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Post by Zodiak on May 4, 2015 4:36:51 GMT
Training Begins
Vadimir woke up having slept little, perhaps three hours or so before awakening to the new dawn. Vadimir sought out the goat Zod had captured the day before feasting upon the body until his hunger was sated. He'd earned it, so it was perfectly fair to take as much as he wanted! Once done he'd rush out to the mountains to do his jogging. Jogging upheld by holding several large tree branches. And if one should drop? Well, he'd have to start all over again. After 50th lap, he'd return home, panting and heaving. He'd venture toward the courtyard. He needed a drink, but before he left to do so. He was going to find his children and give them the much needed tutelage they required to grow what he and Drak considered to be 'healthy'. With a loud bark he'd signal his demand for an audience.
Dermo:. Since first hearing giant father stir and forsaken their luscious claim, Dermo had been unable to return to the brilliant sense of slumber. Dream world had faded and wouldn't be found again until night fall, or perhaps, if body was worn and a nap sought during the later daylight hours. But for now? Hell naw. Eyes burned with new-found energy as fluff-lined appendages heaved himself 'way from the rest of cuddled siblings-- yes, he still cuddled with the others that desired eachother's warmth. For Dermo wasn't to Yusef's stage of mind 'yet', not desiring seclusion but instead the touch of others. Upon successfully dislodging his proportion from their own, previous hunting schemes from the day before were quickly redrawn into his list of tasks. He'd creap forward 'cross the den's barren flooring until the little rodents were discovered, attempting to find sustenance, perhaps scraps that the canine family had left behind. Oh, but they'd find now. Dermo made sure of that with nightly crum-cruising habits. Proper play bow-like stance was taken. And with a butt wiggle here, another anxious wiggle there, components were propelled forwards with hopeful talons stretching forward. Little shit was amazed to actually find... SUCCESS. Practice had won him victory! At last! With an uncontainable growl, signalling a heightening sense of satisfaction, said rodent was removed from claws to find its demise within jaws. And before any could scold the child for feeding without first fighting -as he thought this was the new rule- the mouse was quickly slurrped into mouth until only its tail hung loose from proud jaws. Immediately, progressive stride carried the pride-filled whelp towards the den's entrance. Because ohhoho, he couldn't help but show off his kill! Straight to Vad, Dermo would wander. However, if any hint of aggression was found upon the larger dude's facial, rodent tail was quickly snap into lips and the mouse be swallowed. Hell if he'd let the man take it. But otherwise, happy puppy prance would seek to gain positive attention.
Zodiak twisted frame to roll upon back, paws stretched toward the sun as he slept in this day, basking in the warm rays that beat down upon his belly. Gash to his side had scabbed over, a little tender to the touch, but otherwise not an issue. Dreams didn't come to him last night, he was a happy pup and slept well. The crunching and munching of the goat nearby had him stirr, head sliding across dirt and eyes cracking open from his inverted positon to gaze at vad. Had to make sure none of the lil shits were trying to steal while he was sleeping. Tail would swish in the sand and eyes would close momentarily until vad had ventured off. Zodi rolled to his feet with a loud yawn, stiffening and stretching before giving his coat a good shake. He wandered to the goat and picked at whatever was left, eating just a small amount as he'd eaten pleanty yesterday. Upon vads return and call to order, zod moved to him walking past him while leaning to rub against the brute, tail fanning behind him. Morning! He curved around and nosed at vads chin before attention shifted to the approaching pup, head tilted at what looked like a small tail hanging from his jaws. Zod smirked, eyes moving to vad "Looks like he found breakfast" impressive for a pup that age but he knew the fathers expected more than den mice.
Drakov: Past couple days had been spent in wandering contemplation. Things had begun to shift in directions he hadn't expected. Why.. The children were 2 months now, and still alive. Every last one of them! Some even proving more than he'd imagined, what with Yusef's water sports and now last nights brawl? Ohyes, he'd seen. The little tussle before it, the raucous to be had, was enough to draw the beast in and watch from the high rocky cliffs. He was zoned lately. Confused as to what step to take next. By god, he was SO sure they'd all perish. Frankly.. He was SO sure even Zod, and... fuck, possibly even Nida would lose there damned heads by now!! But perhapes.. Perhapes he was wrong? Perhapes the minds of the weak could be strengthened? And if so.. How to go about it? That was the struggle. SIGH. Usually he spoke to Vad for input on something of the sort, but.. He felt responsible. Hrm. Alright.. They were like fighting the waves of the falls, so stubborn. But it seemed he had managed to surpass that. And what did he do when he swam with ease through rivers currents? Why.. He didn't just sit back and relax. He made that shit harder. He nabbed tree limbs far to long and far to heavy, and went at that shit again! Always improving. Should this be no different? Hell to the no. So, with a crumble of rock Drak sifted back to the den. One fluid step at a time. As though he were a goat himself, thanks to all this climbing about he was getting quit good at it! A thump sounded when the pale male leaped from his high top trail into the group below, nub of a tail wagging behind him at Vad's reapproaching figure. Growling gruff would sound, a mildly vicious but playful greeting, before sights shifted to Zod and the youngin. He didn't offer a sound there way, but his overall demeanor remained just as pleasant. As puzzled as he was over his own thoughts, Drak was in fair spirits. "Morning."
Vadimir watched first Dermo amble up with a rat in his jaws. Snowy monstrocity would only gaze at it momentarily before looking more directly upon the child at hand. Vad had no issue with the pups eating. Goodness no! He just wasn't going to let them eat without doing the work. If they caught their own food, psh. Who was he to rebuke? But Dermo would garner no praise nor acknowledgement beyond a row of blinks. No, that was reserved for when he'd suffered near death and yet still manage to survive. Vadimir felt an unsual sensation in his chest again. It was slowly becoming more familiar, and he knew what it meant. But knowing and acceptance were two different realities, of which he still was unsure how to handle. When Zod came in looking dapper as fuck Vadimir shifted to lean weight into the initial rub, muscular neck craning down to press his nose against the young man's forehead. Now that affection seemed to be something... normal amongst them, Vad wasn't quite so reluctant. Still felt odd, but. He could work with it... eyes moved back toward Dermo. He could... he could work with it, right...? "Da, and zey vill only get better vrom here on out." Words spoken with unshakable confidence as he strode toward the pup, bending down to meet his face. There was a moments hesitance, a twitch of the eye... then he slowly, ever so painstakingly. Slid his tongue over the top of the childs head. His brain experienced a mild seizure, but after a decent shake, he returned to normal and straightened. Phaw, that... yeah he just didn't feel like himself at all. But as time went on, that became less of a bad thing. Mostly just puzzling. Drakov's entrance had younger brother turning, limbs hastening him forth to lock jaws with his brother, giving a shake or two, before disengaging only to aim and hopefully lock him in a feral hug, before looking back toward Zod and Dermo. "Mornink, brat... Did you vant to come vith uz? I vaz plannink on takink ze both of zem out for zome more trainink." Moreso Dermo than Zod, but hey. One could never gain too much learning.
Dermo's attention was held moreso towards Vadimir than anyone else on scene, as this beast of a canine was normally the one to dish out authoratative viewings, physical harassment, and legnthy, wordly lessons more than any other. It was instinctual for Dermo to be most drawn toward him in particular given this reasoning, in addition to himself sharing the most resemblance in him. But, that wasn't really given much real notice. Upon being approached with an expression that lacked the usual aggressive hinting, rodent's tail maintained its loose dangle outside the hellion's spotted jawline, mouth's inner muscles tensing in preparation to the slurp the thing in greedily should the situation turn on a dime. Hell would freeze over before the shit would even THINK of relinquishing said scrumption claim. When larger skull was lowered towards its own, it was a wonder that the little man did not flinch. And as saliva-slathered tongue roamed 'cross the detailed crease of his crown, a seemingly satisfied murrr sound found production behind stuffed lips. Mmhmm. Affection. Must like mother used to admnister one upon a time, back when Dermo's kissers could work gingerly against her milk-filled teets. SIGH. Those days were over. Weight was pushed heavenward as the teensy beast lifted onto his toes, willingly shoving himself against the lick before daddy dearest forsaked him. To which, Dermo gave no fuss. Stomach was thrown against the ground violently to emit a vicious thump, both paws flung upward before slamming down onto the now released rodent. Jaws split, sunk forward, and offered pressure to its' small corpse until it popped. Blood spewing every which direction, painting his previously white facial and chest in a deep crimsion. Thereafter? With some sort of chuckle trailing these antics, the poor little creature was swallowed for the digestion process to begin. Mmm, satisfying. A single look was cast the goat's direction. And although there was still room within the Caesar's stomach for it... he wouldn't dare. Instead of thinking he had to work for it, puppy brain had conluded that the whole goat was simply off limits. Upon Vad's direction change, gaze met his own. Fleecy-tail beginning to wag ferociously 'hind his plump bottom. Another wonder was how Dermo had come to maintain the little appendage. Even his ears remained! Which swivled curiously, trying to decide weither Vad was talking to him.. or still Drak. Of course Drak, but just the simple fact that Vad was looking the child's way caused an anxious answer to blurt from tiny lungs. 'DA!"
Zodiak still felt nervous butterflies flutter down his spine when his affections to vad were returned. Probably due to the fact previously everytime they touched him it was to cause harm. Tail continued to fan hind and he remained calm as he could before attentions were diverted from him. Drak's appearence was also a slight suprise and zodi, following the brother's embrace, would shift to him, sinking beneath his muzzle to lick at it with tail thumping excitedly. It would only last a few moments, depending on drak's reaction before he'd move away to give the brute space, padding round to the pup to plop down beside him. Zodi paid no mind to his rodent but instead continued his assault of affection and grommed the child from neck down towards rump. Tongue swiped over him repeatedly and on occation he'd chew at needed areas to tend to any infestations the child might have, surely something to trigger the itchy reflex. Vads question had zodi looking back and forth between the two. Training? what sort of training? Enthusiastic DA! had him smiling before he rose to all fours, nudging the pup before looking to vad. Ready when you are Mon' Capitain.
Drakov: Assaulting embrace was fully expected. Infact.. It was hoped for! If ever such a thing didn't occur, why.. Drak would be heavily concerned for his brothers well being. Lip curled, teeth baring as they slicked open to meet the oncoming jaws. Zod's submissive little greeting, sliding into things, was dully noted and might have even braught a smirk to his features. But! You probubly couldn't tell, for the same reason he couldn't react. He was alitle to occupied with Vad! Owns paws reared, as hind legs pushed him more into brothers figure to lock him more steadily into this doggy hug. Teeth likely clacking together if they hadn't remained stuck like glue. Only once Vad detatched, with Drak snort and shake himself out. That little nub still still at the very least, swaying lightly behind him. "Da. But of course! I never turned down trainsing lezzons." It was fun to particate in, but also just as much fun to watch others do! Especially when Vad was holding the reins. He had a cleverness about him, that mind always realing up ideas Drak never woulda thought of. With a roll of shoulders and a stretch, he'd push forward to properly greet the brown yearling now. Front teeth would seperate enough to prick and preen the boys face, before replacing the act with a single lick. He had much to say to the boy, much to say to everyone in fact. To which, he'd only lightly touch on the subject as they walked. "So. I saw vhat 'append yesterday. I sink Zod is in rights for a ... erm. Promotion?" Right use of words? "So i've decided to make us more official--" and ladeda as they walked Drak fills them in on the pack name and the basis to the ranks cuze fuck typing all that. After his tid bit of elaboration, sights would shift specifically to Zod."You boy, 'ave shown more potentional zen I expected." Toothy smirk would peck at his features. True enough! He'd expected the fucker to end up killed for being so stubborn and wreckless. "So you are zey first to Soldat." Cough. Gonna leave out where Yusef is ranking too. YUP! Don't need to ruin his high spirits. "You're but in training for now, so we vill discuss more later." Just keepin shit simple for the time being, especially since he'd have to repeat this to everyone else anyways! "Mineself, and Vadimir are zey Tsar." Obviously "und Cin...." There little talkative walk would fall into silence then. "Anywho. Trainsing?" Yea he didn't know what the hell he wanted to do with Cin yet. SIGH.
Vadimir twitched again when Dermo seemed all so happy to receive his attention. Eeerrgh feels too stronk too early in the day for this shizz. Vad shook himself out, and when affections between Zod, himself, and Drak ensued the mutt was happy to lightly snap at Zod's scruff as Drak applied nippies to his face. Meh, little tag-team affection never hurt anyone. When Drak began speaking on the pack, the roles, and the pride he evidently harbored in his breast for how everyone had advanced beyond the brothers expectations. Vadimir felt himself inwardly go lax. It was a relief to heart what he himself had been feeling and thinking for the past few weeks. It was difficult to reconcile that he'd changed so much in what seemed like a short space of time. Yet here he was, sharing affections between one not Drakovski and.... his own flesh and blood child. Just. Mindfuck to the tenth degree. But knowing he wasn't alone, knowing he wasn't set apart from the rest. For once set his mind at ease, even though stomach still churned for what the future held. But he was alright.... he would be alright. One way, or another. Paws carried him forward, voice left tucked away while brother dear explained the layout and how things worked for their official family. He liked it, as notable by his relaxed, almost cattish expression, and slowly swaying tail. Yes, he could get behind this plan easily. How would the girls take it, though? One could only wonder. They'd have to accept, of course. What other choice did they have? But Vad was willing to be optimistic. They hadn't really risen up against the brothers thus far. A scant few occasions of back-talk, but otherwise they folded to Drak and Vad's whim pretty easily. Once they had reached the river, Vadimir would turn to the group, just as Drak questioned after the training. Vadimir's lips split into a oh so mischief riddled smile. "Da, trainink indeed." Striding forward Vadimir would grab hold of Dermo by the scruff, if the lad held still for him to do so, and carried him over to Zod. He'd drop the child onto the youth's back, instructing curtly, "Dermo, you vill grab hold of Zod's scruff, und zen you vill keep zat hold, even if you feel az zough your jaw iz about to fall off. Having mental strength iz important, but just as important iz physical strength. Make it zo your jaws can withstand even ze greatest tussle without slackening!" He spoke with conviction, with determination. With an unyielding force that emboldened him to reach out to his.... his family, and make them see the potential that he saw in them. Should Dermo comply, Vad would then nod to Zod. "Now you vill be unbalanced, you vill have to vork twice az hard to carry more zan your uzual veight. Learn to keep yourzelf standing, even vhen defeat zeems inevitable. Learn to duel even vith many
Dermo:. Tummy produced a deep groan in response to being semi-filled, the tyke unsure if it was still protesting or simply showing its appreciation. But thoughts on the matter were quick to fade upon the advance of another, the tawny-flecked adult, whom seemed much more familiar than the rest aside from two giant father figures. Hell. This Earth colored male was present more than his own beloved mother, which puzzled the teensy Caesar greatly. Perhaps, bonding was needed with said familiar of possible importance. Which was just cause, and perhaps the ONLY reason, for lips not to spread with a violent stageing of lethal weapons. Nope. Just a welcoming, crimson-stained grin was awarded Zod's direction. Licks and rough grooms were allowed, saliva and blood mixture painted across Zod's face in return whenever able, satisfied murrs and light grrrs pouring from moist chambers in an uncontainable fashion. It wasn't until 'DA' was spat in Vad's direction that the child's concentration was directed towards heaving proportion up and forward, away from Zod, hopeing to nearly hug both white giant's heels as they casually strolled away and towards anew destination. Intack ears swivled beneath the conversation, puppy mind understanding little other than the fact that their family was coming into a more proper order. Interesting, but not enough to require a response from him. As they approached the river, memory brought forth thought of the previous moments here. Damned liquidy substance had won their last battle. Would it win this time? NAY! In an attempt to intimidate the large body of water even, hopeing maybe to dismay its' desire to engulf him a second time, lips were immediately peeled backward and a silent snarl composed. Facial contorted to sport numerous legthy curls and vicious wrinkles, spinal hair stretched skyward and bristling atop shoulder blades so to resemble waves 'neath a brewing storm upon each stride performed. Oh, but the entire serious facade failed when scruff was nabbed and body lifted 'way from the Earth's surface. Expecting to be thrown, as normally happened when lifted in this fashion, legs instinctively curled against the little hellion's underbelly. So that when his frame was positioned atop Zod's own, he would most likely slide off instantly -if not repositioned- so that legs could untangle and due what was desired of him. In this case, all fours would piggy-back hug Zod's spinal region. And when told to bite and hold the scruff, which was a MOST familiar place to Dermo, he complied without any spoken word. Jaws parted, lunged forward, and attempted to nab at the loose and fluffy skin 'hind the adult's neck. OMNOM, secured. Pressure was applied perhaps too tight, sharp puppy teeth most likely near sinking into the flesh, but ahhh. Anything to satisfy the white giant! Unfortunate news for the thought-to-be important Zod. Perhaps Zod WAS important. A toy for lessons. YEEHAW! Atleast, this was how things were interpreted, causing a growl of determination to slip from parched vocal chords as applied pressure grew stronger. Little talons would assist in the attempt to keep teensy body upright, gaze locked on Vad as things were demanded of him. No words produced in turn, just a nod as he nestled in against the skin.
Zodiak observed the brothers content in his actions with the pup. Tail flailing wildly when drak finally did come to give proper greeting. It was nice to not have his face torn by the brothers, he was begining to understand how things worked, having been a little unsocialized in his bachelor life with the other wolf. Thank the stars Nida came into his life. Tail would continue to sway, projected by the double-teamed affections of drak and vad until it seemingly ran out of batteries and slowly came to a still to dangle above hocks as he listened to drak. A promotion?! Holy hell, zodi thought he might leap and yapp about, but he kept his cool because y'know...-- The trek didn't seem to take long at all, considering the mass of information zodi had to take in about the official pack, ranks, rules, etc etc. He'd never heard drak talk so much, usually it was just tooth and blood --shifty eyes to vad-- and well...that. Nervous look was cast to drak as words were directed to zod. He nodded and smiled confidently. a silent "yessssss" playing out in his head. Skull would lift high as he proudly accepted the duties of being in training. Stepping a little more profound to reveal something else that had changed about him. Aside from regaining lost weight from his initial fight with drak, He'd gained a little more and muscles were developing into their adult state. No more lanky pup. Thickened top layer of fur slid side to side over his shoulders like extra baggage being hauled on their journy. He wasn't to his full potential; nothing like drak or vad, but definately getting there. The wound in his side had begun to shoot numbing pains across his ribcage, apparently reopened with the exertion of the travel. For now he'd ignore it best he could. When they came to a stop zodi looked to vad, listening carefully so to understand instructions. Pup was placed 'pon back and ordered to hang on. Eyes looked questioningly to vad before a low growl emitted as needles sank into his scruff. Head veered side to side to check on the pups position, fighting the urge to shake as his little claws dug into his sides. he'd look to vad for further instruction. When all was said and done, zodi shifted one ear back, slightly confused, "so...What is it you want me to do?" he seemed to have missed that part.
Drakov: As peculiar and foreign as this all was, he was indeed kind of... Excited. It was the pack life the brothers had always saught out. That purpose, that rightful meaning they assumed they'd find following someone else. But instead, it seemed, they were meant to do the leading. Meant to guide and teach, and work capable beings to the breaking point. Zod was but the start of there proof, that with hard work and patience(something they were still getting the hang of), they could actually drill some damn sense and ability into bitches! SNORT! Zod's clearly good mood was was met with a toothy smirk, and a wag of tail. He'd suspected such a response to the good news. Infact it was hoped for! Otherwise what was the point? He wanted everyone striving for greatness, to better themselves. So to be so joyous was oh to delightful. Shoulder would brush against Vad's frame just before brother shifted away. He was whome was of the most concern in terms of this... defined situation. Younger brothers happiness was the corner stone of Drak's existance. So, he feared dismay in the news of the pack. But no. No it seemed it braught relaxtion, and ensued a nip to brothers hindquarters as he motioned off. Rump settled back, stirn and proper in his place out of shere habit now as gaze flittered over the events that were unfolding. Oh Vad. If not for the sole desire to hold you close, you'd be the perfect teacher and inforcer. Not to say it was his chosen major, but. His ideas knew no limits. With a thump, Drak slid to the ground to watch the days lesson unfold. Unless his assistance was needed, of course.
Vadimir grinned at Drak's display of affection. How quirky their relationship. Their love knew no bounds. But while the older wished for naught else but to fawn and dote, granting every conceivable wish. The younger, though possessive and needy, only wanted to see the elder spread his wings and fly to the vaulted heavens above. They worked toward the same goal, yet often hindered one another with their warm-hearted sentiments. So this time... even with all the uncertainty that abounded. Little brother was going to man-up, and take the change in stride. Hell, he'd been considering doing so from the get go anyway, so to see Drak so jubilant. Psh. Made it all worth it yo. When both students were in place Vadimir would raise his skull, grinning wickedly with a waggle of brows. Hey, he could be a little comical, even during serious moments! Hue. "You muzt fend me off, vithout falling. Eizer of you. If Von of you fallz. Ve begin again. Until your jaw muscles are az iron, und your limbz are az stone. Understud?" Should they both agree, Vadimir would cast a brief glance toward Drak, before offering the newly crowned King a wink. Fun times ahead, choochoo motherfucker! Vad gave them but the span of time it took for him to look at Drak and back, to prepare themselves. Then he was sprinting toward them, jaws remaining shut. For now they'd start simple. Hehehehe, simple for him. Flinging all of his girth toward Zod with no restraints barred, aim to body-slam the youth with all the force he could muster. Which, as anyone present could personally attest, was a good deal! Should Zod withstand the first attack, Vadimir would quickly hop-skip back, only to swerve to a new direction, and repeat the maneuver.
Dodge/bite Challange
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Starting: 1-5: falls 6-8: stumbles 9-10: holds |
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Zodi Rolls 1d10 (x3) gets 4, 1, 1
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Zodiak half shook the fur on his neck, something that would fail to affect the pup, just releasing tension on his own behalf. Eyes narrowed at Vad as he gave instructions for today's assignment. Great so now zod had to fight? perhaps? with a child attached to his back. WONDERFUCKINGFUL. As vad looked away zod would peer back over his shoulder at the pup. Get ready kid- he nodded to him before looking back to vad just as he came barreling towards him. There was not enough time to react before the behemoths head came slamming into his side. The air whooshed out of his lungs with a mild yip, more out of suprise than actual pain as he stumbled, loss footing, and fell to the ground, prob tossing the small pup a distance away. Hey who knows maybe that iron grip would hold on, in that case zod would feel the tug to his scruff and snarl before returning to position to brace for vads next assault. This time as vad came rampaging, zod would leap to the side, however feeling the weight of the child he panicked, not wanting to fling him off. Zod fought to stop himself mid-leap and in the process stumbled once again to the ground. Fangs bared as he rose, assembling pup before turning to face vad. The wound in his side was on fire and he stomped a paw to fight it off before rethinking his strategy. He charged head on at vad with a bark and moments before collision would leap at an angle to avoid him, his attempt faultering as he felt the beasts skull crash into his flank, causing hind to whip to the side and collapse. Zod lay there for a moment panting before rising once more. Was there no method to this madness?
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Dermo Rolls 1d10 (x3) gets 9, 6, 6
dermo Odds +++ next round 1-4 fall 5-7stumble 8-10 hold
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Dermo:. Jaws remained wrenched together tight as Zod's skull performed the get ready nod, and upon impact, grip was still wonderfully maintained. A determined growl rocketed from the boy's lungs when Zod's body rippled beneath him, teeth sinking deeper into the flesh of the man's neck UNTIL impact was found onto the ground. The intense rocking from the hellward collission was finally enough to rip jaws from their hold, causing Dermo to go'a rolling a few paces away. He quickly collected himself however before pushing body back towards his mount's backside, jaws stretching opposite ways in an attempt to free them of the new-found pain being experienced. But to no avail. Atleast he'd held on during the ramming session? To which encouraged the young tyke to grab back on with little to no opposition given. And again, body was hoisted back heavenward. He and Zod becoming more of a team rather than Zod just a simple toy for lessons. AGAIN, jaws maintained their hold when canine collided with other massive canine. But limbs lost their piggy-back hold, causing talons to dig in -if at all able, and scratch at the man's side accidentally. Dermo was trying just as hard to impress and succeed though, so.. hopefully Zod didn't respond aggressively to the kid's persistant attempts. Again, when Zod hit ground, so did Dermo, and small two-month old body was sent'a rolling. This time, limbs ached as well as jaws, and the return was a bit more sluggish but still done nontheless. Back onto the man like a cowboy in a saddle, Dermo prepared for the worst and hunkered down. This time, pained jaws were put through a hardened test. They hurt, both gums and teeth and even the higher regions of his throat where muscle and sinew was strained. But somehow, through it all, strength was found. Upon the final time Zod fell, Dermo finally found a way -through the last two experiences- to stay detached a little longer. He swayed his body in the opposite direction of Zod's falling, making it where he landed almost ON Zod as the adult fell, but still.. he was flung thereafter, Forced to return, even slower as before.
Vadimir wasn't expecting them to master this exercise immediately. Hell, Vadimir fancied that had he been in their position, he'd have an equally rough time. Hmm... maybe he'd try this routine out for himself sometime soon. Hehehehe. But for now his role as teacher was to be upheld, and Vad did his work without nary complaint, just as he demanded of them. Because pfft, come on. Practice what you preach! "Again!" Was what ringing vocals ushered out during Zod's first fall. He'd repeat the harsh demand every time either party stumbled, and when both looked fairly beaten and battered, he figured now would be as good a time as any to relay some crucial pointers. "You muzt keep legz partially tucked. The more prepared you are to move, ze lezz time it takez to make ze move. Maximum outcome vith minimal effort. Focus on movink your body vith az least amount of energy conzumed." Vadimir'd demonstrate by bending joints, kicking off the ground at an angle so that he skipped nimbly to the side. He repeated the motion in several directions, then proceeded to show what Zod had been doing. Taking actual steps, moving each limb individually. "Ze whole body muzt be in unizon. Every movement zould be made of ze whole body. Don't zink to move juzt ze legz, ze tail, ze neck. Everyzink at vonce. You vaste time and energy tryink to move each part of your body individually. Understud?" Should it be read loud and clear by both parties, Vadimir would get back into position. Only, this time, ramming wasn't solely what was on his mind. He charged ahead like normal, but this time should shoulder connect with Zod, paws would kick off the ground to lace limbs about the yearlings neck, and should hindpaws find earth in a timely fashion he'd work to wrestle the team onto the ground. Communication, teamwork, edification, synchronicity. BADASS.
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Zod roll 1d10 gets 4
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Zodiak. From the moment vads head collided with his ribcage, zod knew this wasn't going to be fun. The fall, combined with the increase in jaw pressure from the pup had him exhibiting a constant low growl, one of aggrivation. He'd remain on the ground until the pup remounted, standing thereafter to repeat exercise. Each one of vad's 'again' orders enstilled the anger necesarry to proceed. By the third failure zod could see the pup losing energy. He'd give the pup a nudge and quick lick to the head "Come on" he'd usher quickly before pausing to offer a quick smile "We can do this". he rose to face vad's lesson. Listening and observing him as he demonstrated the proper technique. it made sense, zod was leaping as if jumping onto an object or over one. legs moving against each other to acheive a common task. He'd never thought to hop in place. Nose pointed down as he observed himself, flexing white-stained digits and stiffening legs. Ok, i got this... As vad charged towards him he'd position himself as instructed, limbs half-cocked and ready to move. Tail curled upward to balance and the same low growl vibrated in his chest. He lept just as he'd been told but not soon enough as shoulder collided with vad's own. Zodi growled even louder on impact, fighting to shift himself to meet vad toe-to-toe. legs were wrapped around his neck and he fought to keep body level so to not knock the pup off but the akward position had hind limbs faltering and zods body collapsing beneath vad's weight. If allowed, he'd regain footing, favoring right limb slightly as stepping caused shooting pain through his side. He didn't yelp, however, instead he'd growl, venting the pain through his anger.
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Dermo rolls 1d10 gets 8
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Dermo:. A huff and puff escaped the tyrant's young lungs upon the final time they met ground, a bit of an army crawl performed back towards his tawny-colored mount before limbs found the strength to hoist himself back into a proper stance. He stood silent nearest his partner, tongue escaping now near foaming jaws to cast a quick kiss onto the other's nose if allowed. In place of verbally responding to the encouragement. Insert tail wag here. Seemed Dermo would be a pup lent more on the quiet side, less anxious outbursts won over his silent character as one had previous to their journey and start of lessons. When the white giant spoke, attention was focussed keenly upon him. Intack ears swivled forwards to readily absorb each word and understand to the best of his ability. What wasn't understood, was given a physical demonstration from Vad. Ahhhh, I see I see! Facial seemed to display said thought. Imaginary brows would furrow to express determination if Zod looked his way again. But reguardless, Dermo would mount and the next session begin. Upon canine x canine impact, a encouraging growl was sung into Zod's fluff, teensy teeth pricking the flesh with persistance. And when White Giant's limbs came wrapping about, they created something like rails along Zod's backsides, holding Dermo in place. So that FINALLY, when the pair crashed into the ground, Dermo remained attatched. Satisfaction radiated from the two-toned boy in form of another feral growl, enabling him to forget the pain presently felt.. if only for a few moments of glory. Hell ya!
----yusef PI--
Yusef huffed as he rose from his slumber. He was awake--rise and fuckin' shine, sleeping beauty. He was the one that planned ahead, and quietly, though without making any move to hide his intentions, headed to the fallen log and dug beneath it. Too small a spot for the adults to stick their heads into the space! He dug out the remnants of the hare that Zod had caught. There wasn't very much, but it was just enough to stave off the bite of true hunger, and then he left the bones in front of the den. Maybe his little zealot would find them and chew on them instead of his now-discarded tail. In any case, he discovered he was left alone for the most part, and he narrowed his gaze and decided that he would get to work. After all, thats what made the day worth it, right? He began to make his way towards the river--he would swim, then do his laps, and then, perhaps, try that rock-thing that he saw daddy doing... Oh! Daddy! Thats right! Today, they were supposed to be doing things! Yusef's little nub wiggled with mild excitement. Today was going to be exhausting, and rather than dreading it, he was looking forward to it.
-------Bable PI ---
Bable was awoken to the smell of blood and meat. A sweet smell that meant the sustenance which Babs had been deprived of as of late. When her eyes finally cracked open, however, the meal had already been devoured and her brothers retreating form was all that could be found. Bitchy groan escaped from her jaws, not to excited by the idea of getting up. This no milk thing was bullshit, after all. With stomach growling, she rose herself awake. Taking in the scents and musk of the den, she found where the meal had been devoured and licked the ground clean of any blood drips. It was more or less a tease that sent her stomach whining and bitching at her. Pushing herself towards the edge of the den, Bab's found the discarded bones quickly. Making quick work of one of the smaller, fragile rabbit bones. She ridded it of marrow with vigor before moving to hide the bones. The bones did not have much for her to snack on, not in the least.It was something to motivate her towards a real kill though, and soon enough Bab's was moving on the scent trail her brother had left behind.
Vadimir was both ways surprised and amused that out of them both, Dermo seemed to be catching on faster than Zodi. Though, in all fairness. It was easier to be taught at the youngest of ages, when your body and mind are still developing. As opposed to already having a skill-set in place, and being forced to trash it in preference for something new. In this Vad understood, and thus, though far from satisfied. He was pleased with Zod's performance. "Gud. Could alvayz improve, but gud." That was becoming his catchphrase, hmm. He'd give a nudge toward Dermo, as if to say, 'okay jokes over son, break it up y'hear?'. He'd look between them, studying their various levels of fatigue/damage. "Und how are ve feelink?" He'd ask, trying to hide a smirk. Aaaugh, he had to be... uh... less.. douchy, to them. Or at least, he felt like he aught to. But gosh dangit, it was so fun seeing the rapscallions have to grit their teeth! Once they'd ventured to give verbal account of their physical status, Vadimir would nod and look toward Drak, signaling for him to come forth. "Very vell, young spritez. Ve vill move on to ze next test, vitch vill b--" Words cut off as Yusef trailed into view, looking determined and excited. Damn, gotta admire that. And lagging somewhat behind, little Bable, looking half starved. Delightful! "Gud, deti. Come clozer." He'd await until both pups were situated with Zod and Dermo, before he would proceed. "Zere vill be a zeries of tests to focuz your mind on achieving greatness. Dermo and Zod, you are on ze right track, but like vith any great treazure. You muzt be better honed to fit your purpose. Yusef!" Name would be uttered in a commanding bark, "Follow Drak and Zod, und aid your ziblinks in findink zuitable prey. Zoes who fail, muzt sparr, and if zey vin ze sparr, zhey eat zeh scraps. If zey loze, zey eat nothink und muzt run laps until zey can run no more." Vadimir's eyes moved toward Drak, wanting to hear his input and awaited to see if he had anything extra to add to the regimen. Once everything was ironed out, He'd stand, rolling muscular shoulders as he turned to face away from them. "I muzt now refurbish ze land vith our familiez scent. I vill return vonce my dutiez are complete." He'd shoot a heated glare to all students, "Drakov vill tell me everyzink zat happenz... pray you do not disappoint uz." And then, choosing to glide against brother on his way out, Vadimir would vanish into the distance to renew the scent markers around the packlands, and unless stopped. Was quickly taken out of line of sight.
Drakov: Posture remained down, half-expecting to jump in and aid in the lessons. To stir things up alittle. But it seemed they were struggling as is. Right.. Duh.. You forget this isn't them going at each other. They were taking on Vad. Pfft. Can't forget that, Drak. Brothers departing affection was met with a smirk and a nip, before attention settled on the group before him. Oolala. What fun what fun! Rather than bother offering greetings to the new additions, he jumped right into business. "Da. So. Yusef, Zod. You are von team. Dermo, Bable. Come vit me. I vill howl when time is up. Report back here with your claim! Whomever gets zey most prey, vins. Targets are small game. Ready everyone?" Toothy smirk spread wide, and nub tail wiggling in pleasant delight for what was to come. With a roll of shoulders, gaze shifted to the two youngins whome would be accompanying him, "Ready? Go!" With that, paws kicked off down the river bank, assuming the children were with him.
Hunting Tournament
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Drakov: aka. Drakov's ratio will be 1-7 catch, 8-10 dont. Zod AND Yusef will be 1-5 catch, 6-10 dont. and everyone else will be 1-4 catch, 6-10 dont. Reason im varying the ratios is cuze Yus has the rp experience to have a better ratio.[]
4 rolls per chara
Drak dermo bable vs Zod yus and oleg
small game IE: squirrels, hares, moles raccoon etc
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rp split
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Zodiak would feel pinpricks at the collision with vad. The pup tightening grip. It seemed to send signals to try harder instead of angering him. Upon rising he'd look to vad, snorting at his comment. It's not exactly easy doing something new with a small child on your back. Especially when he cared for it's well being. He'd huff and puff, catching his breath and laboring himself through the fire that crept up his side, the wound sure to be dripping by now. Zod flexed muscles, rolling his shoulders and adjusting his footing to compensate for the pup on his back. Eyes narrowed at vads question, "I'm fine." he'd growl, lying of course but he would push himself till he collapsed. He remained in place, listening until minor distraction came forth. More kids... Greaattt..... Soon zod would resemble a wilderbeast beneath a pride of lions, all clinging to flesh to hang on. He'd sigh, glancing to little shit storm at his feet once ordered to follow along. Oiii. He watched as vad took leave, You couldn't wait to pee dude??? Eyes shifting to land 'pon Drak, the new drillmaster. His instructions seemed simple enough, actually kind of fun, zodi liked to hunt but traveling with two pups that werent very good at it could be challanging. he'd glance down at yus with a toothy grin hmf. and when the order was given zod would turn to the pups "lets go" he'd bark, heading off in the opposite direction to the wooded area. Once there he'd turn to them, "you understand what we are to do, yes?" he paused "small game, rabbits, moles, squirrels... although best to focus on the first two." Eyes would dart between the pups guaging their reactions "Rabbits are easy, sneak and attack, if they look at you, freeze, never approach when they see you or they'll bolt and you'll never catch them. Moles! Sniff out their holes and dig dig dig, Got it?!" he turned to sniff about "I'm right here if you need help, dont be too overzealous and anythings fair game, birds included. Go!" he barked turning to sniff out the nearest holes
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Yusef Tries for Mole, Rolls 1d10 and gets 10 -- Miss 1/4
Yusef huffed a little plume of dirt and dust from his nose and wriggled his shoulders as he sank down and began to dig at the hole. DIGGATUNNEH DIG DIG A TUNNEH. Diggy diggy dig dig. He liked digging so he dug with quite a bit of enthusiasm. Yusef dug and instead found....Nothing. Empty den. Well, no not EMPTY. filled with rabbit poo and fur but nothing alive. Sigh... He was disappointed. But oh well, he'd just have to try again.
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Oleg tries for bird rolls 1d10 gets 6-- Miss 1/4
Oleg. Baby blue eyes would stay attentive on Drak as he barked off orders, lifting himself up from the soil and giving his body a little shake. He'd been sleeping through all the excitement it seemed, he was glad he woke up when he did- he needed food. He'd planned on sneaking off and hunting for himself, but perhaps this way would be more promising. He was so skinny, honestly. He'd had the skin of Vad's meal last night, but it wasn't quite enough to give him his full strength back. When Yus' grabbed his scruff he would yelp, paws shuffling through the soil in an attempt to keep up with his stronger brother as he growled in protest. Fuck's sake, this guy never quit. He waited until Yus finally let go and plopped down on his ass only to scratch at his scruff lightly with his back leg, as if that would help it feel normal again. He watched the two wander off and he did the same, going into another direction with eyes, ears and nose on high alert. Tiny white paws carried him over roots and soil, taking a minute to stand still and assess his surroundings. A tiny bird had landed a couple feet in front of him on risen root, chirping and searching for insects. His tongue writhed within the chasm of his mouth as he could feel himself start to salivate, paws moving slowly toward the creature as he attempted to remain as stealthy as possible. SNAP! Fucking twigs! Bird had been alerted and flew away immediately with Oleg just a foot behind it. He'd leapt up and attempted to snatch it out of the air, jaws snapping at it's feathers but the bird won.
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Zod tries for rabbit rolls 1d10 gets 8--miss 1/4
Zodiak sniffed about the wooded area, looking over shoulder to observe pups progress which, frankly, was not good. He felt eager to show them how it was done. Nearing a rabbit hole he'd shove nose in but all scents were old. Head would lift to gaze around and not far in front of him the damned thing was sitting there. Body half crouched and few quick paces were taken forward--silent stalker. The rabbit twisted its head towards him and he froze like stone. It looked away and eagerly he rushed forward-- too soon too soon!-- snap! went a branch he'd carelessly overlooked and the rabbit took off into the brush, gone from sight. Zod snorted and shook his head. What the hell was going on today. He was off his groove.
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skip yus, emergency
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Oleg attempts Mole rolls 1d10 gets 4 sucess! 2/4
Oleg had a snarl on his face, his upper lip stuck upright as he watched the bird fly away. He wanted to bark and howl at it in anger, but he knew it wouldn't bring it back. Blue eyes reflected the azures of the sky as he watched it for a moment, almost silently praying for something to just fall into his lap and take the edge off his hunger. He decided to take his eyes of the skies, flashing them over to watch even Zod fail at catching a rabbit. Okay, so he wasn't lying about them being fast! He had time to collect himself after his failure and now he was on the move again. This time, he wasn't going to look up for birds or squirrels, he was going to take advantage of prey on the ground that were right on his level. He turned over leaves, sifted through roots- everything in an attempt to come across some kind of scent that might have resembled something living. Finally, his nose found a freshly dug hole. Was this what Zod had been talking? He remembered that little bit of advice and instantly his paws started working against the ground, digging out that hole quite energetically. The scent was getting stronger the deeper he dug and finally his little claws were hitting against the grey fur of the rodent. Holy! Front body came up, paws coming together to press into the earth underneath the mole and force it upright; teeth came down in an instant, grabbing on to a back leg of the mole and pulling it back out of the hole he'd dug. He'd actually got one? He actually got one! Tail moved behind him victoriously, but he couldn't help himself. He was so damn hungry. He was supposed to be bringing this back home, wasn't he? Surely they wouldn't mind if he tore off a leg to tide him over. Teeth pulled the back leg off at the hip and he'd look up to Zod with a happy grin, gnawing on the creature's limb as he went to look for another.
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Zodi attempts Mole roll 1d10 gets 6 -- sucess! 2/4
Zodiak watched as the other pup caught something. He wavered his tail and barked "good. -- Dont eat it!" he warned as he noticed the kid chewing on it. "leave it in the clearing while you hunt for more" He'd turn attentions back to sniffing out a hole, he couldnt be embarrased yet again. Determination sunk in as he closed in on a small opening in the dirt. Perfect! Nose crept into the opening and the scents were fresh, well beyond fresh it was in there. He peered over the dirt where the tunnel would be listening carefully. Movement.....--there!-- He lept onto hind legs and came crashing to the dirt with full intent. Paws clawed at the spot ferociously until small body was unearthed. He quickly snapped jaws around it, shaking several times before it wnt limp. Proud male trotted over to the clearing and plopped it down. Finally success.
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Yusef attempts squirrel roll 1d10 gets 3 -- Sucess! 2/4
Yusef frowned, feeling rather down in himself as those around them caught squealing things. His brows furrowed--was this what failure felt like? He didn't like it. He didn't fucking like it at all. He determinedly stomped along the grassy floor, before his eyes darted to the side--a rather plump red squirrel was settled on. You! You will be mine! With a harsh snarl, he leaped for the squirrel! The squirrel was not prepared! He scrambled forward-- and his jaws snapped around the squirrels skull with a satisfying crunch. Pride!
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Oleg attempts Squirrel roll 1d10 gets 1 -- Sucess! 3/4
Oleg pinned his ears back and harshly swallowed the bit of mole that had been in his mouth. He did as instructed and tossed the tiny, mutilated body into the clearing as Zod took down another. It was getting exciting now! Attention was grabbed as Yusef started snarling like a mad man, looking over to see him land a squirrel. Another one, perhaps a friend of the first squirrel? Seemed to scurry along the ground and head for another tree as Yusef crunched on the other squirrel's skill. Oleg grunted and ran as fast as he could, chasing after the runaway squirrel until jumped up at the tree- but not higher than Oleg himself could jump! Beg legs pushed against the ground and sent him up after that squirrel, grabbing onto it's tail as soon as the rodent made contact with the tree; this one wasn't going anywhere. He snapped jaws to the right, tearing the squirrel away from the bark and tossing it onto the ground in an attempt to knock it out. It didn't work, the squirrel was still moving. He growled and wiggled his tail high behind him before tugging on that tail, bringing the squirrel closer to him so he could pounce it between his forepaws and then refocus his jaws to the rodent's head. He didn't crush it, but he thrashed it around violently until it's neck was broken.
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Yusef attempts rabbit roll 1d10 gets 4 -- sucess 3/4
Yusef tossed his squirrel to the clearing with the other deceased rodents and, with a newfound enthusiasm and vigor, proceeded to begin tracking again. His nose wriggled and twitched, his butt-nubbin' wagging a little as he delved into a hole in the ground--rabbit! He knew that smell! Rabbit rabbit rabbit, it was quickly becoming his favorite snack. Well, besides the blood of his enemies and.or siblings (which honestly, there wasn't much of a difference...) In any case, his entire upper half disappeared into the hole. Barking, growling, snuffling and shuffling as his little back limbs kicked and flailed--and then silence. He struggled, coming back out with a spring-fattened, plump grey hare. He had some scratches on his face, and make a few little bite wounds--rabbits could bite!-- but he radiated pride as he threw the hare (which would, upon closer inspection, turn out to be pregnant) into the prey-pile. Yes! On a roll!
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oleg attempts bird roll 1d10 gets 6 -- Miss 4/4
Oleg watched his brother throw a rathar fat rabbit into the prey pile; following suit and tossing the second squirrel into it. A crow had taken interest into their pile of prey and swooped down to land on top of it. Oleg growled, planning on making a meal out of this thing too. He charged at the bird, but the bird took flight faster than Oleg could get to it. Again he was left snapping at the air, but at least the bird didn't get any of their food. Oleg stood over it victoriously. <3
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Yusef attempts bird roll 1d10 gets 3 -- sucess 4/4
Yusef huffed a little--fuck you crow! I'll get you! He barked out, springboarding off a nearby fallen log and leaping into the air. FLY YUSEF, FLY! Okay, the last time he had done this sort of thing he had only been a few weeks old and had ended up belly flopping--but now there was strength and force behind his propolsion and his jaws snapped--and the bird shrieked!He hit the ground, the crow firmly in his jaws. He shook his head wildly until the bird stopped moving, at which point he dropped it into the pile as well. GRIN! Hey, maybe they could work together!
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Zodiak combo
attempts mole roll 1d10 gets 10 -- miss 3/4
attempts quail roll 1d10 gets 7 -- miss 4/4
Zodiak had been a little preoccupied with finding more game to bring back to the den so he hadn't noticed how succesfull the kids were being in their hunts. He trailed along nose to the dirt before arriving at yet another mole hole. Perfect! nose was shoved into the hole to scent, yes there was an occupant. He repeated his previous process however, when digging up the tunnel there was nothing there. The little bastard retreated deeper into its catacomb. Zodi snarled and whirled away from the hole at a light trot before slowing and creeping through some tall grasses. A rare scent crossed his nostrils and ahead he spotted a quail. Ahh yes they tasted so good, but the trick was catching them before they took to the skies. It seemed cats were better at catching these creatures. He took a cautious step forward but being in the high grass had its disadvantage. the grasses behind him returning to their original state brushed together and the bird quickly turned and spotted him, taking flight with paniced trills. Zodi sighed, he'd better go check on the pups. He turned to head back to the expected, small game pile. However it had grown substantially. Way to go kids! And a crow?! Zodi barked to gain attention and when it was had he'd look between the boys "Who caught that?" nose pointed to the crow. All the prey was quite impressive considering their age but the crow was a rare treat for a youngin to catch since they can fly. Moments passed and the beckoning call resounded. Zodi looked to the kids "Alright, game over, you each grab something and lets go." He'd allow the kids to pick their favorite kill to carry back before parting jaws wide to scoop up the rest and pace back to the den.
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Total for group: 6-- 1 crow, 1 rabbit, 2 squirrels, 2 moles
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Yusef proudly picked up his crow! I CAUGHT IT, FUCKNUTS. He shook it around a little, before trotting back off towards the den, following the call.
Oleg's blue eyes went wide as he watched the body of Yusef came barreling out in front of him to catch the crow. He listened to Zod and then picked up the squirrel he had caught. He carried it behind the two of them, eager to find out what the other team had brought in.
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(17:34:20) [#] Drakov rolls 1d10 & gets 8. (1/4) - Failure
(17:35:58) Drakov: Pale monster tredged down the river bank, nose immediately falling to the dirt land below. "Zis is not just game. Zis is learning. I'm sure zey both of you 'ave seen squirrel around before. Or atleast, rodents. Try to pick zem out from everything you dont' recognize." Which, there was a lot of unrecognizable considering the turds hadn't traveled far from the den yet! Apart from the river of course. This was foreign land. "Once you've found a trail, stay quiet.. Light steps.. Time yourself.. and go for it.." Gaze scanned about as he spoke, hushed tone as it were he almost zoned in his words. Ushering out thoughts without noticing. But, that was mostly because he was so unused to having to explain things. He usually just let subconcious do what it did in the quiet of his own head. Nostrils flared as they motioned down hill, rustle noted from the corner of his eye amongst the brush that lined the river bank. Head tilted back, a shh expression on his features.... And after a bit of[c]
(17:40:09) Drakov: creeping, the almost cat-like looking brute took his first lunge to show exactly what he meant. Go figure.. He missed the damn thing. A beaver, lingering at the edge in search of suitable building materials. Oh to quickly did the creature react and plumit right into the depths of the river. Paws slammed down against the waters surface, silent apart from splashing water, in failed attempt to catch it mid-swim. DAMN. Little bastards. They were some crafty fucks weren't they. Snort. Now thoroughly soaked to the bone, he'd shake himself out and creep back onto shore. "Let's move on.. You two give it a go."[e]
(17:44:45) [#] Dermo rolls 1d10 & gets 7. (1/4) - Failure
(17:44:43) Dermo another huff and another puff escaped the young tyrant's lungs when the White Giant decided that this lesson was complete, Dermo able to accept the given nudge with anohter weighted push but nothing else. He was tired, obviously. Fortunately time to catch his breath was found, perhaps even some energy regained whilst adults gave commands, but still Dermo's jaw remained slightly pained. Atleast he'd only been tossed about just three times, hnnnggg. After mission was spoken an understanding nod was performed by the child's skull, gaze watching the White Giant disapear before attention shifted to the one now known as Drak. So Dermo was on HIS team, hmm?! OKAY! Child followed, intack ears swivling as he listened intently. Find, lower, stalk, pounce. Just the same as when trying for the mice, to which he had actually found success this morning! (c)
(17:48:05) Dermo:. Gaze watched as Drak pounced and missed, but soon after, attetnion refound itself on the ground afront his own form. He smelled something, and its familiar stench drew him. Rodent? Stomach was cast close again the ground as he crept towards a nearby bush, a little tail seen sticking out of the thick vegitation. Slow inhale, slow exhale. POUNCE. Paws were thrown heavenward and then hellward where little tail was seen, however, rodent escaped Dermo's hopeful reach. Instead, mouse propelled itself into the clearing in hopes to find a new hideing place somewheres else. Dermo was simply too fatigued to even follow. SIGH.
(18:01:15) [#] Bable rolls 1d10 & gets 8. (1/4) - Failure
(18:00:58) Bable-- Excitement welled up as she arrived to the rest of her family and found ERRS addressing them. Ofcourse, she knew her fathers names by now, but ERRS and NANNERRS was easier for the kid to pronounce, even though the correct pronunciation was well within her power. Seemed they would be training today and she had already missed a good portion of it. Disappointment filled her as Drak moved to take over the lesson and her idol made his leave. Pouting, the child decided to -for once- remain silent as challenge was explained. She honestly didn't know if she had the strength in her to run around trying to get food, or if she had the strength not to eat said food. She was slightly relieved not to be on Yusef and Sickboy's team, as her most recent memory of that brother was him kicking her ass into the dust. After all, Drak had proven stronger than Sickboy in every brawl she had seen thus far. It was better the lass learn from him yes? (c)
(18:14:47) Bable... Babs listened to Drak's instructions intently, picking her mind to remember what squirrels and rodents were. Squirrels had that puffy little dingleberry on their butts while rodents usually had the long ugly tail. As her lesser-father moved into hunting posistion, Babs watched with what might be admiration. Excitement welled up in her heart beyond containment as he moved towards his prey, coming out in a single little "NN!" As he missed it and returned to them soaking wet, Babs made no attempt to hide her dissapointment, pouting at the disfigured beast. ERRS was still better in her eyes. She watched as her brother made yet another failed attempt as well, and suddenly felt a rush of smug confidence. Snorting at her brother and his inferior hunting skills, Babs strutted away from the duo. Lifting her head to the wind, she sniffed and sniffed. Eventually an unfarmiliar scent brought her to the rivers edge where she came upon a set of rustling reeds. (c)
(18:19:20) Bable... Eyes fell upon a weird shaped fluffy thing with a weird thing coming out of it's face. Babs had never seen it before, but it had to be edible right? She creeped forward slowly, almost unable to contain the excitement that was quickly welling up inside. Finally setting herself in posistion, Babs pounced forward. She might have actually been able to bag this one, had she not decided to let out a loud warcry of "ERRS!!" before leaping. Alerted to her attack, the duck quickly took off and out of her reach, finding retreat in the water. Considering Babs had no intention of getting herself wet, she let the kill go. (f)
(18:22:27) [#] Drakov rolls 1d10 & gets 9. (2/4) - Failure
(18:30:36) Drakov: Water flung about for a momment, puffing the already obvious as a sour thumb male up into a spikey fluff ball. But.. As they strolled on, and the youngins went about there first attempts, his puffball looking self smoothed out. Remaining ever quiet for the time being, he zoned in on each, one after another. Smirk peeling across features as not one but both failed in there attempts. Not that this was neccessarily a good thing. BUT. Them trying so desperately was. "Don't just jump. Run through your target. Zat vey if zey run before you get zem you're still on there feet." You had to be smooth footed, loose but constant. "Let's try farther south. Ve 'ave stirred up everysing here." With a little hop across the river banks bordering stones, he'd usher the youngins along. Only stopping with nostrils picked up on something intrigueing. Head tilted back, gaze lingering over both. Matched only by his returning toothy grin.[c]
(18:33:10) Drakov: "See here? Moles. Snuff out zey exit holes, and be prepared to catch vhat comes out. Zey vill be fast! Zey vill either run out, and hide back in. You must be quick!" With that, Drak went about digging frantically at the hole he occupied. Flinging up dirt every which way, as tiny tunnel was turned into a huge pit. Well.. Huge enough. On occassion, paws would rear up and slam back down to echo vibrations through the tunnel system. Come on out little ones. You know you wannnaaa. Drak's coming to get you if notttt.[c]
(18:34:11) Drakov: forgot i rolled already, got a irl issue that zoned the fuck outo f me. So he'll just not catch anything this round, vs losing something.[e]
(18:37:53) [#] Dermo rolls 1d10 & gets 5. (2/4) - Failure
(18:42:46) Dermo:. Lips were wound tight to express disatisfaction in a silent manner when success did not come, the tyke's curious gaze flipping onto Bable's more feminine proportion just in time to watch her roll eyes in a little snooty fashion. WELL THEN, so much for Dermo offering her protection if Yusef came for her again. Perhaps another of sisters would catch the desire of brotherly protectiveness from him, 'less she somehow kissed butt and worked her way to favoritizim. Young man could be a grudge holder, yes, toward something as little as an eye roll. Because let's face it, they were children and that's what children did! Pointed ears swivled Drak's direction when he proposed they move south, Dermo's paws picking across the pebbly ground with ease until the trio was faced with a few holes in the ground. Moles? Oh, um, OKAY. Chellenge accepted. When Drak began pounding at one hole, Dermo raced to the next with hopes run high, jaws parting and surging forward upon arrival JUST as a--
(18:43:16) Dermo:. -- an unsuspecting creature poked out tis curious head. Oh, but it only took a second for it to sink back into a place of safety before teeth could connect. SIGH. Onto the next hole!
(18:49:03) [#] Bable rolls 1d10 & gets 1. (2/4) - Success
(18:56:14) Bable-- Dad and brother were once again unsucessful, and left Baby Babs wondering if this hunting thing even worked. The adults were lying! They got food elsewhere and were putting them through the works right now, prying the poor pups for humor. It actually truly made her sad. Maybe she could live on rain water and bugs! It actually sounded pretty gross, but anything sounded appetizing right now. Watching as her father explained and demonstrated the next challenge, Babs approached an exit hole and waited with eager eyes. She caught sight at her brother's failed attempt on his hole as her father went to town on another hole. (<This is making me giggle.) She doubted she would catch anything. The adults were pulling a prank after al- OH SHIT OH SHIT. Ugly head popped out of her hole and Babs did a faceplant into the ground trying to grab it. Literally, she somehow got her head stuck in the dang hole. Struggling and grunting, she finally released herself, and when she did she found---
(19:00:12) Bable... that there was a tiny brown body wriggling in her jaws. NO WAY. With an excited, muffled puppy squeal her jaws clamped around the creatures throat. Sweet blood ran into her mouth and before her brother or father could approach her (hopefully) the fragile rodent's head was popped clean off as Babs attempted to devour it, offering a tiny growl as she did so. She would leave the body as evidence of her kill, but she continued to gnaw at the creature's head. After all, she hadn't eaten in what felt like days. (f)
(19:01:38) [#] Drakov rolls 1d10 & gets 3. (3/4) - Success
(19:06:00) Drakov: Nostrils flared as beast plummeted through the earth's surface. Gaze shifted to the side, staring at the youngins from the corner of his eyes to watch in there attempts. Tongue flicked out across toothy smirk, before nose dove into the hole. Snuff snuff. Dust puffed about, before paws returned to there work. Only.. He'd stumbled apon something unexpected. Sure he'd smelt the little bastards within, but why wouldnt he? They traveled these tunnels on a regular basis. But no! He actually dug his way to success. To food. To a litter of the pink plump fucks curled up against mother who was oh to hopeful he'd not make it all the way down. Ohhoho. To late now bitch! By the time she could realize, and detatch children from her figure, front teeth had slipped into the last bit of the hole to clasp around her. Light growl ushered forth, as he pulled back and yanked the mother free.[c]
(19:10:49) Drakov: One good shake was given, but frankly.. It wasnt needed. The hole had been to small, and with his quick pull free he'd broken her neck. Oops. Ohwell. Fat thing was tossed to the sidelines, not a speck of blood tainting his features. Now for dem yummy babehz. Paws had to work at the small entrance a bit more, but after a couple more puffs of dirt, he was able to reach down and scoop the 4 remaining pinkies from there hide away. Held still alive in his mouth, tongue would roll over there forms. Oh to tempted to swallow them whole. But with a groan he strolled to the mothers corpse and spit the fuckers out. With a quicknes they clung to her lifeless frame. Nose nudged them all alittle more into the brush, Bable's claim also nabbed and added to the pile. "Very good, you did vell my child." Approving tone was about as much affection as they usually recieved, but today. He added a smidge more to it.[c]
(19:11:19) Drakov: A lick across her skull. "Now von of you see if you can find somesing." Something worth wild.[e]
(Dermo must leave IRL and rolls last 2 at once)
(19:21:42) [#] Dermo rolls 1d10 & gets 7. (3/4) - Failure
(19:22:16) [#] Dermo rolls 1d10 & gets 5. (4/4) - Failure
(19:23:27) Dermo tries twice at two different moles and fails. With a big URGGG sound butt plopped down onto the ground. He was fatigued from the lesson before this one. THAT'S WHY BABS WON, PFTT. He would wag his tail in attempt to please her however should she look his direction, a faked smile put on for show as skull experienced a nod to encourage her excitement due to winning. Derp.
(19:28:28) [#] Bable rolls 1d10 & gets 6. (3/4) - Failure
(19:55:40) Bable-- Relief flooded over her as no one made an attempt at her stolen head, but she was still slightly disappointed as her kill was taken and deposited. She made quick work of the head, paying no mind to the young moles her father had so cruely abducted from their warm home. Had she seen though, she would have probably been slightly saddened. Gaze turned to her brother, who had no such luck in obtaining sustenance. She soaked in her fathers praise, feeling proud of herself for completing what she thought was impossible. "We go... UrRRrR... Tha' wa!" The girl said, nodding off further down the river. After all, Draki said the prey got scared off last time. She didn't doubt it had been scared off once more by their agressive digging. Keeping her nose to the wind, she moved down the river. Turns out they didn't have to go far before Bable came across a large, rustling patch of long grass. Creeping forward, she charged head first into the long strands. (c)
(19:55:51) Bable... Many forms rushed out of the grass and into the air, taking off before Babs could lock her jaws around any of them. Shit. (f)
(20:25:13) [#] Drakov rolls 1d10 & gets 1. (4/4) - Success
(20:34:16) Drakov: Greedy little heathens as they were, he didnt bother wasting precious breath on scolding the girl over simply taking pride in being successful. He'd handle it later if it turned into something worth concern. But for now, now they were timed! They had to focus. Poor depressed little Dermo was given a glance but no praise or comforting was offered. That wasn't how these daddies worked. Nono, instead he focused attention on Babs. The successor reins supreme. Paws strolled him after the girl, casually. Slowly, quietly. He'd muffle out a response, and a reassuring nod. "Very good. Huntin' in same place is not wise." As they proceeded further south down the mountain slope, Drak's ear tufts would twitch, gaze focusing intently once the child seemed to take up on the task with ease. Well.. Ease enough.[c]
(20:41:27) Drakov: With smooth strides, pale monstrocity crept up along the edges of the brush, just in the nik of time to catch a feathered fiend as it went to take off and flea from his assaulting child. Only his steadfast pace did not cease. The fluttering creatures were lashed out at with a slam of paws, smacking at the creatures like a cat after a ball of yarn. His goal, to knock one down and leave it dazed long enough for the girl to make a claim at it. It wasn't like he could. His mouth was full! Whether she caught the thing or not, nub of a tail would wag and father would drop the carcass with a thud. "Zat was still good. Sometimez teamvork is zey better alternative. Like zey moles. Very good." Nose would nudge the youngin, and if she had managed to catch her own he'd leave her to drag it back. If not, she'd be tasked with dragging his! Either way, he'd motion them back to the stock pile. Gaze would then shift skyward, taking note of the suns position. It was getting late. With a tilt of[c]
(20:43:26) Drakov: head he'd bellow out a long deep howl, ot inform the others time was up! Now it was time to head home. Mouth would be stuffed with the moles, and Dermo tasked with carrying his duck if by chance Babs had managed her own. Then they'd trot home! [e]
(20:47:08) [#] Bable rolls 1d10 & gets 1. (4/4) - Success
(20:56:54) Bable did not have time to pout, as her faithful father swooped in and knocked a bird down to her level. Jumping at it, she snatched it out of the air like some sort of frisby. The duck was much much bigger than that of the mole, so Bable had to struggle with it for a moment before she could grasp its throat and end it's life. Maybe NANNERS wasn't too bad after all. She still held the argument that ERRS was better for having his ears still intact, but hell. Drak was starting to gain small admiration in his daughters heart. Grabbing up her haul, Babs followed after Daddy #2 with the comfort knowing there was a slightly larger chance she wouldn't die of starvation any time soon.
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Return to den, combine posts
Drak, Babs, Zod, Yus, Oleg
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Drakov: With Dermo carrying one duck, and Bable carrying the other, drak was left with two dead moles, and 4 still very much alive pinkies squirming against his tongue, Drak motioned to the den and deposited there claimed amongst the brush. A curl of lip and a light growl was given to the younger two, but only if they seemed hesitant to relinquish there claim. Drop it bitches. Zod's posse, once arrived, was given the same look. Head nodding to the stock pile to direct them all to haul there claim over in a seperate pile. Nose would then sift them there finds, counting what was there before he shifted back to settle on rump with a toothy grin. "So! How did your group do Zod? You zeem to 'ave surpassed us by but 1. I hope zey did vell?" He liked to assume, what with there haul. "How many did everyvon catch individually?" He had an idea in mind for how to go about the outcome. The losers would fight for what they claimed, and the winners would dine tonight.
Bable-- Returning to the den, Babs had every intention of taking that duck and scarfing it down as if it were a deepfried delacacy(sp?). Once Drak gave her that 'you better not yuh lil shit' look, Babs quickly deposited her ducky before giving Daddy a returned 'fup you' look. Turning her gaze over to the opposing team's pile, Babs quickly began to huff and puff when her father said Sickboy's team had outdone them. "Only because Dermo sucks." She snorted, hopefully low enough so no one would hear her.
Zodiak lumbered into the den clearing, two pups in tow behind him. He'd approach drak and place the contents of his jaws before him; A rather pregnant rabbit, two moles, and a squirrel. Jaws would flex as that was quite a mouthfull before he'd look to the two pups "Into the pile." he stated firmly before turning attentions to drak. "They did far greater than I ever expected. This one"- nose pointed to yusef- "Caught one of the squirrels, The pregnant rabbit, and...The crow" eyes would shift to drak, expecting an impressed look to cross his features. before directing nose to Oleg "This guy, caught the other squirel and one of the moles..." he paused, "and I nabbed the other mole..." he'd add quietly, still rather embarrased at his failed hunt today.
Yusef proudly trotted his crow to the pile, standing on his back legs to shove his crow at Drak's face. LOOK LOOK LOOK. And then he dropped it into the pile and sat down at the mouth of the den, looking both satisfied and pleased with himself. Fuck yeah. I suceeded today.
Drakov: Nub of a tail wagged pleasantly at the news. More specifically, at Yusef. he was showing extreme promise. "Very good news. Yusef. You 'ave first pick of anysing in eisser piles." Nose would tilt towards the carcass's before attention befell back on the rest of the gang. "Oleg, you und Bable vill fight for second und sird dibs." And then eyes befell poor Zod, toothy grin ever present. "You vill fite Vad. Und Dermo? Dermo will fight me."
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