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MAY 7
May 7, 2015 6:54:31 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 7, 2015 6:54:31 GMT
"She wasn't ready..."
(00:25:41) Yucatan wasn't used to being a lone even though it felt so freeing, the idea of not having to report to anyone for anything; though little lady was lonely due to the lack of companionship. So much so, she found entertainment in the smallest of things; like stalking frogs and tormenting fish. Much like the airs of an aimless child, alas even these small pleasures became tedious and boring; instead she sought out real friend, real conversations. Thusly lady found herself scoping out her new home with idle intrest combing each new area with an alert sense of need.
(00:33:03) Zodiak. The hustle and bustle of the courtyard was proving to be a little too much for him. Zodi sighed, lifting himself to stumble off his rocky perch and remove himself from commotion. Frame pressed through the tree line that surrounded the heart of the territory as he headed out. His steps were uneven, limping from both sides and swaying his trajectory as he tried to adapt to the lack of left eye. The sun had left for the night, which made this task even more difficult. In a way he was challanging himself. If he could navigate absent light, he could do twice as well during the day. He honed in on his nose; tracking his steps with scent instead of sight and was able to locate the pack border. Trailing along it's ridge a new scent came into the picture along with the sounds of movement. He paused, craning head around to view whatever the moon cast light to; finding nothing. Fur would bristle and with much effort, he'd growl lowly"I can smell you...."
(00:53:49) Yucatan heard another voice in the distance followed by an unfamilar scent, ivy gaze rolling towards the form of another causing woman to back away. Analyzing the fellow with slight adversion orbs rolled past tawny boy into the darkness behind him, soon her gaze was fixed on the brute "So what is this place" legs peddled backward so she could find a decent escape. Lady was busily allowing the scent of this new land to be filtered memorizing it
(00:59:26) Zodiak's nose wrinkled, the glint of fangs reflecting off the lunar light. This stranger sounded close--closer than he'd like being in his vulnerable state. With a snort he'd shift forward, eye searching for his target before finally spotting her as voice rang through. "Vechnyy." he stated through raspy vocals. There was nothing wrong with them, just tired. Amber eye gazed toward her before he took a step forward. "why are you here?"
(01:09:45) Yucatan granted the snarling fellow a nod though shyed away from his glance pinning audits to head "Honestly I was feeling a bit lonely" woman again pulled further away from the brute hoping to ease any tension. However when he spoke the name of the terriorty woman allowed ivy gaze to note its fetures and flaws, nodding while doing so words fell from mouth "Lovely, I'm sorry to have intruded." Turning to leave lass granted the boy curt nod "Thanks for being so hospitible, I wouldn't want to keep you from your duties."
(01:18:20) Zodiak sheathed fangs for the moment, tilting head slightly at her words. He'd known the feeling before vech. Boy would glance over his shoulder to take in air and reasure himself he was indeed alone. upon glancing back the she-wolf was shifting to leave. Honestly zodi wasn't really sure what to do; that is what drak or vad would do. He reacted with first instinct and that was to halt her actions. Quick and rather painful strides brushed him past her side to wrap around front and stop her tracks. Head lifting and good eye (well only eye) gazing to her as a low growl rumbled in his chest. If left with no resistance he'd proceed to invade space; poking and prodding the girl's fur with his nose "do you know how lucky you are right now?" his voice took on a darker tone as he continued to sniff at her, shifting to circle 'round as nose investigated here and there.
(01:26:04) Yucatan was taken back by his sudden change in motion toward the front of her eyes narrowed as the beast prodded against her neck and chest, she however took a moment to do the same though her movements were much more timid. Audits pinned back against skull as she allowed orbs to roll over his mauled feautres with a cool analyzed look, when he spoke of luck woman drew face away from his crown brows furrowing at him "Should I know" she-wolf questioned. However when the brute begain to circle her woman didn't bother to watch him go round in circles, lady instead forced herself to sit even if the current situation felt uncomfortable.
(01:39:50) Zodiak allowed a light chuckle to slip at her question, pausing in his steps behind her. "well...that's a matter of opinion..." he mused. Sitting action was noted and he took opportunity. Frame would shift towards her to press chest against her shoulders, forelegs now located against each of her sides. With no objections, he'd press chin against her scruff with a low growl- his actions demonstrating a mild level of what could become of her. "the strong... take it as a challange" he'd growl quietly, pressing more of his weight onto her, tail high and flared "but the weak..." he'd pause "take it as a threat!" as final word left his jaws they'd part, moving to latch onto the ladies scruff, that is if she'd not already tried to leave. However, if teeth met their mark he'd clamp down firmly, not to cause injury but to hold as more of his weight was forced over her in attempt to push the girl to the ground. It seemed cruel of him-- especially him. Zod wasn't mean like the others; not at heart, but the previous day's fight... his loss of combat and eye had left him frustrated. He needed to regain his dominance--his confidence. and what better way to do it than to this unsuspecting stranger. A hint of guilt flickered in the back of his mind, but it was overwhelmed by the anger he held against himself. If all went as planned he'd force her to the ground and release scruff, standing over her with fangs bared and tail tall, swaying like the folliage on a windy day. Her reactions would determine the outcome of this.
(01:52:15) Yucatan pulled away from the brute before his full weight could be pressed against her snapping at his face, woman let out a mild growl though the tension he gave off soon fell onto her "What do you consider yourself to be?" Head tilted as she watched him try to assimulate his dominace over her though the attempt was pathetic, it was lazy to say the least; he nicked her throat causing another growl to rattled her chest. Hopefully she had pulled far enough away to now start circling him as he did her, her tail flying about in mild annoyance "Just who in the hell do you think you are?"
(02:08:43) Zodiak felt her shift away from him and was greeted with snapping fangs, he meerly pulled back to gain personal distance. Head would lift some at her question, single ear flicking back "Weak don't survive in Vechnyy" ha, he was one to talk, having just lost his last battle. Fighting was not on the menu unless called for. If cortes could demand he submit after obvious loss, then zod could make this stranger submit. His reasoning being she was far too close to vech at this hour. They had every right to be on edge as one by one dog and wolf alike came trapsing onto their lands, leaving the Tsar fed up. His soak in the river today had him feeling rejuvinated; most of his wounds not hurting as much as they did when aquired. Her second question, followed by circling actions had him fighting not to lose his cool--not yet. He remained motionless as she made her way around him, trying not to show his obvious vision impairment. Poker face baby. He'd wait, like a crocodile lurking before a zebra as it dips down to quench it's thirst. When she moved to pass into his line of sight, tensed muscles lurched, launching him forward to bite down on the side of her neck. Regardless of reaction, he was sure to come crashing into her, but if intentions remained un-flawed he'd grab hold of her with a heavy growl and using a combination of momentum, weight, and traction, he'd push her to the dirt, shaking his head like a dog with a pull rope before releasing to snap jaws toward her face "Zodi! Soldat of Vechnyy!"
(02:27:06) Yucatan oofed lightly taking on the brute's weight limbs fumbled slightly, causing neck to be torn away from reach though shoulder was nicked by his jaws; a growl escaped her. Her body hit the ground but head remained in attack postion jaws snapping towards the blinded area of the boy, little bitch allowed massive snap to be given to his nose probably drawing blood. Then soon mouth was rested across snout hoping this would hinder his breathing, how ever if her snapping was avoided woman was quick to snap at his cheek instead.
(02:45:57) Zodiak came toppling down on the girl with his outburst. Fangs caught hold of his muzzle, unseen through his blind spot. Shit! he'd have to figure out a way to get around that little dissadvantage. Quick movements combined with additional pain had his head whirling again. He wasn't in a condition to fight right now, his ego would have to wait. Using his paws as beating clubs, he'd pull back and thrash out at her until released. Boy would shift back a step from her with a snarl, fangs bared in warning. This little tiff wasn't over, he'd seek her out in better health and show her what vechnyy was made of. "let it be known if your found here again you will not leave..." dead or alive given warning her arrival upon pack lands would surely be welcomed with blood and fang. Gaze lingered for a moment before he barked out at her, fangs snapping toward her flank "GO!"
(03:01:21) Yucatan clamped tighter onto his snout dragging teeth cross it as he whipped about, allowing for daggers to dig even deeper; though when the beast was busy swatting at her face it merely caused woman to flinch. Lady wasn't letting up not a bit, she merely found her own skull whipping about just as he did before; shoulders meeting 'his as she pushed against him. Now aiming to use whatever leverage given to tobble him wrapping forelimbs under paws to assist in her efforts, when his words were heard woman snickered lightly "No, I think I'll stay" she said now hoping she had done her job.
(03:15:35) Zodiak snarled as the blood ran down his muzzle. Addrenaline pumped as she refused to let go and as she thrashed her head he'd ground hind legs. Only one of his front legs was injured and after this afternoon's soak it was feeling much better. Thighs would clench as he pushed against her at a forward angle; rising to his hind legs as shoulder collided with shoulder. Now it was just a matter of size. He couldn't be downed by this stray female, not after yesterday; he wouldn't allow it. He was strong and had to survive in his pack, this meant he'd do whatever it took to defend himself outside it. Jaws would struggle to part within her own little vice grip; his aim was not to open completely, just enough so that a shift of his head would have the delicate tongue that lingered in her mouth pinched between fangs. Surly an unexpected and rather painful surprise. If successful he'd take advantage of his distraction and release all muscle tension to push more against her sure to make her lose balance and leave him hovering over her. "I think not."
(03:29:59) Yucatan felt the brute begin to rise her body shifting upwards with him shifting her jaws further forward, along with her shoulders not allowing his weight to hinder this battle it wasn't about weight; woman instead moved backwards taking him with her as she did. This of course was merely a way to have the boy dragging his feet, which was surely uncomfortable; his uncomfortable did not go unoticed and would be used to her advantage. Though when jaws were felt at the bottom of her chin line, which caused a low whine to escape her as blood dribbled out; she still remained attached to his snout. A slight fling of her head along with toss of her weight against him hopefully while still unbalanced, again aiming to plant his face into the ground
Zodiak let out a gurgled snarl. Enough was enough; time to show this outsider what happens when you mess with vechnyy. Fangs were felt digging into his upper muzzle--instinctively, bottom jaw clamped tight, his molars locking her lower jaw into place so in a way the wolves mouths were sandwiched together. Upper body would tense as hind legs shifted forward to coil beneath his mass as muscles prepared to go to work. Bite force would maximize to ensure no slippage would occur before head twisted sideways away from the girl to put workload of pressure against lower jaws. Her upper fangs were sure to be scraping a nice gouge into the top of his muzzle but the pain of it only fueld his attack. Neck would continue to arch away, head twisting with jaw in tow before awaiting hinds would tense to elevate front paws slightly as all upper muscles sent him into a thrashing motion--side to side his head would shake violently, carrying with him the full momentum of neck and shoulders; grip never faultering as he aimed to dissable her jaw muscles. Teeth were sure to be ripping sensitive flesh and continued to do so until tension from her end was expelled. In that moment he'd lift himself even more; puppet master with the string that was her lower jaw. Front paws would thrust toward broad side of throat and shoulder to force her down, his own jaws never unclenching as that was his steering wheel for her. If she struggled; the dammage would bare deeper than muscle; bone would be at risk of fracture, or even worse--dislodging from it's home completely. She'd be rendered useless and would die a slow agonizing death from starvation. He was no longer playing games. When all went to plan as surely as he expected, he'd crash down on top of her, paws pressing into her throat as head gave several more solid thrashings. Nose that was still beneath her fangs would wrinkle and a deep, almost demonic bellow would burst from the depths of lung chambers. Body would still, nostrils flaring as heavy exhales were displayed, more his way of venting out extra fumes than being worn from the fight. Single amber eye would bore into her soul, a gaze as if to say --It's OVER your DONE! SUBMIT!-- He refused to release her jaw until then.
(00:31:35) * Yucatan was in agonizing pain jaw was being shredded like cheese, feeling his weight trash against her lady hoped when he thrashed about her teeth would to dig deeper into his flesh. When he moved she moved allowing body to flow not fighting against his methods, unlocking her jaw from him only to allow teeth again to latch only to snout hidering his breathing; or so she hoped. When she felt his paw against chest her own went up to latch around his reaching limb in order to keep him from further dominace, and instead cause him to fumble from his puppetier stance. Even if he remained latched onto her jaw the grip would hopefully become loose enough for her to escape, once that happened if it happened woman would latch onto his full muzzle; like a vice grip. However only if limb was able to trip him up enough #options
Zodiak's head was thrashing wildly, his own gripping teeth locked into the intricate weave of gaps and grooves of her own teeth; a lock that would only break when he so allowed it to. Her fangs continued to dig deep into his muzzle, blood pooling at the site and drizzling steadily down the sides. He'd continue his assault, the pain only ensuring jaw remained clenched. Amidst his thrashing, there was a moment, unexpected but true. Her jaw tried to unlock from him mid thrash leaving her bottom jaw vulnerable as he was given more leway to pull. The incident was unavoidable as he'd already been in process of relentless thrashing; her grip on the top of him was the one thing that kept bones from dislodging from sockets. Zod would give one solid thrust of his head and neck to the side in downward motion aiming to dislocsate her bottom jaw. if and when the bone would pop, hed continue his movement to bring her to the dirt
(01:58:28) * Yucatan slowly begain to submit knowing if she continued this battle it would surely end in death sooner or later. Cause babies and shit
(02:21:08) * Zodiak felt her tension ease; her body giving in. thrashing would ceasse ands bite would hold a moment longer to be sure it was done before grip would release, tongue flicking across lips as he gazed down at her, collecting himself before speaking "you have two options... leave...and upon your return fae death...or bow before vechnyy...submitting all that is you to the Tsars.." with that hed remove himself and shake waiting her decision.
(02:33:06) * Yucatan whined below his grasp feeling it loosen as did the tension that the duo had created, woman found tail flicking upwards shielding stomach from the boy allowing lips to crinkle with distaste. Female mulled over his words with slight hesitation[sp] ivy gaze rolling over him "Then there isn't much of a choice is there" brows wiggled questionably though not in any way disrepectful; not after a battle like that. Clentching jaw together feeling it pop slightly which caused a lady to wince, even if her cries were silent; however words where not "I will choose life over death any day."
(02:39:12) * Zodiak's head lifted, ear flicking forward then back "Then you will follow me, and present yourself to the Tsars... In chosing this, you must know that death still lingers and you shall be put through more tests to prove your worth" with a sigh he'd turn away from her, casting a glance back "If that is still what you desire, come. " If not then gtfo or die. huehue-- He'd slowly drift into the brush, paws finally heading back home for much deserved rest. Let drak or vad deal with this one should she choose to follow.
(02:39:52) * Yucatan totes follows cause who doesn't like abuse
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Crona
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MAY 7
May 8, 2015 3:37:39 GMT
Post by Crona on May 8, 2015 3:37:39 GMT
(11:14:38) Megas licked his chops, teeth glistening with the last stains of red before they were wiped away by his saliva. Perhaps last night hadn't figured the way he wanted it to, but he came out alive and well enough to hunt for his food instead, regardless of the pain that tingled from his cut up gums. He'd get over that, he'd gotten in enough jaw scraps that this was common place. Now he followed his steps, returning to the river he crossed the next morning out of drive and curiosity. He never did get to see that scrap, had been directed off to another instead. He left the territory instead to hunt, rest, and return by morning. Now he stood at the rivers edge, silver gaze resting where Cinnema had been the day before. He lowered his head to drink before crossing, ears lax against the river breeze.
(11:22:59) Drakov: Pale beast had been hunted down! Something he wasn't particularly used to, but.. He'd get over it eventually what with all the ongoings. Queen filled the bastard in thoroughly enough he got the jist of things. An intruder, quiet, gray, and oh to persistant about looming his way into the pack. Driven by what? Pure curiosity? Interest in joining? Or was he that fucking stupid. Lord please don't be the latter.. He'd had enough of that! Once sun began it's creep across the horizon, Drak took to seeking out the ghostly figure he'd been told about. Nostrils flared, leading him out across the courtyard and towards the riverbed. Following path picked from Cin's very pelt. Trails led him to dried up blood, a mix of the womans kill, her own, and a being unknown. Obvious enough, considering the source of his find semed stronger than expected. Wafting it's way through the air with the passing wind. Sights shifted to linger there way through the rivers rushing water, and lo and behold within it's depths crept the light hued ghoul. A momment was taken, noticed or not. He hadn't thought about just what to do once finding the male. It was usually pretty.. Instictive. He went in gun's'ablazin' or, if the circumstances were right, quit hospitable! Two sides of a coin, sure, but. There were reasons. But now?! Well.. Some fraction of emotion geared him to react beyond his normal logic. FU Cin. Ok. Just FU. Tongue flicked across his teeth, and had Mega not approached on his own by now, Drak would meet the boy half way. Fluffy frame loomed along the riverbank, posture seemingly neutral in all aspects. He was silent, up until a gruffing bark of sorts echoed out to garner the others focus had he not already had it.
(11:41:36) Dermo:. Upon waking, usual habits were practiced as always, the boy's growing proportion tossed to 'n fro aloft flexxing heels in attempt to catch the mice that inhabited the den's dark confines. He failed, of course, causing the hungry tyke to abandon his home again still in search of a meal. Little bugs, leaves, and sticks would have to do today however as nothing suitable was found, and once tummy was satisfied with the amount of Earthly particles devoured, attention was set towards new tasks. The desire to strive and progress with learning and skills still drew a heavy cloud over the child's mind, solitary jaw strength training held higher than the option of learning to be social.. as a normal one his age would be doing. Nope. Instead of learning more about the pack ranks, wolfy behavior, and personal/speech skills, Dermo instead decided that his time was better spent torturing the limbs of helpless trees. Jaws wrapped 'round each hanging branch that blocked the tyke's homeward path, a ferocious growl and violent shake performed before said limbs were either dismembered from their base or ran bare by his teeth. Gums were painted in blood by the time he returned to his family's courtyard, tongue swimming in the pools of crimson before they ran 'long the lines of once white jaws. But the pain didn't seem to phase him, no. If anything, present expression staged a growing sense of satisfaction! Mmmm. Upon the instant the dude's gaze met that of the Drak's leaving hindquarters, spotted paws turned that direction with the intent to follow, no matter the distance. Across the uneven terrain, over any path-blocking attributes, even through any monsterous puddles that sought to claim him. Nothing would keep the tyke from trailing one of his two role models. Not wishing to loose grasp of a chance to be taught another important lesson. When Drak paused his travels, Dermo would immediately claim a stance beneath the older man's grandoise brest plates, approaching from beneath his belly and settling into a nice stance between the legs. Gaze would follow the path of Drak's own, settling on the .. interesting looking stranger. And in response? Lip was twisted into a tight curl, facial contorting to sport numerous wrinkles and a ferocious grin. But even as this expression came to play, little man remained silent, a lifting tail made to tickle Drak's underbelly if he remained stationary.
(12:00:55) Megas's teeth dripped with blood-tinged water when a scent drifted off the river winds right into his senses and he lifted his head to determine why. At first, he was sure it was Vadimir, but the further lack of ears and freckles kind of cleared that up. Shortly after, an equally bloody gummed child popped right up beneath the stranger, offering the prettiest grin. Megas grinned back, his own gums red from Cinnema's teeth, then proceeded to return his attention to the elder and, significantly larger, individual who was, OH. Moving to meet up with him. This was presumably Drakov. Instead, Megas moved to meet him on their side of the river instead to save two trips, crossing the way he had before and pushing back against the current colliding with his side to retain balance until he was once more on dry land. "Megas," he rasped simply, though grimaced shortly after in a display of agitation, swallowing around the resulting pain in his throat but showing no further displeasure. Megas was instead interested in the small child that was with Drakov. It could be assumed now that the cubs around the property belonged to him, or Vadimir. Possibly both? From what he'd walked in on yesterday, he could also assume these pups were well excercized. Attention, curiously, returned to Drakov, wondering if he knew about the shit Megas had pulled yesterday before showing up interested in the pack, hm.
(12:08:44) Drakov: Pause in steps was a chance to look more thoroughly over the male, his features, his reaction. Seemingly more intrigued than fearful or offput. Could be a good or bad thing, but frankly he wasn't at all concerned, it was simply taking notes. Zoned in attention stirred however when contact was to be had acrossed his underside. Body tensed, eyes widening before shifting to set gaze on the lad just as he settled in between his paws. Nose twitched at the smell of blood plagueing his maw, but it all smelled of him. It braught a toothy smirk acrossed the pale fathers features, before tongue lulled out to glide acrossed the boys muzzle but one time. Ghostly strangers introduction, or so it was assumed, was met with a light tilt of head. Possibly not even noted at this distance, but it struck him curiously. His tone of voice, everything that followed after it. It was almost fucking funny just how much Drak picked up on when it came to ... well situations like this, in comparison to situations like romance. That shit went right over his fucking head. But not this. Direct understanding of just WHY he sounded such a way, just why his retorted after speaking was benounced to him. But he got the jist. "Drakov." Normally light russian accent came forth alittle deeper, as it often did when specifically speaking a russian word. Sights would shift to child once more, a look bestowed. One of mild enthusiasm. Dare to assist daddy in his duties? As the ghostly male made his way to the shore line, Drak's posture would shift. Not in defense, or even because he was awfully concerned. But as a way of communication had it all not already been obvious. Hackles bristled, nub tail raising and lip curling to reveal a soundless growl. Though.. his amusement kind of killed it alittle. Coming off more as a smirk or smile than anything else. But then again what's the difference! "I 'ave been informed, so let's get to the point.." What was the goal here? Or more specifically, was he even capable of reaching whatever goal he held. Hell was Drak capable of keeping this all business for that matter. We'll just have to see won't we! Flicking tongue rolled back in, allowing jaws to crack closed just paws thrusted him forward. Leaving little Dermo in a spit of dust , as daddy dearest went about there usual ritual of Punishment or Initiation. The outcome would determine which it would be. Nimble despite his girth, loose charge was led by partially parted jaws to which opened wide once in range. Aiming to snap down across the male's face if possible.
(12:24:30) Dermo:. Hairs aloft the little man's shoulders and spinal regions were stretched heavenward to add to the authoratative display, still silent as other features joined in expanding his proportion. A withheld lung full of oxygen caused both chest and girth to swell aswell, said breath finally expelled upon the moment that a warm tongue came gliding across his snout. For a single moment, lips were loosened and the dude's little tail wagged, hopeing to swim joyfully in the affectionate minute no matter how short. But immediately after, all seriousness returned. Own crimson-slathered tongue returned to outsides of Dermo's jaw to restain it in red war paint whent he the man, now known as Megas, returned the ferocious grin. But instead of speaking, or thinking to put any type of reply intot he air, the tyke's brain was simply made to wander in an attempt to access and understand the situation. There stood an outsider infront the pair of father and son. And how were outsiders dealt with? Well, assumptions were proven correct when gaze was blessed with a glance of father's entire stretched out underside. A savage growl was quickly influenced from Dermo's parched innards, lanky limbs lugging the tyke a few paces forwards before heels kicked him into a more circular pattern, intending to creep menacingly toward Megas' backside as father distracted his front. Hell if Dermo wasn't about to take advantage of a chance to show off!! If able to sneak around, once finding a better placement, jaws would spread in anticipation as greedy gaze searched for a target. Perhaps a leg? A tail? Little man would creep as close as possible before even able to decide, a few quick snaps given at the stranger's ankles if even able.
(12:45:54) Megas's eyes readily observed Drakov's gestures, his devil-horn ears remaining pinned forward in nonverbal response to Drakov's lackthereof. His tongue lapped over his teeth as his lips curled back, the strain pulling a healing sore open and causing blood to trickle down a bared incisor. Even as light as the situation felt due to Drakov's relatively welcoming behavior, the message between them was allegedly loud and clear. He dropped his chin just lightly in a nod, since doing a full nod right now would look fucking ridiculous. His body was tense, muscles in his shoulders twitching with anticipation as he calmly adjusted his hind legs to brace, silver eyes wide with excitement. When the king lunged, Megas was prepared to lunge back, but sharp little pinpricks digging into his hind ankle drew a startled hiss from the beast tho he didn't dare turn away from the much larger royalty before him. Alas, instead of lunging for equal ground, he had to meet the king right where the doberwolf was already standing, teeth bared as a shield to protect the vitals of his skull, the brute weight and lack of returned momentum pushed Megas back, having to lift his feet to accomadate the movement if he didn't want to be shoved down into the dirt and, unfortunately, likely dislodging Dermo unless he moved as well(which considering how battle ready this entire family seemed to be, he was assuming was the case).
(12:57:20) Drakov: Paws kicked him off with a speed unmatched by his still developing child. But even just the sound of his joining foot falls dragging behind was enough to perk a smirk, if only mentally, in the normally disgruntled father. Especially after the shit with Popov.. UGH. Was nice to be in the company of one of his actually capable children. SIGH OF RELIEF. Ohwell, something that could be dwelled on later, but for now. It went as soon as it came. Focus on there .. guest of sorts. As body closed in for impact, head cranned to the side so as to meet those defending jaws with a swing of skull aided by the mommentum of his charge. Like swinging a battering ram, jaws would smack side to side with the dobermans, like colliding swords, effectively knocking opposers teeth the opposite direction. The momment contact was made, and... assuming he'd done so successfully, forward mommentum would not cease. Why would it? After smacking his mouth out the way, jaws still wide and ready, the ghostly figures face was in his line of movement! Teeth would clamp down along the males jawline. Sinking in deep, at the same time shoulders and chest bulldozed through the male.
(13:16:01) Dermo:. As a suitable, favorable target had not yet been found, only snaps were being given at the outlander's ankles. Not a full on bite and grip. And so, when the older male was forced to move his limbs in an appropriate manner to combat Drak's coming force, Dermo simply danced around those big legs. A second ferocious growl echoed from the tyke's lungs as he bounced backwards, limbs bending upon their reunion against the Earth's surface, only to spring outward and cause the boy's proportion to surge back forward. This time though, simple snaps were followed through in an attempt to strike and then claim a relentless hold. Where? On the man's thigh or tender folds of flesh connecting hip to stomach. Little boy whirled around the outside of back legs, waiting for the opportune moment when Drak began pushing forward, hopeing that Megas' back legs would bend in hope to retain balance and thus create an opening for the pup. If hips WERE brought down, a spring would be thrown into Dermo's step to lift his greedy jaws tot he area between hip and stomach. Whereas teeth connected on that loose piece of important flesh, was up to how Megas moved. Otherwise, they'd possbily land their hold somewheres on the side of his hip or thigh. If successful, jaws would be wound shut and eye lids would sheild his vision, skull violently shaken left and than right, repeated numerous times with body wiggling fiercly beneath. Omnomnom. Like a little leach hanging to the man's side, bite strength put to the real test with stanima tested.
(13:28:42) Megas was learning fast that every one of these strangers played dirty and, if he was gonna survive, he'd have to do the same damn thing. With a skull colliding side by side with his, he gritted and braced his teeth to make sure all of them stayed attached to his jaw. Unfortunately, Megas did not intend to give Drakov another inch of ground, and pushed forward just as Drak did to prevent him from gaining further ground on the beast. He used this same movement to snap his teeth at the back of Drakov's jaw while the male dove for Megas' muzzle, aiming to clamp jaws onto the side area of skin behind Drakov's ear and jawline, pushing with his forepaws, if successful, to try and shove himself up onto his hind feet and elevate them both, suspending the king by the throat in Megas' jaws. Alas, the movement would lower his hind quarters towards the ground and hed get a fucking puppy biting onto thin flesh, causing him to grimace but he'd kept straighter faces through worse predicaments.
(13:38:36) Drakov: The momment jaw cracked against jaw, Megas was left with little time to react. What with Drak already being in a fluid motion. There was no need to readjust himself. He simply kept his wide jaws on the same course. Which, landed him his secured hold. Granted, the dobermans retaliating push forward made it all the more difficult to topple him over, but oh well! He was unconcerned. For even when the ghostly brutes teeth nabbed hold of his flesh behind his ear, Drak's bite to his jawline made securing his bite almost impossible. Course, even with teeth painful pinching into the flesh, what followed next couldn't compare. Canines dug deep, and as Megas reared in attempts to throw off the Tsar, Drak only took it as an opportunity. Head began to thrash the opposite direction , then back again. Grinding teeth into the tender muscle and joints that allowed jaw to function properly. Whether the pain alone was enough to detere him didn't matter, because after a few good jerks, Megas jaw muscles would begin to tighten. Strained from the pressure and tearing Draks teeth offered it. His own jaws would fail him, and given Drak decided to not to rip away muscles completely. He'd at the very least be left with one sore as fuck jaw for awhile! Had the sudden stinging pain and lack of bite force not braught the male to rethink his actions, and instead proceed with his forward thrust, Drak would ablidge willingly. Practically rolling backwards, and tucking feet to push into the males gut as head craned backwards. He was stretching the doberman out! Putting further strain where teeth were secured. If not for being apart of things, it'd be oh to clear at this point his actions were less geared towards a successful pin and far more intuned with causing physical harm. Not death, persay. But. He couldn't help himself! The opportunity presented it'self, and he felt the need to lash out for the harm that became Cin. Oh Drak. Stop being so childish.
(13:54:46) Dermo simply hung from the loose piece of flesh, jaws wound tighter and tighter until they could no longer conquer any more of the space forced 'tween them. Teeth would grind against said fur and flesh the more that the male swung his little body to 'n fro. But as for the damage being dealt? The worst of it would be a created tear in the thin piece of flesh connecting hip to stomach, perhaps awarding the adult a limp throughout the following day but not much else. If even that. Megas was lucky that Dermo was only a mear three months and thus unable to actually throw the hip from its place or dismember that important piece of flesh completely. He wished to maim and injure the stranger, but alas, until better tactics were taught, that just wasn't a current possibility yet. With the stinging of teeth against just a delicate stretch of skin however, surely the little tyke couldn't just be ignored fully. Surely pain surged through the lower proportion, if only enough to provide little distraction or a sense of growing annoyance.
(13:59:13) Megas was stopped short, jaws getting only a chunk of flesh when Drakov's grip stopped him. With this failure, he would not stand, but the moment Drak tried rending his jaw apart, Megas' forelegs would lift anyway, aiming to shove both forepaws hard against the front of the others throat, using the leverage of the beast latching onto Megas' face to push down even harder. If the king didn't move out of the way or let go, he would at the very least lose consciousness from asphyxiation as the doberwolf aimed to cut off his oxygen and, as well, the energy driving his attacks. The irritation at his hips was starting to bug the shit out of him and if doing so wouldn't surrender him an important foothold, he'd just sit on the kid. Alas, he'd be stuck tolerating it with Dermo's full grown father to worry about. He could see why they sicked their children on the adults for fights now though.
(15:21:06) Drakov: Violent and Dangerous thrashing proceeded, roll only taking place had Mega proceeded to push forward in attempts to bowl him over. But it seemed the game plan had shifted, instead it seemed the Ghostly figured aimed to press paws against his windpipe and choke him out. An effort to be admired. But in doing so he now lacked the neccessary balance to keep himself a foot. So why go back when he was no longer being barreled into? Easy answer! You don't! Because his continued thrashing did all that was needed. One harsh jerk to the side, paired up with a forward shove of a shoulder. Hell it didn't even need to be hard what with his front paws no longer aiding in keeping him standing. The combination of yanking the males head to the ground and a shoulder ramming it'self into his frame was enough to yank him hellward, to the side he had pulled. Shaking made the task of suffication difficult at first, but he did indeed get choke up enough to let loose a harsh choking gag between full mouth having shoved forward. But it was nothing to bitch over. For if he'd succeeded, he'd only remain attached long enough to slam the males skull against ground before releasing. Not something he typically did. But there was joy to be had in this spar! The momment Mega's head met earth, teeth detatched and paws sprang him backwards like a playful puppy. Nub of a tail swayed, and mouth remained parted so that teeth could flash and tongue could lul out in an expression freakishly befitting the King.
(15:21:06) Dermo: Derp exit post. What seemed like a fully dedicated puppy lashed onto it's victim just as he'd seen daddies do, was quickly put to rest by the one thing he cared about more. Food! Eyes noted a turtle along the shoreline, and as if the brawl before him didn't exist, the fatass of a pup detatched and bounced his way over to what would hopefully be his next meal! NOMNOM
(15:36:28) Megas was suddenly free of painful puppy horror and, to be honest, he was impressed with the kid. There was a sense of challenge in the activity, rather than of desperation and it allowed him to enjoy it actively, rather than realize how much fun he'd had after the fact. Alas, no time to celebrate because he'd fucked up. The world toppled and the next thing he new he was shaking it off on the ground, eyes struggling to regain focus until he was looking at the playful king and the world stopped spinning. He hauled himself to his feet, shaking off the quivering in his bones and a little bit of dirt from the impact. Aight, lets go then. Once he found his feet again, he mirrored the pose, baring his teeth along with a wag of that equally stubby little tail. How adorable they must have looked from a bystanders perspective. He flexed his paws and charged forward, but within close proximity, kicked off the ground with his forepaws, striking out with both in lunge to claw at Drakov's face, a grin on Megas' own.
(15:44:56) Drakov: There was a disadvantage now, though Mega likely would not notice until he went to try. Something Drak himself had experienced before in his long life time of fights. The damage he'd done to the males jawline would leave him incapable of any kind of bite for a time, and it'd only truely hurt when he tried. It was almost hilarious to witness. But what sport was there in fighting an opponent with teeth when they were incapable? Well, he could be a dick.. which wasn't an issue in the slightest. But nah!! What fun was that. Drak liked a challenge. A teethless fight it would be! Shoulders rolled, grin still ever present, fully amped and ready. Teeth only clenched shut when the others feet took motion. Drak didn't move until the very last momment, when brain calculated what was to come next. Like a spring, bent limbs slung him straight up into the paws. Head tilted forward, eyes shut tight, in attempts to slide his skull right between paws and head butt the man in the mouth. Claws had no doubt scratched along his features, dull and painful. They'd glide across the sides of his face. Scratching through fur and flesh. But given the lack of proper hold or power paws had to offer, he'd retain no more than some harsh scratches. Which.. He obviously didn't mind in the slightest! If anything he welcomed it. This was way to much god damn fun!
(15:55:20) Megas cherished the purchase of his claws on the skin, even if there was no real damage to be done with them. The momentum he had used lined him up for Drakov's shots, and blood stained his gums and trickled from his nose where the impact had cut and pinched skin. He reeled, backpedaling until he could drop his forepaws to the ground before he went down with them, legs unable to support him. Too much cranial trauma was causing vertigo, but he supposed he'd have to get used to that if Drakov was fond of smashing peoples heads in. He shook his head, attempting to shake off the feeling and fling blood from his teeth and nose in the process, steadying himself carefully to carefully pull himself back up to his feet if undisturbed in the entire process. Once on his feet, he'd wobble a little before regaining his posture. Woohoo.
(16:12:07) Drakov: Paws shifted him back once again, head lowering and nub tail swaying pleasantly. It wasn't until the bastard nearly hit ground, would he be reminded of the purpose of things. Right duh Drak. This wasn't a fun spar. This was legit. GRUMBLE. Tongue flicked across his teeth, removing a top from kettle. He'd decompress energy and roll shoulders to set him in a more loose proper state. Head tilted in a mild nod of dismissal as rump found earth. Assuming he adheeded, russian tone would make it'self known again. "Tell me, Megas. What is it you want?" Neutral gaze would drift from the male and out into the open, before winding it's way back towards home's general direction then back again. "Zere are only two options here. Leave. Should you return avter zis warning, you die." Blunt as he always was. "Or give yourself Vechnyy. To me. Which do you choose?" As pleasant as the random spar was, he couldn't make a habit of it. Just letting strangers, intruders even more so, lingering into there lands and should they put up a good enough fight they could stay as a means of entertainment?! Well... it was definately tempting he couldn't lie! But that made way for far to much confliction.
(16:33:01) Megas was allowed space to regain himself as the spar was now ended. The king offered him something, and Megas swiveled his ears to pick up what that was exactly. He followed the gaze, the movement, and processed the words slowly, his brain still a bit fucked for the time being. He might need to lay down, actually. His face hurt, his head hurt, he felt kind of nauseaus from head trauma, but hey that was fun. He just wasn't sure he liked the hangover. He tried to use his jaw, feeling each bruise to a very acute level, and decided he'd die out there right now anyway. Besides, this had been his intention hadn't it? Of course it had. He... seriously needed to lay down though. His head slowly drooped, saliva dripping off his bottom teeth, his mouth hanging open from the ache, but he made to close the distance and offer his nose to Drakov's chin since he couldn't exactly offer submissive kisses. This was a luxury, only victory in combat earned this respect.
(16:49:50) Drakov: Despite his sit, Drak maintained a rather proper posture. Body only seemed to shift it'self in the slightest when ghostly figured loomed ever closer to offer up his response, causing Drak to crane his head back. Course. It was purely instinctive, not a denial. Now that that was taken care of, bastard shifted to stand. And only then would the realization of his own loopy state kick in. Not nearly to the extent poor Mega was experiencing, but he was certainly dazed and had a mild headache. That last headbutt probubly did it.. PFFT. Ahwell. Nothing new. Thick fluffy frame worked as a prop to aid the man back towards the courtyard. "Zere is still initiation to be had. You lose your ears, or your tail.." Gaze would shift to the man, single brow quirking. Or not. "Or bare a scar. But I vill let you recover first." No point dishing it out now and risking his death over infection simply because his body wasn't stable enough to heal it'self! No thanks. AND THEN HE'D WALK HIM HOME AND LET HIM SLEEP.
(16:53:20) Megas stared down his nose at his tongue lolling out of his mouth, dripping with blood and saliva, his nose itself aching something fierce. Drakov had a thick skull, he decided. So keep Drakov away from his head and the queen away from his nuts. Simple! He wobbled on home w/ Drakov to pass out and recover after a good days bullshittery. Its a good thing he ate before this!
(16:54:17) Megas wobbles in and falls over to sleep zzzzZZZZZZZZZZ.
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MAY 7
May 9, 2015 2:53:23 GMT
Post by Zodiak on May 9, 2015 2:53:23 GMT
(22:56:56) Yusef He stared at the sky. He stared at the grass. He stared at the trees. He stared at the rocks. He stared in silence, examining the very being of these things, trying to dechiper their reason for being. Did the moon in the sky grant them beauty? Was it the stars that granted wishes? Did the grass feed the deer simply to feed them? Why did birds live in trees? It was not fear that drove him, but the pursuit of knowledge as a whole. 'Curious' was too simple a word to describe the thoughts that rolled through his young mind. He glanced towards the nearest adult, and gently leaned into his leg, burying his face into the fur of his chest. "...Tsar?" he began softly, pulling those doe-like eyes up to the massive brutes' face, peering at him with a strange wisdom that seemed unbecoming for a child of his age,"Vat ees zee difference between 'living' and 'being alive'?" he stared at him, awaiting an answer before he lowered his head then and lightly pawed at a blade of grass, "And...ees it easier to be loved, or to love?... ees it hard for you to love me?" a beetle crawled across his toes, and he watched it with that detached calmess,"...You don't have to answer. ...I just wanted to hear them out loud...zee questions. " he admitted then, before crawling beneath the wide cage of his chest and curling up against his warmth. He was..calm today. There was still that burning desire to suceed, to advance, to prove himself over all others. But...he was still a child, and still just a bt more than a baby, and he needed time to reciover, to think, to learn, to wonder...and maybe, occasionally, the warm touch of someone he, at least hoped, cared.
(23:03:51) Drakov: Pale beast laid lax in the darkness of the courtyard. Lightened only by the nights bright illuminating moon. Per usual, no deep slumber was to be had. Instead, he resided lax with skull apon crossed paws. Eyes barely open, yet still lingering across the horizon. Needless to say, he wasn't at all expected what broke the silence. Whether child had came to him or not, the words he shed was enough to force eyes to open wide and head to crane back. Sights settled on the lad, a bit of confusion plagueing him. Not only physically but emotionally. To be frank. He'd never thought so deeply into such things. Atleast... Not in this way? Sure he had, when it related to strength and survival. But this was mildly different. Noted mostly by the inquiries that followed along right after. Single ear tuft twitched in an effort to pull it backwards. How to respond? Should he? The boy had made it clear there was no obligation to but.. He still felt as though it was required. If not just for his son then for himself as well. "Being alive is exactly zat. Nossing but a state of being. No significance, you simply... are.. Living is to exist with purpose, und to die with meaning. Zis is what we fight for. To live. Und live forever. To be Immortal, even in death." Well that was easier enough to reply to ... but what about the second half.. SIGH. Little groan ushered forth but not in irritation at the boy, no it was at himself. His pure lack of control over his own thoughts. Hrm. Not something he favored. "I.. Honestly don't know Yus.." Better than lieing right? He'd have to ponder over this question before he could relay a response.
(23:32:46) Vadimir lumbered out of the den, his muscles still aching and weary from tackling a moose. Why had he done that again? Oh right because he was a crazy fucker who didn't think things through. Path took him to the fore of the front yard, where eyes caught sight of a glorious moon enshrouded by a net of twinkling stars, each representing a grand warrior from ages past. And when gaze left the heavens and returned upon the earth on which he dwelt, Vadimir noted Yusef and Drak looking mighty snugly over by the lee side of the courtyard. Brows rose and head would casually tilt, a quiet, contemplative expression lent to scarred and bloodied visage. What was going on here? Didn't look like any form of training Vadimir was aware of. Paws carried him forward, pawsteps silent as he crept on the evening air, allowing his form to eventually brush against Drak's, the motion surprisingly soft. Vadimir would then motion toward the child, noting the solemnity in his eyes and bearing. Just what was causing this? A glance toward Drak, perhaps he knew? Vad had arrived after the words had been exchanged, so he hadn't a clue. But he could learn. Ah, yes. He could always learn... "Vot haz upset you, my little varrior?" Vad would ask, his voice fit to match the stillness of the night. His words weren't affectionate, but they carried with them a note, a lyrical hue of respect. He'd await Yusef's response, and Drak's should his brother fill him in on the matter at hand. But until then he would sit, wincing as scabbed wounds cracked and split from the motion, small ruby tears blazing a trail down his side and leg. But he pretended not to mind. After all there was, so it seemed. Greater pains than that of physical injury taking place, and Vad was invested in finding the weakness within all of Vechnyy, with the hopes of snuffing them out like winterblown leaves.
(00:13:08) Piscean. Gal had been out and about, carrying out the Tsar's command as dictated. Unfortunately, Pi's efforts to track down the cowardly intruder had been unsucessful so far. Vadimir's warning stuck in her mind, if she returned with nothing, well she would be fucked, to put it ismply. It had gotten quite dark, and Pi had no idea how long she had been gone from the courtyard honestly. It could've been a whole day and night and she wouldn't have paid attention. The mutt had trouble focusing on things enough, being the dreamy airhead she was, and well being in heat did shit with your head too. That and she was a one track mind individual, so this task consumed al her focsu. All of this searching, with only a few stale scents to go off of was frustrating her though. So, the ex hunter's companion took it upon herself to go relax inthe onl wa y she knew. Bringing down game. Granted, she was alcking the whole human touch to it, but if there was any survival skill she had experience with, it was in taking down, and finishing off prey with making too much of a mess. So, with a little bit of sniffing and tracking, Pi went about to find a suitable treat to bring back. Perhaps her punihsment would be less as severe if she had something to show for her time out in the edges of the territory. It didn't take long for the mutt to happen upon a resting doe and her curious fawn meandering about nerby. Well, this would be interesting. Pi had held down and suffocated shot deer before, as her owner had trained her, but they had always been shot. These guys weren't, and that made it all the more difficult. No matter, Pi was determined to do something to prove her worth. So quietly, she creped closer to the fawn who was stupidly wanderng farther from her unconcerned mother. Thankfully, the cover of darkness was on the black furred canine as she pressed on. Once the distance was suitably closed, Pisces lunged towards the little deer, grabbing hold of its back and shaking until it wa s stunned enough not to kikc about too much. Pisces would have to work fucking fast if she was going to get out of this without incuring the wrath of mommy. Trying to backtrack as quick as she could without losing grip and control, Pisces took bites up along the fawn's spine until she got a good hold on its neck. Thankfully the fawn wasn't putting up too much of a fuss as the bite force of the gal came down on its cervical vertibrae. Unfortunately however, mommy was on the scene like white on rice. The doe was quite obviosuly larger than Pi, and kicked wildly at her, in a rather futile attempt to ger her to let go. No, Pi didn't give, She slunk back a bit, bracing for any hits, until she got a good nough grip to bolt the fuck outta there. In the process however, a wildly flung hoof struck her above the eye, leaving a considerably long (though superficial) gash beneath her right eye. As with may head and face lacs, it bled quite a bit. But Pi didn't care as she bolted through her pack's territory. Her hunt was sucessful, she finally had soemthing to bring back to the pack, something useful! Look, the ex domestic WAS good for soemthing! Despite the fact one little fawn wasn't likely to change the opinion of the Tsars, it certainly made Pi feel better. It seemed liek she was finally on track to make things better for herself, this fawn was a good omen of things to come. Or thats how she saw it anyways. The gal could hardly hold her excitement when she reached the courtyard, in fact she didn't bother slowign down on approach. To stop herself, she dug paws into the dirt and almost faceplanted, stumblign over her paws and the dyign fawn. Shit, she was so caught up in it all, the dumbass forgot to finish the job. With a few violent shakes, and slams on the ground, the fawn's delicate neck snapped. If paralysis didn't kill her, Pi's grip on the baby's trachea would. The way her owner had taught her to hunt and kill was almost like that of a wild cat, gripping and suffocating their prey by holding onto their neck with bite force, all while having a happy wagging tail and prancing about. It left less of a mess, which was how the man had wanted it. Pi hadn't perfected it per say, but she had certainly made the matter a lot more effective through practice. Gal wasn't lying to Drakov when she said she was a relatively good hunter. Maybe in time, as she grew stronger, she could take down larger game. Hmm. Throughout that whole choking and slaming ordeal (kinky winkwonk), Pisces had totally forgotten she was in the courtyard, she had forgotten about the Tsars, about her raging hormones, about her future spar with Cortes. The fear of Vad's wrath for her failure in the task came upon her. Tail slowing, and lowering, she approached the resting king and left the fawn in front of him, lowering herself to the ground as she did. Afraid of what her words may come off as, Pi didn't admit failure in her task. Instead she just nudged the deer closer with her snout as she kinda, crawled forward to the Tsar. "I did it myself." She said quietly, giving the ol' pink puppy dog eyes, as if to say I dind't totally fuck up! Look! I did a thing!
(00:46:06) Dermo's attention was easily drawn 'way from the vicious battle upon being offered a distraction, said distraction being food, which was presently the most important item in the young lord's book of interests. Food. Mmm, yess. Anything to satisfy the painful twists felt within the brat's interior chambers. Heck, even if his insides were full!; the option to eat would most likely far out weigh any other. And so, the piano-colored tyke abandoned the task of providing Drak aid in taking down the stranger. Afterall, by this time, they had both began to detach from one another anyways to begin a harmless bout of play. Perhaps Dermo would still be praised, ... after business was dealt with? Anyways, speckled paws quickly carried the tyke 'way from the fight and towards the turtle he had spotted. And upon closeing in shadow was cast over its' unsuspecting form, watching as delicate appendages were drawn inward for protection. To which caused a sinister grin to rip across crimson-stained jaws. Hours would be spent playing with said turtle's shell before its' insides were ripped out by teeth and claw team, a near empty shell left by the time he was satisfied. Shell was scooped into widening jaws before homeward path was sought, only now noticing that he'd been left behind by the adults. Oh! But large paw prints and the here-and-there drip of blood would lead him home! Upon entering the courtyard the boy's tail flagged and paws gave pressure onto the pedal that controlled his acceleration, strides lengthening as pace gained speed. Snout would be angled hellward just before collision with Drak's rear leg was made -if even able, aiming to headbutt the Giant's heel with a playful yet weighted force. With an added GRRR. Perhaps the large bloke wanted to play? Perhaps they could toss the shell around for a good game of soccer!
(00:57:51) Yusef blinked up at Drakov, especially with the fact that he was allowed to snuggle into him in such a fashion, before dearest Vadi came out and actually inquired to what was 'wrong'. "..Nozing is wrong..." he replied, rising from Drak's fluff and heading over to press his little paws to Vadi and try to lick at the blood slowly trailing down his fur. I CLEAN YOU DADDY. CLEAN. He tilted his head up towards him, furrowing his brows. You see, the puphood age was something sweet...and special and different. And though they strived to raise a warrior--and so he was and would likely be!-- he was also beginning to think. Emotions...Emotions were weird. He, at this age, knew few of them. He knew anger, rage, determination, pride, joy, happiness, and quite commonly, confusion. And yet there were things he still did not see, understand, or know. He was learning...or trying to. He glanced back and forth between Vad and Drak-- these two kings. One battered and bloodied and yet still a prideful and glorious beast, the other lounging and calm, perfectly confident and content in his abilities. He wanted to be that. He wanted to CONQUER that. But desperately, he wanted to be accepted. He wanted to be seen as that... or at least reconized that maybe, possibly, he could become that. Affection from them--from anybody within this family--was rare. Brief. He wasn't sure he knew it well....or if it was proper. What it was what warriors did. But he saw the way Vad and Drak treated each other, and then the way they treated others. He wanted someont to be close to him, too, maybe. A little warrior he may be, but what was a warrior with nothing to fight for? "...Da--..Tsar..." he corrected himself-- no. He was getting too old to call him Daddy, now. Cin wasn't mama anymore either.... "...Vill anybody love me? I mean..." he watched that same beetle, still motoring itself the fuck along. "....Like...like everybody loves you." He was confusing fear and respect for 'love'. "...I vant..I vant to be like zat too..." Perhaps that was he worked so hard, so tirelessly. He glanced up as Pi brought a meal, and his little tummy rumbled rather immediately at the smell of blood and meat. "...I vant you to love me too." He did not, however, go for the offered meat. He hadn't earned it yet--not tonight, anyway. He turned to watch Dermo attack his turtle--why weren't they close like Vad and Drak? Why weren't they working together to advance? ....At that moment, he discovered a NEW feeling: Loneliness.
(01:14:45) Drakov: JESUS. How do you even assess something like this?! He'd never even had such a deep conversation with Vad before!? LIKE FUCK. The pure overwhelming foreign sesnation of it all forced him to choke on a held breath. This topic was just.. So unknown to him. So new, so misunderstood and uncertain it left him tense and uneasy. Not even so much because of it's contents, but because of just how UNSURE he was in response. Vad's presence, more specifically touch, both made it 50 millions time worse, and a hell of a fuck ton better. Body decompressed, affections given however short. To which only made him think that much harder.. about Cin, about Zod, about his children. The level of relationship he held with his brother was unmatched. It was more than just respect. It was indeed love and loyalty. He was gradually getting to that point with some of these canines. He growing attached, fond, protective. Even though it was in small small increments at a time. It was happening. Whether he noticed or not. Sure the bastard didn't always display it in the same fashion, but that was more caused through lack of socialization as a pup. The only one he ever was able to love was Vad. Sights shifted to brother, though mildly neutral as his gaze seemed, the look he gave was indistinguishable. "Love is as earned as food. Iz not somesing you just get. It iz respect, und loyalty, und devotion." Granted he'd yet to feel deeply that butterfly effect, but honestly it was unlikely he ever would. But understood enough. He understood his attachments to Vad. And the way he felt about his followers. Though none started this way, those whome earned there place were recieving more and more of his affections. Light sigh ushered out, though attention was snapped up by Derm's prodding form. Head tilted to set sights on the boy and his find, obviously Yus wasn't the only one seeking this foreign mode of attention. Would they have to adapt to it? Honestly he didn't even know HOW. What do you do about this? What was wierder was his desire to please... Only these two, at that. None of the other children had made a mark on him. Blood didn't mean shit in his eyes. Yet these two. These two he wished to succeed. With a roll of shoulders, brute would shift to stand. Perhapes a change of topic was in order? Something more.. Positive, something to look forward to. "Perhapes ve should 'ave a training day tomorrow, da? You two 'ave great promise. You could easily rise to Glavnyy! Next in line for ze srone. Zen you vould look over everyvone." WAS THAT OK!??! IS THAT HOW YOU PARENT?! IDEK. SIGH. All he could do was think back to how he felt when they were in Legion. Seeking a higher purpose. Someone to follow, something to strive for. A true calling. This turned out to be it. Perhapes they would be no different? SIGH He could hope. Body shifted, tongue aiming to flick across both boys features one good time.
(01:45:06) Vadimir had not been expecting this at all. A sensation that rapidly became all the more familiar to him, the feeling that life was just aiming, hoping. To confound and confuse, not to mention throw all known and understood notions out of the window. And he didn't like it. No sir, he didn't like it at all. But what were his choices? At another point in his life Vad would have been like NOPE and run away after punting the child away from himself. Indeed, the impulse to do just that rose within him, and he almost acted on it. Almost. But something stopped him. The same thing that had been making him stop and ponder, what caused him to think and wonder and completely lose track of himself. It wasn't a friendly, or nice feeling. But he knew that, like with all other matters of life. Each and every test presented HAD to be overcome. If he was laid low by any form of weakness. Then what right had he to rule over anyone? It was a difficult conundrum, a baffling mystery. The organ that Vadimir supplied him with life was also the one he knew the least about, in the emotional sense. He was beginning to learn, to figure. But it was incomplete, a matchbox thrown half-hazardously. And now he had to painstakingly take each and every match and put it into the correct order, without having a clue on the original outlay. It made him want to bellow in frustration, but he couldn't. Not with those honest eyes staring up at him, or those big, meaningful words that spewed forth so easily from Yusef's maw. No, he couldn't be selfish. Not at anymore. Vadimir allowed the contact between himself and Yus, the Tsar staring down at the child with a conflicted, uncomfortable expression. Slowly, deliberately, Vad would lean over to Drak and groom the top of his head, tongue lingering on the scars. He'd repeat, allowing Yusef to get a good idea of what it looked like. When Drak had given his account, Vad squared his shoulders as best he could, and spoke, his voice low and heavy, as if burdened with the responsibility of making the world right... safe. "Love iz vot everyone vantz, but few ever succeed in obtaining. Vot Drak zays iz true. It muzt be earned, not zimply had... and vhen you have earned it, you muzt treazure it. Love iz to be zere for anozer, regardless of injury, pain, fear. It iz an zymbol of von'z greatest achievementz. To fight for zose you care for, regardless of vot happenz to you. To carry out any task, if it prolongz ze well-being of zem. To.. to be zere, vhen zey need you mozt. No matter ze cost." Here Vadimir's voice would grow hushed, quiet, and audibly pained. He had failed in that regard. His greatest tragedy, his most blatant flaw. He had failed to be there for Drak, through anything. And no amount of pain suffered, or battles won. Could make him forget his one greatest shame. Vocals turned into a dry choke, and it took several attempts for Vad to regain his composure "But before you can make zis a reality," He said, sounding oh so wanting to be done with it all, "You muzt first learn to love yourzelf. If you are villink to do votever it takez to make you happy. Zen you can zurely, do zat for zose who have earned your luff." Vadimir was absolutely stumped how Yusef figured everyone loved him. He was pretty damn sure most either hated him, feared him, or, in the case of Cortes, Zod, Cinn and Nida. Oddly... liked him? Though as to why, he couldn't possibly fathom. But hey, whatever floated their boat! Wasn't like it was mutual. Nuh uh. No way in hell. Vadimir covered his face with a paw, exhaling. He just wanted to curl up and die. Thinking of his failure was his achille's heel in every respect, and in moments like these he just wanted to toss himself off a cliff. Dramatic much? Definitely, but that was Vad's greatest, and perhaps only, true fear. Letting down big bro. "Ze vill love you in time," He said finally, trying his best to not have to outright claim ownership of said affection. Vad didn't know what he felt. Or more poignantly, he didn't want to know. But it was there, beating strongly beneath his breast while screaming for his attention. And every day it got a little louder. Then, with visible effort on his part. He'd bend his skull and neck and lower snout to where Yusef's face was located, tongue slipping out to stroke and groom the pup. Even if he couldn't say it out loud... maybe... maybe he could? "Yusef," He grumbled, lips lifting as tongue slip across gums to wet them adequately, "I..." Tail stump flicked agitatedly, and muzzle would form faint snarl lines as he mentally cursed himself for his reluctance. He was better than this! "I do zink zat I can l--" And before the words could leave his maw, up came Pisces toting her fawn. watched her approach, drop to the floor like the pitiful worm he saw her as, and nudge the food item closer, then looking up at him as if to plead innocent. Vadimir's eyes widened until it appeared as if they were about to leap out from their respective sockets, and ears slowly, ever so slowly. Lowered as a look of indescribable intent materialized on his face. "Did you find Ghastly?" He asked her, jaw working feverishly. Dermo was taken note of, but he couldn't... he just didn't have enough mental capacity to notice. He had been in an immensely vulnerable state, and then the object of sexual tension and frustration wandered in with a deer rather than a wolf. Depending on how she answered, Vadimir would rise, his body seeming to grow in stature as fur rose to the very tips, and his visage became like a blank slate.
(02:22:44) Piscean. It seemed the gal had barged into a big ol feelings jam of some sorts between the daddies and their youngins. Oops. Oh well, Pi didn't know, nor did she try to seek out what the hell the emotions in here were all aobut. Nope, she just wanted to avoid Vad's unpredictable wrath, and win his approval. His tone and features were unreadable, and thus Pi was unsure on how to proceed. "The trail's gone off. I haven't found her yet." she said, frowning, dissapointed in ehrself than anytihng now that she realized the situation. She had failed, and thus let down the Tsar. Bad scenario, not just for the impending punishment, but because Pi didn't live up to her first real order. "I brought back this, clear my head." she rattled on, thinking about the trail again. did she overlook something? Hmm. "I'll go back out and look more I thought this would.." Well, she had no idea what the deer would do, if not divert some of Vad's anger. The gal sat up, and let out a huff. Pink gaze narrowed, as if staring into the distance to find Ghastly, though she was really lost in thought. In fact, she had completely forgot about the stinging cut under her eye and the stank she was giving off. Nope, all that ran through her mind was how to fiz this, and how she dissapointed Vad (At least thats what she thought.) To prevernt being taken by surprise though, she shook her head, makign a few drop of the slow flowing blood fling off her faceand about. Pi looked up at Vadimir, expression neutral, afraid if she betrayed any emotion- no matter what, it would set him off on her. Her body tensed a bit, waiting for retaliation for her failure
(02:34:37) Yusef's eyes squeezed shut after Drak and Vad finished their respective speeches. Earn it...He had to earn love. The warmth of Vad's tongue on his head comforted him on a primal level, but not so much on an emotional one. He pried one eye open though, as Vad began to speak, seeming to struggle with the words. But when he was interrupted, his head snapped back towards Pi and he quietly wrinkled his nose and tucked himself against Vad's leg for a moment before leaning up, pressing his paws to his shoulder--or trying. "...Dad--..Tsar..." he tugged at his cheek, a light and rather innocent action,"...I love you, though." he whispered, only for Vad's ears. That said, he lowered his little body, because Pi may have been nothing but a worm, but she was still an adult, and therefore, above him. He sank back into the background--he'd work. Drak was right..he could watch over them all. That would be his goal. He headed to his rock, to begin trying his...strength training again, despite the rumbly of his tumbly.
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