anyone she can bite tbh. [WOO]
(23:28:36) Nida charged brazenly dead ahead into the cluster of discombobulation. Her mouth was still agape, tongue withdrawn, and teeth on showcase. As Drakov hunkered his body down to make a pancake out of his brother, providing a temporary distraction and a gateway for Nida, she uplifts her forepaws off the floor a few centimeters, earnest to get in on this! Golden opportunity, or so the full-figured she-wolf perceived..! She got the scruff and she latched on, until, that is, Vadim pushed his older brother and sent them - especially the clumsy little woof here- stumbling back awkwardly. Her hold to Drak's scruff was relinquished as she fetched the ground on her side- and thankfully not scrambling on Cin to be eaten up!- and recover on her feet with a smidgen of grace. So much for .. coming to the rescue ..? < idk. ;o; >
(23:35:39) Drakov: WELL BALLS. White puff found himself knocked off balance in the cluster of bodies, and Vad's quick to assault frame. Paws shuffled benieth him, bitings lashing out from all 3 parties, though he couldnt distinguish one from the other at this point. Well.. Between the females. Vad, however, was clear as day. With an oof, and a light growl, he hit earth. Hind limbs tucked as if in preperation to kick, but frankly his drained body wasn't having it. Way to much motion way to fast. He found himself hella dizzy by this point. So much so Nida's retreated figure had gone unnoticed. Oh god. Life's spinning, he felt sick. Stomuch churned, and had Vad not released or move he'd have likely gotten himself caught in the cross fire of vomit expelled through hacks and gags. God damnit... He'd just eaten that... Eye winced in displeasure at the sensation his stomuch now had to offer, fun and games ruined thanks to his poor physical state of health. SO MUCH FOR THAT
(23:46:49) Vadimir, once he felt Drak hit the floor he wasted no time in adjusting his grip. "I've missed you so..." He whispered, his voice thick with unusual emotion. Not like Vadimir was some huge, unfeeling jerk. He just didnt really know how to tap into it ever. It just... sorta bubbles up on it's own. And with poor impulse control, you can be sure he wasn't about to simply let everything simmer down. There were two beautiful women and his beloved brother here. Too much energy, chaos, feelings. The vomit cascaded onto Vadi's face and chest, and it was with great relish that he took bites of the partially digested meat and swallowed it down, savoring the flavor of his brothers digestive juices. "Remember vhen ve vould feed each ozer, Drakov..." Words would move to english, as he wished his feelings, dark, twisted, and plain wrong as they were. To be conveyed to everyone within earshot. Bite would adjust to the back of Drak's neck, forearms repositioning to wrap securely around Drak's sunken [c] (23:52:43) Vadimir stomach. Dual toned eyes moved to Nida as she escaped the pile, his eyes greatly intensified until they appeared to glow unaided from any light source. "Voman... vot iz your name....?" Casual conversation while you violate your big bro. "And yourz.... Cin, vaz it?" He could only faintly recall Drakov saying it. Why Nida's name escaped him he couldn't fathom, but it wasn't important. "Beautiful zouls... all of zese beautiful zouls...." Vadimir would snort harshly, eyes piercing as he watched Nida's every move, body turning to flame as he became increasingy aroused. Too bad he didn't feel bad about using his brother as a fleshlight, but if he cared.... he wouldn't be him, now would he? Should his machinations stand with all three of them, it would be all too possible that once he'd reaffirmed his personal ownership of his brother, he'd stride to the two ladies. GIVE DADDY SOME SUGAR. (f)
(00:12:36) Cinnema, thankfully!, was not crushed under the pile of wolves as whatever this clusterfuck is went down, even if she was the cause of Drakov tripping, but really, considering the whole thing, after not fighting or anything for a while this was going to be a pain in the morning. She'd push herself up, managing to shake out her fur just before Drakov vomited all over his brother, some of the regurgitated food landing near where she had just been. Oh, gross, good thing she moved. Cin curled her lip, giving a small glance at whatever the hell was going on between the brothers, before moving slightly away to wherever Nida was and standing a few feet away from the woman. When her name was brought up, she'd give a slight nod in confirmation. Green eyes then took in .. Vad humping Drak. Okay that was a first. If she'd had an eyebrow she'd have raised it, as strange as this seemed to her. Honestly it was a little amusing but she wasn't about to say so and get beat again oi. Eyes would narrow if (c)
(00:14:04) Cinnema- Vadimir's gaze switched from Nida to her, and would glare dangerously as the horny male approached them. Ears pressed forward and lip on the verge of curling; silly boy, Cin isn't interested in you. (e)
(00:19:28) Nida took in a delayed shaking off, the dirt in her thinning fur collected dislodged, as well the disorientation. A dry snort expels itself from her nostrils once poise was managed. Her face scrunched up, however, at the sight of the disgorged food being hurled all over the place to later be sampled by his younger sibling. Eugh. Ears retreated, folding, from belatedly realizing Vadim's stare. " Nida," she supplies perfunctorily. Next, she averts her eyes because of the brotherly love shacking going on. But it was a first to see Drak on bottom and inwardly she does figurative jumps for joy. She turned to shove her wet nose in Cin's neck affectionately before returning her attention to back to the boys, to see one of them approaching. Her hackles raise and belts a low snarl, prepared.