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MAY 6
May 3, 2015 21:42:47 GMT
Post by Drakov on May 3, 2015 21:42:47 GMT
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MAY 6
May 6, 2015 16:38:02 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 6, 2015 16:38:02 GMT
"Princesa"
(15:41:53) Ghastly. Even under the cloak of night she failed at obtaining a fresh meal. Instead she had found the leftovers of a carcass and picked the slivers of tendon from its bones. She had also managed to come across a low-lying nest and was lucky enough to find a set of 3 small eggs sat within. Probably a first-time breeder. Snatching them up she almost swallowed them whole before its owner returned with a vengeance. 3 miniscule eggs was not enough to sustain her, however. She needed help... no matter how she despised admitting it. She would do better hunting with a group rather than trying to last the summer on scraps alone. Eggs won't be around forever. Sucking up her pride - what little she had in the first place - she returned to the border of the pack where she had met Cortes. Despite being unpredictable and perhaps tense, he had been rather charming at moments. That told Ghastly he had a heart somewhere under all those scars. She halted, right outside the invisible border laid down by the surrounding scent marks. Unwilling to enter, the gaunt lass simply settled herself into a seated position. The haunting spectre then waited.
(15:54:37) Cortés had been by the river once again. It seems he'd be making frequent trips to the body of water, now that he was staying within this place. His face, which one merely held an eyeless socket, now held an abundance of scars and now, a missing ear. It didn't bother him in the slightest. He'd taken joy in the action of his own mutilation, and even devoured his own appendage. His ear had traveled within his own system, breaking down until he relieved himself only hours before his most recent fight. The man had been challenged, and it had been his first day among the group. A young man had assumed Cortes someone not capable of holding his own... The man smiled at the thought, his mouth moving in his sleep. The action caused him to wake in a start, eye alert as he took in the vicinity. His head turned, and his skin pulled against his injuries, making some open up, and some merely itch in irritation. The man grunted and forced himself to stand up, muscles aching from the past two days of fighting. It was like a never ending excersise. One that Cortes was fond of. He smirked and moved downwind of the territory. He'd need another visit to the river to clean his face. Bleeding was such a pain. However as he moved, his vision took in a familiar face. That girl. Cortes could feel his tail wag furiously behind him. Like the dog he was, he was quick to feel the extremes of joy; though he thankfully showed some minor restraint. "Ninfa, you ran off on me. I was forlorn when I did not see you upon my return." He halted his steps a mere feet away. "I am surprised to see you back."(11:05:13) Ghastly's face, highlighted by eyes of moonlight - pristine in comparison to Cortes' - lay upon he whom she had hoped would find her. A smile of relief came across her face, though it soon faded as he approached. She stood upon his approach, taking a couple of steps back and bowing her head in respect. The name he'd chosen to use for her was recognised and forced a small smile and raise of head and ears from the gal. When he had finished his greeting and settled, she lifted her head slightly to examine him more closely. The wounds of his face had doubled, and she instantly noticed the fact that he'd lost one of his ears. Oh dear. He must have pissed someone off. "I should have warned you not to keep your hopes up..." she murmured, almost to herself. Those irongrey-lined eyes flitted from his face to the dirt, then back again. "You look pained."(11:11:41) Cortés tilted his head a slight, his eye quickly bringing everything about her into view. Especially her skinny looking state. He felt his smile falter, but he quickly pushed past it. He sat down as she spoke, and shook his head. "I am pained, but it is a gift to have such pain." His way of thinking certainly would remind anyone of a masochist. However his psyche had trained him from an early on. Pain meant he was alive. It reminded him he wasn't at deaths door, not yet. "Es una alegría para sentirse de esta manera." He paused, grinning much more, though the action felt painful as he did so. "The last you saw of me, I had more of me. Do I bring displeasure upon your vision, Ninfa?"(11:23:20) Ghastly, although not directly, kept a close eye on the male's body tension. Like always, one slight movement to release would send the gal a'flyin'. She was like a nervous pony, but always in good reason. "A gift?" She believed that injury affected performance, and any effect on her performance would be enough to kill her off. She struggled to keep herself alive travelling alone even without injury.. though she had never known what being healthy felt like. She had always been a frail thing. Her mother put it down to her dog lineage... it must have been a dog much less resilient unlike the one mixed in with Cortes, here. "I would prefer to see you contented rather than pained..." she leaned forwards, rear lowered and tail tucked, slowly reaching with flattened ears and a series of submissive flicks of her tongue against her forelip. "Here, let me..." she trailed off, urging to satisfy her need to tend to him and those clotted, scabbing wounds. She inched closer, closer, until she finally was able to reach his chin, planting a gentle, tender lick across it. Another, and another... submissive, pleading, yet she trembled with the tension in her muscles. She would ensure he wouldn't tear her face off for entering his space, despite doing so with utmost respect. Only then, when she was sure she was allowed, she would shift her snout aside and her tongue would gently smooth over a clotted wound on the side of his snout, then another, and more.(11:31:49) Bable was learning the hard way that if she was EVER going to get food in her system and keep it there, she needed to take initiative. Getting as far away from her brothers as humanly possible, Babs drew closer to the outskirts of the territory with nose stuck firmly to the ground. Finally picking up a scent worth exploration, Baby Babs followed it straight to a fawn. Yeah, this thing was probably twice her size, but it was stupid enough to get seperated from it's motherly figure so it might be stupid enough to be a pup-level catch, yeah? No. Babs, not being the appropriate age, knew nothing about hunting deer. She only knew of the run-through method used for small prey, not the stalk and pounce used for ungulates. By the time she returned to tracking, her muscles were tired and weary from the wild goose chase she had given the fawn. Her pride was hurt from this missed kill. Imagine how impressed ERRS would be had she bagged this one? He might even pay attention to her! It was no surprise that in her moments of daydreaming about ERRS actually loving her that she ran smack dab into the rear end of the earthy-hued man. Sprawling backwards as if stung, Babs instantly regained her composure and curled lip at the intruder. "Who are you!" She barked, facing these intruders with a defensive stance. "Mister! Why do you smell like Daddy?" Was this the Fup everyone had been talking about that Babs had been so rudely been left out of meeting? Her gaze then turned to the woman, then back to the man. Why weren't they fighting? When adults touched, it was usually in agression, was it not? Poor Babs had not exactly seen much affection between her adult counterparts, so she didn't understand. "A-Are you guys gonna wrestle?" The words came out in a confused whisper. This wasn't right. They were weird.(11:38:59) Cortés would remain stock still, his face shifting to view her as she moved. His expression went from smiles, to somber so fast, he probably appeared displeased. If anything, he was slightly shocked at her boldness. He clenched his jaw when her first connection to a wound was felt. His lip went up automatically, though not out of anger, but of pain. He continued this until she moved on to other areas of his face. One would think he'd be cautious about it, but he didn't think the woman would do anything so deceitful. He hoped not, anyway. So there he stood, his body rigid, unsure if he should be doing anything other than enjoying the bath that was given to him. After a while, he gathered his voice, letting his tone drip of his spanish ancestry. "If you continue down this path, mi pequeña Ninfa, you will be broken." He almost seemed heartbroken by the prospect. He moved his jaw, inching it toward the woman's throat, almost like Dracula upon a fair maiden. However before he could do anything toward her, snapped his face away toward an unexpected sound. He blinked his eye, and smirked. "And who are you?" He didn't wait for the answer, instead he brought himself to push away from the woman. "Meet me again if you wish it. However if you do, expect to be my caged princesa." He would then run off to find some food."(11:47:47) Ghastly's rear remained almost touching the dirt, her tail tucked so far it licked the bottom of the sternum of her ribcage. Hear ears flat, eyes closed half-way, tongue at work on cleaning his facial wounds. After all, he could tend his others himself. Those upon his face were left to clot, scab and collect grime unless he submerged his head in water several times a day. His tension was expected, and so were the flinches of pain. Didn't you say pain was a gift? Well here's my gift to you, señor. She drew away slightly as he began to spoke, but before he could finish his warning she moved back in to continue the bathing. Before she could finish however another interruption came. This time in the form of the arrival of another. Ghast instantly skittered backwards, dropping her head and peering at the young'n. Oh. Still, it smelled of Cortes, who also smelled of the scent marks outlining this territory. The babe's smell was almost pure of it. As if she had been baptised in the blood of elk when she came from her mother's vulva. Ghastly's attention was torn back towards Cortes as he fled with another warning, leaving Ghastly stood, debating with herself for a moment, before she realised and remembered that the puppy hadn't followed him. Eyes snapped back towards it, and she wasn't sure what to expect. Was it still a blank canvas? Surely it hadn't yet been tortured by life into yet another violence-wracked being... "Hello there little one," she started, her voice almost a whisper as she softly spoke to the child, "what are you doing so far out in your territory?" Ghastly's gaze then averted even from the child, and glanced off into the depths of the land from where she must have come. If any of them should happen accross her with one of their pups, they would likely be most displeased... "can you see the border?" She inquired, curiously.(12:05:23) Bable-- Her confusion was pushed even farther as the man took his retreat and she was left face to face with the woman. Babs hadn't really been exposed to many women besides her mother, her fathers ranks filled with nothing but meat pistols as she had so far seen. She had one sister, but she was more or less starving to death, weak little shit. Bable gave the woman a quizzical, confused look as she proceded to question her and treat her with... gentleness? The hell was this? "I have to come this far to hunt, or my brothers will starve me." The tiny lass said with a curl of the lip, as if the words were an annoyance to say. This was common sense, right? Bable didn't exactly know it wasn't normal for a pup her age to be attempting hunts alone, but she did know she didn't want to die. "I-I can't see it. I can smell it..." This was also the first time she had been near the borders, so it was an interesting thing for the small pup.(12:13:33) [#] Ghastly rolls 1d20 & gets 19. (ranged for hunt)
(12:20:59) Ghastly's posture remained wholly submissive, however she grew less tense as she started to converse with the pup. Her ears raised slightly to listen as the pup spoke, and she frowned slightly. What a shame. Well, the child had come this far, so why not help her obtain the reward for doing so? Ghastly's face was lit by a brief smile. "I can help you." She nodded, continuing, "hunting is much easier with two of us." She looked up, and glanced over her shoulder. "I know where there's a rabbit warren not far from here, but you'll have to leave your territory..." she looked back at the pup, pausing for a possible answer, but continuing, "now, rabbits have a way of.. fleeing. They have these runways which they like to use. Helps them escape easier. So you flush one out down a runway that I will be waiting at the other end of. If we succeed we will share it, half and half. Deal?" After a moment, the woman realised, "oh by the way, my name's Ghastly."(12:21:04) [#] Bable rolls 1d20 & gets 12. (even/odd to flush prey)
(12:32:20) Bable-- Leave the territory? Why, her brothers would be so jealous if she came back with this story. She was already daydreaming about rubbing her little story in Yusef's smug, earless face. "T-Thankyou." Babs said as she shook herself back to reality. Damn. That was a word she had yet to use. Atleast she knew the word Thankyou though, right? Bable listened intently as Ghastly spoke of rabbits and their habits, writing it all down in that mental notebook of hers. "My name is Bable. Show me where the warren is?" After all, poor child was so hungry.
(12:39:18) Ghastly was slightly surprised that the child was so eager to come with her. She could have been a pup-killer for all she knew. There was no questioning or suspicion... hm. "Lucky for you my intentions are true," she started on the child, smile fading and lips pursing, "for if it were anyone else with alternative, less... honest intentions, you would be running off to your likely death, or even worse," she paused, perhaps for dramatic effect, "a life as a slave and someone else's property to do with or torture as they please." Quiet befell to allow the kid to take this in, before Ghastly turned away in preparedness to leave for the warren. "Rule of thumb, next time, be wary of the unknown." That smile returned. "Now, Bable, let me show you where that warren is, and where I want you to hide and where to run to flush out that rabbit." Ghast may have been frail and unable to hunt much alone, but she made up for all of her shortcomings with intelligence and wisdom. She was a quiet haunter, watching, listening, learning, knowing. If the child followed she made her way to an alcove, surrounded by undergrowth, following runways and working out the best to set up on. She would set the child behind the opening of a warren, near a sprawling rabbit-sized courtyard, and after some hushed directions, "chase it down that way when it emerges", she herself positioned herself down the runway she had picked out as the most likely used escape route. With any luck the rabbit would run right into her awaiting jaws.
(13:00:51) Bable simply rolled her eyes at Ghast. Why, Babs was already a tortured slave! She didn't get regular meals, and was forced to fight to survive. "If only you knew." Girl sighed, shaking her head. Plus, the woman had shown her kindness the little lady had yet to see. It was no surprise that she did not meet her with suspicion or distrust. "I could beat you up if I wanted!" The girl said smugly, puffing out her chest like the big bad beast she was. Ghastly's warning was heeded, however. What if there were meaner people out there bigger, badder, and meaner than NANNERS? As they arrived at the warren, the girl followed Ghastly's instructions as carefully. Once a rabbit poked it's way out of the hole, girl chased it directly into Ghas's direction. Woooo!
(13:09:05) Ghastly kind of.. chuckled at the young one's smug claim. "Me, perhaps, but maybe not others, especially not pup-snatchers." Ghastly was not built for fighting. Frail and delicate, it was a wonder if she was even built to carry child. Likely not, in all honesty. The plan was carried out to perfection. Ghastly was prepared, tense, waiting, and when that rabbit did indeed come bursting from the undergrowth along its runway she waited only a millisecond before lunging out and clasping the rabbit inbetween her set of gnashers. The victim wriggled between them and Ghastly bit down, hard, crushing the thing's ribcage and likely splintering ribs. It was held, the air literally squeezed from its lungs, until it grew limp. At that point the kid had porbably caught up, and the pallid ice-queen peered towards Babel with a rabbit-filled smile. The prey was dropped in front of the pup and Ghastly placed a paw ontop of it before leaning down to take its hinds in her teeth and pulling back. With a good tug it tore in half, bones popping and cracking, flesh wrenching apart and blood spilling onto her once pristine paw. With the hinds claimed for herself, she moved away and left the rest of the rabbit, including the gourmet innards, for the child. After all, she was a growing girl. |
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MAY 6
May 6, 2015 20:58:46 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 6, 2015 20:58:46 GMT
"What doesn't kill you..."
(14:06:20) Vadimir had left home to scout and find suitable dining arrangements. He located a group of cow moose, relaxing and looking to be just shooting the breeze. Perfect hunting opportunity for the monstrous King! And so he went at them, heedless of the size difference. The bigger they were, the harder they fall. And when he was done, a cow the size of a horse lay at his feet. The deed hadn't been done completely unscathed. Vadimir's hip and side were awash with red from those hooves as the cow had tossed about in her death throws. When she grew still Vad would grab hold of the corpse's snout and begin the process of dragging that shit home. Any normal canine would have left such a hulking monstrosity there. But for Vad? For him it was a chance to work his muscles and push beyond the limitations of the flesh! A passtime he'd come to savor above any other. It took a day or two to return home, taking stops along the way. But when the border was in sight, he'd drop the moose and promptly colapse, utterly exhausted from exertion and pain alike. Froth encrusted jaws, his eyes fluttered, and with his last bit of strength he lifted his head to utter a piercing, yet chill howl. Like YO, DINNER SERVED YAH UNGRATEFUL BITCHES. And then he shuddered and conked out. BLERP.
(14:14:37) Cortés returned from his hunting trip a failure. He wasn't exactly surprised though. He was good at some things, but other things, he was not. In the end, he had managed to find some berries to snack on, just to give him a taste, a flavor, to enjoy. The long journey home was easy enough though, and he took in the scenery around him. There was no blood, no spoiled flesh clinging from the foliage. It was pristine, beautiful. A hint of morning dew still clung unto the green leaves, like jewels, they shone brightly. He would fight the sigh that would begin to bubble up. His home was beautiful in it's own right. A haven that truly made him feel right with the world. That was a jewel all on it's own... It took a while for the man to return, hours probably but he couldn't tell, and his eye took in the scene quickly. Before him lay his Master, a prey animal, and blood spilled from both creatures profusely. His fr bristled and he moved t rush the man. His lungs burned as worry filled him. Maestro, Maestro!" He circled the man, his everything about him agitated. "Maestro, I wished to have helped you. I am tu arma!" He whined, the high pitched sound rolling from his throat.
(14:19:03) Piscean. While everyone was out and about trying to find sustenance, Pi was ona a different mission. At fisrt she had gone to meander about aimlessly, as she usualy did in the day. Nothing like a morning/midday stroll to get the blood flowing, when you otherwise had nothing else to do than clea nwounds. It was liek she was the pack nurse! She didn't mind though, caring for other was one of her many talents, unfortunately it doesn't go far out here. Anywys, among her little stroll, Pi had come across an interesting, smelly creature. A little tent caterpillar that was inching its way across the dirt. Curious, as she had not seen one of these before, pi flicked it about with her nose. What would it do? Did it hurt? Could it be eaten? Well, the mutt wasn't about to eat something that could potentially kill her, what a way to go after all she had been through. Instead, she flicked it about, watching it try to right itself, until it crowled up on her nose. It tickled, and the gal had to hold back a sneeze. She didn't want to lose her squirmy buddy. Making sure to keep her head balancesd as she did, she troted back to the camp excitedly. She had her own prize! Granted, she wasn't going to eat it, but she would amuse herself with it for now. Her own little pet. IT almost made everything else go away. The darwinist mentality of the pack, her irritable hormonal state. Nope, all she cared about was CATERPILLAR. So when Pi reached the courtyard, she parked her rump a bit a ways from Cort and Vad, placign the lil bug on the dirt between her paws. Pink eyes watched it carefully, full of amusement, as it crawled over her white tipped toes. She didn't even notice the bigass meal Vad had provided for everyone.
(14:32:38) Zodiak's body hadn't moved since he'd been dragged aside by Drak the previous evening. Good eye was pressed into the dirt while the empty socket baked in the sun. Flies and gnats swarmed the exposed flesh, landing occationally to feast upon the clotted blood before flying about in an uncoordinated fashion. He didn't move, sleep was not the best way to describe his condition. He was comatose; body overwhelmed from the events that had taken place. Sudden outbursts however, snapped senses to life more quickly than he'd like. Front half swung up and wavered as his world spun like a hungover college student. He groaned as the dull ache washed over him. The hole in his side burned as it pressed into the dirt and his head throbbed. Head craned towards the commotion to see cortes circling an unconsious vad. A growl rumbled in his throat and he struggled to stand, stumbling forward towards the two thinking cort had harmed his Tsar. Fangs would half bare as he was still weak to show full aggression, single eye following the frantic brute
(14:52:49) Vadimir lay in the dirt, his chest heaving as his body royally bitched him out for his over-working tendencies. All was black and without substance, his mind a misty vault of echoes and far off voices and sounds. He'd finally found a limit in his strength, and quite unfortunately. He LOVED it. The feeling of pure and utter exhaustion, the feel of blood intermingling with the ground beneath him. It was all so freeing, liberating. He wished to bask in the glow of his triumph longer, but sadly. Someone decided to bring him back to the realm of the waking because, clearly. Folks gotta harsh his strong boner! Lips peeled back in a snarl as he struggled upward, body tensing as muscles and tendons strained and bunched beneath his efforts. He felt wobbly, off-kilter, and as if the ground under his paws rolled and churned like a roiling sea. Blearily he'd look toward Cortes, who'd been the one to make the awful din. Just what was he freaking for? Diabolical snarl left Vadimir's throat, and he Vadimir grumbled, voice low and gravally to such a degree that he sounded much like a disembodied ghoul from beyond the ether. "Zatknut'sya ublyudok!" Just speaking made his head spin, and it was with some heavy effort that he forced himself to think rationally. Cort probably had no idea what you just said, idjit. "I voz juzt restink my eyez!" Vad snarled in a not-so clement tone, trying and failing once again to rise to his feet. "Make yourzelf uzeful and haul zat corpse up to ze den, razer zan frettink over me." Body bristled and tensed when he beheld Zod and Pisces, the former sporting a new slew of wounds, the latter... a caterpiller. Wut. Just. Wut.... Vadimir eyed them all as if to inquire if Vechnyy had gone to the circus while he'd been away, but decidedly focused instead on the two whom seemed to carry the most concern. "I'll let hell freeze over before I let zome paltry hoofed beast undo my wrath. Now get avay from me!" In truth, at another time he might have welcomed the aid, even the concern. But... well, though he had told Yusef that accepting help wasn't a sign of weakness. It was still difficult to actually ACCEPT help when it was offered. Bit of a hypocrite there, eh Vad? Looking at the ground Vadimir would ease consciousness to a more receptive state, even though he still tried to stand by himself. Which... resulted in the same damn thing. On his side, huffing irritably. BLURGH LEGS Y U NO WERK.
(15:11:48) Cortés tried to calm himself enough that he could figure out what to do. Cortes ceased his movement, and would try to look over the injuries. There was so much blood, but most of it appeared dried as if the wound had been closing and opening over and over. He then would recoil at the sound of his Master's voice. Relief flooded through him and his panic attack lessened to a mere look of concern. At the order, he would nod, pumping up his smile once more. "Si, Mi Maestro. As you wish it." He would fluff himself up and walk around the man he so worshiped. However as he bent down to grab hold of the animal's limb, his eye would slightly catch sight of the young man named Zod. Cortes would smile, nodding his head as though the other day never happened. As if their fight, and his losing an eyeball, was just a figment of their imagination. "Buenos días, Mi amigo!" His tail wagged idly behind him at the greeting he offered. If he was responded to, he'd beam even more. Turning his skull slightly, he'd spot Pi playing with some sort of creature upon the ground. Really he couldn't tell, not with his poor eyesight. "Muñeca," he called out, his eye narrowing upon the girl's form. "Come. Aid me in this." He didn't expect her to ignore his answer, so immediately he would lean down to latch upon the right forelimb, and await for the girl to do the same.
(15:19:39) Piscean: had been lost in her little world, as usual, and hadn't noticed the cranky Vadimir and angry Zod in the background. The mutt was just content on toying about with ehr new litle companion. Her own pet! But it was was shortlived. Girl stood up abruptly at the soudn of Cort's voice. He called for her assistance. Who was she to say no? No one, thats who. Though he wasn't top of the ranks, he was still above her. So Pi trotted forward and latched onto a leg as instructed, and pulled up to the den on Corte's mark.
(15:34:42) Zodiak meerly stood there observing, he was still out of it and adjusting to his lack of left peripherals. gaze would drift momentarily to the kill, then back to vad as he rose in a fury of russion splurrs. hmm ok so he was alright. as cortes turned attention toward him zod would stare blankly before sighing and turning from him to approach vad. He'd shift to him and half collapse next to his tsar. Tongue would loll out to plant a stream of licks to the top of his head working way toward ears where pink appendage would seek to clean out, digging deep within the canal before removal to clense the outer surfaces. When that was done (granting there were no objections) he'd shift to his face, cleaning cheek and grazing over eye. His goal was not a shower of affection, but grooming--bonding with his alpha and riding himself of the stress that that bond was broken. It was only a fight, a simple fight that had gone terribly wrong. He'd make it right and reclaim his position doing whatever it took to serve his pack... his family.
(15:38:34) Ghastly had sent the pup back home with her prize. She would be smarter to eat it alone where none could take it from her. Ghastly chewed and swallowed her own half of the rabbit quickly and spent the last hours of the afternoon cleaning herself up, and thinking over Cortes' words of warning. He would make her a caged... princesa? Well his foreign word sounded similar to one she knew... but she debated. She didn't want to be anyone's 'princesa', whatever the context. She did know that she needed help. What did she have to lose? Oh wait, yeah, ears? Her tail? She was somewhat confident in her abilities to defuse situations before it should go so far... and if push did come to shove, she could remove herself. She had done so before in the face of death. So, standing, now clean of the rabbit's blood, Ghastly made her way towards the pack's border. She hesitated at it, sniffing, but tentatively stepped across as though she would be severely punished if caught doing so. She probably would be is probably why! She hoped to find the Spaniard first, for she had already established something of a relationship with him. Who knows how intolerant his packmates would be on a trespasser... she was gaining close to the heart of their land. Their scent grew stronger and more sickly as she advanced. Soon enough she saw a gathering of bodies in the distance, and that was her cue to stop. Several many metres away did she linger, in the distance, waiting for them to deploy an investigator to find her after catching her scent on the early evening breeze.
(16:21:27) Vadimir rose up once more, this time being smart enough to let his body have a chance to settle into the posture, before he glared at his unruly anatomy, most unpleased. Gotta rest sometime, doof. Still muttering profanities darkly under his breath, Vadimir sat urpright with some effort, only to be besieged from Zod as he came forth to groom the try-hard ruler. Cortes and Pi had the moose handled, so Vad decided, meh... he'd lick and cast teeth to lightly sink into the younger male's muzzle, pausing when he noted that he was missing any eye. A blink of confusion, before Vad flared his nostrils to sniff toward this peculiarity. "Vot are... vot 'appened to you?" He'd ask, not out of concern as mere curiosity. Frankly, he thought it made Zod look even more dashing. But weird a taste as Vadimir had, this wasn't surprising. Pi walking back and forth alerted him to her heat, the smokey, cloying aroma making his nose-hairs shrivel. Fucking hell. Why, just why. Lowering his head (16:51:33) Vadimir rubbed both paws across his snout and nose, snorting in an effort to get the unique aroma out. God. That was the last thing he needed. And then, to his unending fury. Up came a female, a lonesome, though apparently, from appearances, self controlled female. Vad panted as teeth grinded together, paws lifting him up as he turned to confront her. His body and joints screamed in protest, but he didn't care. He wasn't about to make the pack look weak by seeing him in such a poor state, nor by them being forced to take his place on the front lines. Hell no. He was a Tsar, and he fit to his job description regardless of injury. "And who are you?" For not it would be communication that would take place as main holder of action. Teeth only if necessary.
(16:56:39) Cortés would bring herself to move backward, yanking, pulling and savagely breaking sun baked flesh as he tried to move. Noting that the girl was with him pleased him, and he nodded absently to her in a sort of praise, though he gave no words to confirm it. When they were done, and thoroughly displaced the deceased animal, Cortes would moved within it's front, idly kicking up dirt to hopefully mask some of the scent. He knew it was futile of a thing to do, but for Cortes. When you got a meal you didn't want others to find, you'd bury it. The last thing he wanted was to have some thief sweep in when they were lacking in food to begin with. Not that they couldn't handle a thief, but it seemed the inhabitants of Vechnyy were a bit battered a bruised, and could deal without the problem. Cortes kicked the final sling of mud before moving forward back toward the courtyard. His step was confident enough that he strode up to both Zod and Vad. His eye solely for the Tsar, his head bowing deeply. "Task has been done, mi Maestro. Anything else you-" He paused mid sentence as he eyed a being within the distance. The pale coloration reminded him of the woman from before. "Ninfa..." He backed away from the Tsar and from Zod, shaking his head slightly. "Your chances are up," he'd whisper, a smile uplifting clearly. He would move toward the female, his skull cocked slightly so that he could see her more clearly. His whole demeanor was that of a gentlemen. He'd wait until he was a few feet away to grin. Though from what it seemed like, his Maestro had noticed the woman too.
(17:05:13) Piscean had trotted out of the den shortly after Cortes 'buried' the meal. Her mind wandered back to her little bug friend, sure it had gotten picked up by a bird or found shelter on some unsuspecting tree by now. Oh well, circle of life yadd yadda. Upon her arrival, she was surprised to asee another female. For some reason, this annoyed Pi. Probably the hormones, but whatever. So many encounters with strangers riled her up enough, but the presence of another female...just plain aggrevated her. Despite her evident dissaproval, Pi couldn't do anything about it. he was not in a position of power of the stranger, and if they somehow became initiated, she'd be below them. With an exasperated huff, Pi flumped down in the dirt not far form were Vad was perviously napping. For now she'd watch them handle the stranger, who seemed to be a friend of Cortes. Oh well, not her problem. She could care less about the female, though she'd be interested in seeing the gal torn into as she was. It seemed Vechnyy's attitudes were imprinting on the ex domestic. It was a good thing though, it means she'd be tougher. As the days past, it seemed like her naive, ignorant pet shell was melting away. Of course, her playful spirit wasn't gone, that was evident with her toying about with the caterpillar. It was more, a shift in attitude and ideals. Hmm.
(17:17:54) Zodiak was content in grooming vad when question was presented. He'd stop and lower his head before gaze drifted to cortes and back to vad with a sigh. "I lost..." he'd answer with defeated tone before hoisting himself up to all fours. It was in that moment vads atention had shifted to another wolf. Zod moved up along his side to better view the female, his chest rumbling softly. All these wolves, they were flocking here and the borders must have been weak as they all seemed to miss them. Ear would shift back and he lowered his head, stumbling away from vad toward the river; enemy number 2. Like a drunken man he'd sway to and fro as he made his path, collapsing to the ground on occasion before finally stopping at the bank. The rush of waves was in his mind once again, the fear brewing but his unimaginable pain was much greater than the phobia. Regretfully he stepped forward into the water until it covered the wound on his leg. Eye squinted and teeth clenched as he tried to cope with the water itself and the pain surging through his leg. This had to be done but he feared hs phobia wouldn't allow him to go any farther. He had multiple wounds that needed clensing, one very close to infection. He would have to submerge but it was a task he could not acheive alone. Head twisted back to observe the happenings closer to home before attentions shifted to the water. With a sigh he lowered his head and stood amongst the gentle current, watching the dry blood wash from his leg to reveal raw pink skin and several punctures driving deep into the muscle.
(17:20:27) Ghastly simply stood there, lingering, haunting. A spectre, an apparition. She could make out their bodily orientations, and noted when they seemed to notice her. Good. She wasn't trying to hide. Head lowered, ears dropped, she slunk forwards. Her pale golden eyes flitted towards her Spaniard acquaintance from the days prior, acknowledging him, then among the others present. One especially called out to her, and at that, she instantly halted. Ears rose slightly to attention, however her rear lowered and her tail was so low that its tip almost curled around one of her ankles. "Ghastly," she called back in response, voice hoarse and whispery. But that was it. She remained where she stood, muscles coiled, trembling ever so finely, completely focused and prepared to flee like a spooked horse. She would not intrude unless invited to do so.
(17:36:39) Vadimir noted Zod's current state, no better than his own.... damn. Everyone was fucked up, except Cortes and Spi. And Drak, or so he assumed, wherever he was at the moment. Probably off being a badass, as the brothers were want to do in their spare time. Huehue. Shoulders rolled as Vad shifted his weight to his less injured side, using those limbs as a crunch to keep him from slouching. There was no allowance for visible pain. If he did that, what was to stop people from running up and down the country side ranting and raving about a pack who had battered and bruised individuals? One being an alpha, no less? No, that just... he'd sooner lose a limb than let that happen. When Zod moved off to cleanse his wounds, Vad didn't stop him. Nay, the youngster was in even worser shape than Vad himself was. Cortes moving off to meet the stranger took him by surprise. They knew each other.... how? Brows furrowed, and Vad raised his head to crack a cramping in his neck. "You know diz von, Cortes?" and then the woman spoke, naught but her name. Well, it fit, that was for sure! Following in Cort's wake, Vad would limp his way toward her. No concealing that, sadly. But then, he didn't mind but so much. To an extent he liked brandishing his tokens of war, his wounds that showed just how ephereal his vitality was. As long as he didn't look like a cripple or that he was overly pained. Yeah, bring on dem limpies. He'd still try to strut, until he tripped over his own paws and was forced to catch himself.... NO ONE SAW THAT. Mild shake of his pelt, and Vadimir would stop before Ghast, should she have allowed him to gain such proximity. "And vot do you vant?" He'd say in a tone reminiscent of her own. "RAB! Come here." Vadimir dare not look away from Ghastly, so quite suddenly he'd call out for Pi to come to his side. If she should heed his call, he'd growl out in a harsh whisper, intended for her ears only. "For blasted zake, vot iz your name voman, and vot do you zink you are doink?" Laying about while many of the pack were injured, simply watching while everyone else did their job? AW HELL NAW.
(18:05:18) Cortés turned his skull, to speak toward the Maestro, of course while never letting his eyesight stray from the woman. "Si, Mi Maestro. This Ninfa is someone I know." He would then turn to gaze upon the Tsar, bowing his skull. "I met her once before joining la familia. Then a second when I was going off to tend to my wounds against Zod." He paused, watching as the man departed. A twinge of respect for the man blossomed within his breast. Admitting defeat as one step close to humility. A trait one needed within the world. "Adios, Mi amigo. We should speak later," he'd call after. He'd then turn back to the situation at hand.
(18:07:09) Piscean sprung to action when she was called for. Thankfully she was being attentive this time, not lost about in her mind as usual. Mutt sprinted to the Tsar's side. Boy she felt like an idiot. When Vad reprimanded her, her tail fell low and her head dipped a bit. "I'm sorry." she said sincerly. "I wasn't sure what to do." No excuses, come on Pi. "What do you need me to do." She asked the male, pink gaze bright and attentive. She hoped she could pull off whatever taks he wished for, and redeem herself in his eyes for this mistake Piscean coughed and quietly addded, "It's Pisces, by the way."
(18:09:52) Zodiak stares at the water.
(18:17:52) Ghastly watched, contemplating, assessing. Cortes was the first to approach, which she was more acceptable of. He was familiar, after all. The other, visibly injured as he limped forwards, however was not. Ghastly reversed just as she had when she first met Cortes, tail curled so its tip brushed her tiny, virgin nipples. Head was dropped so low that her shoulder blades were seen rolling beneath the pallid, pristine, silken fur, and her ears flattened so low that they could barely be seen in the downy fluff at their bases. "Help..." she almost choked on the word as submission wracked her whole demeanour. The display was quite possibly the most perfected display of submission performed by any wolf, ever. She has had many years of practice. Iron-licked moonshine eyes were squinted half-shut, and her lips were pulled to bare her foreteeth in a defensive smile of tongue-flicking. Coiled, tense, Ghastly's gaze flitted from here there and between all the wolves, and she released. Exploding, she span around and lunged off, darting into the nearby undergrowth with uncanny speed. She has had much practice at that, too. With that, she was gone, leaving only a few silken hairs and a sweet smell of morning frost, twinged ever so slightly with a hint of rabbit blood.
(18:36:30) Vadimir watched the young woman tuck herself in a submissive display, much as Pisces had done upon their first meeting. So far the only one to have met them with any form of piss or vinegar was Cortes. Who was... kinda getting his way up their in being thought of as 'alright'. Vad didn't know enough about the fellow to give a definate judgement call, but he liked what he saw so far. Speaking of, the man in question alluded to knowing this "Ghastly" though in what way he decidedly left out. Acquaintences, then? How... well, quaint. "Mmph...." Was Vadimir's initial response. Meh, how was he to feel about any of this? Downright pissed, for one. So far they had allowed for three strikes. First had been Pay, who had indeed payed a heavy toll for her shenanies. And then there was Pisces, who was now a worthless slave. And now.... now there was this woman. Paw lifted to run over his muzzle again as Pi came within close range. UGH GOD THE SMELL. [c]
(18:42:46) Vadimir"I vant you to--" He'd begin issuing orders, but before he could get far Ghast replied to him, leaving him puzzled and fumbling for clarification. "Help, vot kind o--!" And then she was off, sprinting away like a bat outta hell. Eye twitched as he stared at the lingering duscloud, expression inscrutable as he found himself beyond any recognition of palpable emotion. Straw that broke the camel's back, it was never a fun thing. But Vadimir's fuse had never been long to begin with. "I vant you," He continued, voice disturbingly calm, "To locate zat voman, und bring her back here. If she doez not come villingly, yet refuses to leave for gud. You kill her, dizzect her body, und leave ze tangled remainz at ze border, zo zis ridiculous farce can come to an end." Not many would think it safe to approach onto Vechnyy turf, with a decaying corpse to greet them, right?? "Und if you fail me," Vadimir's voice dropped, and he'd turn to Pisces with an acid tinged smirk. "Zen it zhall be your pelt zat fliez az Vechnyy'z standard, und any who approach vill be told your story. How you vere given a chance, und you squandered it in preference for veakness." Now everything about him, from vocals to body posture, radiated the melodramatic calm that preceded unrestrained violence. "Now go, und don't you dare return until you have done az I've asked. BEGONE!" And Vad would snap at her face, neck, anything within reach. The attack, of course, was weaker than his usual standard, but hell if he tried his best to get ahold of SOMETHING. If he succeeded in giving the girl a good head start, Vad would lay down roughly, winded from the effort of fueling his anger into action. "Cortes, follow her. Aid her in her task if necessary, und kill her if she forsakes it." Good riddence to a waste of space. He'd sigh, headache causing skull to feel bloated and heavy. Vadimir would lay chin upon folded forepaws, closing his eyes tightly to keep the world from spinning.
(19:06:52) Cortés watched as the woman ran off, tail between legs. He almost felt bad for what was about to become. He warned her twice. The moment he met her, and the next when he say her the second time. This third time was her last. Unfortunately for her, interest had been taken by his master, and the order issued was given to Pi. He was surprised the man hadn't given the direct order to him, as his relationship with Ghastly would have proved beneficial. He watched as pi, if she was wise, would run off to do the bidding of his master. A sigh laying upon his lips. Though when the voice of Vad pierced his funk, he quickly turned skull, eye brow raising in silent inquiry. His own order was issued, making the man's tail flaunt side to side slowly. "Si, mi Maestro. As you wish it." He'd silently slink off then, slow moving, yet confident in his path toward both Pi and Ghastly.
(19:27:41) Piscean nodded, listening to the Tsar. The other's cowardess and fleeing annoyed her a bit. She hadn't allowed herself to turn tail and run off, why should anyone else? Before Vad could really take a substantial bite out of her, she sped off, eager to prove her worth. Pi didn't need encouragement, no she was more than pleased to carry out this order. Finally she was getting the chance to sink her teeth into something, someone. Plus, this encounter may provide her with practice before her spar with Cortes. Provided everything went as planned. Though Pi wasn't an experienced fighter, the frial and gentle features of the strange woman didn't prove as a direct threat to Pisces. The Bernese/Dane cross had strength and force behind her, though she didn't know how to channel it quite yet. Her potential would be realized, or not, soon enough.
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May 7, 2015 2:13:47 GMT
Post by Crona on May 7, 2015 2:13:47 GMT
(14:01:38) Megas shivered against the last of the winter winds, moving out of the warmer regions as the sun slowly heated their portion of the world. He tried to follow the winds when on his own, his short, messy coat too thin for the cold seasons. Now he was migrating again, spring was here and summer was well on its way. Prey would be moving and young would be born throughout the world, or strengthening from their first winters. He ducked his narrow muzzle to the water, silver eyes resting on his reflection indifferently. His gnarled scars added character he supposed, he'd gotten over them early in. Well, most of them. His tongue paused in its venture, eyes lowering to the neck of his reflection, struck across with a deep scar he'd only barely survived. Megas raised his head, done wallowing in his own pity, tongue lapping over any stray water on his lips. Food sounded good, but he should find shelter first, make out his plans for the warmer seasons.
(14:26:32) Cinnema was yet adjusting to having queenly duties within the pack, but she enjoyed her time away doing other things that weren't so royal. Like wandering the territory and making sure people ate! Except the children of course, they were quite on their own if they wanted to live. With careful paws the pale woman had wandered to flatter land and sniffed out a place where she could get something half decent to bring back up the hill. Most of the morning was spent watching, waiting. Singling out a young doe who didn't look quite old enough to add her own spawn to the herd. Cin was quiet and patient, watching as the poor thing walked right away from the bigger members and closer to the waiting predator. Ha! Stupid grazers. She made her move, cutting it off with long quick strides, pushing it in the opposite direction. Unexperienced, it let itself be pushed astray and was slowed down by the undergrowth it encountered. She'd kill it easily after that and begin dragging it toward home along the river. Thankfully it was not too difficult for her to manage, being one of the smaller ones. Cinnema's paws would slow when she reached the part that was near enough home, her nose full with the scent of blood and pack scent at the bank causing her to not notice the stranger across the way. With a sigh she would take a moment to rest, dropping into a patch of grass to roll in the green with a contented grunt before standing and licking blood from her muzzle. Mm it was a nice day.
(14:40:00) Megas stood as he scrutinized the horizon, his narrow body shivering against a particularly cold breeze off the river that brought with it a scent that drew his attention. His tall ears stood as he straightened his posture, striking that notable attentive pose so characteristic of his breed. He was probably sitting on or next to a border, he figured, and the idea of it was confirmed by the approach of another. They appeared distracted, and with a shift of his perspective, he could see why. They had a kill, ready to eat and fresh dead. Well, that's convenient. He contemplated whether or not the injuries from a scuffle would be worth the food, bacteria out in droves for the new spring. He slowly paced down the bank a few steps, not so much a coward to strike when she wasn't looking at least. It was either wrestle with the teeth of another predator or with the weapons of something built to defend itself from something like him. He took one moment more of thought before deliberately wading into the shallows of the river where the current rolled against his hind ankles, slightly moreso for his fores. Even if it didn't end in food, he could use a good wrestle after a strenuous winter.
(14:59:24) Cinnema took a moment after rolling to shake out long, although scraps of grass did cling to her pelt. Any time was a good time to roll in some nice green grass, but especially after a hunt. Such a refreshing smell, and a bit of stain from the kill had rubbed off as well. The breeze that passed didn't phase her, but she took the opportunity to check for stray scents. Not that she found anything out of place, until a disturbance in the water was heard and had her head snapping to stare at the male who was wading his way toward her. Instantly, relaxed posture shifted to stand as tall as she could with tail lifted above her spine, bright ears pressing forward as scarred muzzle was pointed in his direction. The level of danger that had been present recently was a thought in the back of her mind as muscles tensed and readied in case this went downhill quick. Cin was not hesitant to throw down for the safety of her pack, and fresh kill, if she needed to. Green eyes swept over him quickly before Cinnema's jaws parted to utter the first words between them with hint of a growl. "You are on Vechnyy territory, why do you approach?" words rang out clear and dominant, dangerous. She didn't take well to strangers, but nor was she exactly sure if that was the right thing to say to outsiders. Hm. No matter, she was sure on her position and how she'd proceed otherwise, and her posture sure said so.
(15:13:28) Megas tilted his head slowly as she became aware of his presence, watching her actions closely, but... his attention snapped suddenly to her face when she began to speak and with that came a frown. He pushed on through the river, using a large rock on the bottom of the river bed to cross with minimal swimming, only going as far as the shallows on her end instead. He lifted his head deliberately, exposing, visibly, the scar from the injury that had rendered his voicebox useless before he turned his attention to the kill. With one silver eye on her, he dared to take weighed steps in its direction, the water shifting around his legs as he moved, though made no clear attempt to make a solid lunge at it, nostrils flaring to take in the scent to gauge the quality of the carcass.
(15:32:15) Cinnema watched his progress across the river with careful eyes, not straying from his form. She was mildly irritated that he chose to advance without any response, causing her lip to curl slightly as he did so. Eyes would narrow as he obviously exposed the scar upon his neck, causing her pause. She didn't instantly connect the past injury with not being able to speak, never having come across such a case, but it came to her in slow pieces. Geez, for being a usually quiet person, having to confront someone did not come as an easy task for her, especially when that someone couldn't respond verbally. How the hell does one proceed? "Can you not speak?" regardless of any sort of response she'd proceed, "I'd advise you that visits are not taken lightly, stranger." Voice echoing out likely before he made a move toward the kill. Cin's legs would snap instantly into motion as he chose to do so, deep growl uttering out from her chest as she positioned herself easily between him and the food if Cinnema had not been before. Her patience was growing thin and frustration increasing, so the noise and exposed fangs were likely a last warning while her sharp eyes watched for his movements.
(15:43:19) Megas wrinkled his nose as she continued to speak, long ears pinning out of agitation. Well, at least this wasn't one of those polite types. He hated those, they didn't know any other communication besides verbal an it was rather useless. His train of thought cut short when her teeth and claws were suddenly between him and the carcass, growl rumbling to his ears like a trigger being pulled. His calm broke like river rapids and he bore his own teeth right back, wheezing an open mouthed hiss from parted cage of ivory in return, hackles raising to show he was just as ready to play ball. Silver gaze rose to make eye contact, ears forward like devil horns on his skull.
(15:55:55) Cinnema's ears pressed forward to meet the noise uttering from his throat, jaws opening wider to retort with her own snarl. Green eyes met his and the challenge there, muscles already bunched and ready to go. If that's how it's gonna be, then come at me bitch! She took the initiative of the first move, charging forward like a spring and clearing distance between them right quick. Using momentum to pull herself up her paws would aim to get about his shoulders as jaws snapped at his face, either teeth against teeth or to grab his muzzle if she could manage, all of it much like she'd seen the boys do in their own battles. She'd learned a thing or two from the numerous fights that went on in their presence.
(16:06:09) Megas's muzzle twitched with each wheezing hiss. He found, in his own time, there was a certain charming aspect behind a hissing dog. It certainly confused feline competition, that was certain. It was one of the only sounds he was capable of making these days, so he made use of it. When she moved, he moved, bracing his posture and lunging forward to meet her attack, teeth clicking and scraping together, like stags striking antlers, as their muzzles clashed. His own paws missed her shoulders as she made for his instead, pushing him back a step, but giving him the ground he needed to shove forward in retaliation against her two legged stance.
(16:18:00) Cinnema chose not to focus on the strange sound that was coming from his mouth, already having figured he couldn't speak. It sure was peculiar, but it was a fact and nothing more, thus nothing to linger on. She didn't flinch as the two of them met jaw to jaw, even as it caused likely both to bleed. As his paws missed their mark she'd push forward with a tad more confident hold, until he began to push her forward. Back legs shifting with the movement, she'd use a well-placed shoulder to push herself up and shift her body slightly to the side and dive with fangs toward top of his muzzle and possibly his eyes, whatever she could get at.
(16:24:24) Megas's indeed bled, gums abrased and sore wherever teeth slid against them. He paid it no mind, didn't have the time to. All of his focus was zeroed on the situation, eyes wide and narrow with excitement. His reaction was instinctual. He shoved with his forepaws, pushing up off the ground while she further unbalanced herself for an attack. He'd use her own attack to his disposal, raising his forepaws and shoving against her chest in an effort to topple her while she was trying to aim for his face, likely taking some pretty new injuries with him even if his attempt was successful.
(16:42:36) Cinnema was not exactly enjoying herself, or perhaps she just wouldn't admit that. Not hesitant at all about serving and doing what she had to for the pack and her life. And since he was threatening a pack kill? Then by all means. As he attempted to push her off, her jaws still flashed out, but he was quick enough that he managed to unbalance her before she could land a strike. Damn. She needed more practice. She'd fall backward with his weight being pushed against her, back legs immediately kicking out, probably toward his legs in an attempt to throw him. Front paws pressed up and into his neck given her position before being rolled over as she shifted her head to protect her throat. Hopefully with leverage pushing against him with front paws she could shift to the side and land a bite upon his face, but his leg more likely, holding and biting down if and when she managed to get any sort of flesh between her teeth.
(16:50:17) Megas was on her immediately as she toppled, using his forepaws to pin her while she kicked and snapped at him. He'd snap right on back, shoving his teeth in her face to show her just how pretty his smile was, an agitated hiss dripping off his tongue like metaphorical acid. He positioned his legs in front of hers in relation to her anatomy in an attempt to get those annoying little nails to stop kicking him, head reeling from the lightning fast scrap.
(16:58:41) Cinnema was annoyed that he was so quick to position his legs in an attempt to make her kicks less effective. She stiffened as his jaws came toward her, shifting her head to avoid them and moving her jaws to bite right back at that smile! If she could her aim was to catch his muzzle, most likely being at an angle and to the side of it, in order to inflict pain. Meanwhile she shifted her weight with the help of her front legs to move her back legs and aim right between his and kick like hell! Hey, never said she was fair, and if her life depended on it then all the better if kicking where it hurt helped her. Heee.
(17:04:26) Megas thought he'd had the fight, and perhaps it was his ego that had ultimately cost him. Then again, he wasn't used to fighting dirty, so in the end it was his ineptitude in assuming she would fight fair. The sudden shock of agony from his nethers drew a drew a geckered hiss from him as he suddenly leapt off of her, stumbling as quickly out of her reach as he possibly could in a short amount of time in hopes she was following to finish the job on his testicles. No fair!
(17:12:47) Cinnema couldn't keep the winning smirk off her face as her feet connected right where she wanted them to, quickly rolling herself up off the ground and lifting her head with a growl as she watched him skitter away. As he put distance between them she'd shake herself, blood flying from her bleeding jaws. She wasn't used to this abuse and should probably spar more often. Green eyes followed his form, tilting her head as she caught her breath from the sudden battle. Not quite ready to give in yet, but she wasn't going to push if he was done, quite honestly. "You done?" she'd say in a low calm voice, bright stare locked on his silver gaze. Muscles still tensed in case he came back at her again, but probably not considering she'd taken a low blow. Oh hell, who cared since he wasn't family? Outsiders were another story.
(17:20:21) Megas had to inspect his genitals for damage, which was honestly bullshit. That was hardly a win, she'd cheated. He scowled at her as he righted himself once he was done being in horrific pain, though the numbness would remain for a while. That was in no way fun and he would be guarding thos from now on. He snorted at her, the loudest sound he'd likely made since arriving since it didn't take a voicebox to blow air through your nose. He did not, however, intend on attacking again. Not right now. She'd already proven she intended to win by whatever means. He licked his teeth and lips and gums, the taste of iron making sure he'd have a little bit of trouble eating for a while, at least until they healed up. Unfortunately, he'd just wasted energy that could've gone towards a successful hunt, since he was sure deer didn't know to aim for the testacles. He found himself with nothing to do now, having lost whatever track of thought he'd had prior to the scrap.
(17:47:10) Cinnema was merely patient with him recovering, seeing no need to rush in as he'd retreated. In all honesty she would have been surprised if he'd wanted to continue, given the abuse. Still, the sudden push into a violent fighting mood was then hard to shake off, considering she rarely got into such a mindset. Tongue would run briefly over her lips as he snorted at her yet made no move closer, and she tried to slow down her breathing. Cin would narrow her gaze at the way he just stood there as if contemplating life. "Either leave, or submit and be brought before the kings of Vechnyy," she'd offer as a solution, her voice flat before half-turning toward the kill that had been the cause of the fight. Good thing it wasn't far to the den because it was going to hurt getting it there. Of course following may lead to him getting a piece of it himself, but that depended on the moods of the others. And at the moment the queen was quite irritated with him, tail flicking behind her ass as she waited a moment for his response. And if he was indecisive, well, then she'd just have to help him along!
(17:58:25) Megas bore his teeth at the idea of submission. He'd do no such thing! Those pretty ears of his were made to stand tall where they belonged, not pinned back against his scruff. He straightened his posture, glaring down his nose at the infuriating woman. Beasts like her survived, though. He rolled his eyes at her, a scowl set on his face, but he'd follow. He was proud, not stupid. He took a moment to shake off his fur, still wet from the river and now muddied wherever his coat had touched the dirt, mostly his legs. He moved to follow after that, figuring if they didn't like him he could just leave anyway.
(18:07:34) Cinnema would curl her lip at him in response, turning her head away from him and picking up the kill between her jaws carefully. She detested his prideful attitude, but. If he so chose to follow, she would just hope it was at a distance or she'd go right back in fighting. Bastard. Ears swiveling to keep track of his motions, she'd continue her journey from before to lead back home. The kings could do with him as they saw fit to when they arrived.
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May 7, 2015 2:33:08 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 7, 2015 2:33:08 GMT
(20:33:39) Cortés had returned from his outing. Spying on Pi had been easy enough. The girl left a trail in her wake, as well as the lithe woman named Ghastly. He shook his head at the memory of what went down. He expected the female to cower, but he hadn't expected her to flee the way she did. He'd sigh as he walked back unto the pack's territory. The scent wafting within his nose, was that of blood and urine. Scent markers that they were, would be fading with time. It also had been a while since he relieved himself. What better time to do it, than now. Cortes would shift himself so that his leg lifted from the ground, and a long stream of fluid expelled from him quickly. However he didn't stop in one place. He would halt his stream until he reached another faded marker, then another, until all within his bladder had been relieved. When that was done, he'd push himself to go toward the center of the territory, his gait long and confident.
(20:42:49) Nida returned! She'd escaped the gathering, a crowd was too much to bear for the rubensque woman. Anyway, the stiff hare, probably alive and very much petrified, hung in her mouth. It swung with every dragged step she took drawing her nearer to the densite. Her nose picked up fresh urine overriding hers though she elects to withhold the idea of overstating. She arrives, finally. Nida, however, balks at the sight of the same male she'd seen before, when there was so much nonsense going on. Not knowing her manners or understanding personal space, she unabashedly noses into the fur on his side to inhale it. What she strains has her gait slowed to an alert, mincing walk and then an abrupt halt. " Wur da keeds?" she muffled. " Oops!" described her expression momentarily.
(20:45:34) Yusef, HERE DA KEEDS. He huffed as he made his way back to the densite. Good lord the pup had been gone for two days and nobody noticed?! In any case, he toddled right on in, head held high. He had left after being mildly scolded, off to go work out his own anger at it. But now he was back! He'd lived off of squirrels and birds the past day or two, and so he wasn't really hungry though he he gave a little glare when he saw the only other two adults there. Hnnhh. Stupid man who talked funny and silly girl who got beat up. Oh. Hmm.
(21:08:04) Vadimir had given his order, and now was the time to take a moment to breath and recover from it all. He'd wander over to the moose, filling his stomach, now that the pain and exhaustion had subsided to such a degree that he had an appetite. When his belly was happily filled, he turned when Cortes came back. "Report?" He'd hear him, then nod. All according to plan, then. Good. Vadimir slowly began to recline, when in came Nida, getting up into everyone's business. "And vhere have you been?" He muttered, countanence more pouty than upset. "Vhy don't you help around, razer zan comink and goink az you pleaze." He didn't HATE Nida, no. They'd spent enough time together that Vadimir felt... lukewarm toward the woman. But he still felt she could do more. A hell of a lot more. And it disgruntled him that she had yet to do so. Vadimir turned back to the front of the territory, eyes brightening beneath their brows. So, his son was home. And... had clearly been elsewhere? Welp, good. Lad was trying to be more independant. "Yusef, gud. I'd like you to do zomezink for me." Vad would roll up onto his paws, sniffing at the child. What had him so disgruntled? Should Yusef agree, Vadimir would nod toward Nida and Cortes. "You know zat large branch I brought a few dayz ago?" He'd indicate it with the jerk of his chin, "I vont Nida to hold it, und for you to hang onto it und take it from her. Cortes is to battle her, make it difficult for her to concentrate. If Nida lozes, take her tail. If she winz.... tell me." And then he could plan out from there. Now the Tsar shuffled off to a small alcove away from everyone, using this chance to take a breather and gather his energy... before shit went down once more. Which, knowing Vechnyy. Would be very soon.
(21:31:43) Nida's head turned like a whip, the quiet hare in mouth swinging into motion. She gives a squinty-eyed look, " I heev sumting to tuhell joo," was struggled past around the quarry, spoke what she'd been doing. Though hardly what she'd devised. Before relinquishing her hold to the hare placed on the ground she arranged her forepaw between the prey's shoulder. Mouth free, she spoke. Or .. was, until Vad had other ideas in mind. A dry snort elicits through her quivering nose when her wolf attentive process what was said, and a gusty change of expression overtook the mild one. So .. tug-of-war with a pup .. and the presumed Cortes' purpose is to make it fair. Gotcha. No problem with the task; helping the pack to its greatest potential is one of the many things everyone has to pitch in for the sell of great warriors, never dying.
(21:35:30) Yusef gazed up at him, but wrinkled his nose and gave a brief nod after he was told what to do. Okay. Nida had to pick up the stick first of course. His butt nub wiggled a bit--oh, the prospect of another tail! How exciting! He wriggled his way over, puffing out his chest lightly. READY AND WILLING TO GO, POPPA MARSHMALLOW. LETS DO THIS.
(21:41:08) Cinnema dragged her kill of a young doe up to the den from the river, having taken a break to roll in some grass only to come across a stranger who was intent on getting her food! Pfft. Actually they'd gotten off easily, with bloodied lips and gums but no bad wounds. Not that she was now in the best of moods, having to drag her kill the rest of the way (even a short distance) in her hurting mouth. Green eyes would scan over the people in presence as she came up, first looking to Vadimir and a nearby moose, then Nida and Yusef. Her ears hardly caught the order of the 'tug of war' as she walked up and would drop the carcass near the other. If only she'd known it was here, she'd never have gone off to hunt in the first place thus possibly avoiding a fight! Cin would turn then, coming to stand next to Vad as she licked the blood in her mouth. Also looking for the male, if he chose to follow as she hadn't payed all too much attention to him coming up. She couldn't give a shit if he did, but honestly she'd prefer him gone! His prideful nature got on her nerves as easily as his lack of voice did. Obviously still irritated and trying to calm herself from the brief fight she'd lean her head against Vad's neck if he did nothing to prevent it. "What is with all these people showing up suddenly?" she'd mumble almost murderously, glaring to where Megas was assumed to be. Almost pointing him out to the Tsar and half hoping the would-be food theif would meet Vadimir's lovely teeth personally.
(21:57:21) Megas had followed her in, but was distracted by the apparent going ons in the court yard that he lost track of her completely to watch. A pup against a distracted adult? Entertaining. He wondered if it was a game or training. Possibly both? He licked his gums, frowning at the taste of iron. That was going to be annoying. Finally his attention returned to the female with a sudden turn of his head, assuming he was supposed to still be following. Oops. He closed the distance, though kept several feet between them out of respect for his balls.
(22:15:50) Zodiak was at peace for the moment. Front limbs encased partially beneath the river's surface. He tried to fight the fear, to push farther in to rinse the wound to his side but to no avail. Bloodied face would gaze down to his leg, admiring the now rather white wound that had been soaking for quite some time. The pain had dulled over meaning the river had done it's job; it would heal nicely. Gaze would shift to the water's surface, now solitary amber gem peering down at his current state. He looked like shit. Blood had clotted up within empty eye socket, nearly filling it completely with the blackish-brown crust. The scar that showed the trajectory of the wound looked no better; the fur that surrounded it stained dark. This was something he'd never planned for. It would be difficult to adjust to this new view on life with the lack of an eye. But if that bastard cortes could do it... so could he. Cringing he plumited his face into the river's surface, thrashing head side to side to remove any reminants of blood that stained his fur. His head throbbed as the water penetrated his eye socket. It burned furiously and he drew his head up with a snarl, shaking once again to remove the excess. Upon inspection of his reflection there seemed to be some traces of blood in his fur but the ball that clogged his eye socket had been removed and now the true depth of what had been lost was seen. It was gone...all that was left was a hallow chamber where it should be. He turned from the sight, removing himself from the water. It would be a while before he'd come to terms with it all. How would he face nida? Fears welled inside of him that she wouldn't be able to view him the same. Head dropped and he pressed forward back toward the den with a slight limp that bore more towards his right where the puncture from several days past resided. The inflamed wound burned as he made his way to the courtyard, pausing to take in who all was present. Head twisted like an owl; he wasn't used to this at all. He had a blind spot that made him feel vulnerable. Gaze would set on nida and his tail would sway but he didn't approach, instead he made his way past all present; including the one whom he didn't know. He'd trail through the dirt until he reached the large slab of rock beside the den before climbing up to lay.
----- OOC DECISION MADE -----
Vadimir directs Cinnema to Drakov to handle Megas.
Cinnema retires for the night, Megas goes out to hunt.
And the following morning King + Stranger meet.
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